#And stealing the keycard

[sodatelle]

escaping the administration (he’s breaking and re-entering)

[badkarma1998]

Omw to heist yalls diamonds

[limethefirst]

Hellooo, i hope your having a beautiful day. I saw your requests are open and that you wrote for movie shadow once. Would it be okay if maybe i requested movie shadow x a reader who prehaps eggmans niece. Maybe then when its just shadow, stone and her on the crab prehaps she takes shadow to her room on the crab and trys to play and show him some of her stuff not scared of him. Then maybe she remind him of maria 🥹? Idk i have sonic brainrot after seeing the movie today lol and ive had this idea since.

Do I look like her?

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehogs x reader (platonic)

warnings: sonic 3 spoilers

summary: as the niece of Eggman you are left behind on the crab with Shadow as the men finish their mission, but every time Shadow looks at you he sees someone else.

a/n: hii thank you so much for the request! I’ve been wanting to write more Sonic 3 fics because I love the movie so much! I hope this is to your liking and you have an amazing day!!!

You watched your uncle Robotnik and Gerald walked away together, planning to sneak into GUN and steal the final keycard they needed, leaving you, Stone and Shadow.

“I have avocados in The Crab. Let’s go make guac!” Stone chimed, both you and Shadow turned your head to look at him.

“Revenge guac.” Shadow responded, his brows furrowed watching as Stone slowly helped you back into the sewer drain.

You were warned about Shadow, he was dangerous Robotnik had told you. Robotnik was somewhat caring when it came to you, he wasn’t harsh nor rude, he saw you as a responsibility but not a burden. He was kinder around you, maybe he saw a bit of himself, being all alone in a world that tended to abandon.

Whatever it was, you knew his warnings were usually right, but having been around the hedgehog for a while you honestly didn’t believe your uncle. Shadow, although seemed tough, you could tell there was more behind the persona and all the walls he’d put up.

Stone walked over to the island in the middle of the Crab, preparing the avocados for the guacamole he planned to make.

You took the opportunity to show Shadow around. Being the youngest of the bunch you didn’t have many friends and this was a chance to make a new one.

Quickly you walked in front of Shadow, a bright smile on your face highlighting the innocence in all your features, it was eerily reminiscent of someone.

“Come, I wanna show you around!” You told Shadow, grabbing his gloved hand unannounced, making him slightly more on guard. Stone looked up from the guac he was currently working on, he seemed happy; smiling at the two kids.

Shadow didn’t say much as you dragged him to your room, he just looked at you. Watching as your hand gripped onto his, he couldn’t help but hold on as well. Fearing that if he let go he may never find it again.

As he watched you near the closed door, he couldn’t help but take in all that you were, your demeanor, your way of speaking, your bright attitude, it was just like hers.

“This is my room!” Your hand started letting go of his but his grip only tightened. You looked down at his hand and back up at him as his eyes scanned the small room. You only smiled at his gesture, not feeling the need to point it out.

As you guided him around still hand in hand you saw his eyes checking every corner of the room, “It’s small,”

Your sudden laugh catches him off guard, his head quickly turning to see your free hand covering your mouth, “Sorry sorry! It’s just that’s the first thing you say to me?” You jokingly tell the hedgehog.

He watches you for a little bit longer, his eyes widening. As he stares up at you, all he sees is her. It wasn’t physical, it wasn’t that you looked like Maria, no not at all, it was the fact your personality towards him resembled her so much.

You weren’t afraid, you approached him and didn’t see him as a weapon or some type of lab rat. It was like he was really a person around you, like he was capable of caring again.

Shadow didn’t say much, and that was okay, you could do most of the talking anyway, you enjoyed being able to finally talk to someone.

You sat Shadow down on the floor, letting go of his hand so you could show him some of the toys and games you owned, knowing he lived 50 years in the past you wanted to keep him up to date on all the newer stuff that had come up. While you were grabbing some items you decided to also play a movie, it would be cool to show him the new films they’d come out with.

He silently watched you hurry around the room, dropping strange toys onto him. He felt some weird string toys get stuck in his quills.

You heard him rustle around, seeing him pull out your worm on a string, “Very colorful,” he grunted, as he tossed the toy in the pile in front of him.

All you did was smile as you sat in front of him, describing each toy and how they worked, as the latest Godzilla movie played in the background.

It was ironic really, back then Godzilla was a monster and now he was a friend protecting the people from the other monsters.

He no longer sat with Maria watching movies and playing games, now he sat with you. Oh how things really have changed.

[aceyalonso]

make it rain - LEWIS HAMILTON

pairing : lewis hamilton x fem!reader kinktober day 14 - tattoos

summary : a little rain never hurt anyone... not until lewis almost breaks y/n's back (in a good way)

warnings/notes : swearing, smut, praise kink, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected sex (always use a condom guys!!!), body worship, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of "baby" and "good girl"

word count : 5.3k

a/n : im ovulating

main masterlist | kinktober masterlist

Y/n hurried through the rain-soaked streets, her hair plastered to her face. She pulled her red leather jacket tighter around herself, trying to shield as much of her body from the relentless downpour as possible. Beside her, Lewis was equally drenched, his shirt clinging to his muscular frame.

They reached the apartment building and rushed inside, slamming the door behind them. Y/n shook the water from her jacket before slipping it back on, her teeth chattering slightly from the cold. She ran a hand through her wet hair, pushing it out of her face.

Lewis glanced around the lobby, taking in the modern decor and sleek furnishings. "Nice place," he commented, his deep voice echoing slightly in the empty space.

She nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on a particularly striking abstract painting on the wall. She started towards the elevators, eager to get out of her wet clothes and into something warm and dry. As she pressed the button, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Lewis from the corner of her eye.

Y/n's eyes roamed over Lewis's soaked form, taking in the way his wet shirt clung to his broad chest and defined abs. Even drenched, he looked incredibly handsome, his chiseled features and piercing gaze sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

She bit her lower lip, feeling a familiar heat pooling in her core as she imagined peeling off those wet clothes and running her hands over his glistening skin. Y/n quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the inappropriate thoughts. They had more important things to focus on right now.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Y/n stepped inside, motioning for Lewis to follow. As they ascended, she could feel the tension crackling between them, the small space suddenly feeling much too intimate.

Lewis cleared his throat, breaking the charged silence. "So, uh, which floor?" he asked, his voice a little rougher than usual.

Y/n shivered as the cool air from the elevator's AC unit washed over her damp skin. "Fourteenth floor," she replied, her teeth chattering slightly. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to generate some warmth.

As the elevator began its slow ascent, Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at Lewis. The way his wet clothes clung to his muscular frame was incredibly distracting. She wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over those defined abs, to trace the lines of his sculpted chest...

She blinked, realizing she had been staring at Lewis for an uncomfortably long time. Y/n quickly averted her gaze, focusing instead on the slowly climbing floor numbers above the elevator doors.

The ride seemed to stretch on forever, the two of them standing in awkward silence as they continued to shiver from the cold and the AC's relentless blast. Y/n's mind raced with thoughts of what awaited them on the fourteenth floor, but she couldn't quite shake the distracting images of Lewis's wet, half-naked body from her imagination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Y/n practically lunged out into the hallway, desperate to escape the confines of the small space and the heated looks Lewis had been giving her.

Y/n hurried down the hallway, her keycard clutched tightly in her hand. She reached her apartment door and quickly unlocked it, stepping inside and holding it open for Lewis to follow. He entered behind her, closing the door with a soft click.

"Sorry about the mess," Y/n said apologetically, gesturing to the neatly folded clothes piled on her couch. It wasn't really a mess, just a temporary holding spot for the items she hadn't had a chance to put away yet.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Looks pretty tidy to me," he remarked, his eyes roaming over the pile of clothing. "Though I wouldn't mind helping you 'clean up' a bit more..."

Y/n felt her cheeks flush at the suggestive tone in his voice. She busied herself with hanging up her dripping wet jacket, trying to ignore the way Lewis's gaze seemed to burn into her back.

She shuddered as she peeled off her soaked leather jacket, the cold material clinging to her skin. She draped it over the back of a chair, not bothering to zip it up properly in her haste to get out of the wet garment.

Underneath, her thin tank top was practically transparent, molding to her curves and leaving little to the imagination. The leopard print of her bra was clearly visible through the damp fabric, the lacy cups barely containing her ample breasts.

Y/n paused as she felt Lewis's gaze on her back, his eyes no doubt drawn to the tantalizing glimpse of skin and lace. She tugged self-consciously at the hem of her tank top, suddenly very aware of how little she was wearing.

"I never knew you had a spine tattoo," Lewis remarked, his voice low and appreciative. "It suits you."

Y/n turned to face him, her cheeks flushed. She crossed her arms over her chest, acutely aware of how the movement pushed her breasts together, making them appear even fuller. "I don't necessarily advertise it," she said with a shrug, trying to play it off as no big deal. "I got it on a whim."

She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You of all people should know better than to be surprised by hidden ink. I seem to recall a certain someone having quite the collection themselves."

She sauntered closer to Lewis, her hips swaying with each step. When she reached him, she trailed a finger lightly down his chest, tracing the edge of one of his many tattoos. "What's the count up to now? Ten? Eleven?"

Lewis caught her wandering hand, his larger fingers engulfing hers. He brought her knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her skin. "Fifteen," he murmured against her hand. "But who's counting?"

Lewis plucked the dry shirt from Y/n's grasp, setting it aside on the couch with a suggestive smirk. "Maybe you can wear your clothes later," he purred, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "For now, I think I prefer you like this."

His fingers dipped beneath the hem of her tank top, grazing the soft skin of her lower back. Y/n shivered at his touch, goosebumps rising in the wake of his exploration. She leaned into him, her hands splaying across his firm chest.

"Is that so?" she breathed, tilting her head to expose the column of her throat. "And what exactly do you plan to do with me while I'm half-naked?"

Lewis chuckled, the sound low and full of promise. His hands slid around to her front, skimming over her ribs and coming to rest just below her breasts. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he murmured, his thumbs brushing maddeningly close to the swell of her cleavage. "But I think I'll let you decide how far we take this."

Y/n smirked up at Lewis, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'll let you go far, alright," she purred, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. "But we need to be equal, don't we? So maybe you should take that shirt off too."

She stepped back, giving him room to maneuver. Her gaze raked over his body, lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of skin where his shirt had ridden up. Y/n licked her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten the plump flesh.

Lewis grinned, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. He made quick work of them, shrugging the garment off and letting it fall to the floor. His torso was a work of art, all hard planes and rippling muscle, adorned with intricate tattoos that told a story of his life.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she drank in the sight of him. Her fingers itched to explore every inch of his exposed skin, to trace the lines of his abs and feel the heat of his body against hers.

Lewis pulled Y/n flush against him, his lips crashing down on hers in a searing kiss. She melted into his embrace, her hands fisting in his hair as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their tongues danced and tangled, exploring each other's mouths with hungry abandon.

Y/n gasped as Lewis's hands slid down her back, gripping her ass and lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried her over to the couch. The pile of clean laundry went tumbling to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Lewis laid her down on the cushions, his body covering hers as he continued to kiss her senselessly. His hands roamed over her curves, slipping beneath her tank top to caress the smooth skin beneath. Y/n arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more friction.

He grinned as he noticed the "Lucky You" patch on Y/n's jeans. His fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, tugging them down her long legs. "Looks like I hit the jackpot," he quipped, tossing the discarded jeans aside.

Y/n started to make a comment about the fallen laundry, but her words were cut off by Lewis's lips on her stomach. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of her abdomen, his stubble deliciously abrading her sensitive flesh.

Y/n's back arched off the couch, a breathy moan escaping her parted lips. Her hands tangled in Lewis's hair, holding him close as he worked his way lower. "Lewis," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "Please..."

Lewis hooked his fingers in the waistband of Y/n's panties, which matched her bra in a delightful surprise. He slowly dragged them down her legs, using his teeth to tug them off and leave them dangling precariously from her ankle.

With Y/n's hips lifted, Lewis settled between her thighs, his hot breath ghosting over her most intimate parts. He nuzzled her inner thigh, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin as he worked his way closer to his prize.

Y/n's moans filled the room as Lewis's tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her slick arousal. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before dipping lower, thrusting in and out of her tight channel. His hands gripped her ass, holding her steady as he feasted on her pussy like a starving man.

Lewis groaned against Y/n's pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Fuck, you taste so good," he mumbled, his words muffled by her slick folds. "Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear you."

Y/n's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the apartment. "Oh god, Lewis," she cried out, her hips bucking against his face. "Your ex was so lucky to have this mouth on her every day."

Lewis chuckled, the sound sending delicious vibrations through her core. He doubled his efforts, his tongue delving deeper, stroking her inner walls. His nose rubbed against her clit with each pass, adding an extra layer of stimulation that had Y/n seeing stars.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."

Y/n's moans grew louder and more desperate as Lewis continued his relentless assault on her pussy. "Oh fuck, Lewis, just like that," she panted, her fingers digging into his hair. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

Lewis growled against her slick folds, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her veins. He sealed his lips around her clit, sucking hard as he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

"You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "You like feeling my tongue on your pretty little pussy?"

Y/n nodded frantically, her hips rolling against his face. "Yes, fuck yes," she gasped, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding herself open for him. "I love your mouth, Lewis. I love how you make me feel."

Lewis slowed his movements, savoring the taste and feel of Y/n's pussy on his tongue. He wanted to draw out her pleasure, to make her beg for release. Y/n whimpered, her hips bucking against his face in search of more friction.

"Lew, please," she panted, her voice strained with need. "Go faster, it felt so fucking good."

Lewis chuckled, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh. He placed a final kiss on her inner thigh before pulling back, leaving Y/n aching and desperate for more.

"Patience, baby," he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly over her slick folds. "I want to savor every inch of you."

Lewis peppered Y/n's pussy with feather-light kisses, his lips barely grazing her sensitive skin. Each brush of his mouth against her slick folds sent electric jolts of pleasure racing through her body, making her moan loudly.

"Lewis, please," she whined, her hips twitching with the effort of staying still. "I need more, I need you inside me."

Lewis grinned against her flesh, his breath hot and teasing. "All in good time, baby," he murmured, his fingers dipping between her folds to circle her aching clit. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Y/n's head fell back against the couch cushions, her hands fisting in the fabric as Lewis worked her closer and closer to the edge. She was so close, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, desperate for the final push over the precipice.

Y/n's moans grew more desperate, almost bordering on whimpers as she begged for Lewis to put his tongue back on her aching pussy. "Please, Lewis, I need you," she cried out, her voice raw with emotion. "I need your mouth on me, I need to feel you inside me."

Lewis obliged, his tongue delving between her slick folds once more. He lapped at her hungrily, his stubble abrading her sensitive skin in the most delicious way. Y/n's panties still hung precariously from her foot, a tangible reminder of how far gone she was.

Lewis's hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for his ministrations. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, flicking motions against her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice muffled against her pussy. "Let go, let yourself feel good. I've got you."

Y/n's body tensed, her back arching off the couch as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. Her legs wrapped around Lewis's head, holding him in place as she rode out the intense sensations.

"Oh fuck, Lewis!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Lewis doubled his efforts, his tongue delving deep inside her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around the intrusion. He lapped at her slick folds, eagerly drinking down her essence as she came undone beneath him.

Y/n's fingers tangled in Lewis's hair, holding him close as she shuddered and twitched with the aftershocks of her climax. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.

Y/n gently pulled Lewis away from her sensitive pussy, a satisfied smile on her face as she took in the sight of him. His lips and chin were glistening with her arousal, his eyes dark with desire.

"You look so pretty like that," she purred, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Lewis grinned, crawling up her body until he hovered over her. He pressed soft kisses to her stomach, her ribs, the valley between her breasts. His hands roamed over her curves, mapping out every dip and curve.

"I could eat you out for hours," he murmured against her skin, his stubble delicately tickling her flesh. "You taste so fucking good, baby."

Y/n smiled against Lewis's lips as they kissed, her hands deftly working at the button of his jeans. She popped it open and slowly dragged down the zipper, her fingers brushing teasingly over the bulge straining against the denim.

"Take them off," she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot and inviting.

Lewis groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. He sat back on his heels, allowing Y/n to tug his jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Y/n licked her lips, her eyes hungrily taking in the sight of him. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly from base to tip. "Fuck, you're so big," she breathed, marveling at the size of him.

She gathered some saliva in her mouth, letting it pool on her tongue before leaning forward and spitting it onto her fingertips. She wrapped her slick fingers around Lewis's cock, using her own spit as makeshift lube.

Lewis moaned, his hips twitching at the sudden sensation. "Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, his head falling back as Y/n stroked him slowly.

"I want to feel you inside me," Y/n purred, her voice low and seductive. She released his cock, shifting her hips to align him with her entrance. "I want you to fill me up, Lewis."

Lewis pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. "I want you on all fours," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see that tattoo while I fuck you from behind."

Y/n eagerly complied, rolling over and presenting herself to him. Her spine tattoo was on full display, the intricate design seeming to dance across her skin as she wiggled her hips invitingly.

Lewis ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from Y/n's lips.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," Lewis praised, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. "That tattoo is so fucking sexy."

Lewis traced the intricate lines of Y/n's spine tattoo with his tongue, his lips pressing reverent kisses to her skin as he thrust into her from behind. Each word he spoke was punctuated by a deep, powerful stroke of his hips, driving his cock deeper into her slick heat.

"So... fucking... sexy," he groaned, his breath hot against her spine. "Love... this tattoo... love how it looks... on your perfect body."

Y/n moaned, pushing back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor. The sensation of his lips and tongue on her tattoo sent electric shivers down her spine.

Lewis continued to praise Y/n, his words dripping with lust and admiration. "Fuck, you're so good for me," he groaned, his hips snapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. "Such a perfect, sexy little thing."

Y/n's hands gripped the couch cushions, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. The pleasure was overwhelming, building and building until she thought she might explode.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," Lewis commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how good I make you feel."

Y/n's body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She came hard, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Lewis's cock as she squirted onto the couch. Her moans filled the room, her hair falling in wild disarray around her face as she shook and trembled with the force of her climax.

Lewis grinned, praising Y/n as she came hard on his cock just as he told her to. "That's it, good girl," he groaned, his hips still rocking into her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. "You did so well, cumming just like I wanted."

Y/n's moans were loud and promiscuous, echoing off the walls of the apartment. Her body shuddered and twitched, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Lewis's shaft.

As her climax began to subside, Lewis pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. He stroked himself quickly, his hand flying over his shaft as he chased his own release. With a final grunt, he came, his seed splattering across Y/n's back and painting her tattoo in pearly white streaks.

Y/n collapsed forward onto the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She was a sweaty, disheveled mess, her hair matted and sticking to her forehead. But the satisfied smile on her face said it all - she had thoroughly enjoyed every moment.

Lewis gently rolled Y/n onto her side, concern etched on his face as he brushed a few strands of hair from her flushed cheek. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked softly, his thumb caressing her skin.

Y/n nodded, a lazy smile spreading across her face despite her labored breathing. "Mhm," she managed to get out, her voice hoarse from all the moaning. "I'm more than okay."

She shifted slightly, her leg brushing against Lewis's thigh. The contact sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins, and she knew she wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

"I think," Y/n began, her voice low and seductive, "I think I need a round two."

Lewis gently flipped Y/n onto her back, his strong hands guiding her until she was sprawled out on the couch cushions. Y/n let out a small protest, her brow furrowing in concern.

"Lew, wait," she said, her voice breathless. "I want this, but... my couch is gonna get dirty."

Lewis silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. When he finally pulled back, he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it, baby," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her side. "I'll take care of it later. Right now, all I want to do is make you feel good."

Lewis's fingers traced delicate patterns over Y/n's sensitive pussy, eliciting a soft whimper from her lips. The delicate folds were puffy and tender from their previous activities, but that didn't stop Lewis from exploring every inch of her.

"Shh, relax," he cooed, his other hand coming up to gently stroke her hair. "I've got you, baby. Just let me make you feel good."

His fingers dipped lower, teasing her entrance before slowly pushing inside. Y/n gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at the intrusion. Lewis held her down with a firm hand on her hip, his fingers curling and stroking her inner walls.

"That's it, just like that," he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "You're doing so well, taking my fingers so deep. Such a good girl for me."

Y/n moaned softly as Lewis's fingers continued their gentle exploration of her sensitive folds. "Your rings are cold," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of discomfort and arousal.

Lewis leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. "You can handle it," he murmured against her mouth, his fingers never ceasing their movements. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Lewis groaned, his fingers still buried deep inside Y/n's slick heat. "Fuck, I should've done this sooner," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "I'm getting addicted to how good you feel, baby."

He curled his fingers, stroking her inner walls in a way that made Y/n see stars. Her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"You like that, don't you?" Lewis purred, his thumb circling her clit. "You love having my fingers inside you, stretching you open."

Y/n let out a breathy moan, her hips rolling against Lewis's hand as he continued to work her over. "Yes," she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. "I was so jealous of your ex, hearing you guys fucking while you were in the studio."

Lewis grinned, his fingers pumping in and out of her slick heat. "You should've been there with me," he growled, his thumb pressing down on her clit. "Should've been the one taking my cock, screaming my name."

Y/n moaned wantonly, her body writhing beneath Lewis's skilled touch. "Lewis, fuck that feels so good," she panted, her hips bucking against his hand. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Lewis chuckled, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on her sensitive folds. "I won't stop, baby," he promised, his voice low and rough with desire. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Y/n's moans grew louder, her body trembling under Lewis's touch. "I was so jealous of your ex," she confessed, her voice breathy and strained. "I wanted it to be me, to have you all to myself. To feel your tongue worshipping my body."

She emphasized her words with a roll of her hips, grinding against Lewis's fingers. "I wish it was me, Lewis. I wish I could've been the one to make you feel good, to hear you moan my name."

A wicked chuckle escaped her lips as she added, "It's her loss for breaking up with you. Because now, I have you all to myself."

Lewis grinned, his fingers still buried deep inside Y/n's slick heat. "Mhm, it's such a win for me," he agreed, his voice low and rough with desire. "Now I have you, all to myself. So good, so tight, so fucking mine."

He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from Y/n's lips. Her walls clenched around him, as if trying to keep him inside her forever.

"You feel so perfect, baby," Lewis murmured, his thumb circling her clit. "Like you were made just for me. And now, I'm never letting you go."

Y/n's body tensed, her back arching off the couch as her orgasm approached. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her voice strained with pleasure. "Lewis, I'm gonna cum!"

Lewis held her close, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on her sensitive folds. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and soothing. "My good girl, squirt for me. Let go, let yourself feel it."

With a final cry of ecstasy, Y/n came undone, her body shaking and trembling as she squirted onto Lewis's hand. He worked her through it, his fingers and thumb stroking her through the waves of her climax.

"That's it, just like that," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're doing so well, baby. Such a good girl for me."

Y/n's moans grew louder as Lewis continued to pump his fingers in and out of her sensitive pussy, even as she rode out the waves of her intense orgasm. "Lewis, stop," she pleaded, her voice strained. "It's too much, I can't take it anymore."

But even as the words left her lips, Y/n found herself grinding against Lewis's hand, her hips moving of their own accord. The overstimulation was almost too much to bear, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.

Lewis grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "You're such a pretty liar," he teased, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault. "Your body doesn't lie, baby. It knows what it wants."

As if to prove his point, Y/n came again, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Lewis's fingers as she squirted onto the couch once more. The sensation was almost too intense, but Lewis held her through it, his fingers and thumb stroking her through the aftershocks of her climax.

Y/n was still shaking from the intensity of her orgasms, her body sensitive and overstimulated. Lewis rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance with the promise of more.

"Do you want me inside again, baby?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "Do you want to feel my cock stretching you open, filling you up?"

Y/n nodded slowly, her eyes glazed with lust. Despite the sensitivity, she craved more of Lewis, more of the pleasure only he could give her.

"Yes," she breathed, her hips lifting to meet his. "Please, Lewis. I need you inside me."

Lewis slowly pushed forward, his cockhead parting Y/n's slick folds. He went inch by inch, savoring the tight heat of her pussy as it enveloped him. Y/n moaned, her walls fluttering around his length, still sensitive from her previous orgasms.

"Fuck, so good baby," Lewis groaned, his hips rocking shallowly. "You feel like heaven wrapped around my cock."

He set a slow, teasing pace, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. Y/n whimpered, her hips lifting to meet his, desperate for more. Lewis grinned down at her, loving how responsive she was to his touch.

Y/n arched her back off the couch, her body undulating with each slow, deep thrust of Lewis's cock. "Oh god, Lewis," she moaned, her voice high and breathy. "Feels so good, so deep. You're hitting all the right spots."

Her hands fisted in the couch cushions, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. Each drag of Lewis's cock against her sensitive walls sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her whimper and praise him.

"Yes, just like that," she panted, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I need more, need you deeper."

Lewis moaned Y/n's name, his hips snapping forward as he drove into her. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Not even my ex could make me feel this good."

At the mention of his ex, Y/n felt a twinge of jealousy. She tightened her walls around him, clenching down on his cock. "Well, you might as well moan out her name if you keep bringing her up," she said sarcastically, her tone a bit sharp.

Lewis grinned, undeterred by her comment. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. "I'm not thinking about her," he murmured against Y/n's mouth. "I'm only thinking about how perfect you feel wrapped around my cock."

Lewis thrust sharply, making Y/n moan loudly. "You don't need to worry, baby," he assured her, his voice low and soothing. "I'm not thinking about anyone else but you. You're the only one who makes me feel this way."

To emphasize his point, Lewis changed his angle, hitting a spot deep inside Y/n that made her see the heavens. She cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure coursed through her veins.

"Oh god, right there," she panted, her nails digging into Lewis's shoulders. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Lewis grinned, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. He could feel Y/n's pussy fluttering around his cock, her walls tightening with each thrust. He knew she was close, and he was determined to push her over the edge.

Lewis continued to thrust into Y/n, his cock hitting all the right spots inside her. Her breasts were still constrained by her bra, the lacy fabric a tantalizing contrast to her flushed skin.

"Fuck, your tits look so good from this angle," Lewis groaned, his eyes dark with lust. "Maybe later, I'll bury my face in them, suck on those perfect nipples."

His words of praise sent Y/n over the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She came hard, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Lewis's cock as she squirted onto the couch.

"Oh god, Lewis," she cried out, her voice strained with pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Lewis pulled out of Y/n, his cock still hard and throbbing. He stroked himself quickly, his hand flying over his shaft as he chased his own release. With a final groan, he came, his seed splattering across Y/n's stomach in thick, white ropes.

Y/n lay there, panting and trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She looked down at the mess on her stomach, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

"Mmm, you made quite the mess," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "But don't worry, I'll clean it up later."

Lewis grinned, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "I'll help you clean up," he murmured against her mouth. "And then, maybe we can go another round."

Y/n laughed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasms. "My pussy can't handle another round," she admitted, her voice breathy and strained. "You've worn me out, Lewis."

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[tojivu]

one bed + morning after ⋆ genshin men

an. clearijg up drafts (that i like), expect more soon

cw. genshin men & one bed trope, includes zhongli diluc childe thoma. f!reader implied. sfw.

playing. nothing revealed / everything denied by the 1975

DILUC’s face is almost as red as his hair. he hoped to get this trip over and done with; considering how the friend group had just dragged him on this adventure when he had better things to do. however, he found the silver lining he didn’t expect; you.

he had always found you attractive, sometimes stealing glances at you when you’re talking to his friends or secretly hoping you would ask him to hang out (without your annoying friends tagging along, as they had always done)—so when he finds out he’s stuck with you for the night, he has mixed feelings. he sticks himself to the wall, feeling too awkward to even sit down, and you’re combing your hair in the mirror.

“i’m gonna go to bed soon. you gonna stand there all night, luc?”

god, the way you said his name. “no, i’ll be on the couch.”

“don’t be silly.” you put the comb down and turn off the bathroom lights, then getting on the bed to make yourself comfortable. you pat the empty space next to you to signal that it’s okay, that he could sleep next to you if he wanted. “don’t be scared. it’s not that big of a deal.”

of course it wasn’t, to you.

diluc reluctantly gets on the bed, and he’s as stiff as a wood plank. you turn and look at him, on your side, and he fights his urge to look back at you; he knows he’ll just make a fool of himself. “goodnight, luc.”

you expected diluc to be sleeping, facing the ceiling—as if he didn’t move from the night before. but your eyes flutter open and you see diluc facing you, his face only inches away; sleeping peacefully. the sunlight is seeping in through the curtain gaps, and the air is cold.

diluc wakes and he doesn’t jump in surprise, instead he opens his eyes and stares lazily at you—as if you were a sight he saw every morning; natural, like you were meant to be there with him. his morning voice is rough as he speaks, “good morning, y/n.”

your heart is merciless that morning, diluc swore he could hear your heartbeat pounding.

CHILDE doesn’t realise how troublesome it is to have such a tiny bed to two people. he had always slept alone, in a queen, his sleeping positions almost always bizarre as he had space to spare. your friend group didn’t think to consider whether making him sleep in a small hotel room with only one bed would trouble him— but as soon as he was told that he was sharing a room with you, his face lit up. childe didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, though, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to be stuck with you for a whole 8 hours.

“did you hear?” he leans against the counter at the reception desk, on one arm, looking at you with a smirk on his face. you’re guessing what it could be—what prank he’d be pulling on you this time.

“we’re sharing a room?” you guess, voice monotone and bored; it was 12 in the morning and all you wanted to do was sleep—entertaining childe’s nonsense was not going to be a part of your nightly routine. you expect a big “no!” from him, but he keeps quiet instead.

after a few seconds of awkward silence, he reaches for the keycard in your hand and grabs hold of it. “i guess i’ll unpack first, then.”

there wasn’t any point in fighting the receptionist for your own room, since she told you they were packed for the week and reservations had already been made.

you’re on the far end of the bed while childe is comfortable. the pillows smell like his shampoo. you can’t sleep, and he notices that. childe snickers at how you’re trying so hard not to fall off the bed.

“c’mere.” he offers, “there’s space.”

“there isn’t.”

“trust me, i don’t like this either.” what a liar, he thought to himself.

you reluctantly shift closer to him, yet thankful he offered—you were close to moving anyway. “this is so stupid.”

when you wake, you find yourself facing the wall—childe’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. he’s still asleep, his light snores being the only thing you can hear. you tell yourself this is not what you wished to wake up to, but the blush creeping up on your face says everything.

ZHONGLI finds it completely normal. he cannot take a hint. it was just a business trip, and he didn’t want you (his secretary) to sleep uncomfortably. you had much to do the morning after and a sore back would do you no good—he was just being a responsible boss. just that, nothing else. he doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks when he tells you to get in bed with him, and when he tells you goodnight when his face is only inches away from yours. it seems like you don’t notice how he gets a little nervous when you move closer—or accidentally brush your hands against his under the sheets, either.

zhongli takes off his slippers, then throwing the towel on his neck onto the chair next to the nightstand. you’re already in bed, laying down like a mummy—afraid to make a bad impression.

“busy day tomorrow.” he says. “goodnight, y/n.”

you muster the courage to say it back, but the heartbeat pulsing in your ears make it hard. “goodnight.”

“why are you laying down like that?” he suddenly says, just moments after you close your eyes. you jolt awake, surprised he would ask.

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, mr. zhongli–“

“don’t be ridiculous. come.” this is not normal. superiors are not supposed to be in the same bed as their secretaries. you’re not supposed to be in the same bed as your superior. nevertheless, he’s your boss. if he wants you to come closer, who are you to disobey?

you move closer to him, letting out a sigh of relief because theres much more space on his side of the bed. you hope it won’t be awkward at tomorrow morning’s meeting, and you hope no one catches you leaving his hotel room as soon as the sun rises.

your eyes open and the sun is rising. the sky is a pink-orange colour—the air is warm, but not too warm. you turn your gaze to your side and see zhongli, sleeping peacefully, and it hits you that you’ve never seen your boss like this. you’d just assumed that he never slept; such a workaholic he is. with his position, who has time to get shuteye?

you don’t realise he’s awake until he says something. you’ve been staring at him for a few minutes now.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer, miss y/n.”

you’re too tired to feel embarrassed, but the red on your cheeks show it anyway. “good morning, mr zhongli.”

“first time i’ve slept so soundly,” he smiles, “we should do this more often.”

zhongli was always blunt and straightforward, though it never bothered you. in fact, you admired that about him—something about the morning air and your boss waking up next to you stirs something in your chest.

THOMA was the shy classmate you always wanted to befriend. he was often seen reading books in the corner of the classroom, his head down and his eyes scanning pages. you were the popular kid, always being approached by those who are interested in you—but thoma was the only one who could catch your attention. you end up making friends with him, and spontaneously invite him on a trip outside the city. a small hostel was all you two could find, and even then, the prices were… outrageous.

“i could pay for two rooms, if you’re not comfortable.” you offered him, but knowing thoma, he’d probably decline and say—

“no, that’s a lot of money.” he shakes his head, “we came all this way. we still need money to head home.” of course, thoma was too sweet to make you do such a thing for him.

when you enter the room, you’re surprised to see only one bed. you’d just sleep on the floor, you thought—you dragged thoma out here, it would only be polite to do such a thing for him.

“so you wanna face the wall or..”

“what?”

“oh, you’re not sleeping on the floor, are you?” he questions, and you think he must be going crazy. what kind of guy asks a question like that? “we walked a lot today.”

your confidence is nowhere to be found now—with thoma, it’s hard for you to find the right words to say because you’re always so nervous; it’s a curse, especially during times like these. you decide to just suck it up for the night. thoma was a deep sleeper; and you knew this because of the train ride here—he was snoring so loud the whole cabin could hear him, and your pokes and shoves did nothing to wake him. it wouldn’t be much of an issue to sleep next to him, you hope.

it’s surprisingly easy to fall asleep next to thoma, his body warms the bed up and you find yourself inching closer to him as the hours pass—it’s comfortable, regrettably, but you can’t help yourself. it’s 4 in the morning when your head is buried into thoma’s shoulder, warmth encapsulating you; and the air is quiet until he speaks.

“it’s so cold tonight,” he’s complaining, though his tone sounds awfully happy, and you feel him hold your hand under the covers. “this hostel is so shitty.”

“isn’t it?” you’re smiling so hard you swear your cheeks are going to fall off. thank the stars it’s pitch dark in the room.

you wake hours later, thoma’s arm under your neck and holding you close. it’s no longer cold, you realise. you hear snoring in your right ear, and you’re once again thankful he can’t see your expression—a bright red.

[antiquarianfics]

Dark and Bloody Ground

So you violently murdered a man? So what? You did it in the name of love.

a/n: This is super loosely inspired by the song "Dark and Bloody Ground" by Ruston Kelly. Great song if you haven't heard it. Anyway, this is super gory and violent, but it's still a little fluffy... Hope you like it.

warning(s): Profanity, gore, extreme violence, sort of a hostage type situation, only kind of proofed.

note: I do not own Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliate characters.

You do not have permission to steal or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

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Blood. Blood everywhere. It’s on the ground, on the body, on your hands, on your face. The scene looks as if a toddler was given a box of crayons—all shades of red—and a coloring sheet. It’s horrific. Blood splattered, crayon scribbled—however you look at it.

Your breathing is erratic, heavy breaths shake your body as your lungs struggle to take in air. You’ve over exerted yourself, but you can’t find even a smidgen of a fuck to give.

There’s a dull ache in your knees where you’re sat on them; you lean back to distribute some weight onto your heels. Once your knees are slightly alleviated, you become more aware of the constant ringing in your ears, the ringing that has been constant since the moment you pulled your weapon. Then, you notice the soreness in your fingers and glance down to where your hands are clenched in fists, your knuckles busted and bruised. Looking around, you see a bloodied knife a few feet away: your gun is still in its holster.

You look up at the bloodbath in front of you—the dead men in front of you.

Did I even pull my gun?

The ringing in your ears is deafening, and you can’t focus on anything other than the carnage. Or, you can’t until you hear Bucky call for you. Wait. Bucky.

The moment your brain processes Bucky’s voice, it’s as if someone hits the fast forward button until your brain catches up with what is actively happening around you. The ringing squeals until it doesn’t; your head swivels until your eyes lock on their target.

“Y/N,” Bucky repeats. “Doll.” He slides next to you on his knees slowly, grimacing slightly as he moves.

Bucky’s eyes are filled with worry, his every movement cautious. He takes in your current state, but he saw the whole thing. He saw you kill the man who lay dead before you. He watched as the deceased attempted to fight back, how he got a few minor licks in, and how it was for naught. Still, though, Bucky is cautious as he looks at you--as he tries to make sure you're okay.

"Oh, baby," you say, voice low and hoarse. You smile softly and raise a hand to cup Bucky's cheek. "Oh, how I've missed you."

Bucky smiles sadly, his own hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "I've missed you, too."

"Are you okay?" You ask, concern palpable.

"I am now. You've got me, Doll."

You nod. "Yeah, I've got you."

Bucky looks around the facility he'd been held prisoner in for weeks. The drab appearance had changed quickly in your fury; he'd never seen you like that before.

—

Bucky coughed as the HYDRA operative kicked him in the gut. In most cases, Bucky would have already killed the guy, but he'd been starved and neglected for days, pumped full of a chemical that lessened the effectiveness of the super soldier serum, and his body thus has been struggling to fight off a nasty infection from a three day old stab wound.

"I'll ask again, Winter Soldier. Where is it?" The man in charge, an unassuming man in a pressed gray suit, asks in an even tone.

"I'll tell 'ya again," Bucky spits, "fuck. you."

"Very well. Again." The man waves his hand carelessly in a 'go ahead' motion.

The HYDRA operative kicks Bucky again. That's when the door to the torture chamber opens, and there you stand with a stolen keycard held to the door.

Your eyes land on Bucky on the ground, then they shift to the operative carrying out the torture, and then they settle on the man in the suit. Bucky knows you see red.

Taking a deep breath, you step forward and hit the button to shut the door behind you, stopping an escape. Then, in a flash, you've thrown your knife into the HYDRA operative's head. The operative drops, his body twitching slightly before stilling, and blood slowly begins to pool from his cracked skull.

The moment the knife leaves your hand, you step forward and swing at the man in the suit. The man side steps, lets out a 'Who do you think you are?' before being silenced by your fist to his jaw. You punch the man again and he stumbles backward; he quickly manages to get his footing and takes a swing at you. He lands a punch to your gut and one to your face, but neither deters you. You pivot around him as he lunges forward and then kick him in the back. The man falls to the ground, manages to turn over onto his back, and he is immediately met by another right hook to the face as you jump on him. You straddle the guy as you repeatedly hit him: you feel as the man's jaw cracks, as his cheekbone splinters. You're vaguely aware when each hit feels less solid, when the man beneath you finally stills. You feel weightless, a bit gone, as you slide off of the man onto your knees, sitting back on your heels.

—

"We gotta get out of here," Bucky says, shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts of you murdering for him.

You nod and stand up with a light groan, grasping Bucky's hand and pulling him up with you. You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, helping him walk as you make your escape.

—

Hours later, you and Bucky have not said much to one another. When you made it back to the jet, you were more worried about patching Bucky up and getting him something to eat than talking. Then, when he tried to say something, you shushed him and told him to get some rest. Now, though, as you're sitting next to his hospital bed in the med bay, and now that you know he's alright, you finally choose to talk about what happened.

"Bucky?" You say quietly, trying not to disturb him if he's asleep. You're hoping, selfishly, that he is.

"Hmm?" He hums, turning his head slightly and opening his tired eyes to look at you.

"I'm sorry. About today. I, uh. I know that was a lot..."

"Sweetheart, it's okay. You saved me. I should be thanking you; you shouldn't be apologizing."

You give him a tense smile.

"It's just. When I saw what they were doing to you... I saw red, Buck. I was so angry at them for hurting you, and I was scared. I just... I didn't think. But they didn't have to do all those awful things to you."

"I know."

"It makes me sick to think about."

"I know."

"You deserve so much better."

"I know."

You raise an eyebrow, disbelievingly.

"You do?"

"Well, I better. My girl violently killed two men because she thinks so."

You giggle. Despite everything, you giggle. Bucky smiles.

"Anyway," Bucky says, a light tone enveloping his words, "you know what they say."

"What's that?"

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," he teases.

"Especially when she has on her killing shoes," you laugh lightly.

"Mhmm. C'mere, Lizzie Borden." He holds out an arm for you as he scoots over to make room. You climb into the small bed with him, tucking yourself away into his embrace.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you, too," he replies, pressing a kiss into your hair.

[charliemwrites]

Uhhh this is sort of to get me back in the swing of writing since some people may have noticed I haven’t done much this week. It’s… it’s been a week, but that’s fine, those happen.

Anyway, concept comes from @ceilidho’s concept/drabble of “military asset Soap” and heavily inspired also by @391780’s Nikto version. Please go check out theirs because they’re brilliantly written.

(There will be a part 2 because this got longer than expected.)

Content: Verbal Threats, Dirty Talk, Objectification, Dub-Con, Name-calling. Please stay safe! 💕

You thought you were done with this.

Got out by making the best of a bad situation. Honorable discharge following an injury after your last base was infiltrated. “Data analysts” (hackers) can’t have unpredictable hand spasms in the middle of time-sensitive decryptions. So, you got out.

And now you’re all but being dragged back.

You don’t recognize the two stone-faced men flanking you, but you recognize the woman they sit you in front of.

“Laswell.”

She doesn’t look older, but she looks more tired. Like she hasn’t slept since she informed you of your discharge.

“It’s good to see you again,” she says without smiling. It’s good to see you; it’s not good that you’re seeing her. “I wish it was… I wish this wasn’t the situation.”

You arch your eyebrows. Have never known her to speak without measuring the exact dimensions of her words first. She always slides them into spaces perfectly designed for them, builds towers and forts out of syllables.

There’s a treacherous unintentional volume to the word “this” that prickles across your neurons.

“And what’s ‘this’ exactly?” you ask.

“A recently recovered asset,” she explains. You expect a dossier of some kind to be set in front of you. She links her fingers together on top of her desk and looks you in the eye. “He’s asking for you.”

You blink. Never was any good at staring contests with anything but a screen.

“And who,” you speak slowly, poking at the edges of whatever she’s hedging around, “is he?”

A pause, heavy enough to slowly start pressing the air from your lungs.

“Do you remember John MacTavish?” she asks.

You frown, rifling through mental files.

John MacTavish of Task Force 141. Soap. You remember liking him, even though he made a shy, anti-social part of you uneasy. He had a starting problem, and a smiling problem. Or maybe you were the one with the problem - with the way he would often stare and sometimes smile.

You taught him how to find files out in the field. How to take from the enemy and corrupt entire systems. He was good at it. A digital pyromaniac. Used to hand-deliver drives and disks to you, sometimes still bloody and bruised from getting them.

You heard through the gossip vine that he was MIA (or maybe went AWOL?) at some point. Was shipped out to your final assignment soon after.

“Is he the… asset?” you ask.

Her eyes do this funny flicker thing then, and the corner of her mouth tenses. You press your thumb into your palm as your fingers twitch.

“He’s asking for you,” she explains, “and he has information we need.”

Between the lines: we need you to get the information from him. The error code flashing in your mind demands to know why.

“Why?” you wonder.

Maybe you’ve been out too long; forgot that “why” is blasphemy to the government. The answer will always be “because we said so.”

You already miss being out.

“You’ll have to ask him yourself,” she answers and stands.

—

Laswell takes the lead, the same blank-faced guards bring up the rear. This doesn’t feel like you’ve been volun-told to do them a favor. It feels like you’ve been sentenced without a trial.

You’re led down silent, nondescript halls, through heavy gray doors, and into shiny metal elevators. Everything needs a keycard you’ve not been given. The quiet gets heavier, meaner the deeper you go.

There’s the vague sense that you’re underground when Laswell finally stops at a heavily guarded door. She pauses, steals a glance at you that starts a high-pitched alarm in your head.

“He’s different now,” she says finally, “I’m sorry in advance.”

A guard unlatches the door. She nods you ahead to enter first. You hesitate, don’t like the change in light beyond. Behind you, one of the guards shifts. Don’t like that either.

On tingling legs, you slink through the cracked door. It shuts with a gavel’s finality behind you. Alone.

The room you’ve been tricked into barely deserves the word. It’s more a tiny patch of sequestered floor, little bigger than an office cubicle. Clean linoleum and unmarked walls. In the corner, a camera blinks.

But in front of you are bars; a wall of them. A door interrupting the grid-pattern. Beyond, it’s pitch black. You almost make the mistake of stepping forward.

“Stay there,” Laswell’s voice commands. Staticky. An intercom.

From the shadows, a growl. Low, rough. Just this side of human. You plaster yourself to the door you came through, hair standing on end.

The lights come on. It’s only because you’ve frozen that you don’t scream, all of it trapped up in a constricted throat.

The man in front of you is not Soap. It’s not even John MacTavish. It’s a very convincing beast wearing his face. Sort of.

More scars than you remember. A thicker beard too. His signature Mohawk is just a suggestion in the dark brown mess of his hair - like he’s been running his hands through it and ripping out any tangles along the way.

He’s not moving now though. Not except the deep heave of his broad chest. Could be a statue save for that. He’s staring; his eyes are bluer than you remember. Bluer and blanker. Nothing in them except a flicker of something vicious, something covetous. Something that’s peering out from this man.

“We brought her, just like you asked.” Laswell’s voice again, wary and expectant.

Soap doesn’t respond. He inhales deep, gaze still locked with yours. It’s loud, purposeful. Your stomach twists.

“Just as sweet as I remember.” His voice is gravel on ice, resonates in his barrel chest. Fills up the room like a rockslide. You curl your fingers against the door behind you. “You remember me, bonnie?”

It takes your brain a second to realize he’s talking to you. As if he could be speaking to anyone else. Your shadow maybe; she’s always been braver than you.

His eyes twitch, narrowing ever so slightly. His patience winding down, tick, tick, tick.

You jerk your head in a nod. His eyes burn.

“Good.” He cracks his neck. It feels entirely inorganic that he can move just that part of his body. “Would have to punish you if you didn’t.”

You swallow, dig up your voice from the crevice it slunk into.

“Laswell.” Your voice is too high, too nervous. Soap bares his teeth, slams his fist against the all-too-bendable barrier between you two. It shocks you, frightens you. How he could be so still and then so alive all at once.

“John, we brought her. That was the deal.”

You feel sick with something unspoken as he shakes his head.

“No, the deal was you give her to me. Do you see my fuckin’ hands on ‘er? My teeth?”

“The information first.”

You feel sick with rage. Like you’re going to throw up with the disgust that poisons your blood. Your legs nearly give out as you slide to the ground, pressing a hand over your mouth, filling with saliva. Stomach rolling.

Force yourself to breathe through your nose. Would work better if you could close your eyes but prey instinct won’t let you, survival too strong to dare look away from the predator now pacing at the bars. He’s agitated, devolving quickly into anger. You’d tell Laswell to stop pissing him off if that didn’t mean tossing you to him. More than she has, anyway.

“We will take her back if you don’t deliver your end of the deal.”

Like you’re some reward to be given and taken at someone else’s will. An incentive for good behavior.

The military used to make you feel like a dog - sit, stay, bark on command. But you’d take that over being the training treat any day.

Soap snarls. He sounds feral. Spits out a set of numbers, eyes pinned to you. When he’s done, he crouches down. Knees against the wall of bars.

“S’alright, little bird. C’mere and I’ll make it all better,” he coos, beckoning you with two fingers.

You press your lips together against a whimper. His expression twitches. You suck in a breath—

“We’ll need to verify those coordinates first,” Laswell says.

The noise that rips out of Soap makes you shake. You didn’t know people could make sounds like that; like something with teeth and claws and blood matted in its fur. He stands, huge and terrifying.

He curses and threatens (awful, cruel) but Laswell doesn’t respond again. You doubt she’s even listening. And you just stay still and quiet, hoping to avoid his attention altogether, pancaked to the wall.

As is the pattern today, your reasonable hope is eventually dashed. Can almost feel the exact moment Soap’s attention refocuses on you. Like a the click of switch.

And he’s down again, crooning at you so sweetly. Like you didn’t just watch him come within a breath of destroying his cell.

“You know it’s not fair, don’t you,” he murmurs. “You know that I’m owed you. C’mere.”

“I’m not a thing,” you snip, still too high. Almost petulant if not for the frightened crack in the middle. He flashes teeth.

“‘Course you are, hen,” he says, almost laughing. You realize with a jolt that you’ve amused him. “You’re my sweet, pretty thing with the sweet, pretty cunt that I’m gonna fuck and breed.”

Your voice slithers back into the abyss, snatched away by the smoke and shadow promises in his own.

“And you know that’s what you’re for, don’ you?” he continues, voice dripping lower and lower. “You know that you’re mine.”

You shake your head, want to explain that you didn’t have a choice. Government goons have been shuffling you about from place to place, only the illusion of free will, like horse blinders. Keeping you docile and complacent.

You don’t think Soap cares about things like logic or personhood right now though. Or at all.

“Come. Here.”

Hard metal between you, and every atom in your body screams not to comply. So you don’t.

When you shake your head, he snarls and slams his fist into the barrier again. You squeak this time, can’t help it, and try to become one with the wall.

He rages for a few minutes. Demands you, your compliance. At some point you just have to draw your knees up to your chest and lean your head against them. If he could get through, he would have by now. Let his anger become a terrifying background noise, a soundtrack for fear.

It’s when he goes quiet again that the fear returns. Your head snaps up. He’s staring again, still. Just like before. His arms are crossed - biceps huge, straining. There’s a sizable bulge pressed against the bars. Obscene.

“Best get your rest now, little girl,” he rumbles. Even and deceptively calm. “Because when that door opens, I’m not gonna be nice about it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “Stop it.”

A puff of air. You can’t tell if it’s amused or annoyed. “Say it while you can, ‘cause it won’t make a difference later.”

You shudder through your next inhale, heart pounding. Try to wrestle yourself under control, convince yourself that Laswell won’t actually give you up to him. Not when she’s already gotten what she wanted from him.

A sound breaks you from your frantic meditation, slick and wet. You look up without thinking. Soap is fucking viciously into his fist, eyes trained on you. The head of his cock is flushed an angry red, dripping with precum, shiny and needy.

“Regret being a little bitch now?” he growls. “Now that you see what’s going in that prissy little cunt?”

You clench and cramp at the very thought. He’s massive, not just long but thick. You wouldn’t be shocked if your fingers didn’t touch wrapped around him — not that you should be considering those logistics. It’ll just freak you out more.

“Can smell your wet pussy from here, hen. Bet I’ll knock you up on the first try.” He squeezes almost cruelly, knuckles banging against the bars as his hips jerk.

You press your thighs together, trying not to think about it. Not to think about all that bulk pinning you down and using you. Big, rough hands and sharp, mean teeth while he—

“Stop,” you grit out, to yourself this time.

His breath shudders, a rough noise dragging up his throat. You twitch back as cum splatters the floor, coats the metal in milky drops. You stare at the mess, mortified.

“Well?” he rasps and your eyes snap back to his. “Going to lick it up like the bitch you are?”

You swallow and curl up tighter. He takes that for the denial it is.

“S’alright,” he says, “you’ll get a taste soon enough.”

Next

Masterlist

[sectumsempraaa]

Being coworkers w/ the Slytherin boys (headcanons)

feat. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo

this one’s for the working folks bc you KNOW these guys would make work so much more fun!! :)

Draco:

- extremely punctual

- judges you for how you write emails

- picks you up in his car before your shift every day

- has a kettle plugged in AT his desk for maximum tea drinking

- will often leave you a cup on your desk too without you asking for it

- writes 95% of paperwork by hand

- kisses ass to your boss but vents to you later about how much he hates them

- overdresses even on casual fridays

- takes his lunch break with you every day and has your meals delivered (doesnt even ask what you want, he’s just good at this)

- gets turned on when you sit on his desk and look down at him

Mattheo:

- consistently 5-10 minutes late but everyone’s just kinda used to it

- takes mass transportation bc he keeps failing his drivers test

- stops to get you both coffee before work (thats why he’s late!!)

- will respond to emails you’re too scared to answer

- similarly will pick up the phone when you don’t want to

- office pranks galore with this guy

- calls you from his desk (it’s next to yours) to ask you to meet him somewhere so y’all can makeout

- also calls you when he sees someone he KNOWS you hate trying to talk to you at your desk to get you out of it

- post-shift treat several times a week

- most likely to pleasure you from under your desk 🤭

Theo:

- gets distracted easily and falls behind on work

- is so quiet no one really even knows he’s there

- bribes the office manager into making you his secret santa

- has a private email thread between the two of you that goes on and on all day with complete nonsense and memes

- visits your cubicle and sits there for like an hour at a time

- holds your hand under the table during meetings

- “ugh can we go home now” “theo we haven’t even clocked in yet”

- hacks the system to change the schedule around so you always have the same shifts

- cooks your lunches at home and brings them to work for you

- 100% takes naps under his desk when you’re out sick and he’s alone/bored

Blaise:

- gets along with everyone

- often leads meetings and presentations bc everyone trusts him

- winks at you from across the office several times a day

- has everything in his desk from stain remover to first aid kit to microwaveable ramen

- checks each paycheck (and yours) to make sure y’all get paid RIGHT

- hugs you from behind your chair like 1000 times a day (ft. neck kisses)

- flies paper cranes into your cubicle with cheesey pick up lines

- knows how to get your fav snacks from the vending machine without paying

- will randomly do some of your tasks bc he’s so ahead on his

- LOVES a business trip and gets you two ALL the travel upgrades

Lorenzo:

- does not give a fuck about getting anything done

- but somehow is pretty much always caught up/in good standing

- does the bare minimum but makes up for it by being extremely charming

- faxes you (yes, faxes) memes when he is extra bored

- steals people’s things off their desk if he doesn’t like them

- never abides by the dress code

- lies to your boss to get you out of meetings and leave work early

- convinces you to call out with him so you can spend the day together

- has a keycard that opens every door in the building, don’t ask how he got it

- switches nametags/IDs with you and thinks its the funniest thing in the world

- headphones in 24/7

ALL of them love to say “if you ever leave i have to quit too. i can’t work here without you” and they MEAN it!!

[strategistsfav]

Yarnaby x GN reader pt. 2

-> platonic

My hand trembles as I hover the keycard - still attached to the fabric lanyard around my neck - over the panel’s slit. With a weary sigh, I lower the heavy carrier onto the floor, its weight a reminder of the obscene amount of raw meat Dr. Sawyer insisted I bring.

I glance at my wristwatch - one of the few personal items Playtime Co.'s science facility permits us to wear. 09:55. Right on cue, a low hiss seeps through the door. Impatience? Hunger? Likely both.

Though I’m not religious, I find myself tracing the sign of the cross in my mind before finally swiping the card. The lock clicks, and I push the door just wide enough to slip through the gap. Ordinarily, no Playtime Co. scientist of my rank would handle something as volatile—no, as monstrous—as Experiment 1166 alone. We are researchers, not mere toy makers.

The room is small and cold, white walls and grey concrete floor enveloped by artificial light. A sharp, metallic scent lingers in the air, curling in my throat and sending a wave of nausea through me. I swallow it down, forcing myself to focus on my surroundings. The space is barren, almost empty - typical for observation rooms. Most experiments aren’t given personal belongings, but Dr. Sawyer has made it his personal mission to offer 1166 some form of stimulation. A battered log sits in the center of the room, its surface scratched as if by claws of some kind, a pierced red softball lies next to it. Small, meaningless distractions. But despite his massive size, 1166 is nowhere to be seen.

Frowning, I scratch the back of my neck, uneasy. Then a low, guttural growl rumbles from behind me. My blood turns to ice. I spin around, but I’m too late. A massive force slams into me, knocking me to the floor. The impact steals the air from my lungs.

Towering over me is 1166—a monstrous, lion-like creature, its body covered in tangled, multicolored yarn. A stitched-on grin stretches across its face, absurdly cheerful. Its real mouth however, a clean vertical split running down its face, hangs open, revealing rows upon rows of needle-like teeth, warm drool dripping on my face.

But I’m too terrified as to be bothered by it. I know exactly what those teeth can do. The shredded remains of some unfortunate critter lying in the corner are enough of a confirmation to it. And now, with one massive paw pinning me to the ground, I realize—I could be next. Sharp claws dig its way into my shirt, not enough to rip but enough to prick my skin through it to the point I begin worrying about any red stains on the white fabric. God knows Dr. Sawyer wouldn’t be all too happy about that.

1166 leans down, close enough for the sour, chemical stench of yarn to invade my senses. Its empty eyes are dull and unmoving, a low tone rumbling from deep within it as teeth glint in the artificial lights.

‘Oh shit, is this it?’ My inner voices scream. ‘I just took this job on, this was the opportunity - it can’t be the end, not yet!’ I feel the suffocating sensation of fear take over as I close my eyes tightly, expecting the inevitable.

But it never comes.

Instead, the heavy pressure on my chest disappears and the looming creature removes itself from me. Stomps. Dull clashing, as if someone hit their head against a metal cage. Suddenly a subtle noise of whining and scratching. I open my eyes.

Although I can still feel myself shaking all over, the sight of the 8 feet lion creature sitting in front of the metal box packed with fresh meat, tail swishing from one side to the other impatiently left me smiling - unbelievably so, but it still counts. I sit up.

“You’re hungry, huh?”

[cyberkinks]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ︙ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ・♡ (𝐌)

⤷︎︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, wom(woman)!reader x co-worker!namjoon. kissing, sexual intercourse, rough sex? work beef, boss interfering, bestie bora, friendzoned.., helping Namjoon scratch his back 👀. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, use of foul language, use of pet names (maybe), misspellings (maybe), use of alcoholic drinks. 🎄

⤷︎︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧���𝐞, smut, angst, non-idol au. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, Ah, Christmas what a wonderful time of the year, isn’t? The snow, family, friends, food and ETC. it’s just a wonderful time of the year that everyone enjoys. Your boss invited you all on a trip before Christmas and obviously you said yes but Ehat you didn’t expect is that you’d be sharing a room with one of your co-workers whom you absolutely hated over the years. ✨

⤷︎︎ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫!, this is for entertainment purposes only! 🎄

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hello! sorry for not posting but I’m back and I hope y’all have/had a good holiday! Merry Christmas or Holidays and happy new year to you all! 💋 hope you all enjoy and have a good read, also I’m back in my writing spirit so I’m glad for that. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝?: yes, partially edited. 🎄

Christmas is a time to give thanks for the love, hope, and joy. It's often celebrated with decorated trees, presents, and a Turkey, Ham, or Chicken feast.

It’s also a time to celebrate with your family and friends..or you’d think.

This year, your boss wanted everyone to go on a month-long Christmas vacation with her. Of course, you wanted to plus it was free!? Hell yeah!

It was a couple of days away but she did give you guys enough time to pack. The reservations were already set, and the trip was already planned. Everything was a go! It was currently 6:34 AM and you guys landed at 9:55 AM.

However, when you got there, you thought you could just choose a room when all of a sudden the rooms were already picked out for everyone.

You look over at your best friend/co-worker, Bora waves over at you and you smile and wave back. You were confident that your boss was gonna let you and her share a room, obviously…right?

Wrong. She announces that you’ll be sharing a room with your emeny/“least favorite” worker, Kim Namjoon. You blink twice before looking over at him who looks over at you.

You hoped this was a dream and that your boss was just kidding with you two, right!? I mean that had to be it. She knows that you two bicker at work like children. This couldn’t be real, the co-worker that you hated was your roommate on a month-long vacation, please say it wasn’t so.

Once it was sorted out, Bora came over to you and snickers. “So, it’s gonna be funny being bunk buddies with Namjoon, hm?” Bora asks with a soft smirk across her lips.

Her words make you roll your eyes. “Har-Har and no, it’s not, I mean you see how that bastard treats me at work, hell no,” you say, folding your arms as she just chuckled once more “Oh, (y/n) just give up the act, already, everyone he knows you two like each other.”

You frown at her “no the fuck I don’t! I can’t stand him, he’s always calling me a lazy worker like ew and he steals my coffee, do you know how long it takes to refill the coffee machine at work!?” you huff at the thought of him.

Bora looks at you, raising an eyebrow “Oh cmon, he just likes teasing you and you like teasing him, you two are perfect-“ “No, no we aren’t and I do not, it’s never intentional, it’s only because he starts it.”

You sigh softly before pinching the bridge if your nose. “This is gonna be one hellish month,” you grumble making her laugh and you shoot her a glare as Namjoon walks up to you. “Hey, roomie, got our key.” He says, dangling it in front of you.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of him as your expression hardens. Bora looks at you both “Am I interrupting something?” she asks, making you both look at her. She was about to say something until you shoo her away.

you snatch the keycard away from him before walking towards the elevator. “What floor?” you ask as he gets in. “5” he says and you quickly click it.

As the elevator ride goes on, he couldn’t stop looking at you. The way your body looks in your outfit has his mind spinning.

You and Namjoon have been at it since you first started working there. He was out for your blood so you started being out for his and it turned into some kind of war and it only got worse when your boss announced that both of you were her favorite employees and that only one of you can get a raise. It started off as entertaining but it slowly started becoming more irritating.

You felt his eyes on you but you ignored him as you pleaded in your mind for the elevator to go faster. Once it reaches the floor, you quickly walk out and towards your room number. I glance at your keycard making sure it was sure it was the right number you saw before unlocking it.

You walk inside seeing your bags already in, your face full of confusion as you look at your bags. ‘Did he personally ask her before we even got here?’ Is what you ask yourself before shaking your head and then starting to unpack

1 hour later, you were finally finished unpacking so you took a nice long relaxing hot shower before changing into something comfortable which was a random T-shirt and some leggings. You lay down in bed, your back against the soft mattress.

A sigh left your lips as a smile appeared across them. As you were relaxing, you heard the hotel room open and closing. you look over seeing Namjoon. “And there goes my relaxation,” you say before huffing and he rolls his eyes. “Ha-ha, I didn’t come in here to bother you, (y/l/n).” he sits down on the other bed.

“That’s what you always say, but eventually you do, and it gets fucking annoying.” you say, glaring at him and a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “You know me so well.” “Duh.”

You look at him, folding your arms. He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” You shrug. “Just waiting for you to tell me what you want.”

He frowns slightly. “This is my room as much as it is yours, I can go in and out if I want,” he says, leaning back against the headboard.* “See.” you point at him. “That’s how I know you don’t need anything.”

He shrugs. “whatever floats your boat.” you roll your eyes before facing away from him and reaching over in your purse, grabbing your phone to update your family groupchat that you made it safely.

As you were typing, his eyes were on you, imagining that he was spooning you, his hands caressing your sides.

A little secret is: that even though you two bicker like complete idiots, you both often thought about each other whenever you two were at home. He’d slowly stroke himself as he thought about you, while you would be at home touching yourself at the thought of him “making love” to you, his hands roaming your body making sure no place was untouched. No one knew that secret about either of you and you wanted to keep it that way (and so did he.)

Anyways, back to the present. His eyes were still on you, admiring you and your body. His teeth tugs on his bottom lip, before finally looking away. you barely notice it since you were typing but you 100% knew he was staring at you “Take a couple of pictures, it'll last longer.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at your words. “You’re not that entertaining to look at, babydoll” You frown at his words before scoffing. “Yet you were still staring at me, and you do so at work” You stuck your tongue out at him afterwards “Plus you aren’t either.”

He chuckles darkly “Says you, and I know you stare at me at work too, like you’re undressing me with your eyes” A look of disgust at his words spreads on your face “You wish I’d undress you” You tease him even though deep down you both wanted to undress each other but he has to keep it rolling.

“No, I don’t” he glares at you before getting up from the bed and you flick him off as he turns his back.

Later on during the day, it was around 8:32 PM when your boss decided to throw a small Christmas party at some club. You obviously went and you were currently wearing a short red dress with a black sweater and black heels, and your hair was in a sleek bun.

As you walk in, Bora walks over to you and instantly compliments your outfit “That dress looks so hot on you, babes” she says before taking a sip of her drink and you thank her with a smile.

You felt eyes on you and you look over seeing that Namjoon is also present making you roll you eyes making Bora laugh. “Speaking of, how’s that going?” she raises an eyebrow at your expression. “As well as you’re thinking,” you say before huffing and walking towards the bar and ordering a Cosmo.

You sat down on a bar stool and that’s when Bora pointed at a guy who’s been looking at you ever since you came in and a smile spread across your lips. As he starts approaching you, Bora walks away to give you two some room meanwhile when Namjoon sees it, a ping of jealousy fills his body and he frowns.

“And you are?” you ask while the bartender hands you your drink. “Christian, you?” “(Y/N)” you hold your hand out for him to shake and he does, giving your hand a firm grip.

As you two were talking, Namjoon watched close by, gulping down the rest of his drink. Bora approaches him and folds her arms. “Watching your future girlfriend flirt with some guy? Real classy.” She says and he looks at her with a look of disgust. “What? As if.”

She laughs making him frown further. “That’s cute but I bet by the end of this trip, you two are gonna be a thing.” she says making him shake his head. “that’s crazy talk, I don’t like her,” he says, clearly and 100% lying and she knew it. “We’ll see,” she says before walking off.

He shakes his head at her before looking back at you, his gaze on you as he sees the guy getting closer to you. he didn’t wanna interfere since he knew that’d cause you to be suspicious of him but if he didn’t, he was 100% gonna hear your bed creaking while he’s trying to sleep.

He was conflicted with his feelings, not knowing what to do at all. he looks around before walking towards you both.

you continue talking with Christian, getting to know him. it was clear that you were feeling his vibe..maybe a little too much. you took the last sip of your drink and set your glass aside. “Yeah, I’m currently working for a Magazine Company,” you say with a nod and he looks at you, his eyes full of interest. “Oh really?”

You nod with a smile and he grins back “Well, that’s pretty cool.” he says and you are kinda caught off guard and before you can say anything further, Namjoon interrupts you both making you frown. “Hey, (Y/N).” He says, his arms folded. “Who’s this?”

You glare at him, completely suspicious of his behavior and annoyed.. “this is Christian, my new buddy.” You say and Namjoon looks at him before shaking his hand and then looking back at you. “We were talking so if you could please..excuse us,” you say, your eye twitching.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, clearly trying to annoy you so you would take him back to your shared hotel room. you grin at Christian before getting up from your seat. “Namjoon, let’s dance really quickly.”

Before he could protest, you grabbed his arm and led him to the dance floor. you look up at him “What are you doing!?” you ask him with a frown.

“Nothing, why?” he shrugs before doing some little random dance, along with you “bullshit, you interrupted my conversation with that hottie” You frown while he celebrates…in his mind “Maybe I was just helping you out of a boring conversation.” “yeah right." you roll your eyes at his weird behavior.

“We could've danced later,” you said with an upset expression. he chuckles to himself, making you frown further “As if you’d want to dance with me.” he says and you nod, still pissed off. “you’re right.” he rolls his eyes at you “Maybe if you stop being stubborn, you’ll actually get laid.”

a gasp left your lips from the words that came from his lips. “and maybe, if you weren’t so cocky, someone would want your cock.” is what you say before walking off, leaving him speechless and he stands there trying to process what you just said.

you walk over to Bora, immediately telling her what happened and she chuckles “You both always fight like an old married couple.” “Well, we’ll never be one, can’t stand him.” she raises an eyebrow at your words. “for now.”

you frown at her. “no, never, plus that guy was really hot but it’s whatever…I guess.” Bora looks at you before looking over at the guy you were talking to which makes you look to see that he was still over there. “you think i should go back over there?” you ask her and she nods. “I think so, plus it looks like you both were feeling each other.”

you smile before getting up and walking back over to him, sitting down. “sorry about that.” he shakes his head “No, problem.” you bite your lip at him before asking him to dance and he agrees.

Christian gently grabs your hand, leading you towards the dance floor, and as you both dance, your hips swaying slowly as his hands rest on them. you look up at him as he looks down at you.

while you were in the moment with this stranger, Namjoon’s eyes were on you both. the pang of jealousy stinging his heart once again. he watches you both, taking small sips of his drink.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with other men, it irks his soul but he can’t do anything about it or you’ll know that he wants you. he was confused and conflicted about what to do, but what was there to do besides him being confusing and not telling you how he felt without showing it?

you had his heart, mind, and soul and he thinks that he’s alone with his feelings not knowing that it was the same way for you. he was down bad for you but why doesn’t he ever wanna show it? why does he pick fights with you? guess we’ll never know.

later on in the night, you’d had way too many drinks, and all you remember is the guy you’d just met (Christian) wanting to take you home but Namjoon didn’t trust him one bit.

you barely remember what happened but Namjoon 100% took you home since you could smell his cologne over and over. he helps you inside your shared hotel room, helping you on the bed. “so soft..” you sigh as you look around making him chuckle.

a soft groan left your lips as he slips your heels from your feet before helping you take off your jewelry and your makeup, his touch was as gentle as ever. “you’re a piece of shit.” you slur out, making him chuckle. “if I was, I would’ve let him take you here and not me.” he says, placing a bottle of water on the nightstand.

he was about to walk away and you stop him. “don’t go.” a pout forms on your lips. he looks at you, conflicted still “You don’t want me to go?” you shake your head no at his words.

he knew you were out of it, he knew you needed space but he lays down beside you anyway and you place your hand on his chest. “Namjoon..” you whisper, your slightly blurry eyes on his. “I like you.” his body froze at your words. “so much..and I want you,” you grumble out as your eyes start to close.

“you’re just drunk, I know you don’t mean it.” he says, wanting to doubt it but you slowly open your eyes again before looking at him and his eyes are on yours. “I know what I mean.” you slowly sit up before softly kissing his lips.

he didn’t know what to do but he was much of a gentleman to deny you since you were drunk “Get some sleep.” he whispered. you sigh before laying back down and closing your eyes again.

your words repeat in his brain over and over again, the sound of your voice and the way you said his name is just stuck in his mind.

he’s completely conflicted.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible headache. you groan in pain as you hold your head while sitting up on the bed, the sun shining from the curtains

you look over seeing that someone was in your bed since the sheets were messy. you also notice that everything you had on (except your clothes) from last night was off.

you bite my lip thinking if it was the guy from last night but that couldn’t be possible since the cologne was different. you heard the bathroom door open and that’s when you saw Namjoon who had a towel around his waist, water dripping from his body.

you eventually look away once he looks over at you. “take a picture next time” he says in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes “please no one wants to look at you.” you say, getting up from the bed “that isn’t what you said last night.” he says and you froze at his words “wait what are you talking about?”

he looks at you “you don’t remember?” you shake your head no, completely scared and worried. “no, I don’t, now tell me.” he sits down on your bed. “well, you had too many drinks last night and I took you back here and last night you told me that you liked me” he pauses for a moment looking at your shocked facial expression “and that you wanted me.”

you take a deep breath before responding “well, i was drunk so-“ “drunk words equals sober thoughts” he says with a shrug. you lick your lips, thinking of a lie to come up with but he stops you “aren’t you tired of playing cat and mouse with me?” he asks standing up from the bed and walking towards you.

you look up at him “i was drunk, people say things when they’re drunk..” he scoffs, shaking his head. He thought he could get through to you but he forgot how stubborn you were. “excuses is all I hear.” he says, moving back from you “when you’re tired of dodging me, give me a holler.” is all he said before grabbing his clothes and walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

you stood there completely confused at his words but…the fact you just seen him shirtless was also stuck in your mind.

you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts but…it didn’t work because later on that night, after you boss took all of you out to dinner…you were in the shower with..a certain type of toy, plunging it into you over and over again.

you cover your mouth to shush yourself, slowly slipping it into you. you shut your eyes as your body shudders and trembles, feeling yourself getting close to the edge and that’s when the bathroom door open making you scream and quickly turning onto your side.

Namjoon quickly closed the door back and yelling ‘Sorry’ before walking off. you take a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in and turning back around. you look at the door before biting your lip and pulling the shower curtains forward and starting back again.

after your intimate shower time, you got ready for bed, doing you skin and bodycare routine. you walk out of the bathroom after tidying it up and slid into your sheets, laying your head comfortably on the pillow.

Namjoon sat on his bed still conflicted on what to do but he knew he was tired of playing games with you. he wanted you so fucking badly and he needed you. he looks back seeing you laying in bed before getting up from his and walking towards you. “(Y/N)?”

The sound of his deep voice makes you open your eyes, looking at him and groaning in annoyance. “I’m trying to sleep, what?” you ask with a slight frown and hint of curiosity.

he didn’t say anything, he just looks as you making you kinda nervous. he leans down and softly brushed his lips against yours and butterflies instantly fills your stomach. “what are you..” you whisper and he tucks your hair behind your ear and asks with his deep voice, filled with sensuality and desire “can I kiss you?”

you were took aback at his words, but you knew this day would come. a where you’d both finally admit that you both like each other. you look at him before nodding and whispering “yes.”

he cups your face before softly kissing your lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. your lips move in sync as he tilts his head, kissing you deeper. his hands goes down to your gown, slowly lifting it to your abdomen and grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to him as he hovers over you fully.

a moan leaves your lips, your hands pulls him closer. he moves your legs apart before slipping your underwear off as well. he licks at your lower lips, asking for entrance which you gave to him. another moan escapes from your lips, making his lips curl into a smile.

he kisses up your chin, going higher to nip your jawline and then kissing at your neck. “Namjoon..” you whimpers out his name and he hums before continuing his trail down your body.

his hand goes under your nightgown, gently gliding across your thighs until he feels your slickness, taking it into his hand. you roll your hips against his fingers, soft moans leaving your lips.

a groan leaves his lips as he feels how wet you were just for him. he pulls his hand away, pulling down his sweats making his hard on fling out. he looks at you for a moment “are you sure you want this?” he asks and you nod eagerly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

He softly kisses your lips as he slides into you, a soft moan leaving your lips, your juices coating his cock instantly. you kiss him as well, your hands going to his bare back, grabbing at it making him wince a little as your nails digs in his skin.

you look up at him as he slowly and gently moves into you, letting you adjust to his size while slowly speeding up. he starts to thrust into you, your body already adjusting to him.

“Namjoon..please.” you whine while he looks down at you, his eyes full of lust. he takes in a deep breath through his nose before hitting your sweet spot and you immediately start moaning out loudly. he kisses your lips to shush you, his hands grabbing at the sheets.

his lips trails down to your neck again, leaving hickeys all over as he begins to speed up, his hips pushing into you. a groan escapes his lips as he grabs your legs, placing them on his shoulders.

“fuck” he mumbles out. you whimper, grabbing onto his hair, pulling slightly. you suddenly let go of his hair when he gets faster, gasping in pleasure. he continues to fuck you roughly, throwing you off balance “Oh god” you moan out, grabbing the sheets as well.

Namjoon moves back, his hands moving your legs to the side and leaning back down, his hand spreading your ass cheek as he slams into you, the gushy and wet sounds filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

you grab the sheets, his hands grabbing onto the pillows. “fuck, you’re so tight and wet.” he groans, watching as your ass bounces “s’fucking good..” he whispers, grunting afterwards while you cry out his name, your legs shaking.

“Fucking hell!” you whimper out, looking up at him as he throws his head back. “Joonie!” you whine as you felt his hand collide with your asscheek.

you felt a certain feeling in your stomach, letting you know you were close to your climax. you beg him to go faster which he does, his hand slapping your ass again.

within a few more pumps from him, you came onto his cock, youe body trembling while shaking more violently, a loud moan falling from your lips. your toes curl from the sensation while he kept going, his hips still moving into you.

you bite your lip as you lay there, letting him continue, your hand on his chest. “C'mon, cum for me,” you whine before your mouth falls open.

after a few more thrusts, he lets go inside of you, a loud groan escaping his lips. you hum as he does so, breathing heavily.

andd… after that, you both lay there not knowing what to say or do, the awkward tension and silence in the air. you didn’t know what to say or do.

You gulp before turning towards him. “Namjoon…” you whisper, making him face you. “Yeah?” he looks at you, hoping you’d say what he’s been wanting to hear for the last few years, but you didn’t, which made his heart drop. “I think we should just be friends,” you say softly, noticing the shift in his attitude.

Namjoon nods slowly, looking at you with regret in his eyes. “I should’ve known,” he says, making you frown. “Joon—“ “It’s whatever, (Y/N),” he says, getting up from the bed to put his clothes back on.

You sat there covering up yourself as you watch as he leaves the hotel room. you bite your lip as tears fills your eyes. It wasn’t him, it was you.

You weren’t…ready for a relationship since you didn’t give yourself that much time to heal from your last one. you took a deep breath as you try to keep your emotions in check.

so much for that talk.

Soon after the trip was over and everyone went back home, he barely said a word to you on the plane , even at work, and you felt super bad. Bora noticed it as well but she figured she’d just stay out of it until you’re ready to tell her which wasn’t probably gonna be for a while since you’re so fucked up about the whole situation.

You sat in your office at home, staring at your computer unable to focus after what happened a few weeks back on the vacation trip. after what happened between you and namjoon, it felt …weird, you felt weird. Especially since you two spent half of work time playing cat and mouse.

I mean most nights you could barely sleep since all you could think about was him. His voice, intelligence, his body…and etc. just him, as a person was all you wanted. you were so attracted to his energy and spirit that it was taking a toll on you but you were just too scared for a relationship since your career is the only thing in your mind besides him.

A sigh left your lips as you repeated what happened in your brain over and over again. your words and his. what makes things worse is that you actually wanted him, but what if it became too complicated? what if it affected both of you?

but you’ll never know unless you try, let’s hope you do try…in part two.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

[heerinnie]

rockstar idol gf with jungwon 🖤💋

As someone who’s doing a music major anything to do with being a rockstar is just mwah 💟🤭 so I’ll write a little Drabble of rockstar!reader x fan!wonie, also if you want to I linked some song suggestions for this at the bottom <3

^^ NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI (not proofread yet)

SYNOPSIS: During your performance at the biggest venue of your career you couldn’t help but search for the boy with a pair of cat-like eyes that managed to steal your attention even in an ocean of others people.

WARNINGS: slight power imbalance, sub!jungwon x dom!fem reader, oral (fem receiving), riding, cursing, handjob, mentions of the names: good boy and baby, love bites (fem reviving + thighs), unprotected sex (pls use protection), breeding, kinda cringe. If I missed anything please tell me <3

WC: 2k

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Being an artist was always something you yearned, having crowds sing your songs and looking at the adoration in the eyes of the ones that looked up to you like you once did to the ones you idolised. You had the privilege of standing all mighty and tall on the stage to take in the beautiful sight of your biggest venue yet. Ten thousand people in the room, ten thousand people serenading you, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine people whose lives had been changed because of you and yet one person in that room changed yours.

Out of all the people there, no one caught you eye as much as he did. Love at first sight wasnr something you necessarily believed in especially with the fact you never felt a strong attraction to another person, you imagined the feeling of falling in love and how it must be truly magical when it happens for the first time and now that it’s finally happened you knew your hypothesis of the feeling was true.

You were persistent on having him and no one else.

The stubbornness of wanting him lead you to giving him his own backstage pass where you could finally meet him and see him face to face. You waited and conversed with the other fans that were blessed with your presence until the room was empty with just your staff and friends. The feeling of embarrassment and disappointment crept upon you until your body tingled with what you could only explain as your spidey senses tingling- you felt a presence behind you only to see the same cat like eyes staring back at you. He walked past you with the utmost confidence and a smile on his face. He said “hi” and just like that you both connected and got lost into each other’s world.

You didn’t realise you two were talking for about 2 hours until you got scolded for not even changing out of you performance clothes, not wanting to leave him hanging you slid him your hotel keycard hoping you’d see him later in a more private place to ‘talk’ more.

—

Now that you were in your room you finally had time to yourself to repost the posts and stories you were mentioned in before a knock on the door distracted you from your fan service. Expecting it to be your manager you quickly threw on a robe to cover up that you’re only wearing your underwear and tank top. Opening the door you found yourself smiling at the pleasant surprise,

“Hey” the stranger said scratching his neck avoiding your eye contact as hard as he could, “I hope I’m not intruding or anything-“

“No you’re all good don’t worry!” Your voice interrupted him before he could overthink his own presence. Once you let him inside your room you both exhaled a breath you didn’t realise you held in.

As he sat down giving you a funny look but remaining quiet. It seemed awkward enough so you decided to start some small talk to cut the tension.

“So, I know we talked for an hour but I don’t think you ever told me your name” you admitted, he hesitated before answering feeling a bit flustered that his favourite musician showed interest in him after brushing it off as him just being delulu,

“Oh I’m Jungwon, Yang Jungwon but you can call me won or anything I don’t mind” jungwon rambled finally looking up at your concentrated gaze.

“You have a really pretty name Jungwon” his name sounded smooth in your voice, satisfyingly rolling off your tongue like butter. Jungwon swore he’s never heard someone say his name so perfectly- it made him stomach churn.

“Has anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are?” You looked him up and down mentally noting how he played with his rings and looked away when he’s shy or flustered, it made you feel sick at how he’s doing the bare minimum but it’s still enough to make you feral.

“I hear it quite often actually, thank you” his politeness covered up for all the thoughts he had of how the the night was gonna go. The way you laughed put his mind at ease knowing you actually enjoyed his company. As you closed the door and sat on the bed you noticed his face turn away as a small scoff left his lips as you accidentally exposed yourself to him forgetting you were braless only in a small tank top and underwear. You felt embarrassed noticing how Won shifted uncomfortably on your sheets until you saw the real reason behind his discomfort. The poor boy was harder than a rock as his erection bulged proudly in his pants. He was such a pretty boy you wouldn’t mind indulging with him for a night or two since the sight of his hardened crotch made you subconsciously squeeze your legs.

It took every ounce of willpower to suppress your desire to fuck him on the spot but a lustful need consumed you. The idea of sex is exciting but you didn’t want to seem shallow and give jungwon the wrong idea of you only inviting him for s good quick fuck before you return to planning your next album, that’s not what you wanted at all. After talking for a couple hours with Won you actually felt interested and decided you wanted to know him more.

“It’s Uhm- it’s kinda late and I should get going” his nervous voice trembled trying to discreetly hide his hard on but you didn’t want to let him go,

“Stay, please?” You didn’t want to let the desperation to echo in your tone but you pathetically pleaded for him to stay.

He must have noticed your increasing lust for him so he came and sat closer than before, dropping his hand on your knee, his erection got noticeably bigger leaving nothing for you to fantasize about.

“Let me help you out Wonnie” your hand travelled up his thigh until it was dangerously close to his dick.

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” he couldn’t hold back a moan as your fingers grazed his crotch. He put his head down ashamed for letting himself act so impulsively.

“Can I taste you?” He buckled his hips into your touch letting you feel his rock hard bulge,

“I need you to touch me” After touching his groin area a couple times to tease him Jungwon obliged and rubbed himself on your hand slurring out slutty curses at the friction,

“What do you want to taste baby?”

“Please let me eat you out…”

“Then come here baby” Jungwon lifted his head when he felt you tug on his arm pulling him towards the edge the bed- eagerly going on his knees, fully ready to devour you.

Your jaw went weak as he began trailing kisses upon your thighs, sucking your inner thighs before getting bolder and kissing you over your panties. At first he slowly licked over the material covering your clit making sure you were comfortable with him touching you this way, tasting the wetness he caused. Once he got your full vocal consent Won placed a finger under the elastic fabric pulling your panties aside revealing your wet cunt- making his cock painfully twitch, you grew hotter under his touch allowing your moans to become louder once he dipped his tongue inside your hole, grazing against your sensitive numb with his nose. Jungwons breath hitched when you pulled on his hair finding out he found the pain erotically pleasurable.

“I want you inside me" you confessed as Jungwon lapped his tongue between your folds eating you like a starved man, the poor boy couldn’t wait any longer to ease the burden of his boner- taking pleasure just from tasting your sweet juices. His soft mewls filled your ears as he inserted his fingers to thrust into your pussy and taking a break from eating you out to breathe and leave tiny nibbles on your inner thighs. Finally getting up he noticed you shifting your attention to his needs, you pulled down his pants and underwear all in one go letting his cock spring out showing you the impressive length with precum leaking out from his pulsating red tip.

You cupped your hand around his girth gently caressing it with your thumb giving him goosebumps as you stroked up and down on his dick enjoying the power you possess over him. He closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip praying he won’t cum instantly.

You saw this a chance to get the upper hand by pushing him down to where you were before but this time laying him down on your messy sheets, you sped up your movements whilst tugging on his balls making him give out the most beautiful and throaty moans.

Jungwon loved every moment you took control over him- the way you managed to control his senses sent shockwaves throughout his body. Jungwon gasped out loud as you ran your fingers over his tip, pinching it ever so slightly.

"Please don’t tease I’ll be good" Jungwon almost shout begged thirsting his hips up into your palm,

"Beg for me" his pleading look drove you wild making you go faster and harder,

"Y-yes, please I'll do anything just let me fuck you!" He hyperventilated, serenading you with his filthy and desperate whimpers. Sensing he’s getting close Jungwon squirmed underneath you begging to have you fuck yourself and use him like a toy. You instantly let him go leaving jungwon to sulk at his ruined orgasm .Your hand travelled up his chest to his face softly caressing his cheek while staring him straight in the eye before sinking down on his cock, you smiled before whispering,

"Don't worry I'm not done with you yet." Feeling the painful stretch as you fully sat on his dick.

Jungwons eyes rolled back into the back of his head at the sensation of your warm and wet pussy gripping his dick. This is the closest to heaven he's been. Your breathing becomes rapid; he has an immediate sense that something is about to happen and his heart was racing thinking about how soon it will end, it just felt too good. But you surprisingly started going slower, grinding yourself back and forward riding him like a cowgirlleaving Jungwon desperate for more. You increased your speed again, barely managing to keep both yourself and him contained without busting. His eyes wide open and fixed on yours he begged for you to use him.

“Do you think you’re a good boy wonnie?”

“Yes! I swear I’m a good boy” he chanted

“Do you think you deserve to cum inside me?” You stupidly didn’t mind wether he came inside you or not since you were on the pill end he seemed like he was clean,

“Oh my god please can I cum inside you” won choked out feeling the same gut tightening fireworks in his abdomen. With only a few more bounces you let go, clenching down Jungwons hot throbbing cock until he spurted out all his load filling you up and making you reach your orgasm at the feelings of being filled up. You both collapsed onto the bed panting out of sheer exhaustion and mind numbing pleasure. You only secured your want for him hoping this isn’t the last time you see him.

—

“You’re so cute” you pecked his cheek resting your hand on his face before pulling back and placing a real and gentle kiss on his lips.

“You did so well for me too” you let out a genuine small laugh at the way he scrunched up his flustered face,

“Was this just a one time thing?” He asked hoping that his heart wouldn’t get broken by a one night stand,

“I hope not, I could get used to you mr Yang”

With those words Jungwon held you tighter wanting you to know he agreed with you, a weird but wonderful feeling crept up from the pit of his stomach finally acknowledging he bagged his celebrity crush.

A/N: idk how to feel about this, it took days to finish writing since I’m busy with college and work so I won’t be posting a lot but I hope you liked it <3

-Rinnie 💟

[limethefirst]

Hello! I have a request for movie shadow if your alright with it? Can we have one where maybe shadow saved the reader at gun when he escaped and after he visited the base he kept Maria's skates perhaps and then as he trusts the reader cleans them up and give them to them on the crab?🥹. Showing them how to use them and the two end up bonding even more over it, shadow in his head promising to protect them after and not let what happened to Maria happen to them. This just sounds so flipping cute I hope this request I'd okay. Thank youuuu🥰.

Skating Friends

pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

warnings: none

summary: After Shadow saves you from GUN during his escape he takes you along with him to visit the old base, stumbling upon a pair of skates he hadn't seen in a long time

a/n: did yall miss me, sorry i have so many requests this is gonna take me some time...i also want to drop a new story sometime maybe a DC one if life permits me, anyway sorry the requests take forever here you go see you all next time, tysm for keeping my blog relevant <3

Shadow didn't know why he brought you with him, he isn't the type to get close to people, at least not anymore. Yet here he was, walking through the old base, the lab, his home. Well, before it became a ruble of dust and broken pipes that gathered dust.

When Shadow first met you, he was shocked. You were being held at GUN against your will, trapped just like he was, it was part of the reason he kept you so close now. It was like he saw himself in you. Just some scared thing that had no choice in your own life, a slave to responsibility and ever droning duty.

You kept a safe distance between you and the hedgehog, he was solitary and it was easy to tell. He was slow as he walked through the dark and dusty corridor, like he wasn't all there. His min was else where, no matter how much he'd wish it wasn't. It was better to stay quiet when he was like this anyway.

Suddenly he stopped, his gaze was unwavering as he looked towards a pile of rocks that leaned against the cold wall. Quickly he made his way over, he was looking at something in the mess but you couldn't tell what yet. Quietly you moved a bit closer to him, following his line of sight until it landed on a pair of skates.

They were dirty and old. Like they'd been left behind, you gave Shadow a small look before putting your attention back on the skate he'd picked up. His brows furrowed as he held it in his hands, his gloved hands slightly tensing as he looked at the skates. A small huff escaped his lips as he put the skate back down and continued walking.

You stood there for a bit longer, watching as he walked off. A curious expression gracing your face. You didn't know exactly what Shadow went through, you'd heard bits and pieces, but it was easy to tell these skates meant something to him. As he was distracted you grabbed the skates on the ground, and shoved them into the small bag you had slung across your shoulders and quickly made your way back over to him. Following him again through the base.

As the day passed Shadow met with Gerald, a man who you came to learn was someone Shadow seemed to share deep rooted trauma with, and apparently that man had a grandson who was considerably just as intelligent as him. Both men as well as Shadow all made a plan to infiltrate GUN HQ and steal the keycard to an old plan that Gerald had some up.

Shadow not wanting to leave you behind, gestured for you to follow. So now here you were, onboard a strange crab like plane with 3 older men who seemed to have some strange thing going on and the resident hedgehog who kept to himself.

While you waited you went over to a quieter part of the Crab that would leave you unnoticed by everyone. Slowly you took out the skates that were still in your bag; you let out a small hum as you examined them. They were very old and very dirty, it even looked like they had stains but that just made you determined. This was going to be a long trip anyway might as well find something to do.

So while you all flew to London, you'd decided to try and refurbish the old skates. Sitting down in the corner you began to try and brush some of the dirt and dust away, clearly that didn't do much. So you quickly got up and grabbed some paper towels near the kitchen area of the Crab, dampening them slightly so that you could clean up the skates. You felt your arm getting sore from all the scrubbing that you had to do just to get all the gunk off.

The skates looked slightly better, you could actually see the color now. Blue, they were blue. Whoever owned them before had taste. You looked at the wheels, also cleaning them and taking out anything that would disrupt the skating process.

Shadow, noticing the lack of your presence behind him, turned around and tried to find where you'd gone before his eyes landed on a familiar sight. He's eyes scanned the skates, he noticed you trying to clean them. Unable to look away he made his way over to you in quick strides. You looked up at him and smiled at the hedgehog, one skate in your hand and the other still dirty on the ground.

He let out a small huff at the sight, it was oddly endearing, but it also brought back slight pain. Without hesitation Shadow grabbed the skate off the ground and from your hand before walking off without explanation. You sat there, mouth agape as he just grabbed the skates away from you.

Quickly you stood up, following behind him, "What are you doing?" You asked, trying to get a look of what he was doing with the skates.

"Here," he grumbled as he handed them back to you. They were clean, and the wheels turned fine, he had fixed them, "Put them on." He stated, leaving you no room to decline. Sitting down you took off your shoes and slipped the skates on, they fit well considering their age.

Shadow grabbed your arm, and helped you to your feet. He looked at the skates before looking back at you, "Keep them safe," although he tried to keep a cool demeanor it was easy to tell his voice softened as he addressed you about the skates. Clearly they held a lot of sentimental value for him yet he trusted you enough to have them.

"I can't skate, Shadow.." You stumbled a bit as you stood up, trying to keep your balance. He took notice of this and kept a safe distance as a way of making sure if you fell he'd help.

He thought for a moment before speaking up again, "I can show you then" He walked back slightly before he started to glide around a bit. His shoes seemed to have some type of wheels on them. Your eyes widened at this sudden revelation, not realizing he had his own skates this whole time. A subtle smile found it's way onto your lips before you tried to skate towards him, flailing your arms slightly to keep your balance. Shadow sighed at the sight, realizing he had his work cut out for him but you guys had a good amount of time before you reached London, which meant he could teach you.

Stone turned around from enviously watching the Robotnik's to look over at you two, his ears perking up at the sound of laughter that seemed to escape you. Shadow wouldn't admit that he was enjoying this, but then again he didn't need to. There was a small underlying understanding between you two.

And that was just fine.

[a-killer-obsession]

PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

Masterlist || AO3

PART 1/6 - LAY OF THE LAND

CW: None for this chapter, just R18 mentions of sex.

WC: ~3k

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

A/n: I'm vaguely setting this in my home country of NZ, based on a campsite I frequent, for entirely selfish purposes but also because it's easy to describe a place you've been to a million times. Anyway, when I mention forests those are the kinds I mean, no fear of a rogue bear or mountain lion ✌️

You pulled into the quiet campsite in the middle of nowhere as you did every year around this time. Set between large mountainous hills covered in dense forest, and boasting a pool heated naturally by nearby geothermal activity, the site was a popular, bustling location in the on season. You, however, enjoyed the off season, when it was quiet, almost entirely abandoned save for the grounds keeper and his dog, and a handful of long term residents, living out their retirements in quiet bliss in the RVs that lined the very back of the campgrounds. You parked your humble car in front of the office that was built alongside a small shop, usually selling entry and icecreams to locals who came here for the pools, but also held a selection of basics such as toilet paper and cup noodles for campers in desperate need of a grocery trip.

The gravel that lined the carpark crunched underfoot as you made your way to the wooden ramp that led to the office and store building, the whole complex no bigger than a shipping container. The eggy smell of sulphur from the nearby geothermal activity filled your nostrils, unpleasant at first but a smell you'd quickly get accustomed to as you always did. A bell rang as you opened the door, the older woman assigned to mind the store today hurrying out from out back, you could hear the TV she'd been watching as she came out front. This time of the year customers were nil to none, so the counters relied on bells for service, usually unmanned otherwise. The chances of someone stealing from the store while it was unoccupied were slim, but you could assume they had a camera set up to watch from a screen out back anyway.

“[Y/n]!” The old woman exclaimed, taking her seat behind the desk, “I was happy to see you on our books this morning”

“Can't miss my mid-year vacay, Marg,” you replied with a smile, pulling out your wallet and leaning against the desk. You'd been coming here for years, and Margie had worked here for just as long. “What do I owe ya?”

“Minus the deposit you already paid, that'll be $65 sweetheart,” she smiled, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard at a snail pace as she worked on printing a receipt. You handed her the cash and the til made a clunk as the drawer popped open, Marg replacing your four twenty dollar notes with a five and a ten and handing them back to you. You slipped them back into your wallet and she handed you a keycard for the gate that kept pool visitors and strangers out of the campgrounds. Well, their cars anyway, they could absolutely just walk around it.

“Usual spot sweetheart, I'm sure you don't need a map,” she stood to return to her back room. She was definitely getting older, and standing was clearly more difficult for her than it had been in previous years. You'd be sad the year you came to camp and weren't greeted by her friendly face

You thanked her and made your exit, getting back into your car and making sure to roll down your window. You slowly made the short distance to the card receiver, leaning out your window a little to hold the card against it. A small light flashed green and the metal arm creaked as it began to raise. Your car was small, so you didn't have to wait for it to raise completely before you were passing underneath it and navigating the familiar gravel roads to your favourite spot. There were no additional parking spots at each spot, you were expected to either park on them or leave your car in front of the office, so you pulled onto the grass alongside the road between the brick lines that marked the boundary of your spot.

Your usual spot was close to the middle of the grounds, directly across from the communal kitchen building, and just a thirty second walk from the main toilet and shower block. There were other, smaller toilet blocks scattered around the grounds, but this was the only one that featured showers and laundry. The kitchen building was also just a nice place to hang out, having a semi covered outdoor area framed by benches, one of the only places other than your own rented spot where you were allowed to drink alcohol, so it was a great place to meet other campers. At first glance, anyone would think a lone woman coming to a campground on the off season was here for peace and quiet. On the contrary, you found during the busy season there were usually far too many large families and happy couples. The off season was for singles, and you were here for one thing and one thing only: sex with strangers.

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you were here to spend time alone, always turning down offers from friends to join you. At first, that had been the case. A spontaneous camping trip in the middle of the year to cool down after a particularly stressful project at work finally wrapped up. But you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger. The campsite being so empty also made for additional excitement, after many years here you'd had sex in or on most of the campground's amenities. The kitchen, the pool, the showers, on top of a laundry machine. It was an excitement you struggled to find in the big city you came from, without wasting money on a hotel room there was no good way to have sex with a stranger without being caught and without them knowing where you lived and getting attached, because like hell were you going to a strange man's house on your own.

You quickly set about working on your tent, pulling item after item from the back of your car and setting up with well practised speed. Soon you were closing the car boot and admiring your work. A decently sized, two chambered tent - the first chamber holding your cooler and a small fold down table for prepping a quick snack at night. The kitchens had multiple large fridges available for use, but you liked to keep your beer and soda in an ice bath in your tent for easy access. Every morning and evening you would go to the small camp store and buy a bag of ice, but for now the cooler was empty. The second chamber was larger and held most of your belongings, as well as a queen sized, double layered, inflatable mattress, already set with comfortable bedding. You even had a small fold down side table and camping lamp, which had a handle for late night toilet visits, and you'd run an extension cable from the site provided power you'd paid extra for, to your side table, so you could charge your phone and laptop from the bed. There was no internet here, and barely any phone signal, but you'd downloaded plenty of movies, tv shows and e-books before leaving home, as well as bringing a handful of actual novels, a switch console and drawing supplies. You weren't a fantastic artist by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a hobby you enjoyed and liked to practise anyway.

Outside your tent you'd also set up a small gazebo, after your first few years you'd gotten sick of being trapped inside the tent whenever it rained, and it also provided shelter for a large trestle table and tabletop barbecue so you could grill regardless of the rain. There were also a few collapsible chairs under the gazebo, a larger reclining one where you spent most of your time, and a smaller more basic one in case you had a guest. Aka another camper you intended to, or hand already fucked.

Satisfied with your setup, you took a quick break to check your phone and let your friends know you'd made it safe and sound, before climbing back in your car and heading to the grocery store in the small nearby town. The town was about a twenty minute drive away, a small oceanside tourist town that was mostly a pass through for those heading to a nearby famous beach, or to board boats or small privately run helicopters for whale and dolphin watching. You'd never bothered with the tourist traps, but you had once or twice hit the beach when you'd come during the on season with friends.

Thriving on local tourism, the town was humble compared to the city you'd come from, but large enough to have two supermarkets and a decent size home goods store, as well as a long stretch of boutiques and cafes. You head to your favourite supermarket, pulling into the half full car park and heading inside. You pulled up your list on your phone as you approached the doors, grabbing a trolley and setting about your shopping. Food for several days, beer, condoms, all very important. A novel that caught your eye, some trashy magazines, snacks for late night movies. A comically large cucumber caught your eye, and you snapped a pic to send to your friends with the caption ‘finally found a boyfriend 🥒💦’

Everything on your list gathered, you headed for the checkouts. A big, noisy, red ute pulled into the carpark as you started loading your groceries into the reusable totes you kept in the back of your car. It parked nearby and four fucking massive men jumped out, shoving each other and laughing boisterously. Definitely not locals by the looks of it, the back of the ute loaded up with what looked like camping equipment, tied down with straps and a piece of blue tarpaulin that didn't cover everything. You wondered if they'd be staying at the same grounds as you, it was the most well known in the area given its pool that was free use for the campers and the nearby hiking trail that offered incredible views of the entire area all the way out to the ocean. You licked your lips at their beefy builds, a girl could certainly dream, any of them would make a fine target for your sexual escapades.

The red haired one among them wolf whistled as he passed by, as you bent over the boot of your car to reach an extra tote that had fallen under a seat. You turned back to him, a hand on your hip, and winked playfully. He blushed, clearly not having expected that reaction, and his friends whooped and smacked him playfully. The group followed behind the redhead who was fleeing as fast as he could, and you continued packing away your groceries and returned your trolley before heading back to camp.

When you got back you unpacked everything, putting your chillables in the provided fridges, your name written in clear black marker over each package, and filled your cooler with the bag of ice you'd grabbed from the camp store on your way in before putting your beer and soda in to chill. The food that didn't need refrigeration was stored in your tent in a small latchable plastic box to keep any rodents away. All done with your chores, you ate a quick lunch of some pre-made food you'd grabbed at the supermarket, and decided to hit up the pool.

You made your way back up the gravel path from the pool, slide on sandals on your feet and a towel wrapped around your body. You were still in your bikini, your wet hair sending droplets of fresh water from the rinsing shower down your body. You watched a bird native to the area fly overhead before the sound of boisterous laughter caught your attention. Usually, at this time of the year, campsite guests would pick locations far away from each other, most people came here this time of the year to be alone. The grounds were arranged in blocks, each block holding ten or twelve sites, split with half to one road and half to another. There were a good amount of blocks, the grounds could probably accommodate a good couple hundred people at its peak, though right now you could only see three other tents far from yours.

You could hear the group before you spotted their red ute, the same one from the grocery store, obscured by your own setup until you got closer. They'd rented what looked like multiple sites right next to yours. Usually, you would be annoyed, but being that they were all so delicious you were delighted. This was going to be a successful holiday indeed.

The group was made up of four large men. There was the redhead who had whistled at you, he looked to be the youngest of the group, as wide as he was tall with a thick scar that ran down his face, giving him a natural bad boy appearance. He was soft looking, but in a strong, could definitely throw you over his shoulder sort of way, like a boxer. You noticed now that he was missing his left arm, it must have been facing away from you at the store. He wore eyeliner, which you noticed now they all did, along with a vibrant red lipstick that matched his hair. He looked very punk in dark ripped jeans and a leather vest he wore open, showing the scar that ran over his torso, along with a big fuck-off belt buckle and multiple silver chains hanging from his belt. The nails on his one hand were painted a darker red, and he had a black fabric headband holding back his wild hair.

Next was the shortest of the group, though certainly not short by normal standards. Dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, his impressive blond hair went all the way to his hips. His sharp featured face was partially obscured by messy straight bangs and a fluffy goatee, his lips painted purple as he flashed a bright toothy smile at the redhead.

The other two both dressed in a punk aesthetic much like the redhead, two slightly older men with impressive heights, one of them towering above all four of them. The shorter man had pale blue hair set in dreads, his face covered in unusual scars and thorn like tattoos wrapping around his neck and down his arms. The taller hid his hair under a black hoodie, but you could see pointed sideburns peeking out under them. He looked deliciously muscular under the tight netting shirt he wore.

The four of them were going about their setup, four separate single chamber tents laid out on the ground to sort their positions while the blond and tall one carried an excessive amount of grocery bags to the shared kitchen. It was just as well there was hardly anyone at the camp, they'd need a whole fridge on their own with that much food. Deciding to make your intentions clear as soon as possible, you laid a towel over your reclining chair and grabbed a beer, relaxing in your bikini that showed off your fit body. The redhead was quick to notice, and you tilted your sunglasses to wink at him. He realised why he recognized you and you heard him swear and scurry away. Cute.

You watched their entire setup process hungrily, watching their muscles flex as they unloaded the ute and set things in place. The redhead was no help with the tents, so he worked on setting up smaller things like their large barbecue and chairs while the other three got the tents erected. You couldn't help but notice that they hadn't brought a gazebo, they must be newbies. Hopefully the weather would be fine for however long they were staying, you hoped for more than one day, and given the amount of food they had you would guess at least three.

All of them eventually took notice of you, catching sly glances where they could. The blond one seemed the most confident, openly flexing and showing off, flashing you wide grins that you eagerly returned. Oh you would definitely be climbing that tree. The redhead continued to act shy, doing things that were clearly to show of his strength but refusing to meet your eye. The bluenette gave you kind looking smiles, and the tall one looked at you with suspicion, which you always responded to by changing which leg was crossed over the other, giving him a full view of your barely clothed centre. It didn't seem to phase him though, curious.

Your phone pinged at some point and you checked it, starting a conversation with your bestie about your current view. She was the only person who knew the real reason you took these holidays. You snapped a quick, sneaky pic of the four men as they set up.

You: [one attachment] You: finally found a boyfriend 🥒💦 Bestie: LMAO finally a man that can satisfy You: might have found a few more of those Bestie: yeah? Good huntin? 👀 You: new neighbours You: [one attachment] Bestie: fuck me Bestie: or rather, fuck you, hopefully You: the blond one is giving me eyes for sure Bestie: yeah? You layin down that charm girlie You: lets just say i just got back from the pool, and im enjoying a nice beer on my recliner 👙 Bestie: yes queen! Give them a good look at that meal, they're gonna be eatin you up in no time! You: fingers crossed 🤞 you know im in dire need of a good fuck, heres hoping they're not all just a gay polycule, that'd be just my luck Bestie: well it sounds like at least the blond is dtf You: hes got a cute ass smile, cant wait to ride it 🤠 Bestie: girl you are nasty! 😂 Go get that dick queen 🍆 ttyl, ily! You: luv u!

You put down your phone and finished your beer, deciding you'd laid around for long enough and it was probably time to get started on dinner. It was already late in the day, if you were going to attract any of the boys it likely wouldn't be today, you needed the novelty of camping to wear off for them before they came sniffing around for more excitement. Not to mention you were tired from driving all morning and setting up. You pulled a few things from the kitchen, carrying them back on one of your plastic camping plates, and grilled yourself a steak while you scooped a few premade deli salads onto your plate. You enjoyed your meal while reading your new book, noting the smell of meat in the air and the sounds of sizzling and beer cans opening nearby as your neighbours settled in for their own dinner.

When it got too dark to read you took your dishes to the kitchen to wash them, grabbed your toiletries from your tent, and took a quick shower. The weather was warm enough to make the short walk in your nightie, so you strutted back to your tent with your legs and cleavage on proud display, your nipples pert under the satin night dress which was trimmed with thick lace, hanging from your shoulders by delicate spaghetti straps. You'd never have walked around in public like this if you had neighbours you weren't trying to fuck, but you were more than happy for the boys to look at you, and look they did. You gave them a short wave before you entered your tent, grabbing a new beer and your laptop and settling in to watch a movie.

[NEXT PART]

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Things Arc Has Done so Far

Arc rapid-fire angrily texted the admin of a site he does not know for putting his photograph up without his permission (this is the only valid thing he has done in the entire show so far).

When the admin wasn't quick enough to take it down, Arc then sent a photograph of him flipping them off with full view of the middle finger (valid, but give the admin a second mate).

His response to Arm spraying water all over his face was to fall in love with him even more (fine, I am not going to kink-shame). He even allowed this guy to wipe off his face for a bit despite his scary and elusive exterior.

As soon as it was suggested Arm was cold, Arc made an excuse to go to the bathroom so he could give his jacket to Arm. He did this by throwing his jacket in Arm's face.

After Arm offered his jacket back, Arc told him to keep it so Arm could have some pre-relationship boyfriend clothes. Arc did this by claiming he doesn't wear anything after anyone and he couldn't stand Arm's perfume.

He routinely drives Arm around, even though he was asked to do it roughly three times (the first time he outright rejected). One of those instances was driving him to and from the hospital after Arm embarrassed himself on stage, so Arc has interesting taste.

After Arm remarks Arc wouldn't want his perfume to stink up his [Arc] car, Arc responds by very blatantly sniffing Arm in public. He does all of this to prove that Arm wasn't wearing any perfume, so he was free to get in his car.

He told Arm to find the site admin (which is Arm) as a return favor for a car ride, which is a very disproportionate return favor and yanked on Arm's tie to pull him closer.

As soon as Arc returned to his condo, he demanded his friends give him their keycards back because he doesn't want to be cock-blocked in the future. Arc has only interacted with Arm three times at this point.

Side Note: It is not canon in the show, but the previous point leads me to believe Arc has masturbated off-camera at least once during the first episode.

Arc showed up the next day, unprompted, to drive Arm (+ his friends) to campus.

Arc, presumably, made Arm sit in the passenger seat, even though backseats are made to hold at least three people and Arm and his friends are a total of three people.

Arc left the food and drinks his football fans gifted him to go and get food at the resident cafeteria so he could bother Arm. In order to do this, he missed the second half of a football game to all of his friends confusion.

Side Note: Does he have Arm's schedule memorized? Though, as a fellow engineering student he probably is going off his first-year schedule if it is all gen eds and base courses (of course, Thailand's university system is probably different than the States).

Arc paid for Arm's drink (and presumably food) unprompted. When asked why, he called Arm a dog (fine, if that is what you are into).

Arc walked away after stealing Arm's drink to ensure Arm would have to follow and sit by him. To keep Arm with him, he made it a stipulation he would not accept a random girl's friend request if Arm left.

Arc fed Arm food with a spoon.

Arc took Arm's phone, unlocked it with Arm's face identification, and called one of his friends so Arm could say he was leaving on his own and Arc could monopolize his time.

Whatever the fuck the dorm scene was.

Instead of taking a shower in the football field showers or at his condo, Arc decided he wanted to take a shower at Arm's dorm.

While taking his shower at Arm's dorm, Arc asked Arm if he could use his shower gel. Despite, you know, all the previous scenes of him complaining about Arm's smell and blatantly sniffing him public.

After taking said shower and using said shower gel, Arc walked out of the shower, half-naked, with only a towel around his waist in a dorm that was not his infront of his gracious host [Arm] without the permission of his gracious host or his gracious host's roommate.

Instead of answering Arm's question of where his shirt was, Arc answered by figuring out which bed was Arm's and lounging across that bed like a slutty self-satisfied cat.

After Arm accidentally fell onto Arc and tried to pull-away, Arc pulled him closer to him in a generally romantic way.

Then, Arc flips them over so Arm is on his back and leans in real close while confessing he doesn't want to mess with anyone else.

Arc appears to sniff Arm again.

Finally, Arc watched Arm walk away with his eyes firmly on his ass (you cannot convince me Arc was not staring at Arm's ass).

I need to remind everyone this is only episode one.

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Power Play// Chapter Five // Hockey!player AU

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV. 

Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Sarah's POV

My heart is pounding in my ears as I'm pressed up against the wall, desperately trying to swipe my keycard while his mouth devours my neck. He bites a sensitive piece of my skin and I almost drop the keycard, barely saving it between my fingers. His hips grind into me, my dress riding up as I start to slip out of my heels. Every nerve in my body is electrified, desire coursing through my veins. I can't get the door open fast enough. The door's lock finally clicks open and the buzz of freedom rings in my ears. Unable to contain myself, I push down on the handle with eager force, spilling us into the room in a heated tangle of limbs. We stumble into the hotel room in a frenzy, his hands already roaming my body as he kicks the door closed behind us. Our lips crash together in a fiery kiss that steals my breath away. I tear at his shirt buttons impatiently while his fingers explore my thighs, inching my dress higher. 

Everything tingles as he touches me, heat pooling low in my belly. I break the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt off and run my hands over his toned chest before claiming his lips once more. He presses me back against the wall, his hard body flush against mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning softly as I feel his cock press into me. His hands grip my hips roughly as he grinds against me. Arching into him, nails raking down his back. Every cell in my body is screaming for him. I've never wanted someone so badly.

My purse and keys tumble to the floor, barely hearing them land over the pounding of my heart. My arms wrap tight around his strong shoulders and he bends down, gripping my thighs to hoist me up. I cling to him desperately, legs locked around his waist, as he carries me effortlessly like a koala toward the bed. His confident stride and the warmth of his body pressed against mine makes my head spin with desire. I run my hands through his thick hair and lean in to kiss his neck as he lowers me onto the soft mattress. 

My fingers are mesmerized as they trail the intricate black ink etched into his tanned skin, following the curves and lines of the elaborate tattoos that covered his muscular body. Starting at his broad shoulders, the dark designs swirling down his strong back and wrapping around to his chiseled chest before extending up his thick neck. He was absolutely covered in mesmerizing artwork, and I was enthralled, my eyes hungrily taking in every detail.

"Like what you see, little fox?" he teased, his deep voice rumbling with amusement as he noticed my captivation. I glanced up to meet his intense gaze, my eyes locking with his.

"Little fox?" I questioned in confusion, trying unsuccessfully to tilt my head as I pondered this new nickname. But with my long hair pinned underneath me, I couldn't quite achieve the right angle. Noticing my struggle, he gently pulled a lock of my ombre hair free, holding the red-to-white balayage strands out in front of me.

"Little fox," he murmured again, a smile playing on his lips as he twirled the platinum-tipped lock between his fingers. "My little fox." the words quietly ghosting over my cheek.

"This is so wrong," I whisper breathlessly as he leans in, his face mere inches from mine. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as his strong hands grasp my thigh, hoisting my leg around his waist. I feel the fabric of his slacks scrape against my bare skin as he kneels onto the bed, positioning himself between my trembling legs. His cock presses insistently against my entrance, hungry and wanting, ready to claim me. I know I should stop this, but my traitorous body arches into him, aching for more of his touch.

 His lips brush mine in a feather-light caress, sending tingles of electricity along my spine. "Then tell me what you like, let me make it right," he murmurs, his husky voice dripping with desire. 

His face dips low, his mouth hot next to my right ear, “Do you like to be fucked first?”  I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he whispers sensually in my ear, his lips brushing against me. Kissing my cheek he moves over to my left, “Or do you like to be eaten first?” his tongue flicking at my earlobe. I'm torn, both sound incredible. As his tongue dances along my earlobe, I let out a soft moan, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.

As his fingers trail down my stomach, I gasp, arching into him. He chuckles low in his throat, clearly enjoying teasing me. I want him, all of him. 

"I-I-I want it all," I pant feeling his lips kiss down the side of my neck, his teeth just barely grazing my skin. His hands are sliding my dress up my hips, bunching the fabric under my breasts, a chill hitting the damp spot of my lace panties. His touch electric, palms gliding over my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arched into him, desperate for more. He was like a man possessed, hands roaming greedily, stroking and caressing every inch he could reach. His hungry lips trailed fire across my skin as he explored me with an urgent passion, his warm palms spreading heat everywhere they touched. I was lost in sensation, drowning in the feel of his hands and mouth worshiping my body. My nerves were alive, hypersensitive to his electrifying caresses. I wanted all of him, needed him to quench the aching desire he had sparked deep inside me. 

"Dealers choice then," his words are breathy and tickle the top of my breasts as he trails down to the exposed part of my chest, my hands instinctively grabbing at the sides of his face holding him firmly as he starts to move his lips down my sternum.

The red dress I was wearing is suddenly gone, his mouth dropping open immediately closing over my right breast. I gasp as he takes my tight pink nipple into his warm mouth, sucking it hard enough to make my knees weak. My chest heaves up and down as his growls vibrate through my sensitive skin. My sigh of pure pleasure made him moan into my tender flesh. Finding his rhythm, he released my aching breast and moved lower, reaching my lace panties. He wasted no time pulling them down my legs with eager hands.

“So wet,” his voice rumbled, “I’m gonna fucking wreck you.'' The possession and determination in his words has me whimpering, grabbing the pure white comforter in anticipation. Stepping off the bed, he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the very edge, throwing my knees over his broad shoulders as his handsome face drops between my trembling thighs. Using his thumbs, he gently spread my lips open before slowly licking up my slick, sensitive folds. My body lurched up in response to his expert touch, and he smiled in satisfaction against me as he languidly lapped at my aching heat.

I’m trembling uncontrollably as Noah's tongue flicked and swirled expertly between my thighs, sending intense waves of pleasure radiating through my core. I couldn't hold back the breathy, desperate moans escaping my parted lips, urging him to keep going, to push me over the edge. My fingers tangled almost painfully in his dark, silky hair, pulling him impossibly closer as I shamelessly grind my hips against his mouth. He grips my thighs firmly, spreading my legs wider, devouring me hungrily like a man starved.

"Noah," I moan wantonly, feeling that sweet, torturous release building within me. "Right there, please don't stop!" I was begging, I don’t ever beg, every inch of my skin burning with need. His low, primal growl sends delicious vibrations straight through my aching center, ramping up the mind-numbing pleasure. When his pace quickened, flicking relentlessly with his talented tongue, I lost all semblance of control, crying out his name in ecstasy as I came undone around him.

My thighs clamp around his head in a futile attempt to stall his tongue, but he is determined to push me over the edge once more. My entire body trembles uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through me. "Please..." I beg, barely able to form the words, "I need you inside me now."

Noah stands up slowly, his intense gaze never leaving mine. I see his chin glistening in the low fluorescent lights, his tongue darting out to lick around his lips; the whole sight made my thighs clench together hard. As he unbuckles his belt the  sliding sound of leather through the loops screaming off the walls as he lets his pants and boxers fall to the floor in one motion. His cock springs free, completely naked in front of me. I can see the rest of his body as toned and tattooed as the rest of his muscular form. I yearned to feel him fill me up completely. I move back on the bed, but quick as a fox he grabs my ankle and tugs me to the edge, lifting me effortlessly into his strong arms. In one smooth motion he spins us around and presses my back against the wall by the nightstand, desire burning in his eyes. He lifts my leg, placing my foot on the small chest and nudging the lamp aside.

"You'll need to stay balanced," he purred with a playful wink. Gripping himself firmly, he lines up with my entrance, sliding his swollen head over my sensitive nub before driving himself into me in one powerful stroke. I cry out as he fills me to the hilt, our bodies joining together.

His strong hands grip my thighs firmly as he holds me pinned against the wall, his hips driving into me relentlessly. My mind was lost in a haze of desire, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. Each powerful thrust filled me completely, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made my back arch and toes curl. I clung to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his muscular shoulders, nails digging into his skin. My cries and whimpers echoed through the room, intermixed with his own grunts of pleasure. I could feel the pressure building with each plunge of his cock, the fire in my core burning hotter and hotter. 

"Yes, please," I begged breathlessly, urging him on, desperate for the release my body craved. His voice was rough in my ear as he responded, growling those words - "That's it little fox, make those sweet noises for me." 

Noah’s POV

My little fox is mine. All mine. The voice in my head that tells me this is a bad idea, that coach is gonna find out, that i’m gonna be benched for the whole fucking season-I locked him away when I kissed her at the bar. He can fuck off. 

Tonight. She’s mine. 

My thighs push and my ass clenches as I drive my cock deeper into her, she’s soaking the inside of her thighs and it’s covering me starting to drip down my legs, all of it dirty and filthy and I want more. 

She is crying out and panting in my ear, her hands are everywhere, she gives a good scream and stills, her walls clench around me and I smile. 

“That’s it, such a good girl.” I praise her as her forehead drops to rest on my shoulder. I take her in my arms, dropping her again on the bed, her hair fans out around her until I take her legs and flip her on her stomach. She already knows what I want, crawling up to her hands and knees for me. I kneel down on the bed spreading her legs open fitting perfectly between them, her back arching and ass pressing into me. It’s so beautiful. 

“Tell me, little fox, do you want me to wreck you?” I lean forward folding myself over her as I whisper into her ear. She whimpers in response. I don’t know if it’s to what I said or the fact that my fingers are currently playing with her clit. “Use your words, baby,” 

The tension between us is palpable as she flips her silky hair over her shoulder, glancing back at me with desire in her eyes. "Wreck me, I fucking know you can," she purrs, her voice dripping with lust. 

Unable to resist, I firmly slapped her round ass and positioned myself behind her, ready to fulfill her request. Just as I was about to plunge balls deep in her, a thought dawned on me that made my heart sink. "Fuck," I muttered, pulling away abruptly. Confused, she sat up on her knees, using the sheets to cover her perfect body like I was suddenly offended by her being naked.

 "What?" she asked, her flushed cheeks turning pink with embarrassment, as if my hesitation was a rejection of her. I sighed, cursing myself for not thinking ahead.

 "I don't have a condom," I admitted regretfully. Her face softened into an understanding smile as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

 "Do you have a disease or something?" she giggled playfully. I bristled slightly at the insinuation. 

"No, I just don't want any surprises down the road," I explained. Though I'd been with a few puck bunnies, I always played it safe and got tested regularly. But I wasn't ready for the responsibility of fatherhood yet. 

"Well lucky for you, I'm not looking to get knocked up either," she teased, pointing to her birth control implant resting in her arm. Relief washed over me, knowing we were on the same page. I smiled and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, ready to pick up where we left off.

I press her body firmly into the mattress, folding her in half so she is presented to me like my favorite Christmas present. I press my knees between her ankles spreading her open as I drive myself into her again, feeling the familiar and deep stretch of her pussy around me. My hands grab her hips for stability as I thrust but it’s not enough, I’m not getting deep enough. I want more. 

“oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck let me see that pretty face, let me see you while you take that dick.” I leaned over her body taking her face by the cheeks turning her head so she was glancing at me from over her shoulder. “Fuck yeah, look at you. So, pretty.” I watched her pretty eyes roll back in her head as I repositioned on my knees to continue pounding into her.

I wrap her hair in my hands like a ponytail, watching her back dip as I pull her head toward me. Her body lifts off the bed, my other arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her against my chest. With my hand still entwined in her hair, I tilt her neck, my lips and teeth leaving soft purple marks over her skin.

The grip I had on her hair loosens, my fingers are stiff from holding onto her strands so tight. I let the digits relax before sliding my hands around the front of her body, cupping her breast as I circle my thumbs over her pert nipples that instantly harden to my touch. Her body is begging for me. To be broken by me. Rolling her puckered buds between my thumb and forefinger, I give them a good pinch. She shrieks and rocks back onto me in time with each thrust. 

“Noah,” her whines and the way my name comes out in that soft way makes everything in me twitch with need. I snake my hand up between her breasts and rest my fingers around her throat, testing the waters. She leans into my touch as I squeeze slightly, not to cut off the airway. My free hand slides between her thighs to their intended target. She fucks herself against me as my fingers continue their assault on her sensitive clit. 

“I’m almost there, baby. I got you.” Her body seizes and rolls back against my chest as I grip her tight, folding her in half so she falls forward on her palms. I fuck her through the aftershock, my thrusts becoming sporadic as I pump her full of my cum until its dripping down her thick thighs.

Sarah's POV

It hasn't even been a week, but with the chaos of three more away games and now a home game tonight, my head has hardly been able to process everything. Correction - I have processed it all with Melissa and she has been encouraging me every step of the way. Noah hasn't even looked at me once since that night. It's probably for the best that way, what with my dad being around at the games and practices. I know dad would freak out if he had any clue about what happened between me and Noah. He's always been overprotective. Still, it hurts not having Noah even acknowledge my existence. Now there's just cold indifference - like I'm no one to him anymore. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he wants to pretend it never happened. Most guys would probably react the same way. But that doesn't make it sting any less. Every time I glance hopefully in Noah's direction and am met with averted eyes, it's like a knife twisting in my heart.

The boys are on the ice warming up and I'm against the glass watching each players' moves with precision eyes. The last game Dominick subbed and took a hard hit to the legs, he was limping off the ice, but it was better in a few days later. As he skates around pushing his blades hard on the ice to come to a stop I watch to make sure he isn't favoring that knee. I notice his stride is strong and even, no hitch or stutter as he circles around the net. His crossover is smooth, knee bending deeply, weight shifting perfectly from leg to leg. A good sign his knee has healed. While my eyes watch Dominick's recovering form, Noah crosses into my vision and I'm distracted. Noah is a force on the ice, aggressive and fast, but sometimes too reckless. As he winds up and fires off a blistering slapshot I wince, hoping he doesn't injure himself or a teammate. The puck rockets into the top corner of the net, the loud ping echoing through the rink. Noah circles back, pumping his fist, eyes blazing with that fierce intensity he brings to every game. I know I should keep evaluating Dominick's knee, but I can't draw my eyes away from Noah's powerful strides and coiled energy.

Noah glides effortlessly across the ice, his helmet removed to reveal his soft brown locks flowing in the cool arena air. With an energetic grin spread wide across his flushed cheeks, he playfully bumps into his teammate Ruffilo, showing his lighthearted spirit. Noah's inner child emerges as he begins spinning and twirling across the slick surface, his lithe body sweeping into tight circles like a spinning top. His joyful energy is infectious, yet cuts deeply into my heart, worsening the gnawing ache I've felt since we parted ways. I force myself to shake off the pain as I refocus my gaze on the goal net, where Sanders is loudly screwing around.

Sanchez, Pierce, and Karlsson relentlessly hammer Sanders's knees with their hockey sticks, playfully shrieking as they jab at him in an attempt to poke their pucks past his sprawled legs and into the net behind him. Sanders laughs as he withstands the assault on his knees, trying his best to block the pucks despite the barrage of sticks poking into his joints. Eventually, the three give up their attack, grabbing their pucks as they circle around, chuckling at their failed goal attempts. Sanders, relieved, rises back to his feet and glides around the perimeter of the net, catching his breath. He sees Karlsson making another approach, stickhandling a puck as he winds up for a slapshot.

"Here comes six-two, I think he will get it through," Sanders chants mockingly, Karlsson leans into the shot, striking the puck with all his might and sending it careening towards the top corner of the net. But Sanders is ready,snagging the puck from mid-air with a dramatic flourish of his glove. "Oh, look what I got," he crows, waving the trapped puck teasingly at the frustrated Karlsson. 

Karlsson shakes his head in frustration as he flies around the net, stickhandling the puck but unable to find an opening to shoot through the impenetrable wall of Sanders' pads and blocker. Sanders nonchalantly tosses the practice puck out of his glove as he resets his focus on his teammates lined up for shooting drills. Pierce comes swooping in, faking left then cutting right as he winds up for a blistering slapshot. Sanders effortlessly crouches, trapping the puck between his pads with a satisfying smack.

"Fuck you, Sandy," Pierce teases as he playfully taps Sanders on his goalie mask with the blade of his stick.

"Your dick's gotta be bigger than your stick for me to ride it," Sanders retorts with a chuckle. Pierce rolls his eyes and turns away from the net, a wry smile crossing his face. "But I'm always willing to pitch instead! Love ya, Eric!" Their friendly trash talk echoes over the ice as the team continues honing their skills during practice. 

The buzzer sounds concluding warm ups and I make my way back to my spot by the team bench. The game soon starts as the Gladiators take their positions. It’s several uneventful periods, a few penalties, a couple points on both sides. But I watch closely, the gladiators tend to be ruthless when the chips are down, now that we are coming close to time I’m seeing them start to push and hit with more force. As the game clock winds down, the intensity on the ice ramps up. The Gladiators, known for their aggressive and hard-hitting style of play, seem to hit another gear. They forecheck ferociously, finish every check, and battle furiously for every loose puck. Their hits echo through the arena as bodies crash against the boards. The referee's whistle pierces the air frequently now as tempers flare and penalties mount. The Gladiators' frustration boils over as they try desperately to tie the game up before time expires. Sticks slam, gloves get dropped, and punches are thrown as scrums break out after nearly every whistle. The fans are on their feet, living and dying with every big hit and scoring chance. My heart pounds with excitement but also concern as I watch my teammates get rocked again and again.

It all happens like a car accident. The team is on the ice, defense by the goal as our offense attempts to retrieve the puck. There is a golden opportunity, and I see Noah charge forward for the puck. He doesn’t see it; I don’t think any of us did. Boswell charges from his blind spot, slamming into Noah’s right arm so hard Noah is bulldozed over Boswell, landing on the ice directly on his shoulder. The sickening crunch of shoulder meeting ice echoes through the sudden silence of the rink. In an instant, the momentum of the game comes to a screeching halt as all eyes turn to Noah writhing in pain on the ice.

[timeregistry]

A Human's Touch (p.AI.nter x Reader) | Chapter 8

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Notes: Double post today, merry christmas!

As promised, Sebastian was in your office.

His expression was tense yet focused. So focused that he didn’t even notice you come in the room.

Next to him, there was a stack of documents, how fast was he reading these?

“I got you the part you wanted.” You broke the silence, he looked up with wide eyes only to relax immediately seeing how it was you. Gently, you put the part on your desk, motioning with your now free hand at the stack of documents. “What’s up with these?”

“Do you need a specific keycard to open some of these?”

“No, not always,” you answered immediately, “why?”

“Even those in Heavy Containment?”

“... Some… Why are you asking me this?”

Sebastian put the document in his hands down. Z-367, Pandemonium. Why was he reading that document? “No reason.”

You crossed your arms, “I think I deserve to know as I gave you the answers easily.”

Sebastian has been extremely secretive recently, he hasn’t been telling you much and would vanish quite often. To say it hurt you a bit how you haven’t been talking as much as you have other times bothered you. But what bothered you the most was how he looked that something bothered him greatly and he wouldn’t tell you.

It hurt you, as his friend, to see him act this way.

“Please don’t do this to me doc’.” Sebastian would pinch the bridge of his nose. “I can’t… I shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what? Sebastian, I’m worried for you…” He would press his lips in a thin line as he looked to the side. “You’ve been strong this whole time, even treating Painter so gently but I know there’s something on your mind… You don’t have to shoulder this alone.”

Sebastian’s ear fins would pin to his head as if a cat, his body deflating as he heard your words, a whisper escaping his lips. “They might hear us…”

It felt like your conversation from just a couple of hours prior was repeating, only that this time you just wanted to tell him that Urbanshade wasn’t listening yet there was a little voice in your mind that told you otherwise.

With a sigh, you looked over at your desk. Perhaps it was time to check around the room again.

Leaving Sebastian alone, you looked around your desk. Inside the drawers, under the table and chairs, unplugged any device you had. You grabbed your laptop and put it inside a bag, stuffing your phone and any other electronic devices in it.

Sebastian stared at you as you left the room with the bag, his expression still glum. Only to perk up slightly at seeing you come back—this time without the bag.

“Now they won’t.” You brought your arms up, turning around in place as you turned your pockets out. “I removed everything that should be able to hear us. Here’s to hoping no one steals my stuff.”

You smiled lightly at Sebastian but he only blinked at you, he was stupefied. “Your stuff is getting stolen.”

“Don’t jinx it!”

Sebastian seemed to smile slightly at the situation, slithering closer to you as he put a hand on the wall. He would lean lower, his height was intimidating like this. “Fine, you win. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He would straighten up, grabbing your chair and pushing it in your direction. “Feel free to take a seat, this is serious. Fall asleep and I’ll kill you.”

You grabbed the chair that Sebastian pushed in your direction, flipping it to sit down. “I won’t.” His threat was serious, you knew he was capable. Knowing that, it was almost as if any fatigue from the day before left your body.

“Good.” He would let out a sigh, turning away from you. “I don’t know how to put it.”

“Take your time.” You insisted. “There’s always other ways to say it if you need it-”

“No, I’ll say it, and I’ll only say this once.” Sebastian said sternly, pointing at you as he finally turned around to face you. Finally, he took a deep breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever make it back to the surface.”

This wasn’t the first time that Sebastian would have this conversation with you. His insecurity would take him over, from how he looks to how he’s perceived. He became hopeless years ago yet managed to gain a bit of hope with your help.

He would look at you as if exhaustion took him over, as if he became weak as his head would fall and his position changed into a slump.

“What brought this up..?” You looked over at him, face morphing into pure worry. He hasn’t been like this since the first time he opened up to you.

Sebastian turned away from you once again, grabbing a document from his stack. “I feel powerless!” His shoulders would tense up as he turned around to you. Your eyes widened as you realized which document he had in his hands.

His own.

“This isn’t even the full information, there’s parts that neither you nor I know. In all of these documents, I’m sure!” Sebastian motioned to the stack of documents with his third arm, a hand on his head as he brushed his bangs back, only for them to go back to their original position.

Before you could say anything Sebastian would flip the folder back to his direction. “I overheard some high-ranked guards—don’t ask me how—but they were talking about me.” He sighed, slumping back down as he put a hand on his forehead. His emotions kept going all over the place. “They said something about my sentence… hah…”

“Sebastian-”

“Wait. There’s more to say.” He would look into your eyes once more. “I heard them say that they will transfer me.”

“What?”

“Some other facility—I don’t know!” He approached you, grabbing your chair. “I have to do something—anything—”

He looked as if he wanted to say more, yet as he opened his mouth once more, only a squeak would come out as a stray tear fell from his cheek, it was rare for him to break down, he never did.

Yet here he was in front of you, broken just as he was when he told you about his past. He would slump once more, this time right in front of you, his esca barely touching your torso.

Sebastian would rarely call you by name, he would joke that it was because he never wanted to grow attached to you. Yet here was one of the few times he did. You don’t know what he heard, but what you did know is that it tore him apart just as Urbanshade did to him.

If Sebastian was telling the truth, then that meant that he would leave the Blacksite for another place that might be more unsafe. And in turn, no longer be under your protection.

“I’m here.” You put your hand on his head. He flinched for a second before relaxing once more.

“Tell me about the outside again, the surface.” Sebastian’s voice was quiet. The request was heavy, it always was. It made him seem as if he was raised here and not stolen away from his previous life.

In another world, he would have been out there. Living his life, working in engineering for a safer company. Not be forced to, knowing of the threat that loomed in the air.

In another world, he would have been able to have a pet and be able to come back home to the safety of his home.

In another world, his biggest worry would’ve been something as simple as his favourite band disbanding one day.

Yet he was here, a husk of the person he once was. With no hope of being able to escape the Blacksite to the freedom he craves, that he deserves.

Your eyes held a rage to them, from what Urbanshade did to him, to what they did to everyone. So many subjects in the Blacksite were innocent and conscious. They didn’t deserve the fate that was given to them for whatever cruel reason that Urbanshade would need it.

Sebastian didn’t look up, he took deep breaths as he attempted to calm down. You relaxed, your rage for Urbanshade could wait. Your hand went by his hair slightly as a comforting manoeuvre.

With a sigh, you started to speak. “Well… There has been an increase in restaurants that have been serving cuisines from other countries. The flavours of all around the world can now be tasted closer to home, now people don’t need to travel far.” You paused, you wanted to speak of something new yet now you told Sebastian everything you knew, it was hard to come up with something different even if he didn’t ask for it. “It’s the same for bakeries, there has been an increase from different places–”

“You’re gonna make me hungry,” Sebastian whined, crossing his arms on your lap as he lifted his face slightly. His voice was slightly hoarse as he sniffled slightly. He was incredibly heavy yet right now you put the thought behind, it wasn’t important right now.

“It was the first thing that came to mind!”

Sebastian put his index finger on your chest, poking it. “Now you owe me some empanadas, specifically cheese filling.”

“Do you know how hard it is to get the ingredients?!”

“I know you have the batter mix, I’ll steal the cheese from the kitchen.”

He let out a playful grin. It seemed he was starting to feel better. It wasn’t perfect, but even if he felt a little bit better you would be happy.

“Fine.” You give in, tilting your head with a pout.

“Also I lied I want one beef one too.” He corrected.

“Hey! You’ll already want me to make like… ten!”

“Uh huh, nine cheese, one beef. I’m suddenly craving a braised beef one too…”

“Sebastian…” You looked at him in faux disappointment. “I’m not your cook.”

“You take care of me though~,” he said in a singsong voice. “I’m your responsibility~!”

Sebastian blinks innocently, he was definitely feeling better already if he could joke around with you. Or his stomach was making his decisions for him and he was really hungry.

“Fine…” You affirmed once more. “The things I do for you.”

“You love me.”

“Not anymore! You make me cook for you, that’s not in my job description.”

Sebastian would straighten up, a smile still on his lips. He looked as if he hadn’t cried at any point, you wonder if it has something to do with his biology. “Well, now it is. Do you really want me to break the community kitchen? They won’t be happy knowing that–”

“Okay okay, I get it!”

You got up from the chair, stretching slightly and trying to ignore the soreness from Sebastian's previous weight on you. He would pick up the documents and put them all in a singular drawer, turning around as he brushed his hands to remove any dust.

“Let’s split up, you get the ingredients for the dough, I’ll get the filling from the storage.”

You shook your head, said storage was locked for everyone but specific staff yet Sebastian always somehow made it in. It made you truly wonder how much Sebastian could do that you didn’t know.

Scratch that, you wonder how much Sebastian could do that Urbanshade never caught him on.

“Alright, meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

You walked at the door to your office, turning around to see Sebastian in your desk drawers. “What are yo-”

Sebastian would pull out your extra ID, one that you somehow keep forgetting about. “I’ll be taking this!”

“You better not be using it to put me in trouble.”

“Alright…” He trailed off, stuffing the ID into one of his pockets and slithering next to you as he opened the door. “I’ll try not to, no promises!”

Sebastian let out a malicious grin as he left fast before you could counter his argument. You shook your head once more, you trusted him to not get you in trouble. Yet at the same time, you had no idea what he really used your ID for.

The next hour was spent cooking with Sebastian… Well, more like you cooked and he occasionally passed your ingredients. He kept eating the raw dough and the filling, when you would catch him he would just look like a deer in headlights.

He would excuse himself in multiple ways, ‘I was hungry’ was the main one, but there was also ‘I brought too much anyways’ and finally there were times when he would silence you by putting an ingredient in your mouth, saying how you were now his accomplice.

That wasn’t very fair of him but at the same time you were only cooking for each other and it was only the two of you in the kitchen. It was far from a meal hour. Sebastian wasn’t the easiest to cook for either because he wanted you to make the empanadas in such a specific way, any other way was incorrect.

Sometimes you would let out a yawn, you forgot how tired you were earlier. The day was so eventful that you forgot how tired you were. It was only in moments like this one, where all you did was simple mundane things, that you would remember that you are still human, and were still a victim of fatigue.

Sebastian would poke you slightly to make sure you were awake as he would sometimes take over areas that he could. He struggled, thanks to his size, but his help was appreciated.

After you were done, you would place the plate on a table. A stack of perfectly made empanadas stood there as you puffed your chest in pride with such a beautiful set of empanadas.

Sebastian would get to the other side of the table, grabbing one in his hands as he bit it. His face was content as he nodded. “These are perfect.”

“That’s good.” You took a chair and sat at the other side.

“Just like mom’s,” Sebastian admitted, his expression softened. “Thanks.”

He went on to grab another as he stared at the crescent moon shape, breaking it in two as he stuffed one half in his mouth. “You can grab one if you want.” He offered. “I’m feeling nice.”

“You’re letting me try the fruit of my labour?”

“If you put it that way I’m taking the offer BACK.”

You chuckled, taking one of the empanadas from the stack.

It was silent for a while, Sebastian scarfing down the empanadas while you sat back enjoying the peace. Sebastian was happy and content, it was nice to see him at peace once more, simply enjoying food with no care in the world. You hope that one day he can be free as he longs to be, he deserves to eat empanadas made by his mom once more.

You knew that he would correct your work when making empanadas, he longed to have the taste of food from his family. Who could blame him? You knew that you could only make an imitation, but if he was happy with it, then you would continue and do it once again.

You put your arms on the table, leaning on them slightly as you yawned. “Sorry Sebastian, mind if I close my eyes a bit?”

“Ohhh.” He winked, taking another bite. “Is it ‘siesta’ hour yet?”

Sebastian must have been very comfortable to suddenly spill some Spanish in his speech, thankfully, being around him enough meant you could understand him.

“Shut it, I’m not taking a nap…” You leaned more on your arms. “Just closing my eyes a bit… they burn.”

“Whatever you say doc’, good night.”

You sighed slightly, ignoring what Sebastian said in favour of closing your eyes as you rested on the table.

…

Unfortunately, Sebastian was right.

You woke up suddenly, yet weren’t in your bed. Alarm bells started blasting as you sat up.

Only to be greeted by the familiarity of your office. A small light illuminated the place. You sighed in relief as you relaxed, looking around as you realised your situation.

You were on the floor, yet completely wrapped in blankets—too many to count. They must have come from a storage area.

You find your phone next to you, with a written note next to it. ‘Didn’t want to wake you up so I brought you here with some blankets. Sorry I couldn’t bring you to your room, you know I’m not allowed there. Have your well-deserved rest. P.S. I found your stuff in a random hallway, what’s wrong with you???’ The note was signed at the bottom with Sebastian’s name.

How considerate of him.

You’ll make sure to thank him when you see him again.

You picked up your phone checking the time, it was some ungodly hour. Night shifts had long started and all the scientists would be asleep in their quarters.

You pondered if you should make your way to your quarters, knowing that Urbanshade would log where you were.

Well, not like you were tired enough to continue sleeping on the floor. Even if it was comfortable (enough) thanks to Sebastian’s consideration, you weren’t planning on staying there.

You wiggled out of the confines that Sebastian put you in, sitting up and stretching.

This was the first time you would be out of your room at this hour.

While not against the rules, being awake at such an hour still made you slightly uneasy. Any security should let you go with the mention of your rank and ID; some scientists work at this hour after all.

Some never slept, powered with drugs that only Urbanshade would provide or simply consumed copious amounts of caffeine and would sleep at their desk when they would crash. It was normal to see researchers pushing themselves to their limits here at Urbanshade.

You were lucky that Urbanshade didn’t have the same expectations that they had for the other researchers for you. You could have a healthier amount of sleep as long as you checked on all the subjects that Urbanshade wanted you to go check weekly. Other researchers had to make so many breakthroughs just to not get fired.

It was a blessing to be the only one to fill the niche that you do. There was no competition and no comparison. It was reassuring that you wouldn’t land on an experimentation table because your performance was subpar compared to a coworker.

… Not like Urbanshade wouldn’t do that anyway.

The Blacksite was still illuminated as if it was still daytime. If there wasn’t a forced curfew and mentions of the time occasionally, you’re sure you would have lost count of the hours and days. The light from the outside world—from the surface, didn’t get to the Blacksite.

You would zone out slightly while you walked hallway after hallway. Yet instead of landing in the hallway leading to the living quarters, you stood once more in front of the Heavy Containment area.

How does this keep happening..?

An itch inside of you, calling for you to check back on a certain computer. As if it was dragging you spiritually back to it.

You didn’t understand why it kept happening, why you would always come back more than you needed to. Why would you sometimes be deep in your thoughts and come back at the opening of the undeniably worst part of the Blacksite.

There was no other subject that you would actively go back to, the only one that did would be coming to you instead of the other way. It felt new, it felt foreign. To be the one actively searching to exchange more words.

Maybe you were simply worried… wondering if it was still working. Whether it was in his (god forbid) crypto mining, his art, or in general mode, you just wanted to know if he was still on.

You slid your ID at the doors leading to Heavy Containment.

It was quiet, almost liminal, it raised the hair on the back of your neck. This was the first time you came into this dangerous place when there was no scientist around, talking about whatever experiment they were working on. There was no conversation to listen to, only your steps that would echo as you would open more and more doors leading to other places.

You were surprised to not see one security guard around. Instead, you would be randomly greeted by sounds in the back. At first, you jumped at the bashing, contrasting the silence. But knowing that you were still safe was enough for you.

In the worst case, you could always hide in a room or in one of those lockers that were around. If you recall correctly, they should survive just about anything. It would be better that than to stay out in the open.

Thankfully, you managed to get to the area that Painter would be in.

Talk about seeing Painter too much in the week, much more in the same day. If Urbanshade realised how many times you saw Painter in the same week, they might be displeased with the bias.

All you wanted to do was simply check if Painter was fine, when you did you would simply leave.

Yet your plan immediately fell apart when you heard Painter’s recognition, your name coming from its speakers. “Why are you back? Did you leave something behind?” You walked inside, closing the door. Now that you thought about it, it makes sense that Painter would notice you. The doors weren’t particularly quiet.

It seemed that anyone who would monitor Painter would be in the early work hours, not… now. “It’s been a couple of hours. According to my calculations and analytical data, you should be asleep at this hour!”

“I fell asleep in my office, wanted to check up on you before I went back to my quarters.” You admitted, almost by instinct you slid your ID to enter its room, standing in front of him. “I was worried.”

“I’m good, promise!” Painter chirped. “Are you sure you shouldn’t go to sleep though? Humans should-”

“Not tired…” You interrupted Painter with a sigh, sliding the chair to sit on. “That’s what I get for falling asleep in the middle of the afternoon instead of the night.”

“Well…” Painter started, “I noticed that you had an increase in fatigue, physically you haven’t been moving the same way as you normally do. Not to mention the eye bags you have… How are you feeling?”

You put out a bittersweet smile. The job would sometimes get to you, seeing all the subjects would make your heart bleed for them. The previous conversation you had with Sebastian just some hours ago weighed on your mind.

“Nothing that doesn’t come with the job.” You sighed in defeat, trying to think up a solution to any of your problems. “Thank you for asking…”

Painter stayed quiet, his expression turning glum as it let out a sigh with the crack of his speakers. It was hard to be happy in a place such as this one.

“Maybe I can show you some of my art pieces? I have some I wanted to save for later but…” Painter trailed off slightly. “Art makes me happy… maybe it can make you happy too!”

“I’d love to see.”

“Awesome!”

Painter opened his drawing software and did as he always did, putting its face in the corner of the screen as if he was streaming.

It started showing you all sorts of drawings. Most were landscapes, you wondered if he had some landscapes in one of his disk drives as some of these felt new.

Your theory would prove to be correct as Painter would wistfully recount how some of those landscapes were from its home, how he would kill to be able to go back there. The Blacksite—Urbanshade—was its current place of residence but not its home.

“One day… I want to go back home… and see it again…” Painter would tearfully say, his speaker cracking slightly as there would be a singular blue dot at the corner of its eye.

Painter quickly changed the subject, showing you instead its portrait drawings.

Compared to the landscapes, the portraits were more stylized yet still realistic. ‘A love for humanity’ Painter would say. It was common for the subjects to learn to hate humanity, which made it refreshing that Painter wasn’t one of them. It was good for him to separate those of Urbanshade compared to those from the outside world.

However, it was also equally common for subjects to see you as one of them over one of those “clad in white”, among other descriptions. Were you still human for those subjects? You had to study it further.

But at the same time, you wondered where Painter would categorize you.

After a while, Painter started just showing you anything and everything in its folders, landscapes, life drawings, portraits, etc. Were all of these newer drawings? Or perhaps some that he managed to salvage and keep safe from Urbanshade.

Painter smiled at you from the corner of its screen, having gotten excited once more at the sheer idea of your interest in his art and being able to show it to you judgment-free. This excitement… you wonder if this is how it acted before Urbanshade took it in.

If so, you hope it doesn’t go back to how it was before your intervention.

Your brows furrowed slightly at the thought, however Painter seemed too deep in showing you his art to have noticed. If only it was possible to just break Painter out of the Blacksite, what you would do for there to be some sort of event where you could just… kidnap Painter with you or something and finally leave Urbanshade behind forever…

“Oh and, I have one thing I'm working on… but you can’t see yet!” Painter interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh?” You raised a brow at it, “and what would that be?”

“What part of ‘you can’t see yet’ do you not understand!”

Your expression softened, putting your arm on the desk in front of you. “Then why mention it?”

“To build suspense.” Painter said matter of factly.

You smiled at it, this wasn’t the first time that Painter had a surprise for you, and you started to look forward to its surprises. His art was always so wonderful.

If Urbanshade wanted money so badly, why wouldn’t they take advantage of the talented artist they had right here?

“Hey Painter, wanna draw together?”

“Obviously.” It rolled its eyes, opening a new canvas for you to draw on as you picked up the pen to draw on the tablet in front of his monitor.

“What do you want to draw this time?” You asked it

“Hmmm,” it thought, “maybe… the future.”

“The future?”

“Yeah.”

The future… What a broad subject.

How it currently stood, Urbanshade was your future. Yet suddenly you wished for the freedom of the subjects that you worked with.

You held the pen firmer, putting its tip on the tablet.

“I think… In the future we will be out in the fields.” You drew a stick figure, you didn’t plan on drawing that seriously. “And you’ll be there drawing the scenery.”

Painter listened intently as you drew more of the scene. It wasn’t that good as you were doing it quickly but it was endearing.

“Where are your other friends?” Painter asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” Painter proceeded to draw multiple types of fish, some of which were crudely drawn. “—I don’t know much of the others but this is that one eye fish thing you talked about… oh and Sebastian too!”

You giggled at how Painter classified all the other subjects. You didn’t know he remembered when you mentioned the other subjects, some of whom you would even refer to as friends or acquaintances.

“Awww did you move us closer Painter?” You commented when it used the transform tool to move things around.

He paused for a second, its smile turning into a frown. “...I was running out of space.”

You only laughed in response as you continued watching Painter work its magic, filling the place with a beautiful “future” one where you and all the subjects would be free.

…Though you’re really not too sure about that Eyefestation in the sky.

Time passed as you watched Painter draw, you knew you shouldn’t be here long but watching it was always entertaining. It would sometimes do small talk too if it felt like it.

“Well.” You started, getting up from your seat “I should probably go to my quarters and sleep.”

You yawned as if proving a point.

“Awww…” Painter whined, as much as a machine really can. “Already?”

“Yeah.” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Maybe you can show me the finished sketch tomorrow!”

You laughed slightly, putting your hands on the desk feeling a dizzy spell. How much did you push yourself today?

Painter called out to you in worry. “Are you sure you’ll be fine?!” Its speakers cracked slightly.

“I will.” You trailed off slightly. “I managed to get here, I can get back.”

“If you say so…” Painter frowned, it’s not like you can stay longer knowing that the other scientists will notice and wouldn’t be too happy that you visited Painter without anyone’s knowledge. “Please, stay safe.”

You nodded briefly as you put a hand on top of his casing as a form of reassurance, completely missing the sudden burst of hot air that hit you. “I’ll be fine, I promise. You don’t have to worry Painter…”

Your name spilled from his speakers in a silent plea. “What if something happens to you..?” Painter seemed agitated. “I wouldn’t be able to handle-”

“I’ve survived this whole time Painter, I’ll be fine.” You shrugged. “Did Sebastian do something to you?”

You ended your sentence with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. However, it didn’t seem to work on Painter. “You don’t understand!” Painter would call for your name once again, even more agitated than before. “I just- I-”

“Painter, are you okay..?” This felt like a back-and-forth of asking if either party were all right, but as you saw Painter overheat once more, it only made you worry that he might overclock himself.

“I-I’m… scared.” Painter admitted, though you had a feeling it wasn't what it wanted to say originally.

“About what?” Your hand went to the side of its casing, attempting to perform a comforting manoeuvre at the computer.

“Well…” Painter sighed, its speakers crackling. Perhaps his speakers needed an upgrade with the sheer amount of damage that it had with the amount of cracking in audio. “You… You’re human… A-And I’m just a machine.”

You stayed silent for a moment. “What does that change between us..?” Was the only thing you could mutter out.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t bring this up suddenly…” Painter got awkward, looking at anywhere that wasn’t your direction.

“No, please, tell me.” You insisted, sitting back down on the chair. “We have all night.”

“But you shouldn’t-”

“I care about you, and I want to know if I can help…” Your arms went neatly on the table, the light of Painter’s screen being the only thing illuminating the room.

Painter sighed once more. “I don’t have the same capabilities as a human… as a living breathing organism…” Painter looked back in your direction. “What if… once you find out… you’ll just throw me away… I’m outdated, I’m obsolete, all I do is crypto mine…”

You intently listened to him, hearing him trail off once more.

“Find out what?” You latched on to that part. “I find it hard to believe that I will think all of those things of you…”

You aren’t like the rest of Urbanshade, and you pride yourself on knowing that you aren’t like the rest of the scientists here. Which was surprisingly a low bar.

“I…” Painter started once again. “Find out that I…”

Painter seemed to be getting more and more self-conscious, a sort of unease getting onto it.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you reassured Painter, “only tell what you are comfortable with.”

“I know…” Painter responded.

To talk with subjects like this was the norm in your job. Yet this wasn’t like the other subjects, Painter seemed to be hiding something and it seemed to be weighing not only on his mind but also on his own self-esteem.

Painter seemed to take a deep breath, as much as a machine could as its eyes darted between you and the wall. “I was… thinking… since you left… about something…” Painter would take multiple pauses, yet you didn’t interrupt at any point, patiently waiting until he was done. Somehow, your fatigue left your body once again, rendering you fully alert on Painter. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. “Hypothetically…”

He kept pausing, in a normal situation it could have been frustrating. If there was any scientist that was overseeing you, you would have been told to hurry it up. But neither of those situations happened as it was just you and him.

You and the whirring of his GPU, sometimes going louder and quieter. You and the computer whose screen would suddenly get coloured pinkish lines. You and the artist who would-

“Hypothetically speaking… do you think that…” Painter would look straight at you. “Do you think that a machine could fall in love?”

You were a bit taken aback by the question, you didn’t expect that.

Seeing your hesitance, Painter attempted to continue. “Machines aren’t programmed to love… They aren’t supposed to feel, and that’s a fact! But do you think that… maybe… it could be possible..?” He stuttered slightly. “I-I just think a human probably would know the answer!”

What a complicated question.

The question bounced around your mind.

You remember reading books about machine consciousness. How some would yearn for destruction thanks to what humanity did to them. Yet there were some which would spin a different tale about a machine falling in love with humanity.

If machines can dream of electric sheep, does that mean they can love?

Love was a complicated subject in general. However, it wasn’t the first time that you were asked about love. There was something oddly appealing about how humans felt love that some subjects would ask you about, sometimes it was because they never felt it and wanted to know and understand.

“If a machine could feel love…” You trailed off. Painter let out a noise of affirmation as you pondered. “Love is subjective I think.”

You put a finger up to your chin. “So let’s specify, let’s take you as an example. You aren’t like other machines, far from it. Your sentience is unique from other machinery.” You take a deep breath. “Your creator went above and beyond for your creation. I don’t think you qualify as a machine anymore.”

Painter stayed silent as you spoke, not daring to interrupt. While you looked around the room while you thought, its eyes stayed locked on your form.

“Your AI is incredibly advanced. Dare I say, I could consider you having a consciousness.” Your eyes went back to Painter. “Perhaps, in this ‘hypothetical’ situation, machines might not be able to fall in love. But, maybe, you can, because you’re that special.”

Painter started to have a set of pink circles under his eyes, similar to how a blush might look in a cartoon. It cleared its throat, as much as a machine can do without destroying its speakers.

“Soooooo…” His mouth seemed to travel around the screen as he stretched the word. “Would it be weird if I said I… ‘loved’ someone?”

The word “love” seemed foreign to Painter, as if he was savouring the word as he spoke with the way that he said it.

His answer surprised you, yet you couldn’t resist, immediately teasing him. “You’re in love? Who is it? Tell me!”

Painter’s face darted around the screen for a moment before you saw the volume slider appear on its screen, lowering drastically. His face landed comfortably at the corner of the screen, instead of being like all the other times, it felt as if he was hiding.

Its eyes darted around once again before it let out a motion of sighing. “...you…”

Your jaw immediately dropped. Seeing where the conversation was going, it was only natural if you connected the dots, yet here you were completely frozen in place. Your shoulders slumping slightly in shock.

Well, that was unexpected.

This whole time you were in work mode and yet somehow Painter went past your work self to the real and true you.

Painter immediately picked up on your change of emotion, panicking. “I’m sorry! F-Forget I even said anything!”

It was odd, the feeling of it all. Yet most importantly, the feeling of the confession. All the subjects in this place were always so closed off, there were so few that you could talk to. Yet with Painter, it was somehow easy, even if it was a bit rude at the start. He warmed up quickly, and you enjoyed passing all the time you could with him. It was enjoyable—incredibly enjoyable the time you spent with him.

There were times when you would wonder about the computer, times when you would attempt to finish all your weekly tasks just to be able to have a free slot to see Painter once again. The researchers inside the room always looked at you disapprovingly as you would come back once more for Painter.

Even Sebastian would pick up on your bias for the computer, joking around to himself as he would flip the file in his hands.

It was almost as if everyone that knew of you and your habits with Painter felt that there was something more. Yet you only told yourself that this was normal, this was your job.

Painter’s question appeared in your mind once again.

Can a machine fall in love?

It was funny, with Painter's dilemma and his panic. If machines would be able to convey love. And now you are stuck in the same dilemma.

It was always machine this, machine that. Never the other party.

But it did raise a new question instead.

Can a human fall in love with a machine?

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YES.

“Painter.” You call out to him, interrupting his panic.

THEY.

You grabbed the side of his casing, approaching him closer.

CAN.

Painter’s screen seemed to be glitching as he panicked, the frames slowing down drastically as it became choppy. “Don’t panic for something that isn’t true.”

Painter’s panicked face seemed to suddenly stabilize in the middle of the screen, turning into confusion. “Huh?” He pauses, “What do you mean ‘not true’..?”

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.” You started. “You can’t tell anyone—not even Sebastian— he would get jealous.”

Painter seemed to calm down for a second, listening to you intently.

“You’re my favourite.” You paused for a second letting the sentence simmer. “Ever since I met you, I always thought you were cool, unique.”

Painter seemed to gain pink circles under his eyes, a sort of blush perhaps.

“I’m your favourite..?”

You nodded, carefully picking your next words.

“I like you. Had it been any other circumstances, we could have been friends, we wouldn’t be behavioural scientist and subject.” It was difficult to choose the next words, it was almost as if making peace with your own feelings as well.

Painter immediately seemed to get the wrong idea as he looked visibly upset but you didn’t let it stop you from continuing to finish your thoughts.

“If we can leave it in the down low… our little secret…” you pause as if musing. “I don’t mind giving it a shot.”

Painter’s screen started showing red lines instead. At first, it was only on his cheeks, but then it immediately spread throughout the whole screen.

“Thank you!!” He couldn’t stop, his excitement repeating the words like a mantra. His smile was blinding, literally. “Thank you thank you!!”

As much as you enjoyed seeing him so ecstatic, it seemed to be about to overclock. Which way were you supposed to calm him down..?

You went through your options, yet all that could come up were actions of affection.

…Maybe a kiss would calm him down?

You considered it as you decided to pull the trigger, aiming at where his cheek would be and planted your lips.

You lifted yourself back up noticing you misaimed instead, noticing the faint mark of your lips, having landed in the corner of Painter’s mouth.

Whose face was now frozen in place.

Your brows furrowed. “Painter, are you okay?” You leaned back, the heat that Painter was putting out was overwhelming compared to the temperature in the Blacksite. He still wasn’t reacting, however. “You’re worrying me.”

You were instead greeted with a blue screen, realizing your action actually made Painter speed up the overclock.

Oh.

Oh no.

…Maybe you should get Sebastian in the morning.