#If you couldn't tell from expression he's cocky as shit. annoying

[shiroen]

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[sl33paholics]

Baki's Reaction To Your Ex Trying To Get You Back Headcanons! (and a mini story ig)

Uhm.....it's 6am as I write this and I'm giggling my ass off

To say that Baki would come up and beat the shit out of your ex on the spot right in front of you and others is an understatement.

Baki is more of a quiet observator. Rather than confrontational, Baki might choose to observe your ex from a distance, assessing the encounter with a calm demeanor, possibly seeing it as an opportunity to reaffirm your commitment.

Baki's not an idiot. He can choose to downplay the situation, opting not to give your ex's attempt much attention, focusing instead on maintaining the positive dynamics of your relationship.

Known for his actions more than words, Baki might subtly intensify his efforts to show affection and support, reinforcing Baki's commitment through deeds rather than direct confrontation.

Baki knows how much you love to post yourself on social media. The latest fits, shoes, or with your friends. He's aware that your ex still follows you, even though you unfollowed him many, many months ago. Expect Baki to always hype you up in the comments under your posts on Instagram by spamming hearts and down-bad shit as well, he's most likely getting pinned every time.

Hell, if you're not posting yourself, you're sharing photos of the two of you on dates and random shit. Such as the you two at the gym. Baki's arms always wrapped around your shoulders or his hands gripping your hips. Baki can tell your ex is salty, he stalks his story on an alt account, LOL!

Sometimes, Baki could sense how annoyed and bothered you are whenever you'd see accounts named "shien_giveaway_6997" viewing your story. It's so obvious! Baki values honesty, and he'd engage in an open conversation with you about the situation, discussing any concerns or insecurities. Baki doesn't want a pretty woman like you stressing out over a man who couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

If you don't want to speak to him about the whole situation, Baki could respond with affectionate gesture, like a surprise date or a thoughtful gift, to reaffirm his commitment and show that he values and appreciates you. He could even use humor and make jokes about your ex's attempts to diffuse the tension.

However, it could only be so long until the man could entertain your ex before he was going to be pushed off the edge.

Baki could opt for a straightforward conversation, expressing his feelings and concerns calmly while speaking to the man via text message or phone. While not confrontational, Baki gives off a subtle warning vibe, a non-verbal cue that communicates the depth of his commitment and suggests that attempting to disrupt the relationship won't be taken lightly.

This could go two ways. 1) Your ex could simply back off and respect your wishes that your current relationship holds. Or 2) your ex could simply be cocky, shouting at him over the phone, insulting him to insert dominance, and other things to Baki as he's just there sitting silently listening to him yap yap yap yap yap yap yap -

It just so happens that Baki and your ex stumbled across each other while in the city.

Guess you can see where this is going.

Seeing Baki's size, your ex laughed and berated him. How can a man his height cuff YOU up? He couldn't believe it. How low were your expectations? He was tall and built. Baki? Sure. He was ripped but SHORT.

"I don't have time for this," Baki simply said, making your ex raise a brow in confusion. "(Y/N) is waiting for me, I can't have my love waiting." Baki walked past the taller figure, his hands in his pockets. He stopped once your ex pulled on his shirt, tugging and pulling Baki back.

"A short boy like you can't do shit!" Your ex would spat. The smell of cigarettes reeked and made Baki want to cough in his face. "Suddenly coming 'round and stealin' MY girl away from me?! I should punch you in your shit-"

It's safe to say that Baki hit this man with a two-piece combo. A slap and a roundhouse kick sent that man straight to sleep on the sidewalk. Baki stared at the unconscious man before sighing. Continuing his journey towards your place.

Hours later, your phone begins to blow up from your friends of the picture of your ex on the sidewalk earlier that day. You confronted Baki only for him to pout and say, "He ruined my shirt :("

You couldn't be mad at him. At least your ex knew not to fuck with you and your boyfriend anymore.

[shookuna]

// HEATWAVE! // T FUSHIGURO

a/n: first post on tha new blog !!! eeee !!! this is dedicated to the lovely mickey @teddybeartoji <3 ty for being my FIRST OFFICIAL MOOT ! MY DAYONE ! take a lil soft!toji fic pls and thank u 🤲

wc: ~ 1k oops

summary: tired grumpy bf!toji is needy and annoying w/o cuddles. cw: nsf(w) ment, plus some tooth-rotting fluff <3

cuddling with toji was becoming a rare occurrence.

it was mid-july and swelteringly hot outside, even in the wee hours of the night. the a/c in your shared apartment was threatening to give out, and the shitty fan toji sloppily assembled did little to improve matters. so, deviating from your usual routine, you and toji fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed.

toji noticed the distance immediately, cracking one eye open to find you not curled into his side, like usual. the sight of you dead to the world, hair messily splayed across the pillow was enough to make his heart flutter. but even still, a frown tugged at the corner of his lips.

because goddammit, you did not get him used to this "cuddling" shit just to bail on him now.

you and toji met months ago at the dawn of fall, when the days were getting shorter and the nights were growing colder. your relationship was initially a fateful coincidence, a grocery store meet-cute that was as romantic as it was awkward. his series of brazen pick-up lines went right over your head (surely, you assumed, no one would tell you how good you'd look receiving backshots in the fucking frozen food aisle) but you still ended up giving toji your number that day.

and he's never been a religious man, but he was praising every god in the damn sky that you did.

one date was all it took for both of you to be locked in. he was a bad habit, an itch you couldn't help but scratch, irresistible. he was reckless, cocky at best and an asshole at worst, everything you weren't. needless to say, dating toji was against your better judgment. but for him, being with you was the first good decision he's made in a long time.

that's not to say things were perfect, or even easy. being with someone like you was so unfamiliar for someone like toji. loving you came as easy as breathing, but choosing you, choosing to work towards being a better version of himself... that was hard as shit. even small things took time, like physical intimacy. his body count was through the roof, so he had no issue when it came to having sex with you - but affection was a whole different story. it made him feel like he was in someone else's skin, someone weaker, someone who needed to be taken care of. it took til' mid-december, when the temperatures were practically sub-zero and frost crusted the ground, to get toji to warm up (no pun intended) to cuddling.

and now you'd gone and gotten him attached to this shit just to leave him high and dry?!

it didn't matter that your boyfriend was practically a walking furnace, heat radiating off of him in waves when he caged you in his strong arms. temperature be damned, toji thought, you started this, so you had to finish it.

"wake up." his gruff voice sounded out, a stark departure from the blanket of silence the night offered. when you only stirred slightly, he gave you a little shake. "oi, get y'r ass up. i'm talkin t' you."

at that firmer command, you rose your head, a displeased frown taking the place of your previous serene expression. "fushiguro, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing waking me up at..." you paused, fumbling for your phone on the nightstand and checking the time. "...at three in the damn morning."

"don't gimme that shit. girl bye," toji grumbled, not sparing you so much as an apology for disturbing your sleep. you simply gave him a deadpan stare, making him scoff and roll over to his other side. "'s fine, not like i needed to hold ya to fall asleep anyway." he muttered bitterly into the pillow.

your eyes were already halfway closed when he turned around, but they immediately shot open when you heard his grumblings.

"what did you say? you need to cuddle me to fall asleep?" you perk up, pressing your hands on his shoulders to coax him into turning back around.

"i sure as hell didn't say 'cuddle'," he groused, but still turned around anyways. his voice might have sounded annoyed, but you knew your toji. the flicker of warmth in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

"heh, you said it just now, dummy." you grinned as you snuggled up to toji's chest, earning a flick to your forehead from the man in question. but you were unbothered, simply humming, "thought ya didn't like cuddling."

"y'r makin' assumptions," toji grumbled, the low, gravelly timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "now quiet down so i can sleep."

at that, you scoffed in playful offense. "so you can sleep? you literally just woke me u-" you started, but he silenced effortlessly by pressing his lips against yours in a lazy, heated kiss.

when he pulled away, chest heaving with each hot puff of air, you were warm from way more than just the heat outside.

"go the fuck to sleep before i put you to sleep myself." he growled out, but there was no malice in his words - more of an invitation than a threat.

deciding to resist temptation this time, you settled back into his hold, your back flush against his chest. as you began to fade back into sleep, you heard toji whisper out, "meant what i said, y'know that? can't... can't sleep w' out you now."

the next words out of your mouth were simple, but they were all it took to put him at ease.

"i know, toji."

dawww <33 hope u like this fic everyone (esp mickey mwah mwah mwah) reblogs + comments appreciated !!

© shookuna ! toji header edited by me too tehe

[rjunswrld]

read my lips i need a big d⭐︎ck boy.

mark x thick POC! reader

protected sex (hinting of non protective at the end), both reader and mark are very stubborn, slight (smallest hint) of humiliation play, switch! mark & reader, sexual tension, mentions of mark packing heat, bratty mark & reader

“i always knew you wanted me..” he chuckled looking up at you with his signature cocky smirk, you couldn't help but scoff disgustingly. "i'd say the same about you, your dick is literally poking into my thigh.." you bit back hearing him laugh at your accusation. "well at least i'm not denying it.. shit i get off at the thought of fucking my own worst enemy.." he kissed down the valley of your breast groping onto the soft flesh that rested in the palm of his hand, letting your erected nipples roll in between his fingers as he left a trail of kisses to the other before latching his mouth down onto it feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple as his lips covered your areola.

he sucked on to you softly as he grazed you over his teeth making you moan lightly you hated that you were in this position with him, feeling your hatred for him grow deeper the more and more he made you feel good. the effect he had on you was something you shouldn't be feeling, feeling mushy all over in the hands of mark lee your number one hater? yuck.

the stimulation from both nipples sent shock waves of pleasure to your cunt feeling yourself drip in your panties that you knew were spoiled by now, wanting to shut your legs to rub your thighs together to get any form of friction where you craved it the most. he moaned into your soft flesh as he removed his mouth from around you with his doe eyes staring into yours taking in your facial features carefully.

"i bet you're so wet right now.." he smirked as he saw how your cheeks became rosy, taking your silence as an answer he parted his mouth to lick over your nipple at such ease watching you bite your lip feeling frustrated by the lack of touching elsewhere. "if you want more.. beg."

he spoke nonchalantly as he switched boobs repeating the same action to the other with your back arching slightly to feel his tongue pressed up against your nipple, ready to be sucked and licked by the male. "fuck off.." you panted feeling him laugh against the mound of your breast, using his other hand to pinch your nipple making you gasp slightly as he tugged on it.

"fuck off?" he said with such attitude looking up at you with his brows raised, letting go of your nipples with such force watching them jiggle against your chest. he let out a sigh removing himself from your body per request making you rise from your back to look up at him with a confused expression. "where the fuck are you going? you can't be serious right now.."

"oh i'm dead serious, you can't even drop the bitchy attitude for two seconds.. two fucking seconds.." he snapped back holding up two fingers feeling himself get riled up even more as he looked at your face filled with such frustration. “all you have to do is beg, is it really that hard?" of fucking course it was "that" hard, begging wasn't something you'd ever do for anyone- and you sure as hell weren't gonna start with mark. you felt your blood boil at the thought of him having the audacity to even tell you to do such a thing, you were fuming. you felt yourself growing hot with anger, seeing how he looked down at you never wiping that same annoying smirk off of his face, breaking into a smile at how worked up you had gotten over his request.

"what? oh- you thought i was just gonna fuck you? let you have it so easily?" he laughed in your face watching how your mouth formed into a thin line letting your anger get the best of you. "aw come on princess i know you want me.." he taunted reaching to whisper in your ear, "just need to hear you say it."

he mumbled on your skin with his lips now attached to your neck placing soft kisses on your skin, letting them linger. feeling you swallow your saliva he let his teeth come into play as he nibbled against your neck; you had too much pride for this, to even be put in a situation like this you wanted to cct out violently.. but he was right, you did need him. you needed him oh so badly, being so hot and bothered by the aftermath of his teasing there was no denying how much you needed his assistance.

"mark.." you mumbled feeling him hum against you in response to you calling out his name, proceeding to kiss you so gently with the sounds of it filling your ears riling up your body up with more and more desperation. you were gonna get him back for this for sure. "what is it, princess? need something?"

"i.. i need you to fuck me.. please.." you sighed gritting through your teeth at such obscene words you never thought you'd ever say to him. feeling him smile as he pulled away to face you, his wide toothy smile decorating his face as you rolled your eyes hearing him chuckle in victory. "it could be better but i'll let it slide cause my dick is aching." he critiqued as you shook your head falling back onto your elbows to watch the male undress himself, focusing on unbuckling his belt with the noise of metal clashing together filling your ears.

"i hope this will be worth the begging.." your snarky reply made the male snort, hearing his zipper unzip as he worked himself out of his jeans wearing nothing but his boxers and a baggy t-shirt.

"if that's even what you call begging.." he hovered over you as you spread your legs apart shifting his way between them, letting your eyes land on his bulge hidden behind the material as his eyes landed on the dampness of your flimsy panties. deep down as much as you hated his guts you always fantasized how it would be to have sex with him, how it would feel to have his dick in you fucking you ruthlessly so much denial when it came to him you found yourself yearning for him in ways like this.. hating him so much you wanted him to do anything to you.

"you'll be coming back for more by tomorrow babe.."

"just hurry up and fuck me already."

he rolled his eyes with an irritated sigh hooking his fingers around the elastic band of your panties, pulling them off with no care watching them slide down your legs that rose slightly to kick them off your ankles giving him a perfect view of yourself unintentionally. "fuck princess.. so fucking wet and you were gonna be a brat and suffer the consequences.." he started as he stared you down licking his lips with his brows raised in disbelief, on the other hand, he was amused by it. "shut up." your voice was small falling deep into his lustful gaze that racked your body, in awe over you.

"condom?" he cleared his throat looking up at you as you shifted to one arm reaching towards the drawer placed beside your nightstand, pulling it open, and reaching inside for the individual square package. he worked himself out of his shirt tossing it off to the side along with his boxers leaving the two of you bare- completely naked for each other, it had to be something straight out of your deep dark imagination; so unreal it all felt so dream-like. "here." you said handing it to him once you pulled it out of the drawer and hearing him mumble a small 'thank you' before tearing it open with his teeth. it was funny you thought, how much you fucking despised each other going out of your own ways to bring one another down leading to constant arguments that made no sense whatsoever, completely forgetting why you guys even started arguing in the first place but not one of you dared to back down, fighting hard to get the last word in.. now here you were, about to get fucked by your own worst enemy. saying “thank you” as you hand him a condom he’s about to use for you. crazy.

"i-i know you probably think i don't care... but um, let me know if you need me to stop or something okay?" he held onto the base of his cock as you felt your nerves somewhat subsiding by his words. taking in his size you weren't all too positive that he'd even get his tip in with the thickness he held, your heart beating and palms sweating you had to stop yourself from letting out a nervous chuckle— this newfound feeling was annoying you, not even trusting your ability to speak you simply nodded a clear 'yes' motion.

"no, i need to hear you say 'okay' if you want to continue."

"okay mark."

"thank you."

flashing a smile sarcastically as he pumped his cock over the slippery base of the condom that he rolled onto himself, looking down at your cunt he couldn't help but stare no his eyes weren't enough, he had to touch. seeing how pretty your pussy cried for him, could you blame him for even having the drive to? he reached to place his hand down on your pelvis, letting his thumb run in between your slit to brush over your clit making you gasp at the smallest bit of friction. you looked down at his hand laying above your cunt with his thumb pleasuring you agonizingly slow, he didn't dare look away from you watching as your chest heaved with your lip tucked in your mouth and hips stuttering; so sensitive he found it all too cute.

he aligned himself with your opening continuing to let his thumb rub over your soft swollen nub whilst pushing himself into you slowly with his brows furrowed as he focused on your pussy pulling him in for more. the unfamiliar tightness wrapped around him given by you made his mind go wild, your small whines and moans from the stretch along with him stimulating your clit letting you soak in the mix of pleasure and pain. "f-fuck, if you weren't such a bitch i'd happily fuck you every day.." he groaned pushing himself in deeper and deeper. "as if i-i'd let you.."

"you are now aren't you?" (point taken) he chuckled as he felt himself bottoming out inside of you letting out a throaty groan as his hips met with your skin, his thumb halting as he placed both of his hands on your hips, gripping onto the flesh as he felt you clench onto him lightly earning a hiss from the boy. "i-i can't hold back anymore fuck i need it, i need you.."he began rolling his hips into you feeling the smallest glide of his cock shifting into you. it felt so good dismissing the fact that it was mark doing this to you, filling you up perfectly you also reached his level of neediness pushing yourself down lower to meet with him moaning at how deep he was inside of you.

"fuck yourself on my cock princess.." he sighed, princess.. could you get used to that?

feeling you move along his stiffened dick, hearing how he moved in and out of your tight wetness with you letting out moans of satisfaction. you complied with no problem, no bitching, no remarks.. he liked you better this way so obedient— but that "bitchy attitude" though? how much of a brat you were towards him got him worked up in so many ways, so angry he'd only wish to fuck it out of you to fully break you. maybe some other time?

"that's it baby fuck, you feel so good..doing so good"

"mark please.."

you shuddered as he kept his tight grip on your waist as he met your movements. "k-keep begging for me.." he panted as his eyes closed tightly drowned in you and all that you gave him. hearing his voice on the verge of breaking as he let out nosily groans and hisses it was such a different atmosphere, feeling like two completely different people from who you were on the daily made your stomach do flips looking up at his tensed figure between your legs. "fuck me please mark, i c-can't wanna be fucked by you.." you cried as he whimpered at your words feeling your plead striking straight down to his dick that twitched inside of you, so fucking turned on he couldn't take it anymore.

he began fully thrusting into you roughly with your bed frame hitting against the wall harshly, your back arching at the desired feeling he couldn't stand it. "look me in the eyes and tell me you want me.." he muttered reaching for your arms, placing them above your head only being given the view of his face and feeling his lips touch yours softly, "fucking tell me.." he spoke roughly as his sharp and hard thrusting never came to a halt building up more all while watching you closely, hearing how you choked on your moans trying to keep eye contact with the male's dark lustful eyes. "i want you mark! only you" he reached to kiss you which you quickly accepted, the pair of lips on yours felt so different so foreign that you couldn't help but crave more.

reaching to kiss him even more with him smirking against you, you parted your mouth with his tongue slipping past to kiss you properly just how you deserved. it was sloppy, moans being swallowed up by each other with his grip still keeping your arms above your head with one hand and the other reaching down to get another feel of you.

"fuck i love what you're doing to me.. feels so good.." he mumbled on your lips as you squealed that the stimulation he gave your clit, repeatedly abusing your spongy walls with his tip kissing your cervix at every thrust you felt yourself trembling with goosebumps rising on your skin once more.

"mark!" you whined falling in the pits of ecstasy, he enjoyed it- he was enjoying how much of a mess he was making out of you he definitely felt like the top dog right now. "mm, you like that? you keep c-clenching onto me, it's driving me insane.."

the lewd sounds of skin slapping and bed rocking with sinful moans coming from the two of you as he rubbed you vigorously meeting with his thrust watching how his arms flexed as he worked your clit, his built and toned body making you gawk shamelessly.. never ever admitting it out loud, you found him so fucking attractive. "c-close.." you whined feeling his body heat radiating onto yours, wishing he'd let you go so you could touch him, to bring him close to you. "please, please mark- kiss me again please.." of course, he listened already knowing his lips felt as lonely as yours he wasted no time in kissing you just how you begged him to.

he felt how you clench around him harder with your senses telling you your orgasm was approaching and ready to let go with or without you, he rubbed and fucked you faster with you squealing loudly directly into his mouth you trembled with your orgasm coming to roll past you. "f-fuck!" you muffled into his mouth as you came around his cock, the contractions making him moan along with you as he was close to his himself, milking your high while reaching his you haven't felt this good in so long, so damn long and of course, it had to be by the works of mark fucking lee out of all people..not complaining though if we're being dreadfully honest. shh it’s a secret.

"y-you feel so good.. shit!" he hissed feeling his orgasm buildup faster than ever, all his fantasies of this being fresh on his mind sending him into overdrive finally having you, feeling you, kissing you, fucking you. "fuck fuck fuck.." his body stilled as his thrust became inconsistent, shooting his white ropes of cum into the condom, balls tensing as his dick contracted to spurt out his cum from his delicious orgasm. his pants and whimpers became more consistent as he proceeded to thrust into you finishing himself off before becoming to a full stop with your room now falling silent of any noise besides the breathing from such a workout that aimed to make the two of you reach pure relaxation in the end.

"fuuuck do you wanna keep going?" he panted as he looked into your eyes that focused on him, smirking as he saw your smile grow feeling him resting inside of you still hard and excited as if he didn't cum just a few seconds ago. "are you always this horny?" you playfully rolled your eyes as he shrugged not caring that he was still hard and ready for more. "i could go all night if you wanted me to."

"oh yeah?" you smirked as he nodded eyeing both your eyes and lips, "we can go again.." you reached for his lips that you ghosted lightly, "but this time, take the condom off.. i wanna feel you, all of you." you didn't miss the way his eyes widened at your request, instantly removing himself from above you to pull himself out gently feeling all too trigger- happy to remove the used condom from around his cock.

"i really feel like your starting to like me now could be my delusions but still.."

"don't get it twisted mark lee it’s definitely the delusions."

⭐︎

[kittyfuckincheshire]

📺 BREAK TIME 📺 vox x reader smut

Vox always seemed to be busy.never having time for you,as he had to attend several interviews and meetings,most discussing new technology advances and a ways to get his fans under control.he was after all the man who dictated all of it.

You guess it made sense why he had to go so often.but it made you sad you couldn't be around him as much.you silently thought of a way to talk to him or interact with him intimately.chewing your nails slightly, you smirked to yourself,a light bulb in your head clicking.he was in his office..right..?he didn't really like visitors when he was working,but he'd just have to pit up with it.

You hastily stood up from your seat,and looked around as if checking for witnesses before slipping into his office discreetly.He seemed to notice this, his screen tilting up to look at you from the paper work he was doing.His expression was deadpan.looking at you as if he was questioning your decision.

"..your serious?" he flat out asked,giving you a heavy sigh before he shook his "head" and continued to sign of papers,paying you no mind.

You did NOT like that.with knitted brows you strode over to his position and leaned on the back of his chair, looking over his shoulder to gander at the major amount of work he had.you felt a twinge of pity,knowing he was most likely exhausted.you stood there for a good minute, listening to the scratch of the pen on paper over and over again for his signatures.It bore you.

You cleared your throat loudly,much to his disliking,and grabbed the pen from his hand.which caused him to snap his face up to you with a glare.

"give me the pen". Vox demanded sticking his hand out to you. You stuck your tongue out at him,and tossed it in the bin across the room You seriously did not expect it to make it in, but it did. The man stared at the trash can with disdain,before letting out an irritated groan, and standing after pushing the swivel chair out from under the desk,you watched him stand to his full height,sauntering over to the trash can with his hands in his pockets.

"l swear you-", cut him off by pulling him back, tugging at the wrist to swivel him around to face you,Though there was an obvious night difference , but when it came to who was in charge it didn't matter.

You can survive an hour or two without doing that stupid paper work vox,He seemed surprised.

"uh,look baby.I'm a busy man.you gotta deal with that. I have shit to do, so " skedaddle". That mother fucker shooed you with his hand and brushed himself off.

You were having none of it,you grabbed him by the wrist again and started dragging his to the desk.You pushed him back down into his chair,and he grunted,attempting to sit back up but you slammed your hands onto the armrest and pushed his legs open with your knee, standing firmly between them.

"vox. I am your girlfriend, first of all, don't tell me to"skedaddle". Second of all vox you look like you could use a break.So either you let me treat you and relieve you of stress or I bug you all day. Pick.

Vox was cornered,He let out an exaggerated sigh and slumped back into his chair,looking up at you with a huff."Fucking..fine. Fine-fine but only because I KNOW you would annoy the shit out of me. He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.

You grinned triumphantly, and immediately took a seat on his lap.wrapping his legs around his waist,much to his surprise. You just - just jumped right in, didn't you?

He cleared his throat, attempting to straighten his bow tie before he wrapped his hands around your midsection and pressed his screen head into the crook of your neck,his claws rubbing gentle little circles into the small of your back.maybe he did need a break.he's been so focused on work lately that he's barely had time to sit down and think. Relax. You were there when he needed it, there to remind him he's over worked.

He'd never admit it, but it was comforting to him.he was cocky as fuck.it took him two weeks to say thanks you for doing his laundry one time.But,he was better about it now. His breathing steadied, and his heartbeat slowed, you nuzzled against his shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Hey. dork". You pinched his side and he flinched, and gave you an annoyed huff. " what?" He replied back bluntly yet strangely lovingly.

" I love you. Vox".He froze for a second.Hearing those words were still new to him.He took a second to register what you said and then gave you a little nod in return.

"yeah. Love you too. Even if your annoying as hell". You couldn't really tell but he was blushing.His screen heated up and his grip on you tightened.

Checks out dumb dumb, were already there,he audibly rolled his eyes at that.

"Dumb dumb", what are you five?,You laughed and rocked back and forth with him,he followed your motion reluctantly and breathed in. Focusing on your presence.

After a second or to basking in each others presence, you grazed your lips by his back leaving a trail of kisses down to his collar bone over his suit.Your hands slowly worked there way under the pinstripe jacket top.and carefully worked it off his body.the man grabbed your wrist for a moment and looked up at you, his breathing noticeably changing pace,albeit silence.

"..right here" now?",He whispers to you while looking at his door, you didn't even lock it.

A chuckle left your lips as you raised your eyebrow,Then you'll just have to be quiet,I know how hard this will be for you...pillow princess. He hugged you in the side painfully at the sparky come back and you whined in frustration."you deserved that".

"no I didn't,asshat.I'm just yelling the truth"You insisted,pressing more kisses down the gray skin that is his neck.you began to undo his shiny buttons,and his grasp on your waist loosened.he let out a low hum of satisfaction, watching you take initiative, failing to snap back at your comment, his attention was completely on you now.

"uh huh", his voice was softened,his hands now resting in your bottom casually,While you teasingly sneaked your hands up his shirt and felt all of the edges on your fingertips,the sculpted areas and the softer points,you memorized it all by hand,before sliding off his red,and black vest along with the buttons up beneath it.

"Jesus..your such a fucking tease".

"I can stop", you threatened,a serious look plastered across you face pausing. Leaving your hands right above where his belt was.

Vox bit his tongue and sighed quietly.turning his head out of smite... but yes,he wanted you to continue.and you picked up on this.

You skillfully unhooked his belt from the loop holes in his dress pants and let them pool done to the floor with a small clack from the metal bits attached.your hand hosted over his clothed member,before a few fingers tauntingly strode over the zipper...your fingers pinched said zipper,and pulled down slowly.His clawed hands holding the armrest of his chair for dear life with eagerness. The clawed tips of his hands threatening to tear through.

Youre free hand felt around his back idly and lightly squeezed,as your other one stroked his lower region,at a leisurely pace,taking your time to watch his face contort in a !is of pleasure and impatience,Tv static of as binary bussing from behind his tv head,it took everything in him not to push his hips into your hands,imploring you to give him more.

Every now and then a whimper would slip up and he hide it by staying quiet as long as he could,it was seriously such a sweet sight, watching a powerful man bellow your finger tips be melted and molded to exactly the shape you wanted.

"..please...", vox grunted out,his eyes shaping up to meet yours,his breathing was static and there was a noticeable change in the tightness of his pants,when you stopped your motion,he gained his groin into your palm for a moment in which a shaky exhale following.

".please what?hmm?"you pressed on,your face leaning close to make sure he made eye contact while delivering his request,your hand noticeably slowing down,forcing vox to resort to his own grinding against your hand.

"..just take it out. My pants- they're.. fuck, they're tight.I need you. Okay? His tone of voice was extremely wavered,broken,laced with pure lust. He was giving himself to you at this point.

You were happy to oblige.you undid the last button of his pants, and pulled them down past his hips, he immediately felt a bit better, those pants were always so tedious to deal with when he... You know. As his boxers were the only thing separating you two now, his hands found your forearms and he held on for a second,His chest heavy and his heart pounding,He was looking at you like you were his only hope,like you were his life line, like you were the only one who could help him.

"...and boy, was it a turn on."

Mr.high and !mighty really a submissive brat in the bedroom, vox scoffed at you.

Fine..fine that's what I am now just...god dammit. please.He pressed his screen into the crook of your neck again and you giggled,and slowed your self access into his boxers,He let out a low groan as you began to stroke up and down his shaft with out anything blockingyou.the feel of your bare hands pleasuring him sent him into a spiral,clawing at your back hungrily.

You pushed your thump against his tip,and that earned a whine from the taller man beneath you.his back tensed and his shoulders shrugged up to were his ears should be.you took advantage of this and stroked more near the top,using your free hand to cater the bottom half.he couldn't help himself,he was literally clutching on to you,the Sealy bastard even managed to sneak his hands down your waist and slide two fingers in your jeans,committing to a slow circular movement around your clothed womenhood. And especially that clothed bundle of nerves down there that made you gasp out.

"thought you weren't a loud pillow princes?"You muttered to him softly,shaping him back to reality just a smidge to remind him that he had to be quiet.

"Im...fucking..hmmm not", he exclaimed under his breath,as his back began to arch you could see it,He leaned away from the back of his chair and closer to you,which meaner he was reaching his climax.

"he-hey...stop for a minute",He grabbed your hand with his a valuable one and guided them to his shoulders," I'm close i-i need to feel you. I need..I need to be,he slipped your panties aside with his index finger for a moment,and felt the slick building up between your thighs. You shuddered at the expectation.

"I need to be inside you",He shamelessly admitted in your ear,pulling his hand out so he could unzip your jeans.and then he undid the buttons, you were thinking the same thing,If you didn't know any better you would think you were as painfully turned on as he was.

You gave him a nod of approval and helped him pull your jeans down, letting them pool at your ankles before you kicked them off,vox handled the rest for a moment,pulling you back with the hand on the small of your back to make you sit down.

He watched you with anticipation as you pulled your panties aside and began to sink down on him.you rubbed the end of his member against your opening,purposely dragging this out to make him more frustrated,he let out a growl of restlessness as he dug his hands into your hips,making you drop down on him, the sudden action made you both stutter out and grab hold of something for support, in this case vox held onto you with great strength,his claws threatening to break the skin as you rolled your hips with him inside,Walls closing down on him,your face felt hot and your palms began to sweat.

"Fffuuckk", he drew out the word and chuckled to himself,breathing in deep, "That's it..."

You held onto his shoulders while setting an even pase for the both of you,bringing yourself up and down on top of him, his tip of his shaft hitting places you couldn't yourself,you focused on yourself in this moment to,you had been bent up for weeks,it was only fair that you bought yourself an orgasm to,chasing your own release.

He bucked his hips up and worked with you to bring you down on him and you took him deep,and he was marinating in the delight of this, he let out the occasional moan and mewl, but other times he let out smug chuckles at the way you rode this out to,chasing your own sweet release.

"looms like you were just as needy", he cooked to you as you increased the speed determined to give you both a fulfilling end.

"needy...but your needy and slutty", you huffed out,nearing your climax all to quickly, he seemed to be nearing a little slower than you were,bit you were both on track,He didn't reply. Instead he answers with the deep rumble of his chest satisfied with the speed set here.

It didn't take long before you were both moaning in unison at the climax fast approaching,the knot in your lower region snapped, and you could feel yourself spasm.your walls squeezing the length inside you,This involuntarily made vox squeak.his nails scratching across your hips and it started to sting,but you forced yourself to keep going.

Vox was mumbling your name to himself over and over again, the volume increasing every time you dropped down on him, he eventually snapped not long after you did,and came filling you quickly coating your walls with his thick seed,Weakly,he gave a few more sloppy thrusts from his position and sighed quietly, "Jesus fuckk".

You were both panting and gathering yourselves for a moment there, eyes closed,and bodies connected,he remains inside you,but pulled you close to him,your head resting on his bare chest,listening to his heart hammer against his cheat like he had just run a marathon.

Sitting there in silence slowly began to lull you into a place of zen, your arms rapped around his slender build and his hands combed through your hair,a low buzz coming from his screen.

"you know...you're right",I need to take more breaks,You chuckled to yourself and kisses his screen were his lips would be.

"I'm always right"

WOW 3days on this damn thing,I don't think I'm gonna do a long one like this again for awhile unless requested.well I hope you enjoyed!

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Soooo if this picture of Ricky was Santino, tell me what you think would be happening here. Why does he look so angsty? Who's with him in the car, is John there or Ares or anyone? Can be as long or short as you want. Have a beautiful day, amica!

(Also I love this format for an ask, feel free to send me a photo and ask me to make up a story about it ^_^)

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Aayy hii! :)

Oh I LOVE that picture so much, he looks so hot AHHH! And I was actually looking at that pic today, thinking if I should put it as my pfp! What a coincidence lmaoo!!

A really fun question! Thank you sooo much!! I appreciate it a lot! :D

You're writing little fics for my asks, and I love them so much! You're so kind to me, so I decided to write a mini fic for this! 💙💙

This was really fun to write, one picture can definitely be a good inspiration! <3

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Weapon that everyone wants

John and Ares waited outside of the convergence room, where Santino was having a conversation with some clans from Germany. A business talk, Santino asked for a little bit more of territory than he was allowed to have because these representatives claim to be more powerful than him. Which in his eyes is not true. And it isn't.

They are just more cocky than they seem.

They asked for more weapons and some of his men in exchange. Even mentioning some of his best bodyguards, Ares and John. How dare they ask from them?

"I'm sorry. I won't give my best people." Santino said with a fake, restrained smile. "Then I'm afraid we don't have the deal." One of them said, having a bit more thick German accent. "You asked for weapons, too. I have grenade launchers-" Santino started but was cut off by another.

"Mr. D'Antonio. Your best weapon is John Wick. How did you even manage to get Mr. Wick? He worked for the Tarasovs, didn't he?"

Ah, so they wanted that weapon. Not actual weapons?

"He did. Let's just say he changed his mind after a while." Santino replied, trying not to show just how annoyed he was getting. Their looks. How they mocked him with those smiles and eye rolls of arrogance.

The one that asked him hummed in response, fidgeting with a pen he was holding. "A bigger territory for you, Mr. D'Antonio... for the Camorra, isn't necessary. Not now." They were ready to end the meeting, but Santino wasn't done, yet.

"It is necessary. We can have both clans work together again." Now, Santino seemed more nervous. Shit. He let them hear it in his voice. "Then give us your people. Give us John Wick."

He is absolutely not doing that. "No." Santino sighed, slightly shaking his head, "I won't do that." He glared at them. "Don't you have enough men?" He asked, fixing his tie out of habit. "We do." Another simply answered. "Then how about something else?" Santino suggested. However, they didn't want to listen.

"We're sorry. We don't have enough time for this." They literally stood up to leave, and Santino knew he couldn't do much. "Oh and Mr. D'Antonio, we hope everything stays well with your people. Especially with Wick."

Santino didn't like the sound of that. Didn't like anything about it. The fucking disrespect.

The fact they shaked hands and tapped his shoulder to disrespect him even more. Oh, it made Santino's blood boil.

John and Ares watched and nodded at them when they walked out of the room, Santino walked out last, and they both could see how he was not pleased at all.

'No?' Ares signed with an empathic expression. Santino looked at them both and just shaked his head "no".

"We're done here." Santino said, putting on his jacket that John gave him. John had a bad feeling, these people were up to no good, and he knows that. John was ready to grab his gun, but Santino called for him.

As they walked towards the car, Santino had already made few calls and was cursing in Italian, which was nothing new to Ares and John. "We're going back to New York this evening. They can't be trusted." Santino said as he got to the back seat.

Ares is the one driving one of his big cars, John next to her, looking at Santino on the rearview mirror. "What did they want?" John asked softly, the car started.

Santino sighed and rubbed his eyes before answering, "Something I can't give them." And John nodded.

During the whole car ride, Santino was quiet and looked pissed off, looking through the window, however making eye contact from time to time with John through the rearview mirror.

John had a worried look in his eyes, and Santino definitely knew that look. He looks at him like that every time something like this happens. One part of Santino wanted John to be next to him so he could calm him down. He's gonna be this moody the whole day, and he doesn't like that about himself.

John is the only one who manages to calm him down.

It didn't take them long to realize they are being followed with another car. "Cazzo. Are they seriously following us?" That made him even more angrier.

What was even their point? Just out of spite? Probably.

John already had a grip on his gun, "Do we stop and take care of them?" John asked, looking back. "Please do." Santino said. It would be nice to watch them die to a weapon they want.

Ares smiled at him through the rearview mirror in agreement. They need to blow some steam off.

Stopping the car next to an alley, John and Ares already got outside and started shooting. Santino watched them. Watched the way John put bullets in their heads like it was nothing. He could watch him in action every day.

And he does. Every chance he gets, he does.

Surprisingly, this was only one squad that was sent after them. Well, they were sent to their deaths.

"Good job." Santino told them as they returned. "Just one squad." John said, "And amateurs. This didn't take long." Yeah, it was done quickly. "I could tell." Santino looked a bit less pissed off, and John was glad.

"I'm not giving them my best weapon." Santino said quietly as John walked by. "That's what they wanted?" John whispered. "Yeah." Santino replied, fixing John's tie that got loosened.

"I wouldn't work for anyone else." John said, giving him a small smile. "That's what I want to hear." Santino was ready to pull his tie, to get him closer.

But got interrupted with Ares clearing her throat. 'Seriously?' She signed and rolled her eyes. Santino huffed a chuckle, letting go of John's tie. "Don't look if you don't like it." He also just wanted to see her reaction. "I like you, too. Don't worry." Santino laughed a little, patting her shoulder.

The rest of the car ride seemed to finally be a bit more relaxed. Yet, Santino seemed to be lost in his thoughts, again. He looked worried at some point. John wondered if it was still about this meeting today or something else. Or both.

Santino doesn't seem to catch a break.

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Academic Rival x Reader (Prolly Part 1 of Many)

Warnings: Dumb middle school/high school jokes, crude humor, cursing, reader's implied to be female

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"Mitosis has one cycle," you say, when you look over his paper. He stops writing, and looks at you annoyed.

"Of course you'd know that, Miss Perfect-Pants," he scoffs, and angrily erases his answer.

"You were bragging about scoring a hundred on last unit's quiz!" you retort. He tells you to shut up.

The teacher may have thought that seating you two next to each other was the world's greatest idea. It was clearly not. The two of you argued every day. Over who got the "short chair" -- it was always you because he said Women's History Month was over. Or over who would go up and grab the worksheets for the two of you -- it was always him because you claimed the end of Women's History Month meant that you were now incapable of being independent. Or over who got the right answers for last night's homework -- it was always you because his dumb ass couldn't remember the difference between mitosis and meiosis.

"Why'd Mr. J even sit us next to each other?" he says spitefully. He looks at you. "Maybe you were just failing that bad and he decided sitting you next to me would bring your grade up."

"Excuse you, but I have the highest grade in this class," You protest.

"What's your grade?" He always does this, trying to prove that he's better than you are.

"A perfect one hundred" you give him a shit-eating grin, knowing you've beat him the moment his cocky grin drops suddenly.

He snorts. "I helped you earn it." He remembers what happened that day. Initially, he'd made fun of you when you frantically emptied out your backpack on the table the two of you shared, only to realize you'd left your worksheet at home.

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"Jeezus, this isn't your bedroom, y'know. You can't just make a mess in the classroom," he rolled his eyes.

"Can you shut up? I'm trying to find something!" You looked worried. Very worried. He just laughed at you.

"What did someone forget their P.O.G.O.S. assignment?" He said, in a mocking voice. His cocky expression dropped when you turned to face him.

"Yes. Are you happy now?!" You shouted. Your eyes were red, and he could tell you were blinking back tears.

He never took you for a crier. In fact, he was sure that you never cried. But this was your grade we were talking about, so he could kind of understand your frustration. And from the looks of it, this was the first time you'd ever forgotten to bring an assignment for school, ever. "Are you crying?" he asks.

"No!" You quickly turn so that you're looking down at your backpack again, as if you hadn't already sifted through it and looked through every folder and notebook you had.

If you thought you were convincing, he clearly didn't agree. This was probably why you weren't on the speech and debate team. Or in drama.

He stared at his own P.O.G.O.S. worksheet that sat in front of him on his side of the desk, and then back at you. He grabbed his pencil and erased his name, quickly scrawling yours to replace it. Then he slid it under the mess that you'd created with your folders and notebooks and stationary, while trying to find your own worksheet.

He waited for you to give up hope. He didn't have to wait long. It must've been three minutes until he heard you sigh dejectedly, and put back all your belongings neatly into your bag, unearthing his -- well now your -- worksheet. You stared at it for a moment, and turned to him.

"Dude what is this?" you asked. "This is yours."

"Yours now."

"Did you really think I'd be dumb enough to think it's mine?" You frowned. "Take it back before-"

"No, YOU take it before I change my mind, shit-face," he said. Despite his harsh words, you could definitely tell that he was really being nice for once. "It has your name on it. It's officially yours."

"Wow, thanks," you said sarcastically, and made a face at the name he called you. "But what about your grade...?"

"I'll be fine," he waved it off. "I'll tell Mr. J my dog peed on it or something and get another packet. I don't mind turning it in a day late. And plus, you look pathetic, crying over a stupid worksheet."

You eyed him suspiciously. "What are you trying at?"

"Nothing. Just tryna save me from embarrassment. I don't want to sit next to someone crying over a late assignment." he said, flicking your forehead.

You retract and your face scrunches up when his middle finger flicks your forehead. "I hate you."

"Like hell you do."

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"You insisted," you shoot back. "It's on you."

He rolls his eyes and decides to change the topic. "Anyways, AP exams are coming up. I'm going to be studying at the library on R Street with a couple of friends. You coming?"

"Are you asking me to hang out with you?" Now it's your turn to snort.

"You can bring a friend," he shrugs. "I didn't organize this, my friend did. You know Gurthie?" You nod "Yeah well, she asked me to invite as many people as possible."

"Okay, but why invite me? I thought you were determined to get a better score?" You smirk, and start packing up. There's only one minute left until the bell rings.

"Oh I am," his smile's a little too friendly... almost mocking. "But you'll need the extra help." You make a face and he laughs, then looks at you in the eyes. "So you're coming?"

"Sure." You didn't say it but you were now determined to get a higher score than him on the AP exam. "I'll bring Kauai."

"Oh-"

"See you there," you grin as the bell rings. You sling your backpack over one shoulder and leave.

Truth be told, he wouldn't think that worked. He half-expected you to say no, but now, he'd get to see you for an extra day. A whole six days (instead of the usual five)! You were bringing Kauai, of course, so there was a downside, but still, a whole four hours with you sounded like heaven. Now he just needed to bring his A-game. For you and the exam practice.

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What a Teez - Wooyoung

Pairing: bratty!Wooyoungxfem!Reader

Genre: smut. just smut. (MINORS DNI!)

Contents: (unprotected) oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, slight degradation, petnames (slut, babe, brat), mentions of a third person joining (San), teasing, edging, praise, two brats in action

Word count: 3.4k

Part 2 of Stuck Together (but you can read this as a standalone)

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"This boy has got to be kidding me," you said out loud in a frustrated tone.

You had been trying to fall asleep since forever, tossing and turning in your bed. But the one thing keeping you up was the noise coming from Wooyoung's bedroom.

His bed stood right against the wall between your rooms and while you were used to his shrieking laugh when he watched some series in the middle of the night, this time it was a different sound that kept you from falling asleep.

Hushed moans and the audio of what you were pretty sure is some porn he was watching seeped through the paper thin walls and eliminated any others thoughts you might have had in your head.

Usually, you would have just been annoyed at this disturbance. But the problem was that your little game of truth or dare yesterday had left you quite needy. Sharing all those secrets with the boys had turned you on more than you thought it would. And now Wooyoung's moans made you wish that you were the one making him sound like this.

What is wrong with you? You are just friends.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes as if that could relieve you from your guilty thoughts. But it didn't.

For a while you thought he might finish soon anyway and then you could get to sleep in peace. But with every passing minute you arousal only grew and Wooyoung's moans didn't seem to falter at all.

Without being able to use your brain properly you finally got up from your bed and left the room to knock on his door vigorously. For a moment there was only silence before a strained "Wait" sounded from the room.

Wooyoung opened the door in only his pyjama bottoms. His cheeks were flushed and he looked wildly annoyed before he noticed that it's you in front of his door and his expression changed to a puzzled one.

You pushed him into the room and closed the door behind you making him look even more confused. You were not about to talk about this with him in the middle of the hallway.

"For god's sake can you be a little quieter when you're getting yourself off? I'm trying to sleep next door!"

Embarrassment flashed over his face for a short moment before his signature cocky smile replaced it.

"And you needed to come over personally to tell me that? You sure you didn't come to join?" He raised his eyebrows challengingly.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at his complacent attitude even though his words made you blush slightly. He kind of had a point.

"I didn't want to wake up the whole dorm banging on the walls," you explained but you already turned back towards the door. It was a bad idea to come here. "Whatever, just be quiet."

"But I'm not finished yet." You could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at him.

This brat has some fucking nerves, you thought as you faced him again.

"Well, that's hardly my problem."

Wooyoung stepped closer to you while poking his tongue through his cheek in a smug expression. "Really? It looks like you made it your problem."

His boldness and the fact that his toned abs were within arm's reach made heat rise inside of you and you couldn't think of anything smart to answer in time. Instead you swallowed hard and made the mistake of letting your eyes flicker over his naked torso for just the fraction of a second. But it was long enough for him to notice.

He laughed in disbelief: "Shit. You're horny aren't you? That's why you couldn't just stay in your own bed. You were thinking of me."

Seeing him so full of himself, you suddenly regained your ability to speak.

"Wow. Your ego is even bigger than your mouth. If you think I'm turned on by you nutting to some videos in the middle of the night you really are delusional."

You didn't know if he saw right through your lies or if he was just so confident that he continued with his following actions. He closed the distance between you and pushed you back by your shoulders, pinning you against the wall.

The sudden movement startled you and you couldn't stop a surprised moan from escaping your throat. Wooyoung's grin was now dripping in cockiness.

"You sure about that? You sound pretty needy to me." He eyed you up and down, his gaze pausing on your lips for a long moment. His face was only inches from yours and his upper body radiated so much heat that you could feel it on your own skin. Your pulse started racing while you suppressed the urge to touch his body.

"Fuck you, Wooyoung."

He laughed at your unoriginal response. "You don't even deny it? I know I turn you on. I can see it in your eyes."

Your body was telling you to just give in. To tell him that he was right and that you wanted him to fuck you senseless. But you were so annoyed with his self-confidence that you didn't allow pride to give in just yet. Instead you planned a counter attack.

Keeping a straight face, you grabbed right between his legs and caught his erection in the palm of your hand. He jerked slightly and exhaled in surprise.

"And what about you? Am I making you this hard or are you just so touch-deprived that the bare presence of a woman turns you into a narcissistic brat."

For a moment you made him lose his composure. His eyes widened and his mouth was slightly open but no sound escaped. Unfortunately, he recovered faster than you anticipated. Harshly grabbing your wrist Wooyoung yanked your hand away from him and pinned it against the wall only to be followed by your other hand. You let him trap you in his hold.

God damn, I enjoy this way too much.

"You are calling me a brat? You have no idea how much I want to shut that dirty little mouth of yours."

"I can assure you, that desire is mutual."

After that sentence your lips suddenly clashed together. You couldn't tell who started it but you guessed you both just couldn't bear the tension any longer. Wooyoung's mouth felt hot on yours as you both started fighting for dominance in your sloppy embrace.

When his tongue entered your mouth you let out a suffocated moan and surrendered to him. He let go of both your hands, his right hand grabbing your waist tightly instead and his left holding the back of your head to pull you even deeper into the kiss.

You buried one hand in his messy hair and finally let the other run over his toned chest. His silky skin felt like heaven under your fingers.

Not breaking your kiss Wooyoung led you over to his bed and proceeded to half-throw-half-push you onto it. He followed immediately, hovering over you with a hungry expression.

"Damn, I was right," he teased you before starting to kiss his way down your neck to the neckline of your shirt greedily.

"Shut up, before I rethink this whole thing," you responded while trying to suppress your moans when he let his tongue run over your sensitive skin.

He halted his movements and took your chin in his hand, making you look at him. "I'm a hundred percent sure that you enjoy my sassy mouth so I'm definitely not gonna shut up."

You rolled your eyes at him in reaction but you knew damn well that he was right. He was just as annoying as he was dangerously attractive and charismatic which mixed into a wicked potion you just couldn't resist.

Wooyoung started to grab the hem of your shirt but looked up at you before removing it. Lifting up your upper body you nodded at him and let him tug it off of you.

His eyes started to sparkle as he soaked in the view of your naked chest beneath him. His plump lips made their way down to your breasts. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and alternated between sucking on it and circling it with his tongue while he massaged the other with his hand.

You threw your head back into the pillows and lifted your hips hoping to find some friction to satisfy the burning desire in your core. Wooyoung noticed your movement and lowered his hips onto yours. His length was now painfully hard as he started to grind himself onto you and you wished that his sweatpants were thinner so that you could feel him better.

„Please stop teasing me we both have suffered long enough," you pleaded.

He lifted his head from your chest slowly and grinned at you: „But isn't the suffering half the fun?"

You glared at him and tugged on the hem of his sweatpants making it snap back onto his skin with a slapping sound.

„Take these off before I feel the need to punch you again."

Wooyoung shook his head at you but got up to remove both his sweatpants and boxers at once anyway. You wanted to do the same and just finish taking off the rest of your clothes when you were startled by looking at him.

His cock was much larger than what you had felt through his pants. The thought of him burying it inside of you made you shiver in anticipation.

Damn, and I always thought that he talked so much to compensate for his size.

"Speechless?" he asked with a cocky grin and poked his tongue through the inside of his cheek.

"Oh, you will be in a second," you snapped back and sat up on the bed to grab his cock and start licking the tip of it.

You felt Wooyoung's legs slightly shudder at the sudden touch and he released a deep moan while closing his eyes. You took him into your mouth as deep as you could and started moving up and down his shaft while looking straight at him from your low position. As soon as he opened his eyes again he growled at the sight of your mouth on him and you chuckled, only making him tense up more due to the vibrations.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he managed to say in between multiple grunts and you took him even deeper into your mouth, moaning at his praise. His tip hit the back of your throat but you loved the feeling of him blocking your airway temporarily and continued to deep throat him until your gag reflex got too much to handle and you had to move away, continuing to slowly pump his cock with your hand.

He looked down at you in disbelief. "If I had known how desperate you are for my cock, I would have pinned you to the wall way sooner."

"I'm not desperate for your cock. I'm just desperate in general," you answered but he shoved you back onto the bed.

"Shut up, little slut." You shuddered at the way he spat that word at you.

With that Wooyoung dove into your pussy and you sure could not create a cohesive sentence any longer. His tongue gently lapped at your clit making you shudder beneath him uncontrollably. He slowly added a finger inside of you and moaned when he realized how wet you were.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he stated just before continuing to pleasure you with his tongue and adding a second finger to your core.

You were so desperate for release from all the teasing and bickering between you that his touch made you melt underneath him within seconds. You already felt heat washing over your entire body and a pulsating tension building up in your core. When he sped up the movements of his fingers and curled them inside of you you released a pleading moan as you felt your orgasm nearing.

But before he satisfied your needs, Wooyoung removed both his hand and his tongue from you, leaving you extremely needy and mildly angry.

"Fuck, Wooyoung! I was close."

"I know," he snickered. "But I want you to come on my cock and not my fingers."

You breathed in harshly at his words. Meanwhile he reached for his bedside table roaming around in the drawers throwing out a package of tissues and some crumbled up notes before finding what he was looking for.

Condom in one hand he lowered himself over you, his face only inches from yours, dark eyes fixing you with a fierce gaze: "You still want this, babe?" He lifted one of his eyebrows mischievously.

You could still see your wetness coating his lips and sweat glistening on his tan skin from the heat you two had created in the small room. You wanted him more than ever before. You tilted your head slightly to the side to whisper directly into his ear.

"Take me already."

Jaw clenched he continued to look into your eyes while he ripped open the condom packet and rolled the rubber onto himself. The fact that he didn't even had to look at his hands while doing so made his actions look like one of his cocky flexes. He knew exactly what he was doing. And he knew that you liked that.

Wooyoung then hovered over you aligning his tip with your entrance. As he slowly pushed himself into you he started to grin almost madly while you arched your back from his mattress and released a breathless moan. He stretched you out quite a bit but at this point you were so wet that it was not the least bit uncomfortable and you only felt pleasure from finally being filled up so well.

When he bucked his hips into you completely his tip hit your sweet spot effortlessly and a startled moan escaped you.

"God, you are so big," you said under your breath and his eyes sparkled in satisfaction at the compliment.

Wooyoung started to pound into you at a modest pace but every thrust hit as deep as it possibly could. You soon started to feel any coherent thought completely leave your mind. You snaked your hand into his hair only to pull him down into a kiss while he continued to fuck you mindless.

The kiss was sloppy and erratic and your teeth accidentally clashed a few times as you were both to focussed on your hips meeting each other. Your core was pulsating in warm, fuzzy pleasure that made your head dizzy and breath uneasy.

"Please, I'm so close..." you managed to say.

As if you had just challenged him, Wooyoung sped up his movements with a determined look in his eyes. At this pace his skin on yours was making loud slapping noises but none of you seemed to care enough to do anything about it. The tempo and intensity of his thrusts left you absolutely breathless.

"You take me so well, babe," Wooyoung told you and his sudden praise was the last thing you needed to get over the edge. It felt like you fell into an ocean of pure serotonin. For a second you couldn't feel your own body anymore and instead you were drowning in pleasure, vision littered with black splotches.

When he slowed down to make you ride out your high, you felt yourself gasping for air. You never had thought that you would be in this position. Lying under Wooyoung and completely loosing your mind at every single one of his words and actions.

Looking back at him you saw a more than satisfied smile decorate his face and much to your annoyance it made him look even more attractive.

"Tell me how that felt, babe," he asked while thrusting into you lazily, his eyes in a haze.

You considered answering with a cheeky remark but he did his job way too good and your thoughts were still too clouded to think of something.

"Fuck, you feel so good Wooyoung. I don't think anyone ever made me come that hard."

"Good. Because I can do even better."

With that he flipped you two around, making you straddle his hips. At this angle he felt even deeper inside of you and Wooyoung didn't give you a single second to adjust before pounding into you from beneath.

A way too loud moan escaped your throat before you could clutch your own hand over your mouth. He chuckled at you in satisfaction.

"If you continue to be this noisy, San next door will know about this before I can even tell him how good I fucked you."

Your eyes widened at his statement. The thought of him telling San about your little hook-up turned you on massively, to your own surprise, and you could feel yourself getting even wetter.

"Who knows, maybe he'll come over to join us if I get you to scream."

Your legs were shaking now and you had never had to force yourself to stay quiet as much as in this moment. You knew that if you removed your hand from your mouth right now, you would wake up the entire fucking dorm.

Wooyoung relished in your flustered state and took it as a sign to pick up his pace once again. As one of his hands gripped onto your hip tightly the other moved down to your core only to rub slow but firm circles around your clit.

Your head fell back into nothingness and your hands desperately grabbed for his toned torso to not lose your balance on top of him. You could already feel your second orgasm building up and you couldn't wait for him to drive you over the edge once again.

You looked back at Wooyoung and with the last bit of control you had left you started grinding yourself down onto him in tune with his rhythm. He groaned under you in response and you could see his jaw tensing up in concentration.

"You look so pretty bouncing up and down my cock like that," he managed to say making you clench around him.

You know you were both close and you also knew exactly what would drive him towards his release.

"You fuck me so good, Wooyoung. Please make me come one more time, I can't get enough of you."

It was like something inside him snapped as he started to pound into you mercilessly. You felt his cock starting to twitch as he released himself inside of you but he didn't stop his thrusts until you fell onto his chest burying your face in his neck to suffocate your never-ending moans. Your entire body was shaking and you couldn't hold yourself up any longer.

Wooyoung traced his hands around your back in mindless patterns as both of you slowly regained your breath and came down from your highs. Once you sounded somewhat calm again he carefully rolled you onto your side and pulled out of you.

When he got up to dispose of the condom you felt cold and lonely without his presence. Still you forced yourself to sit up and look around for your scattered clothes.

He turned back around to you when you were currently throwing on your shirt, but you noticed you put it on backwards and sighed in defeat.

"What are you doing?" he asked seriously.

"Getting dressed...?"

"You're staying here for tonight," he answered while putting on his boxers. You looked at him confused.

"I need you to cuddle."

His cute little smile melted your heart and when he climbed back into the bed behind you you let him drag you down into the pillows again. You were way to exhausted to resist. His arm rested on your waist as he cuddled into you from behind.

"Wooyoung?"

"Hm?"

"This won't make things awkward between us, right?"

He chuckled before he answered: "Don't worry, I didn't fall for you. You're not that irresistible."

You elbowed him jokingly but nestled into his arms even more afterwards.

"Good. Because I want us to stay the chaotic type of friends we are."

"Don't worry, me too. Looks like the hormones just got a hold of both of us." His voice sounded lazy now and you could hear his breaths getting slower and more regular.

"One last thing," you added before emitting a long yawn.

"Hmm?"

"I know you'll tell San anyway, but please don't tell the others. It would be..."

"Weird?"

"Yeah..."

"Got it, no problem."

"Thank you. Good night, Wooyoung."

"Good night, brat."

You chuckled before finally closing your eyes and matching your breaths to Wooyoung's slow and stable ones. Before you could think of what just happened any longer, you were already asleep.

────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──────

Other parts of Stuck Together

[hotcoffeetransformation]

Douchebro Epidemic: Patient Zero

Maximum Genetic Research Facility: 4:50 PM

The scientists at the research facility were currently in the process of closing up shop, putting away chemicals, returning test subjects to their cages, and doing tons and tons of security checks, making sure none of the highly volatile chemicals and formulas they were working on were compromised in any way. At least, that's what most of them were doing.

Eric Swinton had had a long, long day at work and he couldn't wait to be home. Another day, another 8 hours of fruitless research into the head scientist's impossible dream of a so called "vitality serum", which he somehow thought could be achieved with a mix of testosterone and a bath of other chemicals. It was absolutely ridiculous, and everyday Eric cursed being assigned to the project. So, in his bad mood, he wasn't taking much care in putting everything away and locking it up properly, not noticing when he spilled a vial of the formula on the counter, not even when he accidentally ran his hand through some of it. As he left, he noticed his hand was wet, but assumed it was water, wiping it off on his clothes while he raced to catch his bus.

As he waited for the bus, he felt a tickle in the back of his throat, and coughed slightly into his hand, clearing it for a few minutes before it came back. So he sat there, coughing repeatedly, not realizing that as he did so, they got more and more frequent over time. Still, he was unperturbed by this, assuming that he probably just picked up some sort of bug as he was riding the bus in the morning. Its not like the lab was working on any infectious disease at the moment, so he had nothing to worry about.

So, Eric remained blissfully unaware of what was happening to him as he climbed onto the bus, still coughing lightly, but completely unaware of the other side effects happening to him. Normally a 50 year old, stocky, balding man, Eric's body was seemingly completely rejecting those facts, as his appearance was quickly shifting towards that of someone half his age or less. The hair on his head grew, the thin, almost nonexistent grey becoming a stylish, thick brown. The fat that he'd built up over years of drinking and not exercising was melting off his body, being replaced with hard, lean muscle. Even his face was looking like that of someone who was at most 22: Smooth skin, nice eyes, and with none of the roundness previously characteristic of the scientist.

Perhaps, however, Eric wasn't noticing the frequent physical changes , because of the mental changes occurring simultaneously as he sat on that crowded public bus. His thoughts slowed gradually, becoming less and less intelligent, as his reality shifted in his own mind from a respected scientist who had worked at the lab for many years, to a kid who just signed up for a side job at this stupid lab for a couple months. And with the decreased intelligence, came a sudden increase in cockiness as well. Who were those eggheads at the lab to boss him around? Those dumb old fucks wasted their lives researching all this stupid shit instead of living, and they wanted to take that frustration out on him, just cause he knew how to actually enjoy his life. So fucking annoying. You know what? Tomorrow he'd march into that head scientist's office and tell him that if he wanted him to stay, then he could suck his fucking dick, cause there was nothing else at that dead end job worth staying for.

He slowly chuckled to himself at the thought. The guy would be so pissed if he said that, probably screaming at him to get out, but it would be worth it. Or maybe the guy would blush and say yes, completely making a fool of himself. Not like Eric would actually let him do it, no way he'd ever go for a guy that old.

And so, by the end of his ride on the bus, Eric was a completely different man, though his cough had finally subsided, and he had a much more enjoyable life to look forward to now. He got off the bus quickly, ready to have a fun night, and probably hit the club's later, when he heard a voice call "Eric, hold on!" from behind him.

He turned around, to say a very overweight man

in a suit jacket and a tie behind him, his next door neighbor in the apartment building, Josh. Josh was a nice guy, actually, even if he tried a bit too hard to be one of the young guys, and had gotten Eric the job at the lab, in fact. They often took the same bus home as well, so Eric saw him fairly frequently, though now Josh was walking up to him, worried.

"Are you okay, I heard you coughing a lot on the ride home. Are you coming down with something, do ya think?"

Eric laughed his concern off nonchalantly, saying

"Nah bro, I think I just had something caught in my throat. I'm all good now. Thanks for asking though, bro, you're really nice~" before heading up to his apartment swiftly. Immediately he knew the first thing he wanted to do as well. He stripped off his dumb ass work uniform, put on a pair of hot pink shorts, and went to his bathroom to take a mirror selfie, giving a cocky expression and flipping off the mirror.

Satisfied with the result, he smiled, opening up instagram to upload it alongside his dozens of other thirst trap photos that had garnered him thousands of followers. As he was typing in the caption, (Last day of work! Gonna quit tomorrow, so fucking excited!), he heard coughing coming from the wall that separated his and Josh's apartment, but he paid it no mind, sending the post off to the world, before heading back to his bedroom to get ready for a fun night...

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[climbing-starrs]

"oh shit, why did i enjoy that" and antihero???

cw -> alcohol, kinda suggestive

Of all things he'd thought about spending the rest of his evening doing, finding himself drinking with a now practically-shitfaced Jackie sure as hell wasn't on his list.

Anti couldn't really remember the reason Jackie'd decided to come over at all—something stupid to do with the other guys, he figured—but as soon as the topic of sharing a drink or two (or three..) came up it didn't take much time for both of them to end up more than a little tipsy. Jackie paced almost restlessly across the small living room of the apartment, ranting on about who-knows-what (seeing as it mostly consisted of constantly jumping from one topic to another) to him as Anti struggled to keep up with the hero's words, only staring at him with an annoyed glare from where they sat at the edge of the old couch.

"Jackie."

"The thing is, though, he didn't even try to seem hurt! The dude was literally only putting on that act to get my attention when I could've been—"

"Jackie!"

"—What??"

"Shut the fuck up before I cut your tongue out myself," Anti lets out an exasperated sigh, bringing his hands up to rub at his face, dragging them down his cheeks as he looked back up to Jackie.

"What the hell's your problem??" Jackie huffs out in response, waving his near-empty glass as he spoke and finally pausing from pacing to step back towards Anti, glaring down to him in obvious offense.

"My problem—" Anti starts, pulling himself up from the edge of the couch to meet his glare, and despite the slight bit of height Jackie had compared to him he effectively pushes him back by stepping closer, Jackie letting out a faint huff as he backs up.

"—Is that you don't seem to know when to take a hint and fucking stop talking. You're giving me a god damned migraine just trying to listen."

Jackie scoffs loudly, and for the first time that night he struggled to find his words with a stammer, his cheeks blushing deeper in color as Anti practically backed him up into the corner. Trying to brush it off, though, he stubbornly holds the glare down to Anti as they look back up with a raised brow in slight amusement.

"Cat finally got your tongue? Who knew it was that easy to shut you up, wonderboy. I can't tell if you're afraid of me or if you really just do this shit on purpose," He sneers, looking up to Jackie's flushed face with a shiteating grin, "..I'm not hearing a 'no'."

As Anti steps closer, nearly pinning the hero up against the wall, Jackie can only feel his face heat up even more. Especially when Anti lets out a loud snort of a laugh, "Wow, you really are, huh? What, was that the whole reason you came here in the first place? You must be really desp—"

Anti's breath hitches as he's suddenly and roughly grabbed by the collar of his shirt, in no time finding himself practically shoved up against the same wall he'd had Jackie backed into and the feeling of the hero's lips against his.

For a reason he himself couldn't quite put his finger on, Anti doesn't struggle outside of the initial shock, even snaking one hand up around the back of Jackie's neck to tangle in his green hair as if to pull him impossibly closer, humming into the rough kiss.

It felt like minutes passed before Jackie finally pulls away from Anti again, still holding them with their back pressed to the wall as Anti huffs breathlessly, bringing his free hand up to touch his lip to check for bleeding (it sure felt like he was, anyway). As it comes back clean, however, Anti meets the hero's gaze again with a still slightly-cocky, though also shocked expression, letting out a faint chuckle to himself, "..fuck, wonderboy, why'd I enjoy that?"

Jackie breathes a soft 'shut up,' to him in response, readjusting his hold on him before pulling the glitch into another kiss not long after he'd caught his breath.

[eryiss]

Summary: Forced to be sociable by his so called friends, Laxus finds himself attending a five week cooking class. An insulting and stupid idea, and one he resents them for doing. He would have thrown it in their faces, if it weren’t for the smug prick teaching the class, with his handsome face, delectable body, and annoyingly enticing way of keeping Laxus on his toes. [Fraxus One Shot]

Notes: Hi. I wrote this on my phone while sitting on the beach, so who knows how it’ll turn out. But it’s got them both being cocky, both being flirty, and both being in love, so what else could you want. Hope you all enjoy it.

Links: FFN, Ao3

Set To Boil

Or: 4 Times Freed taught Laxus a recipe, & 1 time Laxus returned the favour

Week One - Pizza

"Laxus, you need to get out more."

"Laxus, there's no reason for you not to give it a try."

"Laxus, you're an antisocial brat and you need to get out more."

Fuck them all. Fuck Evergreen for her haughty sense of self belief. Fuck Bickslow for having no tact and being and coming up with good points. Fuck Makarov in particular, for being a rude old coot who threatened to change the damn lock. And when Laxus found out which of the interfering bastards had been the one to come up with this stupid idea, then fuck them too.

It was ridiculous. Yes, perhaps Laxus had become somewhat insular as of late. Maybe his friends had been putting in more effort than him as of late, but it was important. He was newly hired in his sports journalism career, and he needed to focus on his writing.

What he did not need was a five week cooking course!

Why the hell did cooking courses even exist anymore? If you wanted to learn to cook, there was this brilliant new invention called a computer. They had hundreds of step by step recipes, none of which required Laxus to trudge through a damn rec-centre at eight at night!

Seriously, fuck them all.

He was late, too. The bus had missed his stop, and as such he was now ten damn minutes late. He was half-tempted to leave the rec-centre before he found his classroom - Ever, Bicks and Makarov wouldn't find out if he didn't use the damn voucher, after all - but then he would have to spend the next five weeks thinking of ways to pass the time every Thursday night. He really needed to move out of Makarov's damn apartment; the old bastard apparently had nothing better to do than to keep tabs on him. Bastard.

He was in front of the classroom door before he knew it, and he faulted. Dammit, why had he agreed to do this? Why couldn't the bus have gotten him there on time? Why was he nervous about this?

No; he was a grown man dammit. Fuck his nerves,

With false confidence, he walked into the classroom. Eight benches, all with sinks, ovens, cooktops, an array of cutlery and equipment, and a basket of ingredients filled the space. Five people stood behind some of the benches, and Laxus somewhat guilty slinked towards the nearest bench, at the back of the classroom.

"Mr Dreyar, I presume," A voice, deliciously smooth with underlying authority, made Laxus pause.

He looked up to see a man standing at the front of the room, behind a larger and more professional looking cooking worktop, and Laxus paused. If you were to encapsulate all of Laxus' ideal qualities in a man, his new teacher was apparently as close a person could come. Tall, obviously with some muscle, tight and sharp facial features, a little pale, and with long hair. He wore a button up shirt that hugged his form, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off a near-indecent amount of his forearms. He was quirking his eyebrow towards Laxus, and he felt ensnared by the expression.

Dammit, of course. Almost every other cooking class in the country would inevitable be taught by a homely housewife or a tedious Ramsay wannabe, but not his. He gets a stud with veiny forearms, high cheekbones, and narrowed eyes that made Laxus shiver.

He couldn't justify it, but Laxus was inclined to blame his grandfather for that.

"There's a bench up here, if you'd like to take it," The teacher said, motioning towards one of the cooking stations at the front of the room. Laxus cringed; even in school, he'd been one of the kids who sat at the back. That wasn't a habit he was ready to lose.

"I'd rather stay here, if it's all the same to you," Laxus mumbled, annoyed at himself for not speaking clearly. There was something about teachers that just… what did you call someone who intimidated you but also kind of excited you at the same time?

God, this was going to be awful.

"And I prefer it if my students arrived to my lessons on time," The teacher smirked a little, and Laxus almost stuttered in search of a reply. "And, as tends to happen with a student who shows up late on the first day, you'll likely act out further. As such, I want you close by so I can keep you on the straight and narrow," He tapped his finger on the surface twice. "This counter, please."

Though only a few steps, the walk to the counter at the front of the room was humiliating, it served to make the asshole teacher appear less hot, if nothing else. Because Laxus definitely did not like a man who knew how to be firm with him.

This was going to be hell, wasn't it?

At his assigned counter, Laxus felt a little lost. Nestled in the ingredients was a recipie - they were making pizza, apparently - and Laxus slightly found himself floundering. The cooking lessons weren't just to make him more sociable; he had no idea how to cook.

The teacher, who was looking at him from behind his work surface, sighed and approached Laxus. In his hand, he held a chopping board with what appeared to be a large mound of dough. He placed it before Laxus, who drowned down at it.

"Normally I would have taught you how to make dough yourself, but my plan's require the full hour," The teacher said, as if that was an explanation. "Rather than you lagging behind and not getting the whole experience, you should start from the same point everyone else is at. So put yourself to work and start to kneed this. It'll require a few more minutes to get to the right consistency."

Laxus looked down at the dough, grinding his teeth. Kneeding was rubbing it, right? And occasionally you punch it? That didn't sound right.

"Like this," The teacher said, pulling the chopping board towards him. He started to kneed the dough - it wasn't what Laxus thought it was - and the attraction came back with a sudden force. God dammit, why did his sleeves have to hug his biceps like that? That just wasn't fair.

The dough was pushed towards him again, and Laxus rolled up his sleeves and started to emulate what the teacher had done. The teacher didn't leave, and Laxus squirmed a little under, and found himself speaking to fill the silence.

"I ain't gonna learn, y'know," His mouth said before his brain could intercept. "Don't give a shit about cooking."

That a'boy Laxus. Turn up late, fail at a basic thing, and insult the guy's career. Real classy.

"You will." The teacher said, as if it were undeniable.

"I will?" Laxus scoffed.

"You will," The teacher repeated, smirking, "Once you realise what a good home cooked meal taste like, you'll be desperate to learn what else you can do."

"You seem awfully confident about that…" He drifted off; he didn't even know the damn guys name,

"Freed," The teacher supplied. "And I am confident. You'll love cooking by the end of it. I'm sure."

"You talk a big game," Laxus chuckled a little. He almost forgot he was kneeding the dough, but Freed looked down at his hands and grinned a little, which got Laxus to pause. Just because he was kneeding dough it didn't mean he cared; it was basically a workout. That was all, and Freed needed to know that. "If you're that sure, then I'm gonna insist you eat everything I make, no matter how shitty it turns out to be."

"So long as you don't sabotage yourself on purpose, I can agree to that."

Well, Laxus had slightly wanted to make Freed eat combinations of food that tasted like crap, but this could work. Laxus really was that bad of a cook, Freed might not be able to know the difference.

"Deal," Laxus nodded, offering Freed a hand to shake. The chef did so immediately, with a firm squeeze and… oh damn, those veins!

——

Week Two - Curry

Laxus had been right. Even putting in the effort and following the recipie as best he could, he was still a shitty cook. Unless, of course, a curry was meant to be accompanied by a waft of dark, burning smoke when you opened up the oven. Laxus coughed a little as he removed the dish from the oven, placing it on the counter top while shutting the oven door with his foot,

Freed was storming over immediately, flapping at the smoke with a dish towel and immediately turnoff the extractor fan on to suck up the smoke before it reached the detector. He had previously been working with a pink haired bastard, who was snickering at Laxus' failure. Asshole.

"What on earth did you do to it?" Freed demanded, more confused than angry.

"I followed her recipe," Laxus retorted indignantly. "Can't blame me."

"Everyone else has the same recipe and they've managed fine," Freed muttered under his breath. "Explain to me what happened."

Laxus bit down the instinct to tell Freed to choke on something, patronising ass that he was. He had made a deal with Freed the week prior that he would do what he could to make the most of the lessons, and he would enjoy knowing how to make a few meals, so admitting his mistakes was something that he would have to do. Even if it was to a smug, ego-centred teacher who Laxus could definitely take in a fight without breaking a sweat,

Maybe he should suggest some boxing lessons. Laxus had given up pro fighting the year before, but kept it up for fun. If Freed was acting like Laxus was stupid for not knowing the basics of cooking, Laxus would act like Freed was stupid when he didn't understand how to box.

Fantasising about punching Freed in the stomach - which was no doubt toned and sexy as hell - made talking through the process easier. Freed wore a slight frown, apparently not seeing anything wrong with what he had done. Laxus was about to boast that he was right, and that it was Freed's instructions that had gotten the burned pile of mush that filled the room with smoke, but Freed's expression turned to one of understanding when he looked at the oven,

"These work on Celsius, you set it as though you were using Fahrenheit," Freed explained. "You essentially nuked it."

Fuck. God-fucking-dammit!

He could have dealt with it if he was unable to do some cooking thing he'd never had to use before. But this? Misreading a piece of paper and setting the wrong temperature on the damn oven, how the hell had he managed to do that? It was humiliating! He was a grown ass adult, a retired sportsman who was forging a career to be respected. But an oven had made him look like an idiot who couldn't do anything for himself. Fucking brilliant.

With clenched fists, he rested against the workbench and leant on it with closed eyes. This was why he didn't do shit like this; he needed to keep in his lane and do what he was good at. Not cook, not have this weird hate-boner for his teacher. None of this.

"How soon after the class do you need to leave?" Freed asked, cutting through Laxus' spiralling thoughts. He frowned, but answered.

"Don't have any plans after."

"If we start again, we can have you finished ten minutes after class. That way it won't be an act of futility," Freed said, and rolled his damn sleeves up again. Thankfully he was moving around the counter, turning the oven down and fiddling with appliances fast enough to stop Laxus' eyes from lingering. "I can teach you how to spice things to your own tastes, as well. Normally that's next week, but I can advance you for your troubles."

"Advance me?" Laxus frowned. "Kinda need to be good at the basics first."

"You are, everything you said was correct. You made a small mistake that I should have noticed," Freed shrugged, walking to the counter he taught from and taking a box of ingredients to place on Laxus' desk. "I thought you'd learn better left to your own devices, and while I expect that was true, I shouldn't have left you alone. That was my mistake and as such, I'll amend it. We'll make a curry suited towards your tastes."

This was an olive branch, Laxus was sure of it. Freed had apparently noticed Laxus' shift of mood, and took the blame for Laxus' mistake. He was thankful of it, but it was still embarrassing.

Thankfully, a way of saving face had presented itself.

"I don't know if I can believe ya," He said with a small, somewhat forced smirk. "I mean, you don't have a record for keeping promises, do ya?"

"Don't I?"

"You told me you'd eat some of everything I made," Laxus shrugged, looking towards his pot of 'curry' that lay stagnant in the pot. It was grey, somehow. Food shouldn't be grey. "That was a lie."

Freed sighed, but didn't back down. He pulled a dessert spoon from one of the drawers, carefully scooped up some of the ruined mush and brought it towards his lips; damn they were pretty. He openly winced at the smell, swallowing preemptively as it got closer to his mouth. He glanced towards Laxus for a split second, who was watching him with crossed arms expectantly, and let out a resigned sigh. He opened his mouth, took in the spoon, then ate.

First he gagged, then he coughed, then he struggled to swallow. Even though Laxus had worked hard, and a small part of him thought Freed was exaggerating, he laughed at the reaction. Freed was fighting to keep the burned, disgusting food down. Once completely swallowed, he turned to Laxus with a wince.

"Delicious," He lied, trying to hide how thoroughly unhappy he was.

"If that's the case, there's plenty more," Laxus smirked, and Freed actually winced. That, of course, spurred Laxus on further. This was more fun than cooking. "Eat up, I don't mind."

Freed seemed to think for a moment, before standing up straight, rolling his back, and doing something Laxus never would have expected. He pulled out a plate and a ladle, scooped a portion large enough to fill two fully grown adults would struggle to finish no matter what the taste, and placed it on the countertop as if it was something to be proud of.

"A deal," Freed proposed. "I want to teach you one on one for the rest of the session. No distractions, no changing the subject, simply me telling you how to cook. Essentially, until you've cooked something successfully, I want your full attention."

Laxus nearly scoffed, Freed already had that. Instead, he said: "What's my 'delicious' curry got to do with that."

"If you make an attempt to distract me, to get out of lessons in some way, or continue with the mindset that this course is not suited to you, then for the rest of your time learning under me, you'll stay after class and clean everyone's dishes until I'm satisfied with the result."

Laxus winced a little. "And if I don't do any of that."

"I'll eat all of this," He motioned to the plate of ruined food. "And you may watch me do it."

Thinking for a moment, Laxus grinned. "Your funeral," He then glances at the food and winced. "Possibly literally."

Freed waved off the comment, stood beside Laxus with his new range of ingredients, and began explaining the basics of how to get a flavour you desired from your ingredients. On instinct Laxus wanted to taunt the man, suggesting the best way to get a flavour was with a take-out menu, but he managed to stop himself before the words slipped out. Mainly it was to avoid four weeks of dish washing, but also because he hasn't seen Freed like this. He was passionate when he spoke about cooking, and Laxus didn't want to ruin that.

And when Freed's arm slid against Laxus' as they moved, somehow at the same moment Freed looked at him with a genuine smile, Laxus felt shivers roll over him. This was… there were worse ways to spend a Thursday evening.

——

Week Three - Chicken Soup

"Y'know, if you're gonna make such a big deal about-" Laxus cut himself off. Holy shit.

He had been ready to blast into Freed about puntuality. Laxus had gotten to the class on time, only to see that Freed was not there. Eight minutes into the lesson, the door had opened, and Laxus was fully intending to lambast Freed about how much of a big deal it was when Laxus was late, and yet Freed was just as bad. He only stopped when he saw the state Freed was in. Because dammit, the man was drenched to the bone.

What the hell had happened to him? Sure it was raining, but Laxus knew he had a car, and surely the walk from the parking lot to the building hadn't been that bad. He looked like he'd gotten into a fight with a lake and lost.

"Everyone to your work stations please," Freed instructed, removing his coat as he walked to the front of the class. "I apologise for being late, but it shouldn't be too much of an imposition if we all focus."

Laxus was focusing. Focusing on the fact Freed's white shirt was clinging to his chest, showing off strong pecs and the taunting glimpse of a six-pack. It was a temp tight sight, and far too indecent for a classroom setting.

He shook his thoughts away. He needed to focus, because last week's lesson had proved a lot of things. One: Freed was willing to eat a whole plate full of disgusting food to prove a point, which wasn't relevant but Laxus still thought funny to think about him gagging and going green. Two: Freed was actually a damn good teacher, he just apparently hadn't know what Laxus needed from him until the latter half of the class. Three: Laxus actually could cook, if taught well. Because the second curry he'd made was indescribable, and it had tasted just as good when Laxus had cooked it two nights prior.

So, the lessons were actually working, and Laxus decided he was going to fully allow himself to be a student. Groping the teacher with his eyes wasn't going to help that, so Laxus remained quiet and let Freed explain the lesson.

To learn how to flavour things correct, they would all be making a series of different soups throughout the hour. Five basic recipes has been placed on their workspaces, and an entire array of spices, ingredients and flavourings had been scattered through the room. The point of the exercise was to follow the recipes, but also put other ingredients into their soups while doing it so that they can experiment with flavours. It was pretty smart, and Laxus felt like he had an advantage given Freed's impromptu lesson with spices the week before.

Once Freed stopped talking, they began cooking, and Laxus felt oddly confident in himself.

About ten minutes into the exercise, Freed made his way to Laxus' workstation. Wordlessly, he picked up a plastic ladle and scooped out a small amount of the soup Laxus had cooking. Laxus watched with only a small amount of anticipation as Freed brought the soup to his lips and swallowed it, and didn't focus on the flipping of his stomach as Freed smiled at him.

"It's very good," he praised, and Laxus did not preen at the words.

"Thanks," He muttered instead. "Any advice?"

Freed smiled a little at the request, placing the ladle in the small sink. "I'd use sea salt from now on, it'll bring out the flavour of the chicken more. But your instincts have served you well, it works very well together."

"Oh, thanks," Laxus mumbled awkwardly, and Freed didn't help by leaning over the table to look at Laxus' recipe, bring their faces far too close. Thank god the heat of the room has fixed the slight transparency of Freed's shirt, because knowing about the body below the clothes was tempting enough with him this close. If he could see the man's body, he might explode.

"You've put everything you've added onto this, haven't you?" Freed asked, tapping the recipe that had Laxus notes covering it. Laxus nodded weakly. "Then, if you can recreate it as it is now,I then it's time to experiment. Pick something at random to add and see what it tastes like. If it's bad, remake what you've already done."

"Anything huh?" Laxus quirked a brow. "You know you have to eat it, right? You wanna give me this much freedom after last week?"

"So long as you choose your ingredients thinking it will taste good, I'll uphold my agreement," Freed shrugged. "Though I must admit, I'd prefer not to spend the night with stomach cramps and a bucket beside my bed again, if avoidable."

Laxus barked out a laugh. "Kinda thought I'd killed ya when you didn't show up on time. What happened?"

"My car's broken down," Freed explained, looking over the herbs Laxus had added. "It took longer to get here than I expected."

"You walked in this?" Laxus glanced towards the heavy rainfall beating down on the windows.

"Indeed," Freed nodded. "Not my smartest decision."

Laxus winced a little at a roll of thunder exploded outside, apparently trying to make sure Freed knew just how stupid his decision had been. Freed didn't seem too bothered by it, though, and instead walked towards the old woman who worked behind Laxus, tasting her version of tomato soup and giving her advice on how to give it an extra kick.

The rest of the lesson continued on like that. Freed would work his way around the room, helping where he could. Laxus experimented on his soup, finding parmasean to be the missing ingredient.

Freed actually licked his damn lips after trying that. Did he know what he was doing to Laxus?

Once the lesson was over, the storm still lighting up the sky, Laxus walked to the door of the rec-centre. Freed was lingering there, wrapped up in a large red coat and clearly not looking forward to his walk home. Laxus understood that; the rain was so hard it probably would hurt to be under it.

"I'll drive ya home," Laxus said, his tone not leaving room to argue.

"What?" Freed asked. "No, that's not-"

"Didn't give you a choice, did I?" Laxus crossed his arms.

"You intend to kidnap me?" Freed joked.

"Yeah," Laxus nodded. "If you walk out in that, you're gonna get sick for no reason other than your own stubbornness. If that happens, the. Eat I can do for you is give you the recipe for this," he patted the container of chicken soup he held, "but I kinda think driving you might make more sense."

Freed considerd before speaking. "I insist on paying for gas, at least."

"Course you will, I ain't a cheap date."

The words came before Laxus could stop himself, and a flush of worry spread through him. Freed simply laughed, murmured a teasing "I expect not," and walked towards the door. He held it open for Laxus to walk through, and with a small grin, Laxus did so, with Freed by his side.

When the rain hit them, Laxus didn't care, and it certainly didn't diminish the silly smile that he hoped Freed couldn't see.

——

Week Four - Meringues

"What are you looking at, Laxus?"

Freed seemed amused as he spoke, and he walked towards Laxus' working area. Laxus had been trying to catch his teacher's eye for around a minute, with probably a stupid little grin on his face. He couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed about being caught out.

The drive home with Freed has been a long one - thirty minutes in the car; how long would it have been if he'd walked! - and they'd talked throughout. Laxus had learned that, until recently, Freed had been a professional chef for the TV show 'Sabertooth Chefs', a cooking competition watched by millions. He was off camera, making the meals that the celebrity judges claimed they had cooked to use as an example for their contestants. Apparently he quit because of a lack of passion.

That, and apparently Rufus Lore - the judge he cooked for - was obnoxious and could barely bake a loaf of bread if left on his own.

Laxus spoke about his own life. How he'd felt obligated to quit his pro-boxing career after a nasty head wound that resulted in his scar. How he was now a freelance writer who did sports analysis for some of the sports magazines and websites. Freed had seemed impressed, and claimed he'd watch out for his work.

They were closer now, and as such Laxus felt comfortable joking with him.

"I've got a question," he said when Freed was close. "You said you'd taste everything I cook, right? Well, for food, tasting something means you're experiencing it, right?"

"I suppose," Freed agreed, though seemed to know he was walking into a trap.

"Well, with meringues, you showed us that trick, right," Laxus smirked. "Where if you've made it correctly, you can turn the bowl over and the mixture won't fall out."

"Yes," Freed was wary now.

"Well, you also said for the best experience," he put emphasis on the word, "then you tip it up over your head. If you've done it right, it stays in the bowl. If you ain't, it covers ya."

"I did say that," Freed muttered.

"Well, if you're gonna experience everything I make, surely you should do it." He smirked; and pushed the bowel of mixture towards him.

Freed looked down, resignedly.

Then he perked up and reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin. He flipped it with flair and caught it, covering it before either of them could see the result.

"Heads or tails?" He requested, and Laxus chuckled.

"Heads."

Freed removed his hand, and Laxus let out a cry of triumph. He nudged the bowel towards Freed, grinning wide and ridiculous as Freed openly sighed. Laxus crossed his arms to hurry the man up, and it seemed to work.

With quick, resigned movements, Freed lifted the bowel. The thick white mixture jiggled slightly, and Freed turned it upside down above his head before he could stop himself.

And… it stayed in place.

For a moment, Freed seemed to be wincing in anticipation, before a look of triumph flooded onto his face. He turned the bowel back over and placed it on the counter.

"Kinda anticlimactic," Laxus said, picking up a spoon.

"But it means you did it correctly," Freed smiled. "You can take solace in that."

"Guess so," Laxus nodded. "Or I could do this."

With neither showmanship nor hesitation, Laxus used the spoon so scoop a dollop of the mixture up and flicked it towards Freed's face. For a moment, all Freed could do was blink, and Laxus burst into stifled laughter.

It had splattered over his lips, nose, and left cheek. Equal parts ridiculous and oddly attractive.

"Mister Dreyar," Freed spoke calmly, but he was trying to hide a smile. "I will be seeing you after class."

He turned away. Laxus snickered.

Although it was tempting to be a dick for the rest of the lesson, Laxus behaved himself. This was the only lesson that they did on desserts, and Laxus wanted to learn. That, and he felt Freed wasn't going to take his little prank lying down, so he probably shouldn't piss him off further.

When everyone else was gone, and Laxus was left alone with Freed, there was a moment of quiet. He motioned for Laxus to approach the desk. Laxus did so.

He was hit in the face by a spurt of ketchup.

It continued, splattering across his face. He gasped, and Freed apparently aimed for his mouth at the moment. It was a stupid moment, not helped by the noise the bottle was making, and eventually the spray died out.

Neither man spoke for a moment.

They both started laughing at the same time, and Freed handed Laxus a napkin to clean himself with.

"You're an asshole, you know that right?" Laxus said with mirth in his voice. "You still got the balls to want a ride from me again?"

"Is the offer still available?" Freed chuckled.

"Sure, just as long as you don't mind me getting some glue and those decorative feather things from a store on the way back," Laxus smirked. "There's a smug asshole who needs to be tarred and fathered."

"Perhaps I'll get the bus," Freed grinned, then frowned a little. Perhaps without thinking, he reached up and stroked Laxus' cheek to rid it of a remaking fleck of sauce.

They both halted, frozen for a moment, and Laxus' mind was set alight. In that moment he knew one thing for sure; he couldn't let Freed go.

——

Week Five - Solyanka

"That will be all for our time together," Freed said, standing at the front of the class. "I hope you all enjoyed your time together, and that you've all learned something. At the risk of promoting myself, I have other courses available that last longer and offer more flexibility with what you'll cook, if you want to further your culinary pursuits. If not, then it was a pleasure working with you all, and I wish you well in your endeavours."

It was weird seeing Freed using his teaching voice; the things he said weren't Freed-like. It was kind of funny.

Laxus hung back when the rest of the class funnelled out. Some of them spoke to Freed before leaving, orbits just left, but Laxus decided to hang back and wait. As he did, he pulled out a small plastic tub from a bag he'd brought with him, waiting for Freed to take note. Once everyone was gone, Freed saw him still standing at the end of his cooking surface.

"Laxus," He said, and he seemed pleased Laxus was still there. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just wasn't ready to leave yet," Laxus passed it off as a joke, but the stopped himself. "I, Erm, well, there's this recipe my family's been making for years. Generations, actually. Just wanted to know what you think."

"You want me to critique a family recipe?" Freed frowned.

No. No he didn't. He wanted to share something with Freed that was important to Freed. It was ridiculous to think, but this old Russian dish was something he had loved for his life, and he wanted Freed to love it too. It seemed stupid now he was thinking about it, but they only really had food in common right now, and Laxus felt like it was his turn to add something to the conversation.

"It's called Solyanka," Laxus said instead of answering the question. "It's a soup. For sausages, olives, cabbage. A lot of things, really."

Laxus didn't say anything else, and picked out a pot from the cupboards to place on the stove. He emptied the contents of the container into the pot and stated to bear it up.

"It tastes better when it's not been reheated but-"

"It smells beautiful," Freed said, cutting through Laxus' backtracking. "And I'm sure it will taste just as good."

"Thanks," Laxus mumbled a little.

As they waited for the soup to heat, there was a comfortable quiet between them both. Freed seemed engrossed in the cooking - the growing scent, the occasional stirring - and it gave Laxus the chance to watch him. He had known Freed was hot from the moment he'd seen him, but he was also fucking beautiful. His hair was pulled out and flowing over his shoulders, and his expression was calm and relaxed.

Laxus was glad he had done this, suddenly. He would have regretted it. This couldn't be the end of his relationship with Freed; it just couldn't.

He went to speak, but Freed went first.

"I think it's time to take it off the heat," He said gently, as if wanting to avoid offending Laxus by telling him how to cook his meal. Laxus quickly removed the pot from the heat.

With now familiar movements, Laxus pulled out two bowls and poured them both a portion. Laxus sat on one of the stools, waiting a little nervously as he saw Freed spoon some of the soup up and take it into his mouth.

"Wow," Freed whispered. "It's incredible."

Pride bloomed inside Laxus, and he didn't tamper it down. This piece of Laxus had pleased Freed. It had made Freed smile such a brilliant smile that it was like a shot to the heart. He was speechless, and Freed spoke again.

"You're incredible, Laxus," he said with equal sincerity.

"What?" Laxus frowned slightly.

"You're incredible, Laxus," Freed repeated, smiling now. "You've made these five weeks remarkably fun for me, and I'm sad to see you go."

"I'm sad to be going," Laxus mumbled, unused to speaking honestly about these kinds of things. "These have been… the best part of my week."

"Mine too," Freed admitted, and the words sent lighting throughout him.

There had been a small part of Laxus that had thought it had been in his head. He felt like he and Freed had been steadily growing closer and closer, in a way that couldn't exactly be called platonic. It felt like this was the moment where a choice had to be made. Laxus could either hide from his feelings, as he had often done in his life, or he could take the dive. Just like he'd done when he had quit his job. Just like he'd done when he'd come to the class in the first place. Just like he should have been doing all his life.

Freed was going to speak, but the urge to act overtook Laxus and he moved before it could dwindle. He launched himself toward, took Freed by the back of the neck, and kissed him.

It wasn't perfect, but the imperfection made it better.

The feeling of the desk jutting into his hip might have been a bother, but it was nothing compared the the brilliance of soft lips moving against his own.

The lingering spice on Freed's tongue could have been a distraction, but it only added to the searing sensation flying through him.

The scent of Laxus' Solyanka might have drawn focus, but instead it nudged with Freed's cologne and created a beautiful feeling of mingled familiarity and uniqueness.

This was the type of kiss that was unforgettable.

Freed's hand was grazing the back of Laxus' neck, scratching at the usually untouched skin in a way Laxus was tempted to put at. He smiled a dopey smile, leaning further into the kiss.

When they pulled apart, breathless and smiling, they couldn't look away from each other.

"Don't know how this works with a chef," Laxus began in a whisper. "Don't wanna offend your sense of pride, but d'you maybe wanna get a bite to eat some place?"

For a stagnant second, that felt like an eternity to Laxus, Freed didn't say anything.

"I'd love that," Freed nodded a little, though his head still rested against Laxus'. "So long as you don't mind me critiquing everything?"

The joke was trumped by the honesty in his voice. Freed really wanted it!

"I can deal with that."

They shared a quiet, private smile. One that promised excitement, passion, and if Laxus allowed himself to be optimistic, perhaps a future as well.

[dalasteller]

shadow and bone spoilers! malina/mal fans this is not for you but it’s not pro-darklina either. i’m an alina x alina supremacist

so, somehow, the show made me like book!malina more than show!malina after weeks of thinking the opposite would be true. i don’t even like book!mal/malina, but my neutrality towards them is nothing compared to how much i detested show!malina.

I WANTED THE TV SHOW TO MAKE ME LOVE THEM. the trailers made me think i would!!! i'd heard screeners and reviewers talk about this epic love story that transcends everything—these two people who would do anything for each other—and i don't disagree, they definitely would. i just wish they would shut the fuck up about it.

sorry.

looking back, i'd rather the show gave us mal with flaws, who wasn't perfect to alina, who would die for her, but still said the wrong thing and flirted with other girls and was afraid of her power at first. archie did a great job. he just couldn't make me love mal, and neither could the writers opting to make him main character no. 2 and alina’s prince in shining armour who supports her endlessly and has never done anything wrong in his life ever. writers, please, why did you think that was a good idea? when i said i wanted a more likeable mal, i meant i wanted his flaws accompanied by positive traits, by compelling backstory, by personality outside of being alina's hot best friend who never noticed her. i didn't mean i wanted a guy who could be wrapped in a gift box and sold as a robo-boyfriend designed for romance.

no, i mean, they really did write him that way.

what i definitely didn't mean i wanted was over an hour of the show dedicated to watching mal’s perspective of hunting the stag and making besties with his military bros and writing letters to alina and getting shot at a bunch of times instead of letting the book characters who were already beloved by fans get the screentime they deserved. what i wouldn't do to have gotten more genyalina and well-written zoya instead of mal dissecting deer shit...

you would think with how much talk about malina basically being soulmates, childhood flashbacks, fighting and nearly dying for each other at least four times (and did i mention more narration about being soulmates?) that i would take the bait and just let malina set sail. but this show held me at gunpoint for eight hours straight and told me that these two are going to have the same cultural influence as new romeo and juliet and that if i disagree i am going to be killed on the spot. because of this, i have now died.

don't tell me what to do, narrative, because i'm not going to do it!

i am also annoyed that they took the time to redesign mal in perfect childhood-friends-to-lovers dreamboat fashion but refused to retcon zoya's stupid misogyny-fueled bitchy YA girl arc and instead made it even worse by having her be racist to alina? what was the thought process there? they seriously fucked her over. i tried to pretend it didn't happen moving forward but why do they want to use racism as a tool for developing a "bully" character anyway, especially a woc? am i meant to forget about it? they lost me there. i feel like the female characters, with the exception of inej, generally weren't given the same care the male characters were. there was a lot of sidelining in favour of mal's redemptive rewrite and the darkling's 15 minutes of half-assed backstory and crying in every scene for some reason. “make me your villain” .... okay, simpboy, i’ll try my best.

i've already talked about why i hated mal's role (i clarify his role, not his character, because there was literally nothing wrong with him and that’s why i hated him so much) but i'm going to address it from the perspective of my love for alina and why i think this decision was so disrespectful to her. alina in the books was already in need of more characterization, time for herself and her internal development as opposed to her relationship with the three male love interests she acquires through the series. somehow this show took a main character already underused in her own story (though at least the books are told from her pov) and neglected her even further. alina is tied almost entirely to her male counterparts, mal especially, but i'd say the darkling is used as a narrative rebound. i think they both have chemistry and can serve a purpose in the story but the emphasis on codependency is impossible to ignore.

in the first four episodes, every scene that could have been alina struggling to settle into a new life and dealing with the emotional weight of her pressure as a saint was instead about mal. she writes him letters, and cries over him, and slips him into conversations that have nothing to do with him, and gets sad after slipping him into conversations that have nothing to do with him, and can't use her power because she's thinking of him, and then only decides to fully accept her power because of his absence.

alina's feelings are lended to nothing but her missing mal. he isn't just her best friend and love, he's this colossal piece of her identity that she doesn't get to exist without, even when he's gone. the show's exhaustive attempt to make mal loveable and make malina an epic love story turns our female protagonist into a sulking, miserable shell of a character everytime he's mentioned, which, by the way, is like, every two minutes. and apparently it's necessary to draw parallels to the same three flashbacks in all of them. i knoowwwwwwww, they held hands and now they can't anymore, i knowwww. they ran through a meadow, i knowwwwwwwwwwwwww.

watching her scenes almost drove me to printing out a bechdel test and ticking off as many boxes as possible.

i hated it. it made me sad.

i wanted more alina. i want her power to be her own. i wanted that tension between her and mal in the books because his flaws gave her a chance to stand up for herself and say that she liked being powerful. that summoning is a part of her and she would never give it up. that there was a tinge of corruption, of greed, of wanting to be the sun summoner, and it was intriguing! mal's issue of not accepting alina's power allowed her to express how much it meant to her. i wanted the alina who said "the night was velvety black and strewn with jewels. the hunger struck me suddenly. i want them, i thought." i wanted a hint of the sun summoner who decided when it got dark and relished in it (yes i know this can be expanded upon in s2). alina has a cocky side, her insecurities are explored and she finds strength in her new gift and eventually has to find strength outside of it, but in the show the catalyst to her powers is mal. always. is it romantic? sure. but it's hard to enjoy the romance when all we see of alina is her romantic connection to mal. can't she be more than that?

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Love On-Set (Pt. 07 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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Kisses

The only reason why you didn't talk to Dacre at the airport was because you thought you'd have a couple of hours before shooting. But you were wrong. The flight was terribly late, and you had no choice but to go straight to set, and as soon as you got there, you and Dacre were pulled apart so you could get ready.

Already in your outfit, you stare at the mirror as your hairstylist gives the final touches, mumbling in response to whatever she's talking about. Your leg is bouncing nervously, as you regret not having called Dacre yesterday night. Or driven to his house. Anything really. Maybe it would a lot easier if you two had some time, but life has a way of complicating things.

“And you're ready,” Laura says and you manage to smile and thank her. “Now go before James comes yelling at us again.”

“Alright.” Mumbling under your breath, you stand up and leave the dressing room only to be rushed into the parking lot. Dacre is already there, talking to James. The wind makes you shiver and you brace yourself... Well, you think it's the wind that makes you shiver, what else could it be?

“...despite the delay, we'll get everything done in time so–” James swallows the words when he sees you. “(Y/N), great. Hope you made a safe trip here. I was just talking to Dacre about the upcoming scenes you two will shoot. There's just so much chemistry that I had to add more kisses.” Oh... You should've read the new script. “But I'm sure it won't be a problem since you two seem to be getting along very well.”

“Yeah, of course...” The first thing you'll do when you get to your hotel room is read every single line of this scrip. It'll be better if you're mentally prepared for what's to come.

But you're not prepared for this.

“Alright, everybody into position.” The director announces before walking away, leaving you and Dacre alone. Well, not exactly since you can't ignore the camera guys, the microphones... All the rest.

“Sorry, we couldn't talk before... This.” Dacre apologizes, but you shake your head slightly.

“But we will.” Nodding more to yourself than to him, you hope nobody is listening to this conversation. “Right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright, guys, c'mon,” James says and Dacre walks away as you take a deep breath. Thinking over the lines, you let yourself fall into character, remembering the backstory that leads to this moment. “Everybody set? Ok... Action!”

Turning around, you look at Dacre as he crosses the parking lot. “I can't believe you took almost an hour to get here, Hargrove!” You yell, walking to end the distance between the two of you. “There's a freaking Demidog in the pool!”

“The thing is dead. So why the hurry?” He flashes Billy's a cocky smile, and you struggle to keep the irritated expression on your face. “Chill.”

“Don't tell me to chill. Can't you miss one single date?” Giving action to Amy's jealousy attack, you punch Dacre in the chest, and he gives a small step back as he rolls his eyes. “Not even when there's an interdimensional monster involved?”

“Why the hell you always think I'm with some girl?” When you move to push him again, Billy grabs Amy's wrists. This was improvised, you think. Or is it on the new script? Dacre's grip is soft though, and you put on an annoyed face as you try to set free, uselessly.

“Because that's where you always are.” Putting a frustrating undertone in the sentence, you sigh. “But it doesn't matter. We have a much bigger fish to fry.”

“The damn thing is dead, it can wait.”

You get why Amy falls for Billy. Or are your fellings for Dacre clouding your judgment? Putting up a fight, you try to free yourself of his grip, making sure to stumble backward until your back hits a car. “Let go of me! I'm tired of this shit.” Slowly, Amy gives up fighting. Physically and emotionally. The moment you stop moving, Dacre let's go of your wrists, his arms coming to trap you in between the car and his body.

“I know you're jealous. I just need to figure out why.” Billy leans closer, and you can feel yourself drowning in Dacre's eyes, more beautiful than the ocean.

“I said it once and I'll say it again. I won't be one of your many flings...” Your voice is low, and as the cameras move closer, you know it's about to happen. God, it's so damn hard to keep up the act. You can feel Dacre's chest every time he breaths in, and you want to pull him even closer. “...so... Back the hell off.” Putting your hand on his chest, you know that the action that would make more sense here would be Amy trying to push him away again... But you fail to do that, Amy slowly disappearing as you break character for the hundredth time. Instead of pushing him away, your fingers slowly clench around the collar of his jacket, grabbing it. Dacre's eyes burn on you, and you know he wants it to.

“Who said I want you to be a fling?”

Then you don't know who moves first. If it's Dacre who leans forward or if it's you, pulling him. But it happens, fast and needy. First kisses shouldn't be like this. They're supposed to be short and sweet, shy even. But part of you is thankful for the situation you're in right now, because it justifies how you cling onto him, how deep the kiss is, hot and passionate. Billy and Amy were both craving for this moment, but so were you. And so were Dacre because his grip around you is tight, his lips keeping a quick pace, one that you're more than happy to follow. You hand find its way to his hair, as he holds the small of your back, needing to have you closer, if that even possible. The cameras are long forgotten, and there's no set, no show, nothing. Just his taste, fresh and sweet, inebriating. There's something in the background, some familiar sound trying to reach you, but you push it away, ignore it, tiptoeing even more to try and match Dacre's high, wishing he would lift you up.

“CUT!” James' voice sounds like a freaking thunder, and it wakes you up. With your heart beating insanely fast, you suddenly go back to reality, probably blushing harder than ever as you step away from Dacre. He takes a while to let go of you, intense eyes locked on yours as he tries to catch his breath, falling out of the stupor too. “That was... Good. That was good.” James says, and when you look around, you notice people staring. That wasn't... Discreet, and now you know that what you heard was James yelling ‘cut’ half a dozen times.

Running a hand through your hair, you have to fight back the urge to touch your lips, the kiss burning in your head... You really hope James will need another take.

“Are you ok?” Dacre asks, taking a quick look around before taking your hand in his.

“Yeah...” Biting your lip, you nod, staring at him. This just gave you a rush of adrenaline, making you feel brave. “More than ok, actually.”

Dacre's lips break into a smile, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Well, judging by James' obsession with the perfect lighting, I bet he'll need a couple more takes to get it done.”

“I really hope so. I–” You're cut short for a commotion. Several people move to surround James, who soon starts cursing. “What's going on?” You mutter, exchanging a glance with Dacre before walking over the sea of people. That's when you see the rest of the cast, and you just now remember they were here too... And they just saw everything... Millie won't let you hear the end of it.

“Who the hell did this?” James shouts, and a lot of people start apologizing. Giving the others a glance, you notice they have their eyes glued to their phones.

“Oh, no...” Something leaked, you're so damn sure. Rushing to the guys, you stand beside Noah, taking a look at his screen. “What happened?”

“The kiss. The first you shot. Someone here recorded and published on YouTube ten minutes ago.” As Noah speaks, he hands you over his phone and you read the news article he was reading. ‘Exciting scene from Stranger Things 3 leaks: Amy Halpert and Billy Hargrove are definitely a couple’.

“Shit.” You mutter, leaning closer to Dacre so he can read it too. “Who did it?”

“We have no idea,” Natalia answers, looking up from her phone. “But I watched it. Whoever did this stopped recording right before the cameras fell.”

This sucks. Giving Noah his cellphone back, you sigh. “It's really mean to do that. There's a lot of operations to keep the set free from curious eyes and someone from the inside leaks it? That's ridiculous.”

“James will sue whoever did this,” Dacre adds.

“Excuse me, guys.” Ryan comes, a tablet on his hand and a very worried expression on his face. “James wants you to stay here until we find out who did this.” He says, giving you a quick glance before looking back at his tablet. “You got the trailers here so... I think you'll be comfortable. Sorry, but James is–”

“RYAN!”

“James' orders. Sorry.” Rolling his eyes and sighing, he gives his back at you.

“We'll have to stay? I didn't do it.” Gaten exclaims, clearly pissed.

“Me neither. I was too busy watching the kiss with my own eyes.” Natalia complains but gives you a glance.

Well, you would like to get to your bed, but complaining won't help and you're exhausted from the flight. “I'm calling it a night.” You mutter, upset that this whole thing happened. The leaking, of course. “I'll take a shower to wash the 80's from my skin and I'll go see my trailer.” You haven't seen it yet, since it's meant for the Battle of Starcout scenes, which you'll probably shoot throughout the night.

“Me too,” Dacre says, then turning at you. “I'll find your trailer after if that's alright.”

“Sure.” Smiling, you blush to feel all those eyes on you. “See you soon, then.”

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You're lucky to have your baggage here. Maybe the flight being delayed wasn't so bad as it seemed. After showering and handing the outfit back to your stylist, you follow her directions to where the trailers are. They're in the very back of the set, in a large area, set side by side. You're surprised to see the trailer doesn't look like a trailer on the inside, but like an actual house, only a little tiny. There's a main space with a couch, a table, and a TV, then a kitchen with a stove, an oven, and a sink. A bathroom with a shower. And on the very back, the thing you needed the most after this long day. A well-equipaded room with a huge bed. Smiling, you let your piece of baggage fall as you climb on the bed, lying on your back and sighing in relief.

Jumping back to your feet, you decide to change into something more comfortable. So you exchange your jeans for light gray sweatpants and a black spaghetti strap tank top before lying back down. You're happy you ate on the plane, or else you'd be starving right now.

But despite all the thoughts in your head, you can't help but come back to the main event of the day. Your fingers come to touch your lips, as you close your eyes to bring the memory back. You're upset you didn't get to do more takes. The cold and nervousness you were feeling vanished so quickly, at the same moment his lips collided on yours. So hot and intense. Breathtaking.

You're dragged away from your thoughts by a knock on the door. Dacre. He told you he'd come. Taking a deep breath and fixing your simple clothes the best you can, you make your way to the door, thinking you should've picked something better to put on. “Hey.” You mutter when you swing the door open, gesturing for him to come in. “Did you see your trailer?”

“Yeah. I stopped by to leave my luggage.” He answers, stepping inside and looking down at you. “These things look bigger from the inside.”

“Definitely.” Clearing your throat, you gesture at the back of the trailer, to the bedroom. You know how awkward it may be, but there's a burning on your back that won't let you sit on the couch. “I hope you don't mind but could we talk while I lie down? My back hurts real bad from the five hours we had to spend at the airport.”

“I don't mind at all.” Nodding, you walk back to the bedroom, throwing yourself on the bed. “So. Who do you think leaked the video?” Dacre asks as he sits on the edge.

“I have no idea. All I know is that is wasn't me. And it wasn't you.” Staring at the ceiling, you try not to feel very self-conscious right now. “I was too busy on scene.”

“Me too.” He mutters. “Where does it hurt, by the way?”

“On my shoulder blades.” You answer, looking at him. He looks very handsome, as usual, despite wearing a simple white T-shirt. “Those airport chairs weren't very nice to me.”

“I can give you a massage if you want.” Dacre stares at you dead serious, which means he's not joking.

You wish you had the adrenaline rush from earlier, so it'd push the words right off your mouth, and maybe you wouldn't be blushing. “Uhm... If you want to.”

“Alright, lie on your stomach.” He says, taking off his shoes and climbing on the bed.

“Fine.” Mumbling, more to yourself than to him, you roll over, grabbing a pillow to rest your head. Breathing deeply, you feel the mattress moving under Dacre's weight as he places himself beside you.

“Let me know if it hurts, alright?” The moment you nod, you feel his hands on your back. And he must know what he's doing because it does feel good. The butterflies on your stomach are wide awake now, since Dacre has his hands on you, strong but delicate at the same time, rubbing and softly pushing your muscles.

“If I knew you were good at this I'd have asked.” You say with a smile, pulling the small amount of hair that still falls on your back out of his way. Dacre gets this as a permission to put a little more pressure, just enough to make you relax. His fingers slide under the fabric of your shirt, but you don't mind.

“Glad I can help.”

You just mumble in response, suddenly feeling your tiredness taking over as you close your eyes shut. Falling asleep now is the last thing you want because it's so good to be around Dacre, and you think you may finally understand where you both stand in all this situation. What you're feelings are and if they can take you somewhere.

“It's ok, I'm alright now.” You speak up, moving to lie on your side. “If you continue I'll fall asleep in a matter of seconds.”

“If you're tired I can go.” He gestures at the door, already moving.

“No. Stay.” Bursting out, you sit up, grabbing his arm. You can't believe what you just said. What you just asked of him. “If you want, of course.”

Dacre stands still for a while, frozen before he settles down on the bed again. “Alright.” You can tell he's tired too, by the way his eyes are heavy.

“Let's play a game. Who sleeps first loses.” The idea comes suddenly to your head, and it seems to lighten up the mood.

“And what will I get when I win?” He has a cocky smile on his lips as he lies down, facing you.

“When? Don't get overconfident.” Moving a little to get comfortable, you take a deep breath when your eyes set upon his. Blue and calming. “I'm gonna win.” You say, winking at him.

“I really doubt that.” As he speaks, Dacre brings his hand to your face, fingers sliding from your forehead to your eyelids, forcing you to close your eyes. “You'll lose, so better start making peace with that.” His voice, low and deep, sends a shiver down your spine.

You were just about to answer, to say something, when you notice how his hand lingers, moving to caress your cheek, thumb rubbing the soft skin on your jaw until it reaches your chin. Slowly, painfully slow, it comes to your lower lip. His touch burns, making your head spin around. The memory of the kiss fills your head, and you know you want to do that again.

Swallowing hard, you gather all the courage you can to move closer to him, ending all the space between your bodies and, being really brave for once, going for the thing you want. That you need the most right now. You connect your lips to his, feeling relieved as if a burden was suddenly lifted when you feel him kissing you back. Dacre's hand remain on your cheek, and yours rest on his chest, feeling his muscles under the soft fabric of his shirt. The kiss is slower this time, as if you're both discovering, unrevealing each other. But you don't mind. You love it as much as you loved the other one.

It sucks when you have to break apart to breathe. But when you do, you remain close, your foreheads touching because you just can't force yourself to pull away from him now. “Sorry, I... I had to.” You mutter under your breath.

“It's alright.” Dacre's hand comes to encircle your waist, keeping you close. “If you didn't, I'd have to.” He giggles. “I've been dying to kiss you, (Y/N).”

“Me too.” You whisper. “What you said in the message... I feel the same way. That kiss... I really wanted it and that wasn't Amy, it was me.” Maybe it's the sleep winning over you, but the words just come out. You need him to know. You need to let it out and you hope it means something to him. “Dacre, I... I really like you. A lot.”

You blush when he smiles, but soon enough a giggle escapes your lips. “Then I'd like to take you on a second date. As soon as James lets us out of this set.”

“I'd love that.” Giggling like a teenager, you kiss him again, a peck on the lips that linger a little too long. But not long enough. “Uhm... You can crash here if you want.” You decide to offer since you just noticed you're already on the bed, all tangled on each other. “I think we already reached the point of no return here.”

“I agree...”

“Are we... Are we going to sleep like this?” You ask, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“However you like.”

Biting your lip to hold back a smile, you turn around. Dacre is fast to hold you, a strong arm pushing your back against his chest. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah.” You both move to get more comfortable and you lay your hand on top of his, on your stomach.

You've never been like that with anyone, so close, so... Intimate. But you like it. And you can't believe it's Dacre who's holding you this way.

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Body shots with the Avatar of Greed

#obeyme #obeymemammon #mammonxmc #nsfw #bodyshots #ilosemycoolwritingthissopleaseenjoy

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"Body shot time!!" Asmo shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The Avatar of Lust looked beyond tipsy, his cheeks flushed and his eyes lit up with excitement. Despite this, he still seemed to have a clearer head then most would, hopping down from the table with ease after speaking.

Mammon, on the other hand, seemed rather annoyed, wishing he hadn't of been talked into coming to one of Asmo's parties. He really only agreed to come because (Y/N) wanted to relax and let loose for a night, and even though he'd never admit it, he didn't want to see (Y/N) get into trouble or anything without him. So he agreed. At this point in the night, the white haired demon had only taken a couple shots, opting to have a clearer head, at least for a bit longer.

(Y/N), bless their heart, decided to indulge in just a bit more then recommended, yet still sober enough to have a clear head. They were definitely having fun, giggling and joking with random demons, enjoying the night off from responsibility and worries. Glad they had taken Asmo up on the invitation, they made their way over to the bar, grabbing Asmo's arm. "This. This might be an odd question, but what do you mean by body shots?" They asked, head cocked to the side, curiousity written in their expression.

Asmo giggled, patting their head softly. "Oh honey, you have so much to learn. Mammon! Be a dear and come here!" He called, ordering a few tequila shots.

Mammon let out a gruff sigh, making his way through the crowd slowly to meet up with Asmo and (Y/N), hands in his pockets. "Whadya want?" He asked, seeing the tequila shots.

Asmo gave his brother a devilish grin and held the shots out. "(Y/N) here doesn't know about body shots. You're going to show them what they are," he said, his plan coming into motion.

"W-What?! Why not have other demons show 'em it? Why's it gotta be me?" He asked, his face lit up with a bright blush. As much as he argued against it, he started thinking about, secretly wanting to see how (Y/N) would react to him licking salt off of them.

Asmo pouted before calling another demon over. "Be a dear and show my friend here how to do a body shot," he said. The demon in question nodded eagerly before turning to (Y/N), stepping a bit closer.

Mammon immediately stepped forward, huffing, jealously laced across his face. "You know what, fine. I'll show 'em what a body shot it. But only cause Lucifer would kill me if he found out that a random demon did it with them," he said, glaring at the male demon.

Asmo grinned, resting a hand on (Y/N)'s arm. "I knew you'd agree! After all, you do amazing at body shots. You work wonders with that tongue of yours," he teased, winking at MC, who raised an eyebrow.

Mammon scoffed, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I'll demonstrate, but you gotta explain what it is," he said before asking the bartender for some salt and lime slices, considering Asmo had already gotten the shits of tequila.

(Y/N) perked up, listening closely to what Asmo said, leaning forward a bit to hear him better over the music and the voices. "Alright dear, I need you to hop on the bar and lay down. Then, Mammon is going to put a small line of salt here," Asmo explained, poking at the area just beneath (Y/N)'s collarbone, "he's going to lick the salt off, do a shot, then he's going to take the lime from between your teeth with his mouth. It's very sexual, though, you'll be lucky if he does headbutt you out of embarrassment."

Mammon elbowed Asmo roughly, a scowl on his lips. "I'm not gonna headbutt them, asshole," he said, the blush even more prominate.

(Y/N) also seemed rather flustered, though, after debating the pros and cons of it, they hopped up on the bar and laid back without a word, a silly grin on their lips. "That sounds like fun. I can't wait to have salt licked off of my chest," they teased, eyeing Mammon to judge his reaction.

Asmo stepped back, letting Mammon join (Y/N)'s side. "I-I'm only doing this as a demonstration, there's nothing more to this," the tsundere clarified, ignoring Asmo's eye roll.

(Y/N) held still as Mammon laid out a line of salt just below their collar, making sure their shirt was just far enough out of the way to not mess up the line. He then held out the peice of lime, motioning for them to hold it in their teeth, which they did after hesitation for a moment. He balanced the shot glass against the base of their throat, mentally hyping himself up for this so he didn't mess it up. He didn't want to actually headbutt them like Asmo said he would.

A million thoughts raced through Mammon's head, ranging from 'why did I even come to this party?' all the way to 'they looks beyond amazing laying on the bar in front of me'. He seemed more hyper fixated on the more recent thoughts. 'If I'm gonna to do this, I may as well have fun with it,' he ultimately thought, a slow, cocky grin gracing his lips. "Fuck it," he murmured.

Within a moment, he leaned down and slowly licked the salt off of them, noticing the small jump they made at the sudden contact, a small snicker escaping his mouth, showing them that he saw it. He then knocked the shot back like a professional, throwing a wink at (Y/N) while doing so, only lifting his hand to grab the empty glass before leaning down and taking the lime from (Y/N) 's mouth, making sure to hold eye contact with them the entire time. He then stood up and stepped back, the sudden cockiness replaced by silence and awkwardness.

Asmo broke out in giggles, his phone out to record. "Do you see what a body shot is now, (Y/N)? Mammon did an amazing job of demonstrating, didn't he?"

They started to nod, their face a bright fiery red before they paused, the initial shock of the demon's actions and bravery wearing off. They let out a little laugh, propping themselves up on their elbows. "It was good, but I think I might need some extra examples," they teased, looking towards Mammon, who in turn, choked on the piece of lime before raising an eyebrow at them.

Mammon scoffed a bit, taking up the challenge with almost no hesitation. "Fine then, human. Lay back down, The Great Mammon is going to show you how well he can do body shots, just to prove a point," he replied, calling the bartender over for several more shots, limes, and more salt.

(Y/N) laid back, body filled with anticipation. This night was getting better and better by the moment for them. After all, having feelings for Mammon made this experience a hell of a lot hotter and better to deal with.

For the next half hour or so, Mammon didn continuous body shots off of (Y/N), the shots increasingly becoming more and more sexual as he progressed. At one point, he put the salt close to the waistband of their pants, licking it off slowly, keeping in mind to make (Y/N) as flustered as possible, occasionally swirling his tongue to tease them, enjoying the blush and flustered look in their eyes. Everytime he took the lime from them, he took his time doing it, looking down at them with that signature cocky smile of his.

(Y/N) legitimately couldn't believe how suddenly Mammon became confident, doing shot after shot without seeming even bothered by the amount of alcohol. Even more so, they were shocked by the audacity he had to make it a point to make eye contact every single time. It's almost like he was fucking them with his eyes. And that damn smile was enough to make them lose their cool.

Mammon did one more shot before leaning forward a bit, his breath hot against (Y/N)'s ear, a hand on either side of their body. "You're mine," he said lowly, before sitting up, acting as if he hadn't of just said the one thing that would make (Y/N) fuck him with no second thoughts.

(Y/N) sat up rather quickly after that, getting off the bar and grabbing Mammon's arm, pulling him into a room. Anybody at the party could tell that shit was about to go down in more ways then one. "You cocky son of a-" they started after closing the door to the room, beginning to turn towards him.

Before they could finish, Mammon had them against the door, his eyes narrowed and a knee between their legs. "Shut up," he said before leaning forwards, his lips and teeth trailing across their neck and collar, leaving rough kisses and harsh bites across the tender skin there.

They immediately did what he said to, one hand over their mouth while the other found it's way to his arm, gripping it tightly. "M-Mammon?" They leaned their head to the side, (E/C) eyes shut as they bit back soft moans.

"I said shut it, human. I don't want to hear a sound out of that mouth unless it's my name that you're moaning," he hissed, a hand sliding under their shirt to feel them, hands groping and feeling whatever they could.

They quickly nodded, pushing Mammon back a bit to slip their shirt off, before pulling him back in. He grabbed them, pulling them over to the bed in the room, shoving them down and hoving over them, marking any exposed skin, making sure that everybody knew who this human belonged to. "You're mine and only mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you or even look at you," he growled, biting at their skin roughly, earning an increase in sounds of pleasure. He moved downwards, marking a path as he reach their waistband, shrugging his jacket off before yanking his shirt over his head. He paused at their pants, looking up at them. As needy as he felt, he didn't want them to be uncomfortable or upset with whatever he did, so he stopped, waiting for any indication that he could keep going.

(Y/N) nodded in response, looking down at him with hooded eyes, wanting him badly. "Keep going," they said, propping up on their elbows.

He grinned, continuing without a second thought, undoing their pants rather quickly, pulling them down just enough to expose them to the air, biting his lip at the sight. "I want to hear every single little sound coming out of that pretty mouth of yours," he said, reaching down to undo his belt with one hand, his other resting against their thigh.

(Y/N) nodded quickly, shifting their legs apart more, reaching down to get themselves ready, biting back moans and whimpers, head back against the bed.

Mammon had gotten himself free by them, pumping himself a few times before batting at (Y/N)'s hand, wanting it out of the way. "Lemme know if it's too much," he murmured, lining himself up with them. He glanced up for reassurance to make sure he was still alright to keep going.

"O-okay, I will," (Y/N) replied, clearly nervous and anticipation a lot. They rested their hands against Mammon's waist, looking up at him with a grin.

Mammon winked at them before pushing in rather quickly, pausing to let them adjust for a moment, impatient. After giving them a moment or two, he wasted no time with some rough thrusts, waiting their reactions in case it was too much. He had wanted to do this for so long, that much was true.

(Y/N) bit back moans, gripping at Mammon's waist tightly, legs finding their way to wrap around his hips. "S-Shit, Mammon-" They started before he put a hand over their mouth.

He growled lowly, rather rough and quick with his hip motions, one hand pinning (Y/N)'s hands over their head while the other covered their mouth. "Shut it. You wouldn't want everyone to know what a mess you are for me, would you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, eyes narrowed, continuing to slam into them, making sure to go as deep as he could.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess, the sounds muffled by Mammon's hand. They tried to get their hands free so they could feel him, yet he just tightened his grip, earning a low whine in response.

Mammon let out a rough chuckle, not letting up on his pace or roughness. "Maybe you do want everyone to know who you belong to," he said, the hand over their mouth going to grip their hips so he could get a better angle. "You just want them to hear how much of a mess I make you."

(Y/N) choked back a plea, desperate for more. "A-ah, Mammon!" They tugged at their hands, squirming underneath him, face flushed and twisted in pleasure. The sight was driving him crazy, making him feel things he had never felt before.

"You belong to me, understand? Say it," he demanded, feeling himself close. Considering the roughness and the pace he was going at, it was a surprise he lasted this long. (No offense to the babe.)

"I-I belong to you!" (Y/N) replied, eyes rolling and back arching. They were about to go over the edge, tightening around Mammon, using their legs to keep him close. They didn't even seem to care that others would be able to hear them, too overwhelmed with the pleasure to give two fucks. This was the last thing they had thought would happen tonight, but no complaints would be given about it either. It was a fantasy come true.

Mammon kept going, basically slamming into (Y/N) by this point, desperately chasing a high, his grip on their hip tight enough to leave a bruise the next day.

Moments later, (Y/N) came rather adruptly, not giving any warning, legs trembling and a cry of pleasure escaping them. "Mammon!" They were high off of the ecstacy from the feeling, eyes dazed. It almost felt as if everything exploded as once, sending electric shocks through their body.

Mammon groaned lowly, cumming not to long after, still gripping (Y/N)'s hip tightly, breathing hard. He stayed in that position for a moment or two, letting (Y/N) ride out their high as he rode out his, leaning down to leave kisses across their chest.

Once the two calmed down, he shifted upwards pulling back to fix their pants, that shit eating grin back on his lips, the cockiness rolling off of him in waves. "I guess I'll have to do body shots off of you more often if this is what will happen," he joked, earning a sharp jab from the exhausted human.

[living-in-the-darkness]

Date Started: 06/15/20

Date Finished: 6/17/20

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian

A/N: this is my first writing of smut. It may not be too good but I've not seen many Henry Cavill and Sebastian Stan x Reader smuts. Also if I stole your gif please inform me.

Word Count: 3740

Summary: You are best friends with Henry and Sebastian. You are a famous actor that is acting in a movie with both where there is a threesome sex scene. After the premiere, Henry and Sebastian decide they want the real thing.

"You, Avyanna, are a beautiful woman. Don't you think so, Rand?" Henry says as his character, Logan. His voice was deep and sultry, his pupils blown wide, only a bit of blue showing.

"Very much so,” Sebastian says as his own character, Rand. His voice a bit less deep than Henry's but still in a lower octave. His bluish grey eyes showed the same desire as Henry's, full of want.

Sebastian and Henry have been your friends for a very long time, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want this moment to be real. Though, as much as you wanted it, you valued their friendship too much and refused to ruin it based solely on wanting their cocks buried inside your holes. Every chance, every joking suggestion, anything they’ve ever said that alluded to them wanting you just as mush as you wanted them- you remembered it. Their words and actions flow through your train of thought making you forget what you’re doing.

When you came back to yourself in the scene, Henry was kissing your chest while Sebastian was working on getting your dress off. You were letting out little whines, wanting them to do more to you. Once your dress was off, Henry started to kiss more of your breast, biting down gently on the soft flesh.

Sebastian managed to tear your bra off. He didn’t know if that was his own strength or if it was because his character was supposed to be strong and full of desire, but regardless, he managed to do it. With the bra out of the way Henry moved his head to start sucking on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, making you moan loudly.

You stood in between them, silently begging for them to touch you. There was no answer to your pleas. Instead, they continued to stand there, talking about how beautiful you looked in your maroon gala dress.

After Henry deemed your nipples abused enough by his mouth he picked you up and carried you to the couch. He laid you down and moved to get his shirt off. Sebastian already stood their naked, although the crew had him put something over his cock to make it invisible to the audience. Henry had the same thing because well, Hollywood.

Sebastian looked at you both as he walked over and kissed you roughly. Henry continued to undress as he watched the two of you, immensely enjoying the view.

Once Henry's clothes were fully off he tapped Sebastian's shoulder to tell him to move. Sebastian kisses down your chest and to your ankle missing your mound. He kisses up to your thigh and runs his fingers through your folds before moving his head between your thighs and flicking your clit with his tongue.

Henry kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as one of your hands went to Henry's hair and the other went to Sebastian's and tugs on it wanting him to continue. You let go of his hair when he tapped your thigh.

You got up from the couch for Henry to sit down. You make it look like your taking his cock in your ass and Sebastian makes it look like he's putting his cock in your pussy. They both make it look like they're waiting for you to be used to them. After a good few minutes they start to thrust as Sebastian thrusts in, Henry pulls out and vise versa. It goes like this for a long while before you scream out in pleasure and cum hard. And it wasn't no Hollywood fake moaning shit, no you actually came. Henry and Sebastian held back their shocked expressions and faked their orgasms.

After the director called cut you ran off to your dressing room, quickly. You sat in your dressing room, bawling your eyes out thinking you had just ruined your friendship. All sorts of horrible thoughts went through your head.

Henry and Sebastian, however, sat there shocked that you had just came on camera. They look at each other before getting up and grabbing their clothes putting them on. "That was fucking hot." They mumbled to themselves as they walked away and went to their rooms.

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As you guys continued to film the movie, you avoided them like they were the plague. Every time they were near you off set, you moved to go stand next to another co-star. It was clear in their eyes that they were hurt but they couldn't say anything; of course, they couldn't, they were scared you would tell them you didn't want to be friends anymore.

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Finally, on the last day of filming, you talked to them.

"Henry, Sebastian." You addressed them

Henry looked at you, surprised that you were finally talking to him. "Y/n..." He trailed off wanting to ask what happened but he couldn't. He was scared it'd make you run off.

"What happened?" Sebastian asked bluntly, a bit annoyed that it took you so long and fusterated because he didn't know why. "Why'd you stop talking to us and started to avoid us like the plague?"

"You two should know damn well why." You said in a cocky tone.

"Because you fucking came on screen? Because you came while we were fucking you in a scene? So fucking what? That doesn't mean it changes anything." Sebastian kept his voice at a normal volume for him. He didn't want to make you run off if he yelled or raised his voice.

"Yes! Because I shouldn't have! I should've faked it like you two did." You mumbled the last part

"Hm, I've gotten used to sex scenes." Henry says and shrugs. It was true but he was also trying to make you feel better.

"Same here. I've gotten used to doing them. Plus when your just ramming your cock against some you kinda get turned off. I mean, it's just ramming your cock against someone." Sebastian says with a shrug

"Well... I.. I've never acted in one like that..." You say softly

"Niether have we but, like we said, we've gotten used to sex scenes." Henry says and looks at you.

Henry moves to wrap his arms around you. Sebastian does the same and kisses your forehead in a friendly way.

"there was no reason to avoid us for cumming on camera. Especially with us." Sebastian says and holds you close wrapping an arm around Henry.

"We should get going, the sets gonna close down then we gotta go to our houses and get ready for premieres." Henry speaks up after a good five minutes of cuddling up to each other. Henry is the first to let go then Sebastian then you.

After looking at each other for a good minute, you all went your seperate ways.

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After about two months, the premiere finally happened. You wore a beautiful purple dress that showed off your breasts and your legs with gold heals. Your stylist picked the color because it went perfect with Henry and Sebastian's dark grey suits. You liked the dress but the long slit was starting to get a bit annoying as sometimes it would move in the wrong way and showed off your black lacy panties.

You took pictures with the two men and a lot of interviewers were asking about the sex scene and how good it would be. Henry and Sebastian did their best to not answer the questions but if they had to, they kept it extremely vague. The answer they gave the most was "you'll have to watch the movie." You mainly ignored the questions and moved on to the next interviewer if the previous one pressed.

 After all the interviews were done, you guys decided to do a bit of photos with fans and signed some things for fans. After finishing with that, you guys rushed to the movie theater and went to the seats.

 All up until the sex scene you three enjoyed the movie immensely and complimented each other on how good the acting was. Then came the sex scene, you three were silent and just watched it. You couldn’t see it since it was so dark but your best friends’ pants were tented. Henry was shifting in his seat trying to get it to go down but as the sex scene went on, it just got worse. Sebastian was having the same problem, but he didn’t bother with it trying to just let it go down on its own. It wasn’t until it came to the moment when you came hard and with a scream that they both just say, “fuck it” and put their hands on your thighs. You looked at them quickly with desire and shock. You decided not to say anything until their hands went higher. You grabbed their hands and looked at them, “What are you doing?” you ask a bit louder than you meant to which made people “shh” you.

 “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Henry whispers in your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“For us to touch you. For us to fuck you like the movie.” Sebastian whispers and kisses your neck making a hickey on it.

 You blushed red like a tomato and looked at them. “Yes but… I didn’t think you guys wanted that…”

 “Oh, I’ve always wanted you but seeing you cum like that, for us, I finally see that I really do.” Henry says and kisses your neck making a few marks on it before turning to watch the rest of the movie fingering you.

Sebastian ignored the movie and sucked on your neck rubbing your clit and using his other hand to massage your breast in his hand.

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 You all arrived in a limousine so you didn’t have to worry about who would get to your house first. Once you were all sat in the limo and it was driving off, Henry was fingering you with those thick fingers and Sebastian was rubbing your clit while you palmed them through their pants and went back and forth between kissing them deeply and kissing their necks leaving your own marks. All the way to your home, they didn’t take their hands off of you.

 Henry started to suck on your nipples just like the movie, he nibbled on the soft flesh of your breast, and he continued to finger you. Sebastian made hickeys on your neck as he continued to rub your clit letting Henry have most of you for now. You knew by the end of the night you would be filled with hickeys and you didn’t mind one bit.

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  Once you guys arrived at your house, you all rushed out of the limo thanking the driver before rushing to the door. You unlocked the door and near body checked it open as it wouldn’t budge at first. Henry was the first to walk in, then Sebastian, then you. The second the door was shut, Henry had you pinned to it and kissing you roughly as you locked the door. Sebastian was getting his jacket and shirt off not daring to waste anymore time. Henry pulled away when you both desperately needed air and Sebastian got to his knees in front of you kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. He pulls you up so your legs are on his shoulders as he licks a stripe from your pussy to your clit and sucks on your clit. He moves to lick your hole and slides his tongue in devouring you like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

 Henry got his suit off down to his boxers before he walks over to you both and starts to massage your breasts in his hands. He starts to suck on the sweet skin of your breast and makes some hickeys on them.

Soon you cried out their names, arched your back, and came for the first time that night and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

 They both moved away from your body and stood up. Sebastian moving your legs from his shoulders to around his waist and carrying you up to your room. He placed you down on the bed and smirked at you, admiring the view. Henry admired the view from afar as he shut the door. He knew no one was going to come into your house but he felt more comfortable that way and you wouldn’t dare comment on it.

 Once they were both on the bed, their hands were all over you.

Sebastian ran his hands over the outside of your thighs as he kisses your neck while Henry kissed you roughly and massaged your sides gently wanting to give your breasts a quick break. Sebastian moved his hands from the outside of your thighs to the inside and slowly moved them higher pushing two fingers into you slowly making sure you could take it. He made sure to open you wide enough that you could take either of their cocks. Henry had you flip over, and he started to run his hands over your ass. He smacked it a few times and another few times after you let out delicious moans.

Henry moved to look you in the eyes “how do you feel about anal?” He asks bluntly not wanting to beat around the bush.

“I’ve never done it but it’s something I’m open to.” You admit and look him in the eyes to let him know you are serious.

Henry nods and gives you two of his fingers to suck on before moving the newly wet fingers to your hole and starts to push one finger in. He slowly moves it making sure to watch your face for any signs of wanting to stop or long bouts of pain. Once he deems you’ve gotten used to it he pushed his next finger in and slowly moves them, again watching your face. He kissed you roughly and started to move his fingers a bit faster swallowing your moans. Once he deems you open enough to take either of their cocks, he pulls them out.

Henry and Sebastian look at each other for a moment before moving to claim their holes. Sebastian claimed your pussy and Henry claimed your ass. They knew they’d have you go again if you were up for it and would switch holes then.

You moved from your spot on the bed and let Henry lay down. You moved and slowly took his cock into your ass. Sebastian moves and slowly enters your pussy. They both wait for you to be ready before they start to thrust. As Sebastian moves out, Henry moves in and vise versa. They alternate between kissing you, devouring your sweet screams and moans, and kissing your neck marking you more. You had a feeling they wouldn’t stop until you were fully covered in them and you were right because once they ran out of room on your neck, they moved to your shoulders. You knew you were getting close after a while as you started to clench around their cocks screaming out their names and arching your back into Sebastian. You held onto Henry’s hand and Sebastian’s shoulder as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You cried out their names and came hard, your thighs twitching with the aftershocks. After a bit came Henry then came Sebastian who whispered something about breeding you.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum and watch you grow with my babies.” He growls right before he came with a loud groan of pleasure.

Henry and Sebastian continued to thrust a little bit more after that to help you ride it out. Once you were settled they switched holes and Henry started fucking you so hard and fast, Sebastian actually had to tell him to slow down and give him a chance. Once they got back into their old rhythm they both picked up the pace allowing you no time to get used to them. Henry was a bit bigger than Sebastian, but it just added a little more pleasure as he filled you up so full it was actually visible in your lower abdomen. You cried and screamed out their names as they allowed you no mercy as they thrusted in and out of your precious holes.

Soon enough you came again and actually blacked out, they got worried for a second before realizing what it was and calmed down, finishing inside your holes. Sebastian pulled out first and looked around your room for anything that was like a plug. Once he found an actual plug he walked back over. Henry pulled out and Sebastian pushed the plug in gently. He smirked knowing you could possibly get pregnant with one, if not both, of their children.

Once they were done admiring your body, Henry went to the bathroom and grabbed rag wetting it before bringing it over and cleaning you up. He found your underwear draw and put some panties on you. He went downstairs after to grab his and Sebastian’s suits as well as some water and snacks for when you wake up.

Sebastian held you close and kissed your forehead whispering sweet words to you. Once Henry was back, Sebastian grabbed his shirt and put it on you then Henry grabbed his blazer and put it on you. Henry put the water and snacks on the side table before looking at you fully and pulling the blanket over you.

“I’m staying, are you?” Sebastian whispers to Henry and looks at him.

Henry looks at Sebastian like Sebastian has just asked the stupidest question in the world, which he did. “Of course, if she wants us gone in the morning then we’ll leave but until then I’m staying,” Henry answered.

Sebastian and Henry nod to each other as they lay on either side of you and wrap an arm around you. They cuddle up to you and each other and talk for a good half hour before finally starting to drift off to sleep. As they were entering the last moment between slumber and awake, they hear you whisper “I love you..” and then all of you go to sleep.

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When you wake up in the morning, Henry was downstairs making breakfast while Sebastian was still sleeping next to you. Henry finished the breakfast a good half hour later and after you took a bath. He walks up the stairs, tray in hand bringing you breakfast in bed. You sat there looking up at him as you were dressed in his shirt as well as a matching set of underwear, you weren’t really cold but you didn’t want to leave Sebastian out so you put on his blazer. You smiled seeing the tray and sat up more for it. Henry placed it on your lap before going downstairs and grabbing two more plates. At this point Sebastian was already awake and had been taking tiny bites of your food. Sebastian takes his plate when Henry hands it to him and you all start eating together.

After you all finish, they look at you and smile. Henry was the first to speak up.

“Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome. Good morning, hottie.” You said to Henry and Sebastian respectfully.

Sebastian smiled at you and Henry, close-mouthed, in response having a mouth full of food.

Henry looks at Sebastian with a smirk “Shall I tell her what we discussed yesterday?” Sebastian just gives him a nod in response, and you have a look of confusion and worry.

Henry chuckles, “Don’t worry, it’s not bad. In fact, I think you might even like what we discussed.”

You look at him, same look of confusion but much less worried. “Okay… well, what’d you discuss?”

“We want to do that again some time.” Sebastian pipes up, finally, taking a break from his food to talk.

You were taking a sip of apple juice as you heard Sebastian say that and spit it out all over Henry’s chest making the two men laugh. Their laughs always made you smile so instead of focusing on being embarrassed you focused on that.

“Well, that’s not what I was expecting.” Henry says, honestly, through laughs.

“S-Sorry, just shocked. Was expecting you to say that you didn’t like it.” You looked down at your food which you stopped eating when Henry asked if Sebastian wanted him to share what they discussed.

Both men’s faces went dead serious, they looked at you with confusion and surprise.

“Not like it? Baby, we fucking loved it.” Henry says and Sebastian nods. One of each of their hands went to your face cupping it. “You are the most beautiful, amazing, and crazy women we have ever met,”

“And we fucking love it.” Sebastian finishes Henry’s sentence to which Henry just nods.

“Did you mean what you said when you were falling back to sleep?” Henry asks looking you in the eyes.

You tilted your head; you clearly didn’t remember what you said. “Don’t remember so I can’t say.”

“You said ‘I love you’” Sebastian reminded and looked you in the eyes

“Yes, I did.” You nod and look back down at your food “But-“

“I love you too.” Henry and Sebastian say at the same time.

“I’m sorry it took so long to realize it but I do, I truly do. You make me feel like no other woman can. I feel loved, adored, and honestly, I love that you’re able to come to movie sets and auditions and stuff when you’re not working on your own.” Sebastian says with a big smile

“And I love that you’re able to watch me at the races and challenges. And come along for rides. Kal loves you too.” Henry admits with his own big smile.

“So the only question that stands is, who do you choose?” Sebastian asks thinking you only want one. The question makes you roar with laughter and they both look at you confused.

“Choose? Oh no, honey, I pick both.” You say with a straight face before you start to laugh again.

Henry and Sebastian look at each other, shrug, then give you one word to end all your wishful pining that you used to do. “Okay.”