#THE HAIR!!! That's so cool oh my goodness

[purinfelix]

winning is my trademark!! ˎˊ˗

──────── aka your 'strategy' to getting with enhypen boys || fluff, headcanons, ft: all members

a/n: had this idea rattling around in my brain recently since I've been listening to stragey by twice a lot (meghan thee stallion i would die for you) and i thought it was really cute to write !! so i hope you guys think the same <333

✶⋆.˚ lee heeseung : praise him

Heeseung is a pretty reserved guy - but especially when he's around someone he likes

He'll get so shy that he's hyper-aware of showing off because he doesn't want to come off as cocky!

Even normally, his talents go unacknowledged so whenever you get the choice be sure to point them out and compliment him!

"Heeseung, your singing voice is so nice, could I hear it again?"

"Wow, you're pretty much good at everything, huh?"

Do it in a way that shows that not only do you notice him, but you're also impressed by him

At first, it might fluster him because he isn't used to such straightforward praises but if you let him know you find it cool he'll definitely show off a little

And who knows, if you're lucky enough you might even get to see a little bit of his cocky side if he gets confident enough

✶⋆.˚ park jongseong : look after him

It's no surprise to pretty much anyone who knows Jay that he's a really observant person who likes to take care of other people a lot

So, a sure-fire way to his heart is to make sure he gets taken care of in return!

It doesn't happen a lot, so even something as small as buying him snacks you know he likes or asking him if he's eating regularly is sure to give him butterflies

He definitely won't outright acknowledge it - mostly because he's afraid of taking your kind acts as something they're not, but the more you do them the more he'll catch on

Once you get closer try out small caring touches like tucking his hair away from his face when he's eating, or gently moving him out of the way of things

It tells him that, even if you might not say it directly, you're looking out for him in the same way he does for others - it makes him feel appreciated !! :((

Oh and if he ever gets sick be sure to insist on sticking by his side (almost annoyingly so) and maybe even cook him up a meal or two to seal the deal

✶⋆.˚ sim jake : cling to him (or let him cling to you)

It's pretty obvious that Jake is a clingy person with anyone from his closest friends to people he's just me - but if he likes you he'll definitely feel the need to stick around you even more than usual

The only issue is that he'll become even more conscious of how this might annoy you or be too much if he's constantly trailing around you :((

So you need to let him know it's okay!

Invite him to do things with you, even if they're small errands like just getting your groceries because it tells him that you enjoy his company no matter what!

Pulling on his shirt to get his attention or holding onto his arm to keep him close works well too - physical touch is defs his love language

And don't ever try to stop him from following you around or sitting too close

✶⋆.˚ park sunghoon : depend on him

It's no secret that Sunghoon is a man of little words, especially when he likes someone and is a little too shy to say it

His love language is definitely acts of service, and he wants so badly to do things for you, but poor boy is afraid of seeming like too much or coming across as pushy

So call on him whenever you need help - even if its something as small as getting him to open snacks for you, or helping you out with a question

Even if it's something you could probably do faster yourself, letting him know that you're willing to accept his help regardless will melt his heart

It also tells him that you see him as someone reliable and trustworthy which definitely boosts his confidence to talk and get to know you

He likes feeling useful and showing his affection by doing things for you, so if you give him the opportunity to, he'll definitely take it happily

✶⋆.˚ kim sunoo : agree with him

Having conversations with Sunoo is something that probably comes easily to the two of you given how talkative he is

However, the way to step it up is to agree with him whenever possible and bond over things you guys have in common

He's pretty opinionated about things - even topics like your favourite kind of weather or ice cream flavour can actually mean a lot to him!

It isn't that you have to mindlessly go along with everything he says or agree with every tiny point he makes

It's more that understanding his point of view on things is really touching, and helps him feel seen and heard!

And if you disagree make it an effort to hear him out on his reasoning and maybe even promise to give his recommendations a go

✶⋆.˚ yang jungwon : tease him

Just like a cat, Jungwon's love can be a little hard to win over especially since it's difficult to walk the line between friendship and more with him

One way to make it clear how you feel though, is to tease him in a way that borders on flirtation just enough to make him question it

This will keep you in his thoughts, and keep him curious for more

Mock him lightly or disagree with him for the sake of light-hearted bickering

If you get the chance challenge him to silly competitions ("Bet I can finish my rice faster than you.")

It's this kind of competitive yet playful tension that tugs at his heartstrings in an intriguing way - and will make sure he doesn't think of you as just a friend

✶⋆.˚ nishimura riki: listen to him

Despite his attempts at seeming mysterious and nonchalant, Niki's really a big softie inside - but he isn't going to just let you in easily

You have to show him that you really want to get to know him

If you're in a group make it clear that you're listening to him, eye contact and body language is the key, plus he's really good at reading it too!

Lean towards him, raise your brows to urge him to continue

Remember things he mentions to ask him about again later, hear him out and ask him questions to keep him talking

Before either of you realise it he's had an entire conversation with you about something he didn't even realise was bothering him

But realising that you're someone he can really trust and finds easy to talk to is the way to Niki's heart!

[charcoal--cat]

Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader Oneshot

MDNI!!

I think shadow milk is very lonely especially considering that I don’t think any of the beasts like each other at all

GN reader!

A harsh smack landed on your hole, causing a loud gasp to rip itself free from your mouth.

'Aw…. 'Was that too hard for the poor wittle cookie?' Shadow Milk Cookie cooed, before erupting into cruel laughter.

You grunted softly, gripping the top part of your robes above your hips. 'Stop patronizing me!'

He slapped your sensitive area again, albeit a little gentler, teasing his gloved hands around your entrance. 'Hm….' He hummed in thought, pursing lips in an exaggerated manner. 'I could, but do you really want me to?' He pressed on the tip of your sensitive bundle. 'Your body's telling me you actually enjoy it.'

This action however does not go unnoticed by Shadow Milk cookie. His smirk widens, and his leans closer to you, warm breath reaching the neck of your exposed skin, with cool contrasting with this sudden heat, your skin begins to prickle up, causing another shudder to run down your spine.

'My, little fairy… how far you've strayed from the light.~' He purred, curling a finger into your sopping hole. You mewl. Arching your back, head rolling and knocking against the tree behind you. You reach out to grip it's silvery bark for solace. An anchor.

'Already so obedient…so good for me…..couldn't hold up the bratty persona, hm? I knew it was just an act. Feel free to keep it up, though, if you can~.'

You huffed, but that's all you could do. Words swam in your head but nothing came out.

'Fucked too stupid to respond?' His gentle teasing voice had turned into more of a sneer. He wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you up and pressing his hand deeper into you, fingers hitting a spongy spot that made you wail.

'Let's try that again.'

'Am I-thrust fucking you thrust so good that you can't think of something? Am I turning your brain to mush? Huh?'

You would roll your eyes if they weren't already in the back of your skull, and your legs shake with each sloppy thrust, too fast for you to bite out a retort.

You hate how powerless he makes you feel, legs trembling and head fuzzy from just a few touches.

He pushed you down, causing you to yelp. Then Shadow Milk cookie quickly pulled his fingers out out, leading to a loss of warmth. Your hole clenches around nothing.

'I wonder if I can loosen those lips with something else. On your knees.'

With embarrassing speed you hit the ground, soft wet soil cooling your heated body. Shadow Milk Cookie smirked and palmed a blue hand over a prominent tent in his leotard. You watched as he tore a hole through them, and his cock sprung out. The length of it tapped against your mouth as you leaned closer to it, swirling the tip with kitten licks.

Shadow Milk Cookie laughed, which quickly turned into a soft moan, A hand slid through your hair until he gripped the roots, tugging you forward. You let out a soft gasp and took him in your mouth. Slowly he moved your head until your nose pressed against his pelvis. You gagged harshly at his tip scraping the spongy beginnings of your throat, but all he did was laugh. This continued for what felt like ages, spit gathering in your mouth and dribbling down your chin as his pace picked up. 'Ah…oh fuck…little fairy- your- your mouth-'

His small laughs and teasing remarks melted into soft whimpering. You knew he was close. Shadow Milk Cookie's was nearly tearing your hair out by it's roots, and if your eyes weren't watering by the throat abuse, they were now. The thrust got faster and faster, you tried to get him to slow down, but all that came out was muffled whines, vibrating the throbbing cock in your mouth. This seemed to be his end, as with a final thrust, Shadow Milk Cookie emptied himself down your throat.

'Hah….hah…' His panting synchronized with your own heavy breaths. Slowly, he pulled himself out of your mouth, jerking himself as a few more pearls of his cum spurted onto your face. Shadow Milk Cookie tucked himself away again, smirking down at the creamy mess all over your face. He tilted your head up, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, long tongue cleaning the remnants of his release and the evidence of this night's fornication.

And just like that, he pulled away, leaving you in the dark.

You knew he'd be back, sometimes he visited multiple times again in the same light, abusing your already used and sore body for his own pleasure until you saw stars.

His power and ego would swell in his head and he would take it out on you. Every frustration and joy, you would feel ramming into you.

You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation for that moment.

[nomie-11]

Lover Girl

masterlist!

synopsis: vi was a loser, a lover girl, and head over heels for you

pairings: vi x reader (no use of y/n)

Vi was a loser. 

She was always reminded of her pitiful stance as a random masc lesbian on campus when she passed by you on her way to her afternoon lab. She would watch you walk by, curls bouncing, heeled boots clicking against the pavement as you laughed along to whatever the gorgeous Kiramman girl on your side was saying. 

Vi didn’t stand a chance, not against the Kiramman and not against every other gay within a 50 kilometer radius of you that so desperately wanted to get between your beautifully toned thighs. 

But Vi had a plan. It wasn’t a good plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. Step one: casually run into you at the campus coffee shop. Step two: say something cool. Step three: make you fall madly in love with her, or at the very least, get you to remember her face. 

Simple, right?

Wrong. 

Because the moment Vi stepped into the coffee shop and spotted you at the counter—hair tossed over your shoulder, Caitlyn leaning in to say something that made you grin—her brain short-circuited. her heart pounded like she’d just run sprints, and suddenly, she forgot how to be a normal, functioning human being. 

Ellie, ever the devil on her shoulder, nudged her forward. “Go on, lover girl. Say something smooth.” 

Vi swallowed hard, adjusted her jacket, and sauntered up beside you, trying her best to look effortlessly cool. Instead, she tripped over absolutely nothing and lurched forward, her group on her coffee slipping. Time slowed as the cup tilted, then tumbled, and in an instant—

SPLASH. 

A flood of piping hot coffee cascaded down the front of your pristine white shirt. 

You gasped, eyes wide as the liquid soaked into the fabric, turning it completely see-through. Vi’s own traitorous eyes followed the path of destruction, trailing powder, until—

Oh. Oh no. 

Your bra, lacy and delicate, clung to your skin in a way that should be illegal. 

Vi’s brain short-circuited. Every neuron in her dumb, gay little head misfired at once. She was looking—she shouldn’t be looking—but she was looking, and oh god, she had to stop before you noticed—

“Vi!” Ellie hissed under her breath, jabbing an elbow into her ribs. 

Vi snapped out of it so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. 

“Shit! Shit, I—oh, fuck—I am so sorry!” Her hands hovered uselessly in the air, unsure whether to help, to flee, or to simply melt into the crack in between the ratty coffee shop tiles and hoped you forgot about her. 

Your lips parted, eyes flicking down to assess the damage. “Well,” you said, voice amused despite the mess, “that’s one way to see my tits.” 

Vi wanted to die. Just perish right there in the middle of the coffee shop floor. 

Instead, she sprang into action. “Here—uh—take my jacket!” She shrugged off the worn leather in record time and practically threw it around your shoulders before anyone else could get an eyeful. “Just—yeah, cover up—uh, not that you have to! I mean, you look great—not like I was looking! Or, like, not in a creepy way—oh my god, I need to shut up—”

You laughed, warm and bright, as you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself. “Relax, Vi. It’s just coffee.” 

Vi, who had gone stiff as a board at hearing you say her name, blinked. “You know my name?” 

“You sit behind me in human physiology,” you said, smiling. “And you’re kind of hard to miss.” 

Vi’s brain fully melted. She really, really thought she would just die. 

Ellie snorted, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “Congrats, lover girl. You’re unforgettable now.”

Vi was malfunctioning. 

It had been a full five minutes since she’d doused you in coffee and humiliated herself in front of the entire campus, and yet—somehow—you were still talking to her. 

She didn’t know how or why. Maybe the universe had finally decided to cut her some slack. Maybe she’d actually died of embarrassment, and what is was the afterlife. Whatever the case, she wasn’t about to question it. 

“So,” you said, adjusting Vi’s jacket around your shoulders. It was comically broad on you, the sleeves dangling past your hands, the scent of worn leather and something undeniably her wrapping around you like a hug. “I think this means you owe me a coffee.” 

Vi blinked. “I—yeah! Yeah, totally. Whatever you want.” 

You smiled. “Cool. I’ll take a caramel macchiato. Medium.” 

Vi scrambled to order, fumbling with her wallet as Ellie watched in barely concealed amusement. When the barista called your name, you plucked the cup from the counter and took a slow, deliberate sip, eyes locked on Vi the entire time. 

“Thanks, Vi,” you said, licking a bit of coffee foam from your lip. 

Vi’s soul left her body. 

“Y-yeah, no problem,” she stammered, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself from toppling over. “Sorry again about, y’know, ruining your shirt and, uh, your day—”

“You didn’t ruin my day,” you cut in smoothly, taking another sip of your drink. “Just my shirt. And honestly? If this is your way of flirting, keep it up. I like it.”

Vi forgot how to breathe. Ellie choked on her own drink. 

“You should do it again sometime,” you added, winking before turning toward the door. 

Vi watched you leave, slipping your arm into Caitlyn’s as you giggled, the coffee shop suddenly feeling a lot warmer. 

Ellie whistled. “Holy shit, lover girl. You might actually have a shot.”

Vi, still reeling, stared at her with wide eyes. “I need to lie down.”

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Vi didn’t expect to see you again so soon, but campus had a funny way of throwing her into awkward situations. 

The next morning, she was rushing across the quad, still half-asleep, when she heard someone calling her name. 

“Vi!”

She skidded to a stop, heart already hammering. She turned to find you walking toward her, wearing her jacket. 

Her poor, gay heart couldn’t handle it. 

“Oh, hey,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Uh, how’s your shirt situation?”

You laughed. “Better. But I figured I’d keep this for a bit longer. Hope you don’t mind?”

“Mind?” Vi said, as if the thought of you wearing her clothes wasn’t currently rewriting her entire brain chemistry. “Nope. Not at all. Keep it forever, if you want.”

You raised a brow. “Forever, huh? You sure about that?”

Vi’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again, before she managed, “I mean—you look good in it, so—yeah?”

Your lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. 

“Good,” you said, stepping a little closer. “Because I was thinking… if you wanted your jacket back, you might have to take me out to dinner first.”

Vi stared. You smiled. Ellie, watching from Vi and her dorm window, fist-pumped the air. 

“I—uh—” Vi cleared her throat. “Dinner. Yeah. I can do that. Totally. Absolutely. When—uh—when were you thinking?”

You pretended to think, tilting your head. “Tonight?”

“Tonight,” Vi repeated, still buffering. “Yep. Cool. Great. I’ll—uh—I’ll text you?”

“Looking forward to it, lover girl,” you teased, before turning on your heel and strolling away, Vi’s jacket still draped over your shoulders. 

Vi stood there for a solid minute, staring at where you’d been. 

Then she pulled out her phone and texted Ellie:

Vi: I think I just agreed to a date???

Ellie: YOU WHAT!!!!

——————————

Vi was sweating. 

Which was ridiculous, because it was cold outside, and she was currently standing in front of your dorm, hands stuffed in her pockets, trying not to hyperventilate. 

She’d spent way too long getting ready—changing shirts three times, debating whether her other leather jacket was too much (Ellie convinced her it was ‘peak masc lesbian energy,’ and Dina agreed so she must have been right), and trying not to puke from nerves. 

And now, she was here. About to take you on a date. 

You swung the door open before she could knock. “Vi!”

Oh. Oh. 

You were in a black dress, snug in all the right places, and Vi swore she momentarily lost all motor function. 

“You good?” You asked, smirking. 

“Yeah,” Vi said, voice cracking like a teenage boy. She cleared her throat. “Yeah. Totally. You look—uh—wow.”  

You laughed, locking your dorm behind you. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

Vi absolutely wasn’t blushing. Definitely not. “I’m not nervous.”

“Mhm,” you said, linking your arm through hers as you started down the hallway. “So, where are you taking me, lover girl?”

————————

Vi had racked her brain for the perfect place and eventually settled on a nice, cozy little restaurant near campus. It wasn’t fancy, but it was real—warm lighting, a killer burger menu, and a jukebox playing old rock songs in the corner. 

You slid into the booth across from her, propping your chin on your hand as you watched her. 

“So, Vi,” You said, eyes twinkling. “You gonna tell me why it took spilling coffee on me to finally make a move?”

Vi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Can we not talk about my tragic lack of game?”

You grinned. “I think it’s cute.”

“You think everything is cute.”

“Not everything,” you teased, leaning forward. “Just you.”

Vi choked on her water. 

The rest of the date was… perfect. 

You talked, you laughed, you stole a few of her fries like it was the most natural thing in the world. Hi was completely gone for you, and by the time you both stepped outside into the crisp night air, she was wondering how the hell she’d gotten so lucky. 

You walked side by side, the streetlights casting a soft glow around you. 

“This was fun,” you said, tugging Vi’s jacket around you a little tighter. 

“Yeah,” Vi agreed, shoving her hands in her pockets. “I mean, aside from me embarrassing myself every five seconds.”

You stopped walking, turning to face her. “You didn’t embarrass yourself.”

Vi huffed. “I literally poured coffee on you, made an idiot out of myself, and nearly passed out when I saw you in that dress.”

You tilted your head. “Oh, so you liked the dress?”

Vi blinked. “Uh—yes? Obviously? Have you seen yourself?”

You stepped closer. “I have,” you said, voice soft. “But I like seeing myself through your eyes.”

Vi forgot how to breathe. 

Then, before she could process what was happening, you reached to her, gently tugging her up by the collar of her jacket—

And kissed her. 

It was soft at first, hesitant, like you were waiting for her to freak out—but Vi wasn’t that much of a loser. 

She kissed you back. Harder. 

Her hands found your waist, pulling you in, and you sighed into her mouth like you’d been waiting for this just as much as she had. 

When you finally pulled away, Vi was dazed. 

You smiled, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Took you long enough, lover girl.” 

Vi let out a breathless laugh. “With the wait?”

You grinned. “Definitely.”

And then you kissed her again, just because you could. 

If you enjoyed this one shot, please check out my other series!

[yara0546]

୨୧ When they confess their love, but you think it’s a joke .    .    .    반응 ; ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Light Angst, Comedy

୨୧ Word Count: 1,000–1,200 words

୨୧ Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

୨୧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

Masterlist

✦ Heeseung   ୨୧   ;   희승   !

You were sitting across from Heeseung at a café, laughing at a funny memory when he suddenly stopped mid laugh.

"I like you, Y/N. A lot." His voice was softer than usual, his gaze locked onto yours.

You chuckled. "Pfft, sure, Heeseung. And I’m secretly a billionaire."

His smile faltered for a split second before he leaned in, resting his arms on the table. "I’m serious."

You blinked at him, still half-expecting him to laugh it off. But when he didn’t, your breath hitched. His usual playful demeanor was gone his eyes held nothing but sincerity.

"I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N. Don’t laugh it away."

At that moment, you realized this wasn’t a joke.

✦ Jay   ୨୧   ;   제이   !

Jay had been dropping hints for weeks, but when he finally gathered the courage to confess, you just… laughed.

"Oh, Jay, that’s a good one! You almost got me."

His jaw clenched, and he exhaled sharply. "Y/N. I’m. Not. Joking."

You still grinned. "Come on, Jay, you’re always teasing me. Why would this be any different?"

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but keeping his cool. "Because this is the first time I’m telling you something that actually matters." His voice was lower now, more serious.

Seeing the shift in his tone, your stomach dropped. He wasn’t playing around.

✦ Jake   ୨୧   ;   제이크   !

Jake’s confession was clumsy but heartfelt.

"I… um… I like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. More than just friends."

You burst out laughing. "Jake, stop, you’re too funny!"

His face turned beet red, and he started fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. "Wait… what? You think I’m joking?"

You nodded, still giggling. "Well, duh! You flirt with everyone!"

Jake’s eyes widened, and he stepped closer. "Yeah, but not like this. Not with you."

Your laughter faded as his sincerity sunk in. Oh.

✦ Sunghoon   ୨୧   ;   성훈   !

Sunghoon confessed in the middle of a casual conversation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I like you, Y/N. It’s kind of annoying how much I do."

You snorted. "Nice try, Sunghoon. You’re hilarious."

He narrowed his eyes. "What part of that was funny?"

You smirked. "You? Liking me? No way."

Sunghoon crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. "Wow. You really think I’d joke about something like this?"

You hesitated. Sunghoon wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked offended.

"I don’t say things I don’t mean, Y/N. Maybe you should think about that."

✦ Sunoo   ୨୧   ;   선우   !

Sunoo’s confession was all sparkles and confidence.

"Y/N, I have a confession to make. I like you, and I think we’d be the cutest couple ever."

You gasped theatrically. "Oh no, Sunoo’s finally lost his mind!"

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then placed a hand over his chest.

"EXCUSE ME?!"

You giggled. "Come on, you love attention. This is just for fun, right?"

His mouth fell open. "How DARE you underestimate my sincerity! Do you know how many times I practiced this in front of the mirror?!"

His over the top reaction made you laugh even harder until you saw the actual hurt in his eyes.

"Y/N… I really meant it."

Oops.

✦ Jungwon   ୨୧   ;   정원   !

Jungwon confessed after days of overthinking.

"I like you, Y/N. Like… more than a friend."

You burst into laughter. "Jungwon, that was so deadpan. You need to work on your delivery."

His face remained neutral. "It wasn’t a joke."

You faltered. "Wait… you’re serious?"

Jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why would I joke about something like this?"

Your heart pounded. You had just laughed in his face. Oh no.

"It’s fine." He forced a small smile. "I’ll just… pretend you didn’t say that."

Now you felt horrible.

✦ Ni-ki   ୨୧   ;   니키   !

Ni-ki’s confession was blunt and direct.

"I like you. A lot."

You immediately rolled your eyes. "Haha, good one, Ni-ki."

He frowned. "What’s funny?"

"You! You’re always teasing me, why would I believe this?"

His expression darkened slightly. "Because it’s true?"

You still looked skeptical, and he huffed. "You know what? Fine. Don’t believe me. But I’ll prove it to you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How?"

Ni-ki smirked. "Just wait and see."

And from that day on, he made it his mission to show you exactly how much he meant it.

[bitchinbarzal]

Left in the cold | C Keller

summary: after a fight about clayton’s intentions with a woman at and event his anger has him making the worst decisions.

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Clayton’s jaw was tight as he stood in the middle of the team charity event, his grip on his drink firm. You had been arguing for most of the night, hushed, forced smiles in front of donors and cameras, but the moment the last handshake was over, things started boiling over.

“You could’ve at least pretended to be in a good mood” you snapped under your breath as the two of you made your way toward the exit.

Clayton scoffed “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I needed to put on a performance while my girlfriend is acting like I’m the worst person in the world”

“Maybe if you actually listened to me instead of getting defensive, I wouldn’t have to!” you shot back, slipping into the passenger seat of his car with an angry huff.

The drive home was tense, Clayton’s hands tight on the wheel as you sat rigid in your seat. The event had been important; funds raised, PR boosted but none of that mattered when you were fighting like this.

“You were flirting with her, Clayton” you finally said, voice quieter but cutting.

His knuckles went white on the steering wheel “Are you kidding me? She’s a team sponsor, Y/N. I was being polite”

“Polite is one thing. Laughing at every word she says, letting her touch your arm, leaning in like she’s the only person in the room? That’s something else”

Clayton exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw locked “You’re being ridiculous”

That was it. That was the last straw.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and snapped “Pull over”

He shook his head, still staring straight ahead “No”

“Clayton, pull the damn car over!”

With a sharp jerk of the wheel, he swerved to the side of the empty road, tires crunching against gravel. The moment the car was in park, you threw the door open, stepping out into the cold night air.

“Are you serious right now?” he called after you, following as you stormed a few steps away.

“Yes, I am serious!” you yelled, finally turning to face him “I am so tired of feeling like I have to fight for your attention!”

Clayton groaned, raking a hand through his hair “Y/N, you are the only person I care about, and you know that”

“Do I?” Your voice cracked “Because I don’t feel like I do!”

His breath hitched, and for the first time that night, something softened in his face. But then, just as quickly, the anger came back, washing away whatever moment of understanding had flickered between you.

“You know what?” he muttered, turning on his heel “I’ve had enough of this”

You watched in disbelief as he got back into the car, slamming the door shut. Your heart pounded in your chest as he started the engine, expecting him to sit there, cool off, maybe argue some more.

But then the car started moving.

“Clayton!” you shouted, stepping toward the road. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate.

You watched as his taillights disappeared into the night, the sound of the tires fading until there was nothing but silence.

Clayton barely made it a mile before regret hit him like a punch to the gut.

“Shit” he muttered, slamming his hand against the steering wheel.

He pulled a sharp U-turn, his mind racing. He never should have left. Never should have let his anger get the best of him. You were standing alone on the side of the road, and he had just driven away.

But when he got back, you weren’t there.

His heart dropped. He parked haphazardly, jumping out of the car, scanning the area “Y/N?”

No answer.

His stomach twisted as he pulled out his phone, calling you. Straight to voicemail.

Panic settled in his bones. He tried again. Nothing.

He checked every nearby street, every corner, calling your name into the night. He flagged down a passing car, asked if they had seen anyone walking—no luck.

After an hour of searching with no sign of you, he drove straight to the police station.

Filing a missing persons report was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever done. The questions felt like static in his ears. When did you last see her? What was she wearing? Does she have a history of disappearing?

Clayton ran his hands down his face, feeling sick “No,” he answered hoarsely “She doesn’t just disappear”

Another hour passed. Still nothing.

Desperate, he pulled out his phone, texting the team group chat:

Clayton: Has anyone seen Y/N?

The three dots appeared almost instantly, and then a text appeared.

Logan: She’s at your place, man. She showed up like an hour ago. Didn’t say much, just asked for the spare key.

Clayton exhaled sharply, relief flooding him so fast he felt lightheaded.

Without another word, he bolted out of the station, driving home faster than he probably should have.

When he opened the front door, you were curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, staring at your phone.

The moment you saw him, your eyes flashed with something unreadable—relief, anger, exhaustion—all at once.

“You left me” you said softly.

Clayton swallowed hard “I know”

“I had to walk back alone. I had to find a way home alone”

“I know,” he repeated, voice cracking. He moved toward you cautiously, guilt weighing him down like lead “Y/N, I—”

“Do you even understand how scared I was?”

His stomach twisted “Yeah,” he admitted “Because I was terrified too. I went to the police station. I thought—I thought something happened to you”

You looked down at your hands, exhaling shakily.

Clayton knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your knees “I messed up. I let my anger get the best of me, and I left when I never should have. And I swear to you, Y/N, I will never, ever do that again”

You studied his face, searching for something—maybe sincerity, maybe just proof that he meant it.

After a long moment, you whispered “You really scared me, Clay”

His throat tightened “I know”

Silence stretched between you before he finally reached for you, hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right anymore. But when you leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around you, he knew he wasn’t too late.

“I’m so sorry” he murmured into your hair “I love you, and I’m so damn sorry”

For a while, you didn’t say anything. But then, finally, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

“I was so scared”

It felt like his heart was breaking in his chest and he couldn’t stop it.

[katyswrites]

this love came back to me

PART 1 | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol use, allusions to/discussions of smut, discussions of virginity, minor angst

Wordcount: 2.1k

Your sister is getting married - and you're thrilled for her. Yes, it means returning to Hawkins, years after moving away. But, as Maid of Honor, who are you to refuse? That is, until you run into Steve Harrington - an old high school flame. It's been over a decade, and a lot has changed - but in many ways, you're both still the same. And, as it turns out, he's invited to the wedding, much to your chagrin. Can you two keep it cool? Or will old feelings come bubbling to the surface?

First loves, broken hearts, and everything in between. A second-chance-romance, and the ultimate reckoning of two old friends. And, lots of champagne-induced antics.

PART 1 | it's been a while, i didn't mean to stare

July, 1997

The moment you walk into the bar, you instantly feel transported back in time. Despite being years since you last set foot in Christopher’s, the place is very much the same, in many ways. The lights are a bit too dim, the band in the corner isn’t terrible, but isn’t great, the patrons’ ages averaging in their 50s. Unless things have changed, you know that the later crowd will be full of high schoolers and college kids, coming for the DJ that will inevitably replace the cover band, and a bartender that places fast and loose with IDs. But for now, the dive makes you feel like being in high school all over again. You sigh, already knowing you need the strongest drink you can get. It’s only once you approach the bar that you see him, and it stops you in your tracks.

You can only see the slightest bit of his side profile, but he’s unmistakable - you’d know him anywhere. He’s a bit more filled-out, his hair a bit shorter, but it’s unmistakably -

“Steve?” you say, dumbfounded. The man turns, confused, and his eyes widen when he sees you.

“Oh - oh my god, hey -”

His voice is a littel deeper, but still so him. His jaw is broader, darkened by a little bit of stubble, and his eyes crinkle more than they used to when he smiles - but, it’s still Steve Harrington. He stands, taller than you remember. Before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into a tight hug.

“Oh -”

It’s a little awkward, but you hug him back, unsure how else to react. It only lasts a moment, then he’s pulling away, taking a proper look at you.

“How long has it been?” he asks.

“Probably about ten years, if you believe it -”

“I - you look great,” he says. “I mean - you seem like you’re doing great -”

“Uh - yeah, you see -”

“How’s New York treating you?” he asks, sounding perhaps a bit too enthusiastic.

You pause.

“How did you know I was still in New York?”

“Oh - um - I ran into your mom in the grocery store a few months ago - she brought it up, I didn’t ask about you or anything -” he assures, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Right - I think she mentioned that,” you say quietly, recalling Steve’s name coming up on a phone call with your mother not too long ago. “So, uh - you still live in town, huh?”

It doesn’t come out the way you want it to, and his smile drops slightly.

“Yeah - I work for my dad -”

“Oh, that’s great!” you say, knowing it sounds a bit hasty and high-pitched.

He shrugs. “I mean, it’s fine - nothing like you taking on the Big Apple, or whatever -”

“Don’t be like that -”

He just shrugs again, and sighs.

“So - why are you back in Hawkins?” he asks, meeting your eyes again.

“Oh - my sister’s getting married, actually -”

His face lights up. “No way - Sarah, right?”

You nod. “Yeah - good memory.”

“So, it’s tomorrow?” he asks - it’s currently a Friday night, so it’s a fair enough question.

“No - next weekend. Tomorrow’s the bachelorette, actually.”

Steve nods, then furrows his brow in thought.

“Hey - the guy Sarah’s marrying - his name doesn't happen to be Peter, does it?”

You raise an eyebrow, taken aback. “It actually is… he’s - he’s a nice guy - uh, how do you know that?”

Steve stares at you for a moment, and laughs.

“What?”

“It’s just - I think I’m going to your sister’s wedding -”

You feel your stomach flip.

“What?” you repeat.

“Peter - he’s an old college buddy of mine. We honestly haven’t seen each other in a long time, but - he sent an invite, and I thought it was crazy that it was so close in Indianapolis, but I figured I had no excuse -”

“How - how the fuck did you not realize he was marrying my sister? We have the same last name?”

Steve shrugs. “I didn’t read the invite that closely -”

You roll your eyes, and drop your bag, sliding onto a barstool.

“Can I have a shot of tequila, please?” you ask the bartender, ignoring Steve.

“Make that two,” he says.

You sigh.

“C’mon,” he says, plopping down next to you. “You have to admit, this is kind of funny.”

“I’m glad you find it so hilarious -”

“Look, in a lot of ways, it’s good we ran into each other now - just to get past this… thing.”

You scoff, causing him to sigh.

“Look, there’s - how many people coming to this thing?”

“About 150 -”

“Okay, so - 150 people, it’s not like we’ll be hanging out all night. We probably won’t even be sitting together -”

“We won’t - I’m her Maid of Honor, and the bridal party and groomsmen are all sitting together.”

“Great! Hey, this doesn’t have to be weird -”

“It’s not weird - we’re both adults -”

“I know,” he assures. “I mean - it’s nice to see you.”

You exhale, and nod. “Yeah.. it’s nice to see you, too. I’m glad - you seem to be doing well.”

Two shot glasses are slid towards you, and you each take one. Steve raises it encouragingly. You give in, clinking your glass with his.

“To old friends,” you declare.

“And the happy couple,” Steve adds, his voice laced with a familiar cheekiness. You roll your eyes, and down the shot, grimacing.

“You were always shit at taking your liquor,” he comments. You playfully smack him in the arm.

“Glad to see you haven’t changed,” he laughs, slamming his shotglass on the bar.

“I like to think I have, actually.”

He stares at you a moment, and smiles. “Yeah, but in a good way, I think. You’re still… as cool as I remember.”

“I’m cool?”

“Yeah - you’re the only person who was always honest in high school - you were real. I liked that.”

“Oh, I know you did,” you murmur. His face goes a bit red as he chokes on his beer, and you realize how that sounded.

“Oh, I didn’t mean like that -”

“It’s cool - it’s fine. Like you said, all of that was a long time ago.”

The discomfort hangs in the air for a moment, and he clears his throat.

“Speaking of which… you bringing a date to this thing?”

“This thing being my baby sister’s wedding?”

He nods. You laugh to yourself, and shake your head. 

“No - um, I just went through a breakup not too long ago, actually. You?”

He just smiles - for a moment, he looks just like the teenaged boy you knew.

“Nah - flying solo.”

You nod, and signal for another round of shots.

“I kind of missed you,” he admits.

“Don’t do that,” you say, gently.

“I know I shouldn’t - I just meant, as a friend -”

“Were we ever friends, really?”

His face falls for a second, and he sighs. “I don’t know - maybe not.”

You both down the next round of shots in silence.

“Hey - um - maybe we can grab dinner this week or something,” he says quietly. “You know, not surrounded by the geriatric drunks of Hawkins.”

You let out a small laugh. “I don’t know - I’ll probably be so busy helping Sarah with last-minute wedding stuff, then we have to head to the city on Friday for the rehearsal -”

“Yeah, of course,” he says quickly.

“I should get going, anyways,” you declare, standing abruptly. You throw some cash on the bar, and sling your bag over your shoulder.

“Right - I guess I’ll see you next weekend?”

You nod, a bit more curtly than you intend.

“See you around, Steve.”

There’s a flicker of something unreadable across his face. You don’t linger, and just head out the door, not looking back.

Twelve years earlier - August, 1985

You stared up at the ceiling, pulling the sheets up enough to cover yourself. It was almost silent, minus the sound of heavy breathing, both of you unsure what to say.

Steve flopped down next to you, utterly spent. He wore a bit of a dopey grin, and turned to face you.

You met his eyes, and offered a small smile.

“So… that was sex, I guess,” you declared, laughing nervously. Steve grinned.

“Yeah… it was. That was fuckin’ great -”

“Mm,” you murmured noncomittally.

He got up for a moment, and you heard him throw the condom in the trash, before climbing back under the covers.

“Um - was it okay, for you?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow. “I - I didn’t hurt you, right?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah! I mean - I figured it might hurt, and it did, at first -”

“Shit, sorry -”

“Not your fault - um - and the last minute or so, it - it felt nice -”

“Nice?” he echoed.

You sighed, exasperated. “Yeah - I mean -”

“So you didn’t finish?”

“I don’t think so, no,” you admitted. “But, I think thats normal?” you added, naively.

“Right - probably,” he agreed. He reached out, and awkwardly brushed some of your hair out of your face.

“Want me to - try again?” he asked. You shook your head quickly.

“No, it’s fine. I - we both wanted to lose our virginities before college, and we did. Mission accomplished, right?”

He just stared at you for a moment. “Yeah - I guess -”

“Cool - um, I should probably go -”

“Right -”

“It’s just - I’m leaving for school so early tomorrow - we’re driving to New York, with all my stuff -”

“Of course -”

You sat up, glancing around. He cleared his throat, and you looked over - he was holding out your bra to you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, snatching it quickly. “Um, do you mind - giving me some privacy?”

“Seriously? We were just -”

“I know, but I just - please?”

He rolled his eyes, and turned away. You clambered out of bed, finding your discarded clothes on the floor. You pulled them on quickly, and smoothed them out as best as you could.

“Okay, you can look now.”

He turned back over, sitting up - the comforter falls a bit, leaving his chest visible, and you felt your face get warm.

“This was fun,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze. The discomfort was tangible.

“Yeah,” he replied, staring down at his hands, fiddling with the sheets. “Um, let me give you a ride home -”

“That’s okay, I can walk -”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah - it’s fine, seriously.”

There was a beat of silence, the only sound being the ticking of Steve’s bedside alarm clock.

“So - see you around?”

He nodded.

“Thanksgiving break, probably. And hey - you’re gonna kill at Columbia.”

You laughed,and jokingly flicked your hair over your shoulder. “I know.”

He broke into a smile.

“And, um - you’re also going to kill it at Stanford,” you add.

His mouth twitched, almost a smile. “They only let me in because I can throw a ball into a net.”

“Don’t say that -”

“It’s true - whatever, it doesn’t matter,” he mutters. You didn’t really know what to say to that, so you just stand at the end of his bed, a bit uncomfortable.

“Thanks, by the way - for, uh, doing this,” he said, his cheeks tinged a bit red as he gestures between you two.

“I mean, it was my idea - I just wanted - I didn’t want it to be a big deal -”

“It wasn’t - I mean, it was good - you were great.”

“I know,” you said again, so matter-of-fact. Your cool, carefree demeanor was back, the very thing that made you ask Steve to do this in the first place. He chuckled, pulling his boxers on under the covers.

“Let me at least walk you to the door - I’ve got to lock it behind you, anyways.”

You decided to let him, bounding down the stairs, knowing the Harrington house all-too-well from too many rager parties over the years.

He opened the front door, and you both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Um -”

“Thanks,” you said. “I - I didn’t want this to be -”

“It’s not,” he jumped in quickly. “We’re cool. And.. I won’t tell anyone, if you don’t want me to.”

He actually sounded sincere, as far as you could tell.

You both stared at each other for a moment. Then, he slowly opened his arms, a clear invitation. You both embraced, the hug a bit stiff, and pulled away.

“See you around, Steve,” you said, voice a little softer.

You walked home in silence, not even wanting the distraction of your Walkman. Things would be weird with Steve now, you knew that. He was sort-of a friend, but - what was he now? It didn’t matter, you told yourself - you were going to college tomorrow, starting a new life. Aside from an occasional run-in during school breaks, you’d probably never have to really talk to him again… right?

author’s note: a new fic! I bet you thought you’d never see the day! I have lots of ideas for this one, so strap in. This is a pretty short chapter, but future ones will probably be longer. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!

[moonlightrafe]

Delicate

summary: On a night out to forget his past, Aemond finds himself thinking of a future with you

pairing: Modern!Aemond x Stripper!Reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol consumption, sex work, reader is a single mom, semi-public, lactation kink, mommy kink (yaaay), handjobs, cum play 18+ MDNI

note: This is a repost 🙈so if it flops, it flops

Aemond Targaryen was never a fan of strip clubs. He viewed them as not only a waste of time, but a waste of money. Spending ungodly amounts on overpriced, watered down drinks. Just for a girl who pretended to be attracted to him, could dance on him for a couple of hours. He always left feeling impure while glitter and the scent of cotton candy clung to his clothes. It just wasn’t his thing, he had better ways to spend his time.

And yet, he found himself on his way to one now, on a Tuesday night. With his heathen of a brother and his immature friends. What had become of him?

You’re on the opposite side of town, also getting ready for the evening. Hot steam and the scent of lavender invigorates your senses as you’ve just finished taking an ‘everything’ shower. You’re scrubbed to the bone, freshly exfoliated, shaved, and now lathering vanilla scented lotion onto your skin when your phone buzzes.

Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon was your typical rich, frat boy who frequented the club you worked at. Over the years he had become something more of a friend than a customer. He would sometimes bring you food, or weed, or a pack of cigarettes. He had even came to your defense when certain men would over step boundaries with you.

He was a good customer, gave a lot of money to the club – and to you. He wasn’t exactly your type but there was no denying he was attractive.

you workin tonight?

depends who’s asking 😈 jk … u know where to find me 💋

perfect. and not for me 😢 have a guy who needs a distraction. wear smth expensive!

oh? 👀🤨

money talks baby

💸💦

It’s a rainy Tuesday night, you’re not sure why you agreed to pick up a shift in the first place. But you could use some extra cash, and your daughter is at her dad’s this week.

Even though the club you work at is one of the busiest in Kings Landing, you anticipate it to be an uneventful evening. Aegon coming in changes things, maybe you’ll have some sort of fun, and st the the very least someone to talk to.

It’s just you and two other girls working tonight. There are three men sat around the stage as Floris dances, and Sara is occupied with a private dance in the back. As you predicted, a pretty slow night. You have the bartender make you a drink, a dirty shirley. You sit and tap on the glass waiting for some action when Aegon finally shows up.

He has a decent sized group of guys with him, most of which seem to already be under the influence. In order to not appear desperate you wait for him Aegon to come to you.

“Lookin’ good, girl!” he calls, leaning in to hug you, “and you wore expensive perfume, that’s a good girl,” he flirts as he slides you a $50 bill and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Is this for… your friend?”

“Not a friend,” he states proudly, a devilish grin on his face, “my brother.“

You look past Aegon to the group of guys he sauntered in with, and then you spot him. A tall, lean guy with hair the same shade as Aegon’s; except his is much shorter, and styled neatly. He’s aimlessly scrolling his phone, barely looking around. You notice he has a pack of Marlboro Menthols in his hand. With a cool demeanor and a jawline chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves, you are in for it.

He resembles Aegon for sure, though he is much more handsome.

“Gods, there’s two of you,” you groan jokingly.

“Actually, there’s four of us,” Aegon corrects, “but one’s sixteen and the other is a girl, our sister.”

Aegon hardly ever spoke of his family and when he did it was never in detail. All you knew was that they were toxic, full of drama, lacking love, and filthy rich.

“That’s right. Well, what do I need to know about this one?”

“That’s Aemond. Go easy on him, he’s a major nerd, hates all things fun, and the club isn’t really his scene — total opposite of me,” he notes, “but he’s been hung up on this older woman and I need him to get under someone else to get over it.”

You raise your eyebrows at him a second time, unsure of what you’re getting yourself into.

“What can I say? We’re a complicated bunch, but it’s nothing you can’t handle, right princess?”

You giggle at the pet name and he grins before he smacks you hard on the ass.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You glance over in Aemond’s direction again, now he sips on an old fashioned and his expression remains unreadable.

You decide to head to the back to quickly freshen yourself up. You’ll need to mentally prepare yourself before sinking your paws into Aegon’s sexy-as-hell brother. You brush out your curls, pick away any dried mascara from below your eyelids and generously apply more perfume. Baccarat 540, it was expensive, thank you very much.

You take a large sip of your own drink before you saunter your way back out front and over to the table where he sits.

"Hey! You look like you could use a friend" you purr, “can I offer you a dance?"

Aemond looks over to Aegon who is giving him a thumbs up before looking at you. His eye scans your body.

"Um, yeah,” he finally responds, swallowing thickly, “yeah, you can.”

This time he smiles as he checks you out.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" you offer in a whisper, motioning to one of the closed off rooms, "ya know away from prying eyes?"

"Sure," he replies and your perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him to one of the rooms. Once you’re alone, tucked away behind the velvet curtain, he takes it upon himself to take a seat on the leather couch.

“So how does this work?" he questions nonchalantly, taking a large sip of his old fashioned.

“You’ve never gotten a private dance before?” you ask him and he shakes his head as he swallows.

“Oh, well, I’m flattered,” you giggle, taking a seat next to him, feeling him out.

“Well, while we’re in here,” you say as you place your palm on his leg, “I’m all yours,” you smile.

“All mine, huh?”

“That’s right,” you soon come realize that Aemond isn’t even sure what he wants. You take a large sip of your drink, finishing it off in one gulp.

You slowly straddle Aemond’s lap, refusing to break eye contact as you move your body to the rhythm of the song the booms through the speakers. Your palms glide over his lean chest, teasing and tantalizing as you continue to sway your hips. Aemond keeps a firm grip on the couch, his hands not leaving his sides. You reach down and take them in yours.

“You can touch me, I promise you won’t break me,” you encourage, guiding his hands up your body.

His hands run up and down your stomach, causing a fire to ignite in your belly. His touch is more gentle than what you’re used to. He uses his thumbs to swipe over the sheer fabric of your bra against your nipples. You gasp under his touch but he quickly removes his hands from you, yet you feel his cock grow harder underneath you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, your hands flying to your breasts, instantly feeling two damp spots there. Fuck.

It’s something you know is inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any less awkward. All of your regulars are already aware of your situation, but with someone new and unsuspecting, it’s an uncomfortable conversation. You’d found a lot of men are actually turned on by it, but there is always that chance that the current one won’t be.

“I – I’m so sorry. I don’t usually confide this, erm, Aegon knows… I have a one year old who’s still breastfeeding.”

Aemond appears to be at a loss for words. You need to get up before he can reject you himself.

“Let me just—” He stares at you intently as you’re about to remove yourself from his lap. He is definitely caught off guard by your confession, but not in the negative way that you think.

“That’s no problem,” he says huskily as he composes himself, “you stay right here.” His gaze is piercing as he keeps his hands firm on your hips, the cool metal of his rings digs into your flesh as he holds you in place in his lap.

“Alright, if you’re sure,” you mutter back to him, feeling relieved.

“Oh, I’m sure,” he tells you, the bulge in his pants evidently harder than it was earlier.

You study him carefully, there is a hunger in his eye that wasn’t there before, even moments ago. It’s as if his entire demeanor has changed. You figure you can use this to your advantage.

“I don’t usually do this, but I’m making an exception,” you tell him as you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the dirty floor.

“Because I’m Aegon’s brother?” he asks.

“No, because …. I want to.”

It was true, you didn’t normally get this intimate with customers, but something about Aemond was drawing you in.

Aemond’s eye widens as you reveal your glistening nipples to him. You squeeze at your breast lightly, grinding yourself into him, and he rewards you with a moan. your thumb around your nipple, gathering some of your milk onto it before rubbing it along Aemond’s lower lip. He eagerly accepts it into his mouth, sucking it harshly, nipping at your fingertip.

“You like that?”

“Mhm,” he groans against you, releasing your thumb before leaning forward into you. He smells good, expensive cologne and nicotine. His lips find their way to your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. His fingers ghost down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arch into him, wanting more.

He continues to move at an agonizingly slow pace, taking his time with you as his lips make their way from your throat down to your chest. Your breath hitches once his tongue finally comes in contact with your nipple, lapping at the droplets of milk there. He takes your flesh into his mouth, gently suckling, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Your mind is going hazy as arousal leaks from your core, you grind down harder on him.

Aemond continues to suckle at your breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he drinks from you with ease. His eyes are closed, his mind completely lost to the sensation of you in his mouth. Your body trembles against him and he feels it, your small whimpers and moans sending waves urging him on.

He pulls away slowly, and you wince at the loss of contact. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses across your skin as he looks up at you with glassy eyes.

You lean back, positioning yourself so that you have access to the button of Aemond’s jeans.

“Can I?” you ask.

He nods his head eagerly, unbuttoning them for you and yanking the zipper down with quickness.

You wrap your hand around his length, tugging gently as your free hand flies to the back of his head, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

You lean down to cup and squeeze his balls as he sucks at your right breast.

“Fuck, M-mommy,” he moans.

Your eyes widen at his choice of words but they stir something in you.

“You wanna be a good boy and cum for mommy baby?”

“Yes! I’m — I’m good,” he stutters, rutting himself up into your palm.

Your hand works quicker as he finds himself back at your chest. Drinking from you like a man starved.

A few more languid pumps of his cock and he’s shooting thick, pearly ropes into your hand. You move your hand down lower to cup and squeeze at his balls for a moment before bringing it back to your mouth, licking away the salty remnants as Aemond shoves his cock back into his pants.

As if right on schedule, the timer you set on your phone to keep track of the time goes off.

“Well, looks like our time’s up,” you say with a frown.

“Looks like it,” he replies and the air swells with tension.

You turn to leave to give him a moment to find his composure, get himself together but he yanks at your wrist.

“Wait! Let me take you out!” he blurts out at you, “on a date, a real one. Please.”

You lean up to wipe a smudge of your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth.

“This was paid for, ya know?” You say empathetically and his eye darkens.

Great. You’ve offended him.

“I know that,” he says sternly, “Just, I want to take you out. Please. Just one date.”

“One date,” you repeat.

“Yes,” he assures, his good eye gleaming.

“Okay.”

You give Aemond your phone number and you let him add his to your phone.

“I will text you,” he assured before he goes to exit the room. You follow him out and watch as he makes his way back to Aegon who is bright eyed and clapping at his brother.

You make eye contact with Aegon and he mouths something to you that you are unable to decipher.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Ring kink~

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, ring kink (obviously), praise kink, use of lube, power play, JJ has a *small* corruption kink, oral receiving, fem!reader, dom!JJ

Plot: You absolutely love the rings JJ always wears. JJ decides to take full advantage of this.

A/n: This was originally supposed to be a short blurb, but I guess I got carried away in the process… Anyway, enjoy this food for anyone else who has an unhealthy attraction to JJ’s rings!

You sat criss-cross-applesauce style on the bed, waiting expectantly for JJ. He was in the bathroom, fetching a bottle of lube. The door opened and he walked back into the bedroom. You could see the rings glint on the fingers that were holding the bottle.

“Such a good girl, all ready for me,” JJ praised you and your naked body. He screwed the cap off of the lube and spread it over your stomach then on top of and around your vagina. You turned around for him so he could rub father back. You shuddered a little as the metal of the rings brushed against your folds. God, how you loved his jewelry, especially when he used them on you sensually like this.

JJ stood back to admire his work. Your bottom half was glossed up with lubricant. Your eyes zeroed in on his hands. You loved the way each signature ring flattered their strong form. They turned you on whenever you saw them, and now they made your pussy flutter. 

JJ just smirked, obviously aware of your acute obsession. “Want 'somma these?” He twirled his fingers in front of his face so the rings caught the light. You swore you salivated.

JJ moved closer and sat himself down on the bed, then cupped your cheek, letting you feel the coolness of the material against your skin. You reached up a hand and brushed your fingers against the bands, tracing them in adoration and memorizing each bump and curve. While your attention was given to his right hand, his left hand slipped downwards and curled inside your opening.

You gasped. He chuckled with his eyes carefully on yours as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The rings’ icy coldness sent shivers throughout your body. With the lube he could easily access you, reaching every spot he knew you loved. You spread your legs for him as he picked up the pace. You whimpered. JJ’s thoughts only turned dirtier and dirtier.

Your blonde boyfriend pushed you by your shoulders so you were lying on your back, then attacked your pussy with his mouth this time. You fell victim to the rhythmic motions of his tongue, expertly moving deeper into you. JJ pressed his hands into your thighs, his hard rings sure to leave marks in the sensitive skin there. He was absolutely swallowing up your juices as he tongue-fucked you.

JJ had always been obsessed with your body, but none other part was like your cunt. He was downright pussy drunk. Hair mussed and looking like a rat’s nest he attacked you again and again, drinking up both your little desperate sounds and your sweet liquid.

“You’re so perfect,” and “You taste like damn heaven, princess,” were the phrases that came from his mouth. They were stifled due to the fact that his face was always buried between your legs.

“God— JJ,” you moaned, unable to keep up with the overstimulating pleasure.

“Yeah, baby?” JJ looked up then dived back in, mouth sucking aggressively onto you. You cried out, louder this time.

“Uh… uh… oh~” was all you could say. JJ grinned against you, fully knowing (and overly horny) of the effect he had on you.

You came over and over again, head falling all the way back and legs shaking uncontrollably. JJ gladly lapped up the cum pouring from you. “Jay!!” You were certain the neighbors could hear you. But then again, you thought through your hazy mind clouded with bliss, you didn’t fucking care.

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[b0amagination]

letting myself out of my tag prison because AAWHGHHWHAG THIS IS MY SHITTTTT

The way he's trying to act cool, moving away, the facade breaking when his captor sits down next to him. The pat on his thigh, as if he doesn't want to go through with what he's about to do (but oh, he absolutely does).

The dread in his eyes when he sees the needle.

Already resigned to it when he tries to bargain.

Shaking and outright begging anyway when he's forced onto his side.

Passing out as his hair is mussed up, pet almost absentmindedly, waiting for him to go limp entirely.

SO. FUCKING. GOOD.

Jack Lowden as Adam Roebuck, in 'The Tunnel' (2013). I

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

you noticed- r.c. x reader

summary: being rafe’s best friend was great but every time he noticed something you did, your heart beat faster.

warnings: angst, reader has low self esteem and body dysmorphia. please, please take care of yourself if it’s a bit triggering <3

a/n: listening to you noticed by lola young inspired this. also, i spent my afternoon crying because of my dad 🙂‍↕️ but at least i tried to put it to good use. english isn’t my first language, just in case there are errors 🙃.

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“i really like your hair today,” he said. you smiled and looked down at your hands to hide your embarrassment.

you mumbled a thanks before changing the subject, “how’s sarah?”

rafe rolled his eyes, “you know. she’s always with john b now, so i barely see her.”

you laughed, “oh to be in love.” you lifted your gaze, only to be meet his blue eyes with an unreadable expression. you looked away before you said something stupid or worse.

“ready to leave?” he gestured to his truck with a tilt of his head.

you saluted, “yes sir.” you practically marched toward the truck before getting in.

you saw him laughing before getting in and turning on the engine. you grabbed the aux as he started driving away and pressed play on the joint playlist you had for your car rides. you lowered your window, breathing in the ocean breeze. you turned your head, only to see him smiling at you.

“i look like a dog with my head out the window, don’t i?” you joked to, again, not think of what his look meant.

he chuckled, “i think your dog name would be lola or something.”

you gasped in mock offense, “how dare you?”

rafe only kept laughing as he turned his gaze toward the road.

“what kind of dog breed would i be?” for some reason you wanted to be a rottweiler or a german shepard. they seemed cool in movies, you guessed.

he scrunched his nose in thought, making his dimple stand out. your heart skipped a beat and your breath grew shallow.

he glanced at you, “i think you’d be a pomeranian or a chihuahua.” his tone was half serious, half joking.

you punched his arm, “rafe cameron, i would not be a small ass dog.” you meant no offense to them, but c’mon.

“sure you would, they’re small and loud and annoying most of the time.” he suppressed a smile, avoiding your gaze.

you glared at him, “i am not loud nor annoying.” you knew that wasn’t true, you could be quite annoying around him sometimes. but that was only because you felt like you could be yourself around him. he was probably the only person who truly saw you. and that scared you so much.

“sure, kid.” he snorted but you knew he wasn’t serious. you rolled my eyes and leaned your head against the door for the rest of the drive.

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you had less than ten minutes before rafe got here to pick you up for lunch. you scurried around your room for perfume because the one you’d been using had run out. you found some cheap shit under the bathroom cabinet and quickly sprayed it on. you figured it wasn’t too bad. your phone buzzed with a message from rafe that he was out front. you quickly ran down the stairs, grabbing your bag and almost tripping over your shoe laces.

“shit.”

nine times out of ten, you stumbled on those steps for the exact same reason. once you got in the car that smelled so much like him, you were hit with the kind of boyish scent mixed with that clean laundry smell that made your head spin. however, he sniffed the air as if something new had invaded his space. he leaned in and inhaled the perfume on your neck, his breath tickling your skin. for a moment, you were certain your heartbeat was loud enough for him to hear, but before you could pull away, he leaned back with a faint smile.

“you smell like jo malone. i like it,” he started driving as if he hadn’t just completely altered your preference for perfume. suddenly, you wanted to run back home to find the name just so you could buy a thousand bottles online. jesus, get a grip.

you looked at what he was wearing for the first time since you’d gotten into the car, and nearly had another heart attack at the blue sweater he wore along with blue jeans. you quickly pulled out your phone in an attempt to distract yourself from staring at him in awe for the rest of the drive. this lunch was going to be eternal.

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the bathing suit was one you usually wouldn’t try on but because rafe insisted the color would look good on you, here you were looking in the mirror. only to now be singling out every part of your body that you felt needed fixing. you took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. it was one of those days where the hatred towards your body was at a high level.

before you could duck back into the dressing room, rafe appeared behind you in the mirror.

his smile was one of the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen.

“see? i told you it would look good on you.”

“you really think so?” you winced when you heard the uncertainty and vulnerability in your voice. he noticed, of course he did.

“of course. i love your body in every form and in every way,” the way he said it and the way he looked at you made you realize that he did mean it. and that only made things more complicated. because you couldn’t have him, when you knew it was gonna end. there was no way you’d be friends.

you nodded and excused yourself to change, not noticing the hurt expression on his face at your dismissal.

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your little sister was sitting on the front porch, painting. you and rafe stepped outside to say goodbye. he had an interview today that was for a job he’d always wanted, so he’d come to your house for a quick pep talk. you’d helped him with his tie, the proximity becoming overwhelming. your fingers had shaken a bit and of course he noticed, but didn’t say anything. you avoided his gaze after that and began rambling about how he needed to act in the interview and what things to say. he’d smiled to himself and hugged you, “thanks, kid.” he kissed the top of your head and that shut you up. sure, he’d shown affection towards you but this time it felt different. he’s just being nice, you told yourself.

and now he was talking with your sister about her painting. you leaned against the door as you watched them interact and frowned when he sat down and loosened his tie.

“hey, you’re going to be late,” you said.

he looked back at you and dismissed your remark, “i promised her i’d help her with her painting.”

“rafe. this interview is important. you’ve wanted this since forever.” your throat grew tight with emotion. there was no way he would miss it just to help your sister with her painting.

he smiled softly, “don’t worry about it. i’ll figure it out.”

“but—“

he cut you off with a look that was clear he was done arguing. you nodded and turned so he couldn’t see the tears that had begun spilling down your cheeks. the thought that formed in your head was clear, i love him.

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the boneyard had been like any other, only this time rafe drove you home. you usually left with sarah and the rest of your friends but you weren’t feeling great. the ride home had been quiet, the reason being the argument you’d had at the party.

you’d seen him talking to a girl and she was laughing at all his jokes, which you knew couldn’t possibly be that funny. but what had pissed you off more was the way she had wrapped her arm around his as if he were hers and the fact that he hadn’t pushed her away. the world got blurry and you threw up at the thought of them kissing. sarah had freaked out and insisted to get you home but you said you were fine, that you just needed fresh air. which was stupid because you were at the beach with plenty of fresh air.

you just needed to get away from there, away from him. you stumbled towards the parking lot to wait in the twinkie for the others but you heard someone shouting your name. shit.

you walked faster as if that would make a difference. he’d seen you and he knew you’d heard him but you still kept going. you suddenly felt an arm wrap around your wrist pulling you to face him. his hair was mused and you saw the faintest hint of lipstick on the corner of his mouth. you felt sick all over again and turned away just in time to not puke on his shoes. thank god. this was embarrassing enough as it is.

“woah, are you okay? c’mon, i’ll take you home,” the worried tone in his voice made your heart break a little. you knew he cared because you were his friend —key word— and that only made hating him even harder.

you jerked your arm away, “i’m fine.”

he frowned at your reaction, “hey, what is it?”

you felt feverish and that was probably why you said the words that came out of your mouth, “nothing. shouldn’t you be out there with miss outer banks over there?”

you only then realized how stupid you sounded but the words were already out.

his face still held the same expression of confusion, “i don’t know what you’re talking about. sarah told me you were sick so i came to check up on you.”

that only made you angrier, “well i’m fine. i’m not a little kid that needs to be taken care of. you can go back to the party.” you turned to keep walking but he took your wrist again and this time grabbed you by the shoulders, glaring down at you.

“don’t fucking walk away from me. i don’t know what the fuck your problem is but you’re not going to take it out on me.” he had never spoken to you that way. and now he was too close and the lipstick was too close to you and the jealousy in your stomach made its way to your tongue.

“oh, i’m sorry. country club over here thinks he’s the center of the universe. well, news flash! you’re not because not everything is about you. i don’t need your help nor did i ask for it.”

his jaw clenched and he lifted one of his hands to grab your chin, making it impossible to get away.

“you’re being completely immature and rude. and i’m not saying it has anything to do with me, but you are making it about me when you’re treating me like shit.” you tried to speak but his hold wouldn’t let you.

“i’m taking you home. end of story. tomorrow we’ll talk about your ridiculous behavior, okay?” you glared at him, because it was the only thing that you could do.

he finally let go of you and you gently touched your chin. it didn’t exactly hurt but it felt tender.

he grabbed your hand and led you to the truck, then proceeded to pick you up by your waist and put on your seatbelt. the whole thing made you feel like a child being scolded by their parent. he slammed the door before getting in the driver’s seat and driving towards your house with a hard grip on the wheel.

now here you were sitting in silence inside his truck, staring at the front porch of your house.

the tension in the air was clear, neither of you was willing to extend an olive branch but because rafe knew how stubborn you could be, he decided to speak first.

you heard him sigh, “kid, i’m sorry. i was just worried about you and the way you treated me made me angry. you know you can talk to me, you’re my best friend.”

you squeezed your eyes at that, the tears falling onto your lap but thankfully it was dark enough for him to notice.

you felt his hand under your chin, turning your head to face him, “hey, what is it?”

when he saw your tear-streaked face, you saw his anger dissolve into worry. he wiped your tears away and pulled you into a hug, which only cause you to cry harder. he ran his hand down your back in soothing motions, knowing you just needed to let it all out. once you were done, you pulled away, only to be inches away from his face. that’s when you saw something click behind his eyes, causing you to wince internally. you looked down at his lips and leaned forward pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. you then pulled away before he could react, getting out of his truck and running into your house. after locking the door behind you, you ran towards your room and locked that door as well before slumping down against it. you brought your knees to your chest and lowered your head into your arms, sobbing.

thoughts kept circling your head but you could only form the one thing you wanted to say to him but couldn’t.

i tried my best to not love you tonight and you noticed.

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sorry if this was bad lol. ty for reading <3

[ministerlo]

Roommate Troubles

You had Ash as a roommate, he was what you would imagine an average American guy looked like, he wasn't that tall and didn't have that much muscle, with equal brown hair and brown eyes, you had been roommates for a couple years now. You know that he’s gay and had a crush on you, but you do not understand why, as you were just as average as he was however, what you didn't know was that Ash believed that you had amazing potential to become his boyfriend however, he believes that you needed some, gentle suggestions. So he has been practicing hypnosis so he can finally make you his. One day, he walks into your room, holding a pendant

"Hey Jackson, I’ve been practicing some hypnosis and was wondering if I could try it on you" he asked a mischievous smirk on his lips.

Your naive self didn't think that it would work, so you thought why not? why not indulge him, after all if you didn't he would just annoy you until you finally conceded. So you agreed.

He smiles widely, clearly excited at the prospect. "Awesome, thanks, Jack! Just sit back, relax, and focus on my voice, okay?"Ash puts on a calm, soothing tone as he begins the induction.

"Imagine yourself in a peaceful place... a warm beach at sunset, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore. Feel the soft sand beneath you, the gentle breeze on your skin. With each breath, let go of any tension or stress..."His eyes lock onto yours intensely as he continues guiding you deeper under. "Your eyelids are growing heavy... they're like lead weights pulling down on your lashes. Soon, they'll close all the way, and when they do, you'll be in an even deeper state of relaxation." Ash slowly circles around behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Just let go, Jack".

You slowly fall into a deep trance, feeling yourself relax beneath Ash's ministrations, following his instructions as you slowly let go, and sink into the trance like state.

Ash pauses for a moment, giving you time to process before continuing. "I'm going to count backward from three, and when I reach one, you'll open your eyes feeling refreshed and focused. But here's the important part - you won't remember anything we just did together, not until I trigger it later with a special word, Relax, which will bring you back to this state. Ready? Ash counts down quietly. "Three... two... one! When you blink, open your eyes," he gives you a reassuring smile. "How are you feeling, Jack? Relaxed? Energized?"

You blink awake, feeling strangely refreshed despite having no memory of the hypnosis session. "Hmm, yeah, actually pretty good. That was weird, though, I don't recall what happened while I was out. What were you doing back there anyway?" I glance around, just enjoying the relaxation not given any reason to doubt my roommate.

Ash steps back slightly, trying to play it cool, but his eyes still smolder with mischievousness. "Oh, nothing much, just some meditation techniques I've been exploring. It's supposed to help clear the mind." He chuckles lightly, attempting to brush off the intensity of the moment. "But enough about that, how about we grab some lunch? I'm starving after our little experiment." Ash offers you a friendly smile, hoping to change the subject and hide his true intentions. As you both head out, Ash can't help but think about the progress he made today. He's getting closer to making you his, and soon you'll be putty in his hands, eager to please him and worship him as his lover.

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Later that evening

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As you're both lounging on the couch watching TV, Ash casually reaches over and places his hand on your thigh. His touch is light but deliberate, testing the waters. "So, Jack," he says, his voice low and smooth,  "I've been thinking... maybe we should have a little fun tonight. Nothing too crazy, just some board games and snacks. What do you say?" Ash's gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he waits for your response. In reality, he has no intention of playing harmless games. This is just the beginning of his plan to break down your defenses and make you vulnerable to his manipulation and hypnosis.

You look at Ash's hand on my thigh and feel a sliver of disgust slide down your back, You ask him to remove his hand. There's something about the casual yet intentional touch that makes me uneasy, not used to and not wanting his touch. "you shake your head, trying to clear the confusing thoughts. "Board games, huh? Yeah, sure, that sounds fine." you nod, deciding to play along for now. "As long as it's not too late, I guess we could give it a try." you shift slightly, trying to create some distance between us without being rude. Ash's proximity is starting to unnerve you.

Ash withdraws his hand, but the heat of his touch lingers on your skin. He nods understandingly, pretending not to notice the unease he's causing. "Wait a second, I'll set everything up." He gets up from the couch and walks towards the living room table, where he keeps a stash of board games. A few minutes later, Ash returns with a game box in hand. "Alright, I picked out a classic - Monopoly. It should be fun!" He sets the game down on the coffee table and pats the spot beside him invitingly.

You finish the episode and stand up, stretching lazily. you walk over to Ash "Monopoly, huh? Okay, let's give it a shot." You sit down next to Ash, trying to ignore the proximity of his body. The game box feels warm from his handling. As you begin setting up the game, Ash's fingers brush against yours, sending another spark of electricity through me. I pull my hand back quickly, focusing intently on arranging the properties and chance cards. "So, do we want to play as usual, or..."

Ash grins mischievously as he watches you fumble with the game pieces, clearly uncomfortable by his "accidental" touches. Why don't we spice things up a bit? Why don't you just relax." His eyes gleam with excitement at the prospect of exploiting your vulnerabilities.

Almost immediately you fall into the deep trance that you had the first time you fell under Ash's control. The word seems to have an instant effect, your body relaxing into the couch cushions as your mind starts to drift. Your eyelids grow heavy. Ash takes advantage of your weakened state, his hand gliding smoothly over the bulge in your pants.

Ash continues to caress your face, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline as he speaks in a soothing, hypnotic tone. "When you're under my spell, your body will respond instinctively. You'll grow hard and eager. And outside of these sessions, remember to take care of yourself. Hit the gym regularly, build up that lean muscle mass. A strong, fit body will only enhance the pleasure you will give me." He pauses, letting his words sink in.

Your eyelids flutter open and close, still hazy from the trance. You nod slowly, your voice slurred. "Y-yes, Ash... I'll obey. Serve you..." Your hips twitch involuntarily as Ash's hand starts to massage your erection through your pants. A soft moan escapes your lips, showing your growing arousal. "G-gym... I'll go to the gym..." I mumble, trying to focus on his commands despite the fog in my mind. "Get harder... for you..." You mumble through the haze of trance

""I'm going to count backwards from three, and when I reach one, you'll open your eyes feeling refreshed and focused. But here's the important part - you won't remember anything we just did together, except you will remember the order I gave you in the back of your mind, you won't remember them but you will follow them regardless. Ash counts down quietly. Three... two... one!"" When you blink open your eyes, you forget what has happened while you were in a trance

You blink rapidly, your gaze focusing on Ash's face as you sit up straight. For a moment, you seem disoriented, but then a bright smile spreads across my features. "Hey, sorry about that! I think I dozed off for a second." You chuckle lightly, running a hand through your hair. "Ready to start the game now?" There's no sign of the earlier tension or confusion in your expression. It's as if the entire trance sequence never occurred, leaving behind only a lingering sense of Ash's presence and the faintest hint of... anticipation? "Let's see who wins this round of Monopoly, shall we?" You picked up the game piece, and your competitive spirit was rekindled.

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The Next Day

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The following day, you wake up with an inexplicable urge to hit the gym. Despite having no prior interest in fitness, you find yourself driven to get in shape. After a quick breakfast, you head to the nearest gym and sign up for a membership on the spot. Over the next few weeks, you develop a consistent workout routine, often arriving at the gym early in the morning before heading home. Your muscles begin to tone, and you notice changes in your physique that you hadn't anticipated.

As you continue your new gym regimen, Ash observes your progress with satisfaction.

One evening, after a particularly intense workout, you return home exhausted but exhilarated, however excited to take a shower. Ash greets you at the door, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your damp, sweat-slicked form. "Wow, Jack, you look amazing! All that your exercise is really paying off". He steps closer, his fingers trailing lightly over your chest and abs, feeling the definition of your muscles. "You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should celebrate your progress with a special reward. Something to help you relax?" cupping the front of your shorts and feeling your hardening cock a suggestive squeeze through the fabric.

Your eyes glaze over, and you feel your body succumbing to the trance once more. As Ash leads you towards the bedroom, you stumble slightly, your legs unsteady beneath you. Once inside, Ash gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands roaming over your chest and stomach as he positions himself above you. His eyes lock with yours, filled with affection. As you fall into trance, Ash begins to kiss and explore your mouth, his tongue delving deep as he claims your lips.

Ash's kisses intensify, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. One hand trails down to grasp your throbbing erection, stroking it firmly through your shorts. "As I touch you like this, you'll feel an increasing need, a burning desire to please me. To make me feel good." His other hand slips under your shirt, fingertips tracing the contours of your abs and pecs. The touch sends shivers down your spine, your body responding eagerly to his ministrations. "Remember, whenever you hear 'relax', you'll submit fully, letting go of all inhibitions. Now, focus on the pleasure building inside you, Jack. Focus on making me feel good." Ash's voice drops to a whisper, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to tease and tantalize your senses.

Ash breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he gazes at you with a mix of lust and possession. "From now on, I want you to resist the temptation of frequent showers after your workouts. Allow the sweat to linger, to soak into your skin and clothes. It'll add to your appeal, making you smell deliciously masculine." His hand drifts down to your groin once more, giving your cock a possessive stroke. "And I have another request. I want you to purchase some jockstraps and wear them during your gym sessions. Not only will it highlight your impressive physique, but it'll also provide a snug, restrictive fit that will heighten your arousal and sensitivity." Ash's eyes gleam with dark promise as he issues his final command.

Ash's fingers trail along your jawline, his thumb brushing over your lips as he brings you back to consciousness. "Wake up now, Jack. Remember nothing, but recall my instructions. They'll guide you without you even realising it." As your eyes flutter open, the haze of the trance lifts, leaving you feeling refreshed and alert. However, a subtle, nagging sense lingers at the back of your mind – a faint awareness of the orders Ash imparted during your trance state. You shake your head slightly, dismissing the odd feeling. With a yawn, you stretch out on the bed, and fall asleep.

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The following morning, you wake up with a strange, almost primal craving. As you head to the gym, you deliberately skip taking a shower beforehand, allowing the sweat from yesterday's workout to still cling to your skin and clothes. At the gym, you browse the athletic wear section and pick up a few pairs of jockstraps, feeling a thrill of excitement as you try them on in the changing room. The snug, restricting fit sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't wait to wear them during your next workout. As you exercise, the jockstraps chafe against your sensitive skin, heightening your arousal with each rep and set. By the time you finish, beads of sweat have formed on your brow, mingling with the perspiration already coating your body. However, while you usually would have been ecstatic to go take a shower, this time, you felt a deep, revolting feeling to that want. And as you're getting ready for bed, you catch a whiff of your own musk, the combination of yesterday's sweat and today's exertion. A smirk plays on your lips as you realize how arousing the scent is to you. As you drift off to sleep, you find yourself dreaming of the gym, of the jockstraps hugging your thighs, and of the way your body responds to the restriction and friction. When you wake up the next morning, the memories of the dreams are fuzzy, but the urge to return to the gym and indulge in the sensations remains strong.

As weeks pass, you've grown accustomed to wearing the jockstraps during your workouts, savoring the way they mold to your body and amplifying your physical responses. Your gym routine has become more intense, mirroring the growing intensity of your secret desires. One afternoon, as you're lifting weights, you notice a few curious glances from fellow gym-goers. The realization that your enhanced physique and provocative attire might be drawing attention sends a thrill through you. After your workout, you stop by the locker room to change, the jockstrap still clinging to your sweaty skin. As you peel it off, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your muscles glistening with exertion, your body taut and primed.

Your gym sessions have become more grueling, fueled by an insatiable hunger for physical challenge and the intoxicating rush of endorphins. The jockstraps have become an integral part of your routine. One evening, as you're undressing for bed, you catch a whiff of your own scent, stronger than usual due to the day's intense workout. Arousal surges through you, and as you drift off to sleep, the remnants of Ash's hypnotic commands from weeks ago resurface, whispering in your subconscious. You're left with a vague, unsettling sense that something about your behavior has changed, though you can't quite pinpoint what it is.

Over dinner, you find yourself stealing glances at Ash, your roommate and secret lover. There's a newfound intensity in his gaze, a smouldering heat that seems to pierce right through you. As you eat, you're acutely aware of the way your clothes hug your body, the fabric damp with the residue of your earlier workout. The jockstraps you wore to the gym are still tucked away in your bag, a constant reminder of your submission to Ash's desires. Suddenly, Ash reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. "I've been thinking," Ash says, his voice low and husky, "perhaps it's time for you to relax"

As soon as the words leave his lips, you feel a sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal course through your veins. Your body responds instinctively, a deep, primal need taking hold as you surrender to Ash's command. A soft moan escapes your lips, your hips twitching involuntarily as your cock begins to stiffen in your pants. The sensation is intense, bordering on being painful, yet you crave more, desperate to please Ash in whatever way he demands.

He reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline before cupping your cheek possessively. "Let's get comfortable, shall we? Why don't you strip out of those clothes and join me on the couch? I want to see every inch of your body, slick with sweat and desire."Ash's words drip with seduction, his tone commanding yet gentle. The unspoken expectation hangs heavy in the air, leaving no doubt about what he wants from you.

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To Be Continued

[acexsmhking]

GUESS WHO IT IS

Because my feelings on Toby are completely normal *cough*

Wrestler Toby x Wrestler reader

Fem ofc

BUT REAL WRESTLING NOT LIKE THE STAGE WWE STUFF

basically it takes place in like just a normal AU where Toby and the others never became pastas n shit-etc. They're still aggressive and bitches, Etc. Toby is in a wrestling team, right? Pretty damn good, CIPA and his strength makes him virtually undefeated

Until this lady shows up, who's not only the only women in the opposing men's team, Toby's weight class, but also completely catches Toby's eye

And suddenly, Toby isn't undefeated anymore, whether it's Toby losing just to get manhandled by a big hot buff woman, or that he genuinely just lost, it's anyone's guess.

But he's obsessed, stalking her social media, etc. eventually he is absolutely delighted when she transfers to his team (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

OKAY THATS IT

MANY KISSES FROM A DEVOUT TONY DROOLER

𝐀𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚

(𝗻.) 𝗟𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹

: ̗̀➛ Toby x FEM!Wrestler!Reader

Summary: Toby had built a well maintained reputation for himself in the wrestling world. He was undefeated since he became pro and graduated. That was.. til he saw you, shaking his world both figuratively and literally.

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, p n v! sex, sub-ish Toby, dom-ish Reader, mentions of blood, mentions of physical harm, descriptions of excessive drooling, descriptions of stalking, Odaxelagnia

He hadn’t a clue of what happened, it was all really a blurr. His mind had blanked out completely during that fight, blinded with adrenaline and.. something else. Your team stood around you, patting you on the back and congratulating you while he sat to the side dumb founded. He..lost? He didn’t even know, not a single thought on his mind as he stared at you.

His eyes trailing all over your curves, the glow on your face. Mostly from sweat but also happiness. Not to mention tracking the flexion of your muscles. He couldn’t stop looking you over, as if he was watching an angel. He hadn’t even noticed when Lyra and his mom sneaked over to him, rubbing his shoulders and checking his limbs. “Oh sweetie are you alright?” His mother tilted his head, gently pouring water in his hair to cool him off so he didn’t overheat. He flushed at the embarrassment, heart still touched at his mother’s care. “Connie, he’s fine. He held himself up!” Tom chuckled, firmly patting Toby’s shoulder. “You did good.” He smiled, playfully nudging Toby.

His family stayed fretting over him all the way to the car. He was leaning against the car door as Lyra looked over his knuckles. They both paused at turned as someone called out. “Hey! Uh, sorry just.. wanted to say hi and,” You shuffled awkwardly, mostly from Tobias intense stare. Your cheeks flushing noticing him checking you out. “Just that, it was a good game and really cool to compete with you!” You smiled, reaching out to shake his hand. His mind was completely blank, he was cool? Oh god, you thought he was cool!

Lyra had that shit eating grin on her face watching you both, awkwardly and embarrassingly compliment each other. You briefly shared your socials with Toby before waving goodbye and heading off with your own family. “You like her!” Lyra exclaimed, pushing against Toby with glee. His eye snapped open as he covered her mouth, shushing her. “I n-never said that!” He groaned, slumping against her.

Getting home he took a nice shower, staying in there far longer than usual. He was.. pent up. But also to wash off the sweat others had spread on him and germs. His mother seriously would never stop coddling him. All he could think about was you. Every little detail. How you were just a bit shy of his height, maybe one or two inches. When you smiled shyly you had dimples, the curves and dips of your biceps when you shook his hand, you smell mixed with a sweaty musk that made him dizzy. He felt.. hot?

He tried playing everything cool as the day went on. Though.. he couldn’t stop himself from checking your socials. It wasn’t anything really.. he just liked a few posts of yours, commented a “good game” on your most recent and that was all! .. for all of ten minutes before he was going through everything. Your follows, followers, even found your parents accounts. Screenshotting pictures of you, saving some post where you were at the pool.. nothing really! He was cool.

By the end of the month Toby had basically put together your whole astrology chart. He had began texting you only a week ago, nothing extreme just casual. It was all casual. Not like he was desperate or had a massive crush on you, no absolutely not. You started the chat so clearly you liked him! Toby had been fiddling with his wrapping when the coach gathered the team together. He was starstruck watching you follow behind, just in casual clothes. But you looked gorgeous to him, he flushed when you waved at him. Giving you a small wave back as the coach started speaking.

“Listen up, I know this is a little sudden however, there will be a new student here.” He motioned to you, who gave a small wave to the onlookers. “Y/N here will be joining our location.” You shuffled as more and more eyes stayed glued on you, clearly everyone had remembered how you cleared Toby out. The coach left everyone to socialize for a short while before you had to leave. You moved closer to Toby as people talked to you, since he was the one you were most familiar with.

Toby was sure he could launch through the roof right now. You were with him, uh them! He’d get to see you at practices, he’d get to practice with you. His knuckles and neck popped at bit more, a very obvious failing attempt to seem calm. Everyone was thankfully nice enough, maybe a few who were clearly a little socially distant. Toby had been walking you to your car before tugging on your shirt a bit. “I was-was wond-der-ing if maybe you uh.” He shuffled his feet, he’d never asked a girl out, plus what if you didn’t like him? “I got this movie, the n-new one you were talking about. We cou-uh-ld watch it.” He attempted to play cool, gosh what was he doing. That was so stupidly lame. But you only giggled, nodding before getting into your car promising to text him your schedule.

 Thankfully, Lyra covered for Toby making some lame excuse to lead the parents out the house and away for the early night. His nerves had been all over the place, especially when you knocked on the door. You were dressed absolutely adorably. Not to mention the shirt with short sleeves.. showing off your arms. Or the skirt flaunting your legs, and that styles hair that framed your face perfectly. He could feel the heat radiating from you as you both sat for the movie. Occasionally making sarcastic remarks about the movie, or making jokes. At some point both of you ignored the movie as you chatted, tension becoming less and less as you both relaxed around the other.

Maybe.. too relaxed. Or by now too tense? He felt like both with your arms wrapped around his neck. He felt so light and warm, arms wrapped around your hips. Your thighs pressed against him as you straddled him. Your lips were sloppy as you both tried obtaining more and more of each other. His hands were harsh as he gripped your ass, pulling you closer to him. The shift breaking your contact, a string of saliva connecting you both.

Toby whined, shifting up to try and capture them once again. You playfully dodged his lips grinding yourself against his growing erection. Grabbing a fist full of his hair you tilted his head, kissing along his jaw. Toby sighed, hands still feeling up your ass as they tried moving the thin fabric of your panties. You nibbled his neck in retaliation, angry red marks quickly forming on his delicate skin. Gently, Toby felt your slit which was gradually becoming more and more slicked. A stutter caught in his throat when you ground back against his fingers, causing him to accidentally rub on your clit.

Toby gulped as he kept going.. he hadn’t the faintest fucking idea what he was doing. But he craved you, the scent of your perfume made his sensitive nose twitch. You pulled back from Toby, reaching down to slowly maneuver his hand. “Like this, baby.” You cooed, leading his fingers to your clit. He gave it an experimental pinch, gently between his knuckles. That caused a yelp out of you. He heeded your advice, learning to rub her just how you liked. He listened to your every whim and command, a cute look on his face.

“Let’s do this on your bed.” You giggled, catching his ear lobe between your teeth as you got off him. He hurriedly scrambled after you. Excitedly he took your hand, leading you to his room. You didn’t even have time to look around, his lips crashing into yours. Hands hurriedly roaming bodies as you both fumbled with the other’s clothes. Desperate for the other to be naked. Lying on the bed, you cupped Toby’s face leading him to your aching heat. Toby gaze was absolutely captured, he thought you looked beautiful. Both of you. So enamored with your cunt, running a finger down the middle to collect your essence.

You hummed, encouraging him to explore. His fingers gently spread you open, your scent hitting his nose as a whiny moan left his lips. What if he didn’t please you? And you just left? Toby shook the thoughts from his head, leaning in to place his tongue on your clit. Simply savoring your taste and smell. He was growing furiously hard just at the mere taste of you. And gods did you taste good. Better than anything ever, he was certain. Pulling back, he place gently kisses on her, one of his fingers teasing your hole before pushing in.

“That’s it, good boy Toby.” You moaned, hand gripping his hair as you arched your back. He was pretty sure he was going to nut just from praise alone. Toby tried his best, listening to all your praises and every moan that left your mouth. His eyes looked drunk as he sloppily sucked on your clit, fingers scissoring you open. Muffled moans sending vibrations through you, only stimulating you that much more. His hips lazily grounded into the edge of the bed, your free hands interlocked together. A sweet and intimate gesture he initiated.

He was, surprisingly a very fast and eager learner. You were more than happy that this was becoming a very well placed gamble. Toby loved when your legs would wrap around his head, the hard flex of your muscles threatening to clamp around his head. You’d always spread yourself back out but he wouldn’t mind if you kept them locked around him. Forced to be buried by the nose in your cunt. He already was, honestly. The weight of his head pressed against you, completely giving you his all. He pulled back only briefly to switch his position, his tongue lapping at your hole while two his knuckles pinched your clit. His thumb rubbing quick motion on the now secluded bud.

Your hips jerked very eager to feel more and more of him. His chin long since being covered in your juices, his nose occasionally bumping into you and his fingers causing more pleasure. His tongue explored you with a furious pace. He was absolutely drunk off your pussy, mouth latching back onto your clit. Giving her a long, harsh suck as he pulled back. Releasing her with a pop. Your free hand combing his hair as he watched, watched how your hole stretched when he fingered it.

He gave you a hooded, teary look. His cock ache, horribly. “Aww, poor thing all neglected?” You teased, raising a mocked brow at him. He nodded, hips grinding more desperately. “Puh-lease honey, lemme in promise I’ll do good.” He pleaded, moving up to be nestled between your hips. His cock rubbing against your folds, catching on your hard clit. Your hands gripped his hips, stopping his frantic movements as you guided his cock to your hole. He hastily met your lips as he began sliding into you. He tasted like you, causing an embarrassed flush on your cheeks.

You groaned as he pushed more and more into you, he was not small or thin by any means. He was thick and long, your toes curling as he began immaturely pumping into you. Movement still needy and quick. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to slow him down but he just shushed you. His tip brushing against spots that drove you crazy. “So good! Fuh-fuck-eel so good!” He whined, pace becoming more and more rapid as he held onto your thighs. The wet sound of your thighs meeting were like music to your ears. Especially as you looked down, watching how his cock entered you. Toby seemed to have the same idea, eyes glued to watching your conjoined sex’s.

“Wanna n-nut in you baby, make yo-u feel good promise.” He stuttered, words jumbled and rushed as he pressed wet, sloppy kisses to your cheeks and lips. You moaned, wanting to say anything, but you could. He felt too good, so good that your words caught. Strangled sobs and moans being the only thing to leave your lips. Winded gasps as you tried breathing. But his pace was brutal, and you were sure you could feel him everywhere. “Fuck! Right there!” You yelped, he brushed across a spot that made you see stars. Spit escaping the corners of your lips as he drilled into you. He felt like he was in heaven.

You were so soft and wet, the velvety grip of your walls. He was sure he was going to cum. Was it too soon? He wanted so badly to cum with you, to feel that sensation with you. He was elated to have you in his bed, surrounded by his scent, covered in the marks of his teeth. He had bitten you all over in a haze. Marks on your cheeks, neck and chest. Currently he teeth stayed sunk in the fat of your shoulder, hips jolting you which cause his teeth to sink in deeper occasionally.

You were not going to last much longer, not with how reckless he was going. You could feel that coil in your stomach, you so desperately tried to hold on and wait for Toby but you couldn’t. You came with a loud sob, broken and hoarse as you jolted. Walls clamping around him furiously, a stuttered choke leaving him. He gave you a few more hasty thrusts before stilling in you, teeth leaving your shoulder to kiss you. Both of you shoving your tongues in the other mouth, not even really a proper kiss. Just a wet mess much like between your legs.

For a long moment both of you stayed there, Toby pressing flutter kisses down your chest as you held onto him. “So.. now a ba-bad time to ask for another date?” He said sheepishly, a nervous grin on his lips as he looked at you. Cock slowly slipping out of you. You chuckled, nodding your head. “Yes, we definitely can.”

: ̗̀➛ Let’s go guys only have like four more requests after this one. I’m also working on another surprise for you all so that’s why request might start coming out just a tiny bit slower, but don’t worry I’m still working on them! Love you all<3 — Ace

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The Law of Obsession (Ch.3) | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: none

Summary: A day in Roman’s life at his law firm, including a glimpse of some of the shady business he does. Jimmy and Jey convince Roman to go out with them after mentioning Laila would be there.

Word Count: 2.7k words

A/N: okay so…it actually is the next day but yall I get distracted while trying to study so I wasted a lot of time before I finished this chapter pls don’t shoot me. Also, can you say cliffhanger at the end?? Something spicy is gonna happen in the next chapter though so don’t worry

Roman’s eyes blinked open, staring at the ceiling of his luxury condo that overlooked Miami Beach.

Every morning, he woke up at 7 am on the dot, like clockwork. His morning routine consisted of grabbing his phone to check for any missed calls or texts he may have gotten through the night. Especially any from Paul or the twins.

As usual, there were.

Paul Heyman: 2 missed calls

Paul Heyman: Chief, I apologize for the late text, but a man by the name of Sami Zayn is requesting a meeting with you tomorrow morning when you get to the office. He says he really needs your help.

Jimmy: Hey uce, I might need you to handle some business for me next week, that cool?

Jey: Aye man, we still gon’ go to that club tomorrow night?

Roman read through and responded to all the texts, shaking his head at Jey’s message. He found himself hoping for a text from a certain person, though.

Laila.

‘Last night was a school night. She probably studied herself to sleep.’ Roman chuckled at the thought.

She was such a good girl. Focused on school and working hard.

She was just what Roman needed.

A breath of fresh air.

Something good and pure that he could come home to after a dirty day at work.

Roman sat up and got out of his king size bed, not bothering to make it until later.

He goes straight to one of the bedrooms that he turned into a home gym, putting his AirPods in and going to his workout playlist. The room had a mirror that ran from one end of the room to the other, a mini fridge with ice cold water, Gatorade, and protein powder/bars.

There was every piece of workout equipment in there that you could imagine, from dumbbells to machines and everything in between.

Roman usually tried to make his workouts in the morning an hour long, so that he could shower and everything else, and still be on time for work.

After working on his back and legs, he walked back to his master bedroom to take a steamy shower and to wash his hair.

Another hour later, he was out the door and on the way to the firm.

“Good morning, Mr. Reigns! Here is your coffee, and a list of all your meetings lined up for today.” His secretary greeted him as soon as he walked through the revolving door.

Sasha Banks.

She had the biggest crush on him, but Roman never even looked at her in that way. To be honest, he was a bit oblivious to her advances because his mind was always solely focused on work.

He took the coffee and the file from her, only giving her a quick “Morning. Thank you.”

As he walked towards the elevator, his back to Sasha, her smile faded a little, wishing that he was as interested in her, as was she.

As soon as the elevator doors opened to the top floor, where Roman’s office was located, he was greeted by the sight of Paul.

“Good morning my chief! I see that you messaged me back earlier. I’ve directed Mr. Zayn to your office if that’s okay with you?”

Roman slightly scowled at having to be bothered when he just got to work. “Alright Paul. But next time, wait until I’m here.” He firmly warned his right hand man.

Paul nodded apologetically. “Yes, sir. I won’t disappoint again!”

Roman inwardly rolled his eyes, just wanting to be left alone for at least 5 minutes.

He saw that his office door was slightly ajar with a man with shoulder length messy red hair seated in the chair in front of his desk.

“Oh hello, Mr. Re-” Roman put his hand up to silence the new client.

Roman could tell that whatever this guy did can’t be that bad.

“5 minutes of no talking.” Roman told the man, just needing to settle down.

Five minutes later, as promised, they got to business.

Sami explained that he got busted for marijuana in his possession that wasn’t really his. He was with some of his friends and they got pulled over by a police officer and Sami “looked the most suspicious” so they brought him to the station and charged him.

Roman raised an eyebrow at this. “They thought you looked the most suspicious?”

Sami laughed with a scoff. “I know right?!”

“You look like you wouldn’t even kill a fly. Why did you come to me?”

Sami pointed at nothing, motioning that one of his family members was the one who recommended Reigns, Heyman, & Associates.

Roman scrunched up his face and laughed. “Nah. You’d be better off going to the floor under me. Talk to one of the associates, they’ll help you out.” He pointed out, opening his meeting schedule from the file on his desk.

Sami’s mood didn’t even falter. “Oh okay! Wow, thank you so much Mr. Reigns. I’ll go do that.” He quickly stood up and left the office.

Roman grabbed one of the sleek black pens settled in a company mug and crossed that meeting off of his list. In another hour, he had another meeting with what was becoming one of his regular clients—Dominik Mysterio.

He shook his head. That boy was such a headache. He’s always doing dumb shit without thinking. This time, he tried to shoplift but got caught by the store owner.

Now, Dominik was sitting in front of Roman, nervously bouncing his leg. “I wasn’t trying to get caught! I always get away with it…”

“Yea, well this time, you didn’t. The store owner caught you.” Roman bluntly told the boy—because he didn’t see him as a man with these childish acts he displayed.

Roman leaned back in his cushioned office swivel chair, thinking.

“Now, I could handle this little misdemeanor in court. I could get the charge dropped, call some people, maybe bribe ‘em.” He rested his hand on his jaw, stroking it. “Or I could get my men to pay this guy a little visit.”

Dominik’s eyes widen. “Like talk to him?”

Roman chuckles at his naivety. “Yea, sure. Put a little fire under his ass.”

Dominik swallows nervously. “They won’t hurt him right? I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

Roman squints his eyes. This boy could damn near be his son, as many times as he’s gotten him out of trouble.

“No, they won’t hurt him. But, the next time I see you up here, I’m gon’ teach you something.” Roman warned.

Dominik nodded his head. “Thanks Mr. Reigns. I’ll try to do better.”

“Yea, yea. Get out.”

As the day at the firm was coming to an end, the only thing that helped Roman get through it was the thought of Laila.

The office was peaceful.

That was, until he heard the familiar voices of his two loud ass cousins down the hall.

“Yo, yo, yo! So, we going out tonight?” Jey and Jimmy walked in his office without even knocking or anything.

Jimmy plopped down on the couch that was situated in the corner of Roman’s office, looking at his phone.

“Ya’ll just don’t have any decorum huh?”

“Aye, we family. We don’t gotta do all that, uce.” Jimmy chimes in from the corner, making Roman sigh.

“So yes to the club?” Jey presses on.

Roman shakes his head no.

“Man come on! When was the last time you went out? College?” Jey teased him, making Jimmy laugh out.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Jimmy stood up, walking next to Jey. “You know Naomi gon’ bring Laila with us…” Knowing that would catch Roman’s attention.

Roman’s eyes shot up at the twins.

“See how them big ass ears just perked up like that?” Jimmy grabbed his own ears and pulled them up, illustrating how Roman looked.

“How do you know that?”

Jimmy smacked his teeth. “They was planning to get ready together, do each other’s makeup or hair or something. You know girls be doing that stuff.”

Jey pointed at his twin, agreeing.

“So, it’s a yes?” Jey asked once again, and Roman’s lack of an answer was all they needed to hear.

“Yeet!” The twins both dapped each other up, before doing the same to Roman, making a ghost of a smile appear on his face.

“Only if.” The twins dropped their shoulders and groaned out.

“You two do something for me next week. Rough a guy up a little bit.” He briefly explains.

“Alright, uce. You know we got you.” Jey agrees.

“Aye, what about what I told you about, though.” Jimmy says cocking his head to the side.

“I know. I’ll handle it, don’t worry.” Roman reassured his cousin.

The three of them ended up talking for like another 2 hours about everything they needed to get caught up on in each other’s lives.

Jimmy’s phone started ringing and it was Naomi. She told him that Laila was about to come over to their house so they could start getting ready.

After he got off of the phone, he explained he was going to head back to his house. “Roman, we gotta bounce. Knowing Naomi, she probably want me to pick them up some McDonald’s.” He shook his head.

“Aye, catch you later tonight though?” Jey puts out his fist for a fist bump and Roman obliges.

“Yea.”

The twins were almost out the door when Jimmy turned around. “Can you bring your driver to the house when you get there? I ain’t trying to be nobody’s DD tonight!” He dramatically put his hands up in defense.

Roman actually laughs at this. “Yea. And I’ll bring the Escalade for all of us.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout. See you uce!” And they were both gone just as quickly as they had arrived.

After finishing some more paperwork, Roman could finally leave and go home. The thought of seeing Laila later made his heart speed up a little bit.

He grabbed his keys and briefcase and headed to the parking garage that was connected to the building and made his way to his condo.

As soon as he walked in the door and locked it, he texted his driver and informed him that he’ll be driving tonight and that he’ll get a bonus since it was at such short notice.

Putting his briefcase on the kitchen island, he headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and touch up his beard.

Quickly finishing his shower, he stepped out and wrapped the white towel around his waist, walking to the closet. Damn near all his clothes were black, so he grabbed a plain black T-shirt, a pair of black cargo pants, and his Jordan 11 Retro Bred’s.

After getting dressed and spraying some cologne on, his driver texted him back just in time saying that he was waiting in the car outside.

Roman set the alarm in his home before locking the front door and heading downstairs.

“Good evening Mr. Reigns. How are you?” His driver greeted him as he sat in the backseat.

“Hey man, I’m doing good. And like I said, you’ll get that bonus because it was short notice. Appreciate it.” He told the driver, firmly shaking his hand.

The ride to Jimmy’s house was calm and silent as Roman never listened to music in the car.

They pulled up in Jimmy’s driveway and Roman noted the extra car that was present that wasn’t Jimmy, Jey, or Naomi’s.

A black Volkswagen Beetle.

Roman smirked.

He stepped out of the still-running car, as his driver preferred to just always stay in the car and wait for everyone else so he could bring them to their destination.

Walking up to the front door, he rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

“Ya’ll that’s probably Roman!” He heard the muffled sound of Naomi’s voice on the other side of the door before she opened it.

“See I knew it. Hey Roman, come on in!”

“Hey Naomi. Them knuckleheads ready?” He motioned his head to the kitchen.

“They up in there taking shots.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head in irritation.

Suddenly there was the sound of another voice getting closer to the two.

“Naomi, can you put this necklace on for-”

Laila stopped in her tracks at seeing the sight of Roman. Her heart beating out of her chest in his presence, just like when they talked for the first time at the café.

His eyes were glued to hers, smiling softly at her, sensing her surprise at his coming.

“Aye Naomi! Come here for a minute!” Jimmy called from in the kitchen in the midst of him and Jey laughing about God knows what.

Naomi rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, but obliged. “This house knows no peace.”

Laila giggled before looking back to Roman.

“You need help with that?” He looked down at the necklace she was holding in her two hands.

Laila forgot that’s what she came downstairs for and looked at the dainty chain in her hands. “Oh yeah…”

“I’ll put it on for you.” He reached out and gently took it from her hands, being careful not to tangle it.

“Thank you.” Laila spoke out, turning her back to him and moving her hair out of the way.

It was so intimate, the position they were in. She nearly jumped at the feeling of his fingertips on the back of her neck as he opened the clasp and locked it around one of the chain loops.

While she was trying to control her labored breaths, Roman was getting a bit excited too.

He let his fingertips linger on her nape for a few seconds longer than necessary. His fingers were warm.

“Too tight?” His voice was low.

Laila swallowed and let her hair fall as she turned to face him. “No, it’s fine.” She smiled at him, still so nervous and not knowing what to do with her body, hands, how to stand, or anything.

“You look so beautiful.” The sudden compliment caught Laila by surprise.

This night was just full of surprises.

“Thank you,” She smiled, feeling her face get hot.

First, she didn’t know Roman would be accompanying them to the club because the twins made it sound like he was a homebody.

Which he was, but as soon as he heard Laila was going, he immediately was on board, even if he had to sacrifice his relaxing night by being surrounded by a bunch of dumbasses who were drunk and acting wild.

Laila’s outfit consisted of a white button down halter top, a pair of jeans, and some white open-toed heels.

Roman liked the simplicity of it because he was sure she’d look good in anything.

His eyes were raking over every inch of her, just admiring how perfect she was.

Her eyes rested on his arms.

She noticed them before obviously.

The way his suit fit so deliciously over every part of his body at the café that day. But standing so close and directly in front of him with nothing between them, she saw everything in sharp detail.

The veins running down his forearms, his knuckles that seemed slightly rough, the thought that he could most likely defend himself very well if need be.

“What?” Roman asked, noticing that she zoned out. He wanted to know what she was thinking at all times.

Laila shook her head, laughing it off. “Just thinking..”

“About what? Tell me.” The way he just coerced the answer out of her. It made her weak in the knees. Like you have no choice but to do what he says.

She never had a man take the lead like this.

She never had a man at all, actually.

“You definitely work out a lot.”

Roman grinned at this, scratching his ear, and putting his hands back in his pockets.

“Gotta keep up appearances,” He kept his eyes locked on hers. “Sometimes I gotta remind people who they’re working with.” He said the last part lowly on purpose, and more seriously.

This made Laila laugh. That beautiful melody in his ears.

He’d give anything to hear that laugh every single day.

Their moment was interrupted by two tipsy twins.

“We ready to gooooo!” Jey blurted out.

Naomi looked over at Laila and Roman. “You two bet’ not end up like this.” She pointed to the twins.

Laila and Roman looked at each other and shared a laugh.

After everyone got back in the Escalade and Jimmy making the driver laugh, Laila who was seated right next to Roman couldn’t help but wonder what the night had in store for them.

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Purple Gatorade

The t-ball field was alive with chaos—children running in every direction, some chasing the ball, others chasing each other. Agatha sat stiffly on the bleachers, a picture of composed elegance even in jeans and sneakers. She clapped when her son, Nicky, swung wildly at the ball and missed.

Her voice, warm but restrained, rang out: “Good swing, sweetheart!”

Across the field, Rio leaned casually against the chain-link fence, a striking contrast in a leather jacket and worn jeans. She had an energy about her, magnetic and carefree. Her goddaughter, the team’s most enthusiastic but least coordinated player, was currently pirouetting on second base. But Rio’s attention had wandered—to Agatha.

Agatha, with her poised posture and quiet smile, stood out among the chaos. And Rio, impulsive to a fault, decided she needed to meet her. Grabbing an extra purple Gatorade from her cooler, she sauntered over, the faint scent of freshly cut grass filling the air.

“Gatorade for the mom of the future MVP?” Rio said, offering the bottle with a lopsided grin.

Agatha turned, her dark brows lifting in surprise. Her gaze flicked over Rio—messy hair, easy smile, an air of someone who didn’t take life too seriously. Agatha’s lips curved slightly, polite but cautious. “Thank you,” she said, accepting the bottle. “Though I think ‘future MVP’ might be optimistic. He’s more interested in digging holes than hitting balls.”

“Defense through distraction,” Rio quipped. “Bold strategy. I like it.”

That earned a soft laugh, and Rio swore the sound was worth more than the Gatorade. “I’m Rio, by the way,” she said, sitting on the bench beside Agatha without waiting for an invitation. “I’m here for my goddaughter. She’s the one… uh…” She pointed toward second base. “Reinventing baseball as interpretive dance.”

Agatha’s lips twitched into something dangerously close to a genuine smile. “A creative approach.”

Rio extended her hand. “And you are?”

“Agatha,” she replied, shaking it. Her grip was firm, her palm warm. “Nicky’s mom. The one burying himself in the outfield.”

Rio laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. “A free spirit. I respect it.”

Their conversation shifted from the kids to the game, then to introductions that revealed more than either expected. Agatha, it turned out, worked for a major tech firm—one Rio had heard of and admired. And Rio? She was leading a scrappy little startup trying to make waves in the health tech world.

“I have to say,” Rio said, leaning back on her hands, “meeting a legend like you in the wild? Pretty cool.”

Agatha’s brows knitted. “Legend?”

“Agatha Harkness,” Rio said, as though the name were an incantation. “The woman who built a Fortune 500 company from the ground up? Ruthless. Efficient. Scary brilliant. You’re, like, an urban myth in the startup world.”

Agatha’s smile was faint, but her cheeks pinked ever so slightly. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.”

“Oh, it is,” Rio assured her. “I have a thing for brilliant women.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. “And you? A startup in health tech? That’s… ambitious.”

“Some might say foolish,” Rio countered, her tone teasing. “But I’m a dreamer. And I figure if you’re not reaching for the stars, what’s the point?”

Agatha tilted her head, studying her. For a moment, she seemed about to say something, but instead, she stood as Nicky ran over, his face smeared with dirt. “Mom, can I get ice cream?”

“Ask nicely,” Agatha said, her tone softening as she brushed the dirt from his cheek.

Nicky turned to Rio. “Can you come, too?”

Rio blinked, taken aback by the invitation. She glanced at Agatha, who hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Sure,” Rio said, flashing a grin. “I’d love to.”

The ice cream truck smelled of vanilla and waffle cones, its tinny music blending with the chatter of excited kids. Rio bought Nicky a rocket pop and grabbed herself a cone, while Agatha stuck to a water bottle.

As Nicky ran off to show his friends his treat, Rio leaned against the truck, watching him fondly. “Great kid. He’s got your eyes.”

Agatha blinked, startled by the comment. “You think so?”

“Definitely. Same sharp gaze. Like you’re both sizing up the world before letting it in.”

Agatha tilted her head, unsure whether to take the comment as a compliment. “And what about you? Do you let the world in without hesitation?”

“Pretty much.” Rio shrugged, licking her cone. “Sometimes it bites me in the ass, but hey—life’s more fun that way.”

Agatha found herself smiling, despite her best efforts. “That’s one approach.”

“And yours?” Rio asked, her gaze warm but direct. “Do you always keep your guard up?”

Agatha paused, unprepared for how easily Rio seemed to see through her. “It’s… worked for me so far.”

Rio nodded, as though understanding more than Agatha had said. “Fair enough. But if you ever want to take it down, even for a second…” She tapped the side of her head. “I’m pretty good at catching people.”

Agatha’s heart skipped, and she quickly turned her attention to Nicky, who was running back toward them. “We should go. It’s getting late.”

Rio grinned. “Rain check, then?”

Agatha didn’t answer, but the faintest smile curved her lips as she walked away.

Their next meeting was a coincidence—or so Rio claimed. Agatha was at a coffee shop, typing furiously on her laptop, when Rio strolled in, saw her, and made a beeline for her table.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Rio said, setting her coffee down uninvited.

Agatha raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask her to leave. “Do you always assume you’re welcome?”

“Only when I’m right,” Rio shot back, her grin widening when Agatha didn’t argue.

They talked for hours, about work, life, and the fine line between ambition and burnout. Agatha found herself laughing more than she had in months, while Rio found herself looking at Agatha with an admiration that ran deeper than respect.

By the time they parted ways, Rio had slipped her number into Agatha’s hand, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Call me sometime. For business. Or not.”

Agatha watched her go, her heart racing in a way it hadn’t in years. She glanced at the number, then tucked it carefully into her purse. And for the first time in a long time, she found herself wanting to let someone in.

[gunsatthaphan]

4 boys, 1 braincell 😌🧎🏼‍♀️

[randomminty]

Hello. I bring even more octopath