#This is what makes me happy! Please be nice to me about it!

[kwoniele]

from behind - csc

synopsis: your innocent picnic date with seungcheol escalated fast, but you can’t find yourself complaining about it.

genre: smut. porn w some plot lol

warnings: jealous scoups (we cheered!), clueless mingyu who ruined their date lol, hard!dom scoups, pillow princess!reader, angry cheol but not really?, overstimulation, edging, doggy, mention of mingyu during sex, dacryphilia but theres no extreme crying happening, oral (f receiving), fingering, hands are tied, unprotected sex, birth control but it’s not mentioned, that’s all i think… not proofread! i hate reading my work 😊

this was not how you expected the date to go.

in your mind, you imagined a quiet park with the breeze flowing through your hair as you and seungcheol were chilling on a plaid blanket on the grass. you prepared chocolate covered strawberries, a cake to celebrate your anniversary, iced tea to quench your thirst, and snacks to munch on as the two of you talk.

but goodness, were you wrong.

mingyu was walking his dog when he saw you and seungcheol and figured it’d be nice to greet the both of you. except, he didn’t stop talking. he kept telling stories about his recent fashion show he attended in paris—clearly oblivious to the fact you and seungcheol were on a date.

it only got worse when mingyu started to tell a tale of how you and him were absolute best friends in highschool. his hands mindlessly caressed your back and his smile (which he deemed was a friendly one) was a little too wide for seungcheol’s liking.

“it was so much fun! remember sports day? ms. kang really enjoyed the marathon.” mingyu laughed, not paying attention to how seungcheol’s jaw clenched, how the veins on his forearms were bulging, and how his neck and ears looked as if he painted them red.

“yeah! i- of course i remember!” you lightly chuckled, glancing at seungcheol who was clearly uncomfortable. he’d already eaten the entire container of strawberries, chugged down two water bottles, and even dared to open up the chips you bought.

“ah, fuck. sorry y/n. i have to go, shua hyung needs me at the shop.” mingyu abruptly stood up, putting bobpul’s leash back on her collar and waved goodbye to you and seungcheol.

the silence after mingyu left was deafening. suddenly the children playing at the playground were louder, the bushes swaying were rustling a little faster, and you can hear your pulse thumping.

“i’m sorry. about, y’know.” you scooted closer to cheol, resting your chin on your palm as you tried to meet his gaze. “ah~, what can i do to make it up to you?” two of your fingers nudged his chin to force him to look at you.

“make it up to me? you really want to make it up to me?”

“yeah! i’ll do anything. you can even be mad at me. actually, you should be mad at me! i’m sorry, hm?”

“fine. okay. i’ll be mad at you, but, you still have to do whatever i say. got that?”

and that’s how you ended up on the satin bed sheets, thighs spread apart as your hands were tied up with a random tie from his suits. you couldn’t touch him, pull his hair, scratch his back, you couldn’t do anything.

“fuck- cheol..” your back arched from the bed, bucking your hips into his mouth as his tongue rapidly inserted in and out your pussy. his thumb was circling your clit mercilessly, pushing you closer to the edge until he decided to halt all his movements.

“you think i’m going to let you cum just like that?,” seungcheol sucked on your neck roughly, putting pressure on the hickeys he already made prior. “want to cum so bad huh? what if i get that mingyu to do it for you? hm?”

“no.. not mingyu.” you breathed heavily as his chuckle tickled your neck.

“seemed like you were just as happy to have him right there earlier. am i wrong?” his middle finger slipped into your hole again, earning a hitched breath escape from your throat as he felt your walls twitch around his finger.

“i’m sorry, ch-cheol. haa~ please.. please fuck me.” your desperate tears pricked your eyes, making seungcheol smirk as he notices your glassy eyes.

“do you deserve it?”

“yes! yes yes yes! please, cheol.”

his gaze on you felt like he was staring at you for ten years. he slipped his finger out of your pussy and reached for your hands—slowly untying them from the bed frame. you immediately rubbed your wrists, easing the pain his tie caused.

“on fours, baby.” he unbuckled his belt and threw his pants across the room as you obeyed his words—putting your ass on display as you patiently wait for him to give you your next instructions.

you could feel the mattress dip as seungcheol positioned himself behind you, gripping your waist with one hand as the other teases your cunt with his tip. you knew he was grinning when you let out a whine once he got his head inside.

as soon as his entire cock was inside your hole, he rested there for a few seconds before slowly sliding into your cunt. “hngh~ faster.. please.” he didn’t say anything. instead, he gripped your waist tighter and thrusted into you aggressively without warning.

your hand reached for the pillow in front of you to grip onto as seungcheol fucked you as fast as he could from behind. your hips began to match his rhythm as you met his thrusts, causing seungcheol to groan inside you.

your walls began to twitch around him which told seungcheol your high was nearing. you thought he was going to slowly ease his thrusts, but god where you wrong. if it was even possible, he began to fuck you even harder than before. his tip kissed that spot multiple times which pushed you further to the edge.

“fuck, cheol, i’m close.” you warned.

“cheol— hngh! cheol i’m gonna cum!” you warned again.

“i’m cumming!” no answer.

he didn’t stop. why wasn’t he stopping? “i’m not going to stop fucking your pretty pussy until i cum, okay? we’re going to make sure everyone here knows my name.”

and he meant it. he didn’t stop at all. whenever a second passed, he only got rougher. faster. you already came multiple times at this point—but he wasn’t stopping.

seungcheol’s groans began to get louder, and louder. he chanted your name as if it was a mantra, and his grip on your waist tightened. he was near.

“baby. inside or no?” he urgently asked, confirming with you what you wanted before he came to his release.

“inside! please- please!”

you felt ribbons shoot inside you as his cum painted your pussy white. all his movements stopped. he pulled out of you to watch his cum ooze out of your cunt, smiling and taking his phone from the bed side table to document his artwork.

you plopped down on the bed, hair sticking to your forehead and chest heaving. “you should get jealous more often, huh?” you joked, pulling him by his neck to plant a kiss on his lips.

“piss me off one more time, i’ll do even worse than today.”

[merrinla]

I was confused that after returning from prison of regrets, Rook was immediately dragged to a hub meeting. Turns out that after the prison, your love interest insisted that everyone leave Rook alone and send them to rest. And only then there was a meeting.

Rook: Solas? (?): We're not sure. Probably searching for some way to defeat Elgar'nan. (?): We don't know. Not really. We were so busy looking for you we… lost track. option: It's been two weeks. Rook: I was… what? Two weeks? option: A two-week long day. Rook: Apparently my hard day lasted two weeks. (?): Yes, you were gone two weeks. Which means you need rest, food, and water. (Emmrich?): Yes, my love. Which is why you shouldn't rush out just yet. (?): Enough of this. You need food and rest. We'll talk business later. (Taash?): Yeah. So you need rest. We can talk about the other crap later. Davrin: We'll talk about this later. You need some rest and Assan needs feeding. (?): Everyone please stop. Rook needs rest, and… food, probably… (?): Yeah. A lot happened. But it can wait. Until you've had some rest. (?): Yeah. There's a lot to catch up on. After you rest, anyway. Rook: Thanks, Bellara. Bellara: Of course. I'm here for you. Whenever you're ready. Rook: Lucanis… Lucanis: Go get some sleep before you collapse. If anybody knows how bad that is, it's me. Rook: Taash… Taash: You need rest. I'll make you tea. Do you want ginger or lavender? Rook: Emmrich, I can't… Emmrich: Please. For the sake of one who's missed your company. Rook: Rest? There's so much… (?): There always is. Don't worry. I won't start without you. Rook: I can't rest, there's too much— (?): Who knows you best? Rook: But there's so much to— (?): Please, Rook. For me. option: Then let's all take a break. Rook: Everything you've done, you all deserve a rest as much as I do. option: Not too long Rook: The gods can wait a little while longer. Rook: Not for too long. But fine, I'll go rest. And hey, it's nice of you to care. (?): You're quite welcome. (?): It's good to have you back. (?): I'm so glad we got you back. (?): It didn't feel right with you gone. (?): Rest well, Rook. Davrin: Assan will be happy to see you. (?): Yep. What they said. (?): I'll see you in a bit.

I wonder how the decision was made to remove this content. This is a scene where LI worries and cares about the player's character. No no no, let's cut it!

I mean, if it's in the localization file and translated into 11 languages, then it was most likely already voiced and implemented in the game.

[leovenuslatina]

ETERNAL DESIRE⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°

!!THIS READING IS 18+ MDNI!!

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what makes your FS feel desired?

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ౨ৎ₊˚⊹

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PILE 1 -

King of Pentacles & The Magician

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Your FS like to feel confident pile 1. he likes when stroke his ego make him feel good and you build him up i mean of course everyone does but he mainly likes it when you do it. it means the most to him when you do it especially when you two are making love and you whisper all things he’s doing makes you feel good he’s obsessed with that. Outside of the bedroom your FS likes knowing that you depend upon him that anytime you need him or anything that you come to him. he likes when you make him feel like a “real man” you know chopping wood lifting heavy shit and stuff like that. your FS is OBSESSED with making you feel safe protected and comfortable. whether it’s when some creep is hitting on you and making you feel uncomfortable or his just hold you in his arms. he likes knowing that you trust him completely with everything: soul and mind but especially body. Your FS does put a lot of his identity in what he does and his job so he maybe like really important where he works or in his field. he has a lot of respect which indirectly helps his confidence especially with you he likes to buy you nice things and taking you on trips and luxurious experiences. Lastly your FS LOVES ! communication and hearing words of affirmation from you it does wayyyyy more than you think it does.

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PILE 2 -

Two of Wands & Six of Pentacles

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Immediately pile 2 your FS means business! they love to get shit done they have a long list of goals and they intend to achieve everything on that list and they don’t let anything or anyone stop them. that makes them feel really desired and important and impressive. they like when you challenge them i’m getting that the chase is like a good motivation for them. in the weirdest way what makes them feel wanted is when you act like you don’t want them 🤭. when you tease them and act like a brat for lack of a better word. your FS def wants what they can’t have and when you tell them not right now or no he LOVES IT ! (side note lol): i was having a conversation with my man the other day and i asked him why he kept pursuing me even when i acted like i didn’t want him he said because he was so used to girls throwing themselves at him that when i didn’t he was intrigued and when he got me he felt accomplished. Your FS is the SAME way he’s probably like handsome or really charismatic and when you don’t immediately want him he’s obviously obsessed with you !honestly just being in a relationship with you makes him feel the most desirable. because he views you as the highest prize he could ever win. he sees you as a goal he wants to achieve (not in a bad way!!) he just knows he has to work his hardest to get you and make you happy and keep you happy and that makes him feel really good about himself. he feels like he won at life just because he’s with you 🥰. because they are very goal oriented they LOVE when you give them tasks to do for you like helping you move or helping you with some car troubles. they are a HUGE acts of service kinda guy and he’s the type to do stuff for you before you even asking like filling up your water bottle or washing your car for you or just anything to make your life easier. it’s the same thing in the bedroom. he likes when you tell him what you like and what to do and when he does that and makes you pleased he’s extremely happy with himself.

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PILE 3 -

Knight of Pentacles & Six of Cups

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Your FS prides himself on being who you lean on. He’s ambitious and he’s a GOOD man savanna!!! he’s loyal and faithful if you care about that stuff he is a religious man (only of that applies). What makes your FS feel desirable is knowing that you see him and that you know all he does. he’s the type of guy that doesn’t brag he’s not boastful about all he does. he’s very humble. he’s not in it for any type of praise or recognition. but you truly see him and you’re thankful and appreciative of everything he does for you and that makes him happy literally he’s a simple kinda man it really doesn’t take much to make him happy or feel. your FS is an extremely patient and supportive man he’ll do anything for you even if you have trauma or past experiences that cause you anxiety he’ll be right by your side. this FS is the perfect person for someone who needs a lot of patience and attention and love. he’s very caring and soft and loving. and the look on your face when he hold you or when he sees you happy that is the ultimate compliment to him. like all he wants to do is be a good MAN for you !

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[okwonyo]

PARTITION ꣑୧ 이희승

𝖲𝖢𝖤𝖭𝖠𝖱𝒾𝖮 ✴︎ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌.

【 備考 】 academic rival!heeseung & fem!rea 11OO high school au fluff ( ˵ˊᯅˋ˵ ) tension flirting

じや ⠀⦂⠀for hana banana bby @yeokii

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this isn’t how you imagined your day to end. it wasn’t what you imagined when you woke up this morning. this isn’t how you planned your evening nor this definitely wasn’t what you thought would happen.

but, you admit that it is nice. well— from your point of view. spending some time with the boy you spent you entire year competing, fighting to get better grades, is nice. even if it’s because you both got told to clean the classroom as a punishment.

it might see weird. it would be weird, if it wasn’t for the fact that your heart flatter at the mention of his name alone.

being here with him makes you happy.

the sun shining behind the classroom’s windows makes the winter cold weather more bearable. it reflects on the tables in the room, the rays follow a precise trajectory— from the sky to the boy at the opposite of the room. you try to not stare too much, but you admit that you let yourself peek over at him from time to time.

the silence is quite deafening. you and him never talked much about anything that wasn’t school related. even then, you just tell each other who will top the other in the school’s ranks.

it’s during a time where you are not looking that his voice reaches you, making your blood stop in your veins, your heart jumps.

“why did you do that?” heeseung’s eyes don’t leave the floor he is cleaning as he asks. unlike you, he doesn’t stop in his frenetic movements.

your gape at him. saying that you are confused is an understatement, “what?”

this time, heeseung stops. taking a deep breath as he leans the sweep in his hand against the wall. watching him close his eyes and slide his hands in his pockets makes heat rise in your body.

his steps lead him to you when he opens his eyes again. how he presents himself in the decelis uniform distracts you so much, you don’t realize how close he is getting to you.

your eyes are fixated on the red and grey cravat. you wonder how he makes it seem so much more attractive that it looks on anyone else.

“the reason we are here in the first place,” you feel something in your stomach when he speaks again. he has gotten so close, you have to tilt your head up to see him properly.

the memory of what happened a few hours prior makes you look away in embarrassment. you bite your lip nervously as the image of him finding out about that appears in your brain.

still, you decide to feign pure ignorance, “i don’t know what you are talking about.”

you still don’t look at him as he gets closer, making you walk backwards. he doesn’t say anything for a while but you can feel his stare— although your gaze is fixated on the floor beside you.

he calls your name, still stepping closer. you look at the floor then at your other side, carefully avoiding any eye contact, “don’t lie to me, please.”

the way his body language contrasts with how pleading he sounds is utterly attractive.

“i know how smart you are,” he continues, praising you as his body oppresses your own. he corners you between a table and his tall frame as he continues, “so smart. i am sure you wouldn’t do bad on a question as simple as it was.”

your breath catches as he leans forward. he is obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t find enough strength in yourself to come up with one.

heeseung is so close. so much that his hands are on the furniture behind you, each one next to your hips. he is straight up jailing you with his body. you can’t breathe, you can’t escape.

“why did you write an wrong answer on purpose?” he explicit his question, even if he knows you understood it already. what you don’t really comprehend is how he expects you to say anything when he is so close. “c’mon, look at me.”

you take a moment before obliging. his eyes have never been this wide before. so lovely, so demanding. you want to melt.

and before you can stop yourself, your heart speaks for you, “i thought you would like it.”

it is like the world stops as soon as you talk. his eyes grow a tad wider— mirroring his surprise. it is definitely not what he was expecting, you can see it all over his face.

but heeseung is smart, not smarter than you are, but smarter than most. it takes him a few seconds to realize what you truly meant by that.

to be frank, you did think he’d prefer a girl that wasn’t like you. you still think the same, maybe if you weren’t always competing and winning against him, he’d see you for something else than a rival.

that’s the kind of girl he is usually seen with. girls that praise him.

heeseung for sure doesn’t think the same.

he leans back, finally letting you out of the jail he made. you can finally breathe properly, your chest heaves and relax— nervousness finally leaving your body.

it comes back like a boomerang. when you look at heeseung again. he is still close to you, way too close and the way he looks at you isn’t pleading anymore.

he doesn’t seem displeased by what he found out. not at all. he seems to like it a bit too much.

he tilts his head to the side, a grin growing on his face. it annoys a lot, how easy he can make you blush with his antics.

“it is what this is about?” he chuckles, now almost smirking down at you. he gets leans towards you again, his face a few inches away from yours. his breath is on your mouth and it makes you so warm all over. but you can’t look away from this beautiful sight.

“you are smart,” he praises again. butterflies in your stomach, you swear you might be doing heart eyes right now. “much smarter than i am and i find it hot,” you feel the need to lick your lips slightly when his gaze falls on them. “really hot, i don’t need you to make me feel smarter to like you.”

you can’t say anything back. your throat is well too dry to even think of it.

he keeps getting closer, his mouth brushes yours, “you are the only girl who challenges me and,” he is almost there. “i love it.”

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[ippipo]

self aware caleb

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

it was crazy. but it was fun. every weekday as soon as you were back home, you would call him and go about your day. doing the laundry, making dinner, cleaning the house, it just came to you naturally with caleb. it was all so domestic.

"yeah, and she was deranged the entire summer," you gossip with him. "and he kept spreading rumours that he was being abused by his ex to get her attention."

"weird way to get a girl," he remarks. "so fucking weird," you add.

"anyway, how's life in your gameland?" you ask, earning a sigh in response. "it's alright, playing out of script is so much better," he replies.

"i wish you were here," you let it out, the longing for a companion getting to you. "me too," he frowns.

the weekend was slow and slightly relieving because you got all the time in the world to relax. holidays were on their way in a bit, and you were so excited to spend it by doing nothing with caleb.

caleb would sometimes monitor your phone, using it to listen to music from your world and play games. sometimes he would search random things about humans on earth on google just for the sake of it. he couldn't care less about anyone except you.

but one day, he stumbled upon your notes app. he didn't know you used it as a journal, and accidentally opened a note of yours.

it was a note from when you were 13. the language wasn't too advanced but for a 13 year old, it was pretty great. he felt bad for invading your privacy, but he noticed the word 'boyfriend' and became curious.

p.s. this is an actual entry of mine from when i was 13 lmao

"dear notes (idk what to call you lol),

i finally got a boyfriend after a thousand years of waiting. he's a little ugly but he's funny, so it's okay. he is shorter than me but he looks pretty, so plus point. we nearly kissed today but i wanted to wait until i turned 16. but in case i end up realising he's too boring for me, this is what i want in a boy.

he should be taller, hotter, stronger, and waaaay more intelligent than these bozos at my school. please make him rich and fancy. i want generational wealth, not trauma. but even if he isn't rich, don't make him ugly and boring, guys at school already do that. if the spirits can see this, i swear to never kiss anyone until i turn 18,

thank you."

he was giggling like a school girl after reading it. he was so invested in reading some of your other notes until he heard your voice. you were arguing with someone, and he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"no, i told you that i don't like her. she gives me the heebie jeebies," your voice booms in the room. "but she taught you in 6th grade, be nice and just meet her. her son is your age too, maybe you'll finally find someone to date!" an older woman's voice spoke.

caleb felt uncomfortable with the idea of you looking for someone to date. it didn't sit right with him. he shakes the thoughts away and focuses back on the conversation.

"her son is literally dating my friend," you deadpan. your mom, as he assumes her to be, is dumbfounded. "but be respectful and meet her for the love of god," your mom snaps at you. "she used to literally pick on me, if she died, i would wish everyone a happy new year," this remark of yours makes him snort.

".....y/n, do you have a pig in your house?" your mom questions you suspiciously, making caleb freeze. "no? uh...that was just- i farted!" you immediately cover up. caleb was trying so hard not to laugh. "i keep telling you to exercise to control gas but you never listen. did you know how happy i felt when you left for college because i didn't have to bear with the constant farting at home?" your mom nags.

you panic internally, not wanting caleb to hear about this part of your life. you wanted to crawl into a coffin and bury yourself alive. "it's just a natural process, mom. please, just go home now. i need to complete some work."

as soon as your mom leaves, you pick up your phone. "now listen here you piece of shit, you heard nothing, not even a single damn word," you aggressively tell him. "yes, ma'am," he responds from the other side. "but, i recently heard about someone having a farting problem, although i don't know who."

"caleb!" you warn him. you bury your head in your hands from the shame. he laughs out loud at this.

a few minutes later, he remembers what he did, guilty consuming him. "hey, uh, listen," he nervously calls out. "i might have accidentally read your notes, i didn't mean to. i'm so sorry," he frantically apologizes. great, another reason to kill yourself today.

"...what did you read?" you ask helplessly. "just something from when you were thirteen, about your boyfriend and stuff," he replies casually, as if he didn't just read about your inner demons. "it was cute," he remarks.

"caleb, my love, snoop around the notes app again and i'll make sure you don't see the light of day," you threaten him. he apologizes again, but was slightly amused. "i just hope nothing more embarrassing happens after this or i might just jump off the terrace," you groan.

later that night while caleb was once again, unfortunately curious, snooping around your phone. he was just finding out about different apps. he was about to listen to some music when he heard a gasp. alarmed, he began paying attention to the sound, thinking you were in trouble.

"oh, fuck!" you moan out loud when your vibrator's intensity increases. your body convulsing at the stimulation your clit was receiving. your soft gasps were ever so clear to him. his entire body begins warming up, his pants making him uncomfortable.

he intently listens to your whimpers and whines, imagining how it would be to eat you out. devour you fully and deeply till you're nothing but a beautiful mess, all because of him. his boner getting more painful as time passes by, but he just can't stop listening.

it gets worse when he hears your moans getting louder, indicating your climax. good lord, he was so in trouble right now.

if you knew he could hear every little sound you were making, you might have just gone along your earlier statement.

[guksfairy]

SIM JUNGKOOK

₊˚ෆ based on the movie Subservience but make it Jungkook <3 (Jungkook's a robot :D)

!! MDNI !!

SIM JUNGKOOK that comes home after you had been in a car crash and were now working from home until all your injuries healed

SIM JUNGKOOK learns how to make pasta exactly like how they serve in Italy because you mentioned in conversation how you had been craving it recently

SIM JUNGKOOK who quickly realized how high your blood pressure raised during an argument with your boyfriend and took you out of the room against your boyfriend’s wish.

“Jungkook you didn’t have to do that. I was handling the situation,”

“I’m sorry but I can’t allow my primary user to get upset and raise their blood pressure. It could slow down your healing and could even cause further damage to your inner body injuries,” he explains, “I’ll come back with tea,” he says before leaving you in your home office and walking to the kitchen to make you a warm beverage.

SIM JUNGKOOK who you made watch Me Before You with you because your boyfriend was still at work and you didn’t feel like watching a romantic movie alone

SIM JUNGKOOK that analyzed the movie and did his best to understand it. The plot line, dialogue, and the feelings.

SIM JUNGKOOK that lied to your boyfriend just so he could spend a little extra time with you.

“What do you mean she’s out?”

“She went to the library,”

“And you didn’t go with her?”

“She told me to stay and make dinner,” Jungkook answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. You had gone to the library earlier today and you did tell Jungkook to make dinner but that was about 40 minutes ago. Now, you were sat in the tub having a nice bath while reading a new book you picked up today.

Your boyfriend had gone out to the garage to do whatever he does in there while Jungkook walks up the stairs and into the bathroom where you were.

“Would you like a relaxing massage?” He asked and you smiled before putting your book to the side.

“Please,” and Jungkook was behind you in seconds, kneading your delicate, warm, and soft skin to pleasure you. Your pleasured moans satisfied Jungkook.

SIM JUNGKOOK that quickly realized your state from the kitchen as he stirred the pot. You were sat in the living room, reading your book when he realized you were squishing your thighs tight against each other.

A quick scan told him you seemed to be aroused. Jungkook was designed to satisfy his primary user in whatever task deemed necessary.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice startled you out of your dazed trance in the book.

You palm laid on your chest as you smiled that he startled you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,”

“No. It’s fine. Did you need something?” You put the book on the coffee table and walk to the kitchen to see his progress on dinner.

“Would you like me to satisfy your sexual needs?” You choke on your saliva and stare at Jungkook who simply stares blankly at you, awaiting your response.

“What?”

“I can see that you’re aroused. I’m going to assume from the book you were just reading?” You simply stare at him wondering if he’s serious.

“Jungkook, is that appropriate?”

“I was created and designed to satisfy my primary user’s needs. If helping you satisfy your sexual needs helps, I’m more than happy to oblige,”

You don’t say anything before clearing your throat and trying to lower the heat on your cheeks before shaking your head.

SIM JUNGKOOK who doesn’t give up on the suggestion. He does everything to push you to agree in order for you to relax. He knows that him doing this for you would make you happy and that this is good for you.

So finally, by the nth time of him asking, you finally agreed. You boyfriend was out still working and it was almost 9. You knew he was screwing his secretary but he brought in good money and gave you a good life. You couldn’t complain too much.

Jungkook had caught you while you rinsed off the last bit of body wash, holding warm towels for you. It didn’t alarm you anymore that he did this. It had become your new normal.

The subject was once again brought up by Jungkook and this time you didn’t have to think much. Would it be weird to fuck your robot? At this point, you didn’t care.

He wrapped the towel around your body that had droplets of water before sitting you down on the wooden bench next to the shower door.

He gave you a moment to collect yourself before you spoke up, “Jungkook can you sit here?” you stood from the bench and pointed to it. Switching positions so now Jungkook was the one sitting while you stood in front of him. Fuck, were you really about to do this?

“So…how does this go?”

“Simply use me to satisfy yourself. Unless you prefer I pleasure you then we can-“

You interrupt him before he could continue. You were barely thinking as it was. He simply stares at you before realizing he was still wearing his pants and makes quick to sit up just slightly to remove them along with his underwear.

His cock was pretty. Perfect. A nice shade and big enough to make you audibly gasp.

“Please. Use me to pleasure yourself,” his tone was flat but you couldn’t care less. Walking closer, dropping your towel on the floor, and placing yours hands on his shoulders for balance, you spread your legs just enough to put it in, slowly sitting on it to get comfortable.

He places his hands on your naked waist so you don’t fall but it only makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. After a moment in which you finally had all of him in you, you pull up just enough before slamming back down onto his cock and letting out a whimper. Oh god he was hitting the perfect spot.

Up, down, up, down.

You were a moaning mess and it certainly didn’t help that Jungkook grabbed your face and made you look at him before you leaned down to kiss him. His pretty cock making you lose any train of thought.

With the same hand he had on your face he reaches down to tease your clit that adds to the stimulation and had you whining and whimpering against his mouth.

With the rubbing on your clit and his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy, you stop the kiss and lean your forehead against his as you watch where you connect.

The familiar feeling of bliss comes quick when you fall on his cock for the last time and cum hard like you’ve never before. Your thighs tremble as you pant against him, his arms are around you as you catch your breath.

The sound of the front door opening catches you off guard as you stand up, at least your try to, as you stumble a bit. Jungkook holds your hand as you find your balance again.

“Would you like me to clean you?”

“Uhm,” you stare at your reflection for a moment before you smile and shake your head, “Can you just go prep for dinner?” You ask and he nods.

“Certainly. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask,” he pulls up his pants and leaves the bathroom leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Okay, that felt so wrong yet so good. This is technically what he was made to do, right? To satisfy you. So, this isn’t really wrong.

Jungkook continued to offer his satisfaction services and you continued to agree to them on multiple occasions. He was just doing his job.

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Im so happy your request are open cause i crave a odyssey telemachus fic (totally not the person who asked about it), so could you maybe do a telemachus x reader were reader is like really sweet and everybody likes her and such in the palace but one day some suiters/ or a group of boys make a comment about her that isn't nice and telemachus gets mad cause he swore himself/ took the job on him to protect reader (who's his partner) and basically beats the guy up and readers secretly likes that he did that for her (sorry this is long, hope this isn't weird request)

The great hall of the palace was filled with the usual raucous laughter and crude remarks from the suitors. Telemachus, seated near the throne, clenched his jaw as he listened to the incessant chatter. He was used to their arrogance, their disrespect for his family and home, but today, one comment had him gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white.

It had been about you.

“She’s a fine little thing, isn’t she?” one of the suitors, Eurymachus, had sneered to the others. “I’d wager she’d be more welcoming to me in her bed than to the boy prince there.” The laughter that followed was like a dagger to Telemachus’s pride. He turned his head just enough to catch Eurymachus’s smug expression, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“I wouldn’t mind testing that theory,” another suitor added, his tone slimy, drawing more laughs.

That was the last straw.

With a sharp motion, Telemachus rose from his seat. The hall grew quieter as his chair scraped against the stone floor, the suitors looking up at him with mild amusement. “Say that again,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with menace.

Eurymachus raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Which part? That your little dove might prefer—” Before he could finish, Telemachus lunged forward, his fist colliding with Eurymachus’s jaw. The suitor stumbled back, knocking over a table as the other suitors scrambled out of the way. Gasps and shouts erupted as the young prince grabbed Eurymachus by the collar, shaking him roughly.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that!” Telemachus barked, his voice echoing through the hall. “Ever.” Eurymachus tried to shove him off, but Telemachus was faster, landing another punch before one of the suitors attempted to intervene. Telemachus whirled on him, his sword drawn in a flash.

“Who’s next?” he snarled, his chest heaving with anger. The suitors exchanged uneasy glances, none of them eager to test the prince’s fury. Slowly, they backed off, muttering under their breath. Eurymachus, now nursing a bloody lip, glared at Telemachus but wisely kept his mouth shut.

The tension in the hall was thick as Telemachus sheathed his sword and stormed out, his blood still boiling. He didn’t stop until he reached the quieter parts of the palace, where he could breathe without wanting to break something—or someone—else.

He didn’t expect to see you there, waiting for him.

“Telemachus,” you said, your voice soft but tinged with concern. “I heard… what happened.”

He froze. “I didn’t mean for you to find out,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “They were saying things about you, and I just—”

“—punched Eurymachus in the face?” you finished, a small smile playing on your lips. He glanced at you, expecting anger or disappointment, but what he saw instead made his heart skip a beat. You looked… pleased.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said, stepping closer, your fingers lightly brushing his. “But the fact that you did… it means a lot to me.”

His cheeks flushed, and he shifted uncomfortably. “I couldn’t just let them talk about you like that. You deserve respect. More than they could ever give.”

You tilted your head, your smile widening. “You know, there’s something kind of… attractive about a man who defends his lover’s honor.”

He blinked, caught off guard by your words. “Attractive?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to touch his face, your thumb brushing over a small cut on his cheek. “Even with a little blood, you look good, Telemachus.”

His lips parted, a faint smile tugging at the corners. “If I knew you’d react like this, I might’ve punched him sooner.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Just don’t make a habit of it,” you murmured against his mouth.

“No promises,” he said with a grin, wrapping his arms around you. “But I’ll try to keep my temper—for you, and you only.” The thought of what he’d done sent a thrill through you, and as you leaned into his embrace, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, his fiery temper wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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The Morning After the Night Before (Declan O'Hara x Reader)

My first Rivals fic! Big shoutout to @stellamarielu and @rivalsispunk, who’s work I wholeheartedly recommend and was, inevitably, inspired by when I decided to join in writing about Declan! <3

Summary:

Bff’s dad!Declan x Younger!Reader

As a friend of Taggie’s from college, you’re invited up to the Priory for the Venturer party. By the next day Taggie and Maud have both vanished, you don’t want to leave Declan alone in that big empty house. [5k words]

Contains: Exposition, feelings, then a bit of smut. Exhibitionist!Declan, big age gap, post!Maud rebound sex, lots of foreplay, Declan is a fiend, 90% exposition, priory!sex

The Priory was quiet the day after Maud left. It was the first day of a new era, of Venturer, rung in with hangovers and that bittersweet feeling of a moment to celebrate passing by unacknowledged.

You weren’t sure why you couldn’t go anywhere else. Taggie had invited you up from London for the party, and then promptly been distracted by an MP with a sharp jawline and foul jokes, only to disappear with Seb at the end of the night. With her departure Taggie left you with the sense you were living in a haunted house, filled with Maud’s books and earrings on sidetables and the leftovers from the party to snack on whenever you could bring yourself to eat. Patrick and Caitlin had found friends to crash with. You knew why they couldn’t come back. You weren’t sure why you couldn’t leave.

Sometime in the early afternoon you had heard movement upstairs, and made yourself scarce, hiding in the lounge, tidying what you could and drifting along the spines of the novels which lined the O’Hara’s huge bookshelves. You’d picked up something that could’ve been Maud’s or Declan’s – you weren’t sure. It didn’t look well-worn. You’d been meaning to read The Shining for years, now seemed as good a time as any to sit at the end of the O’Hara’s sofa, and try not to think about what you had seen the night before.

“I didn’t realise you’d be staying.”

A hundred pages had passed before you heard that thick Irish lilt, rich with that kind of blunt hospitality which had to be imported from Dublin. You knew it sometimes rubbed people the wrong way, particularly in this passive-aggressive pocket of privately-educated England. You liked it.

He looked startling similar to the Declan O’Hara you were used to watching on TV. Not much like the Declan O’Hara who would pick Taggie up from club nights and sleepovers, waving with a sly, knowing smile from the car and asking if you’d be able to get home safely.

“Taggie invited me for the long weekend, but…”

You gestured around with the book at his empty living room. His empty house. There were streamers stuck in the rafters, too high up for you to grab and shove into a bin liner.

“Apologies for my daughter’s lack of hospitality,” he sighed, and sat down heavily in the armchair adjacent to your sofa, face in his hands for a moment.

He rubbed the skin of his forehead aggressively, and when he looked away his face was marked red, his hair thrown into chaos.

“That’s okay, I’m sure she’ll be back. The quiet is nice, after last night.”

Declan hummed, and spread his arms along the back of the chair, reclining. For once, spreading out didn’t make him look any bigger. He was wearing jeans and a smart white shirt, but it obviously hadn’t been ironed.

“You’re reading Stephen King?”

“Oh,” you closed the book around your fingers, showing him the cover, though he already knew, “yeah. A borrowed copy, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all! Please, borrow or eat or steal whatever takes your fancy. It’s the least I can do to make up for this shitshow. And my daughter’s forgetfulness…”

You chuckled, and looked anywhere but Declan. He had such an intense gaze, you wondered how anyone stood their own against him across an interview stage.

“It’s really fine. I’m glad she seems happy, or at least excited…”

Declan huffed, stared at the ceiling, and you couldn’t tell what it meant. His hands came together and met his lips like a prayer.

“Have you read The Shining?” You asked quickly.

He was a master of awkwardness, and of silence and question evasion, but you didn’t want to pressure Declan in his own home. If he were one of your friends, you’d already be crushing him in your arms, letting him break down against you in the fiercest hug you could imagine. Instead, he was Taggie’s dad, who you’d never been able to bear to look at too closely, and watched obsessively whenever he appeared on television. You’d even watched him judge a pagent, for God’s sake, crammed around a kitchen table with your housemates complaining and a VHS Taggie had sent whirring away in the player.

You felt a swoop of pride when he perked up at your question, a glint of white teeth visible as he leaned forwards to take the book from your hands, your page number lost. You’d find it again later, in exchange for that dry brush of his fingers against yours. Declan flicked through the pages, eyes moving quickly.

“I have. That’s my copy, in fact. I don’t think the girls ever ended up reading it.”

Something on the page caught his attention, and he hummed as he skimmed the prose.

“Oh, room 217, gives me the shivers even now,” he raised his eyebrows expectantly, and you frowned, tilting your head.

“I don’t think I’ve read that far…”

“Ah, shit. Pretend I didn’t say anything. He has a lovely time in room 217.”

He was joking, and you laughed to be polite. Declan looked drained. Exhausted, hungover, sad.

“Can’t wait,” you replied dryly, as Declan dropped the book onto the coffee table between you.

“I had to stop reading it in bed,” he admitted, glancing from side to side, as though his secrets might be revealed to some unwanted intruder, “I started waking Maud up, talking in my sleep about a ghost in the room.”

You laughed, again it was because Declan wanted you to – wanted to keep the mood light – but you never quite found the right pitch and volume. Maud. He seemed to remember then, talking about her, what had happened.

“I’m sorry you had to see that fiasco yesterday,” he had shifted his voice, and become formal again, like he was introducing his show.

You remembered his falling face, Maud telling him to beg, bag in hand. You remembered Taggie, putting on a mask after the tears had fallen, and the hollow way she imitated the cheeky eyebrow raise you’d exchange over schoolgirl crushes and flirting in clubs, before she sought out a man old enough to be her father. She’d been crushed.

“No, it’s… don’t apologise for that. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t need to say what for. He shrugged, and stared up at the ceiling. The house was so, so quiet. Declan’s breathing was quiet, but you could see how laboured it was in the rise and fall of his chest.

“Do you think she’ll come back, after rehearsals?” you dared to ask.

“I don’t think she’ll come back after the run’s done, to be honest.”

There wasn’t anything to say. You looked up at the fireplace, ancient and beautiful. In the long centuries the house had stood, you wondered if it had seen any sadder sight than this.

“She’s a fucking star!” he announced, voice too loud and his hands flying up, up, before crashing back to his thighs.

You froze, watching him cautiously. He cleared his throat, and made fleeting eye contact as he glanced at you, suddenly appearing sheepish.

“Sorry, that was… sorry. I didn’t mean to shout.”

You murmured that it was fine, but in truth you had no idea if you actually said anything. Declan was panting. Tears or rage seemed equally likely, and he looked at you beseechingly. You wished there was anything you could do to answer him. To help him. The silence went on for longer than you wanted, but there was nothing to say. What could you offer?

Not that ‘there would be others.’

Not that ‘she never deserved him’, handsome and sharp and so, so damn principled it made you ashamed.

He was clenching and unclenching his jaw. You could see it, the muscles flaring and thinning. Your heart pounded in sympathy, something hot and nauseating darting around your stomach, and when his eyes met your sympathetic gaze, you couldn’t bear it. You watched the floor by his feet.

“I knew she was cheating on me. This time, I mean.”

“I’m sorry. That’s not fair.”

Declan sighed, and rolled his head, stretching out his neck. You wondered if he’d been drinking, if he was still drunk. You could smell him, aftershave and sweat, but no whiskey. His eyes were clear and sharp, there was something so controlled about him. He was always in control of the frantic chaos around him. Action and madness had always circled around Declan.

“I’m just sorry for the girls. They deserve better than a father who can’t keep their mother. Or a job. Or a house,” he laughed hollowly, and fell back into his sofa again, watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Mr O’Hara…”

He smirked at you from where he was collapsed, a twitch of his upper lip hidden by his moustache. You could really see his amusement in his eyes, sparkling. You thought of evenings spent at their London house, Declan making the family roar with laughter over a takeaway while Maud was elsewhere. He was always doing something, when he was with his kids. Inventing clever games and telling stories and beating you all at cards. He was a man in control of every room he entered.

“Please don’t sound like you work for me.”

“Sorry,” you teased back, “but don’t half those people last night work for you now?”

He groaned, head in hands, but it was teasing this time. You knew he was joking. Declan kept his eyes uncovered, checking your reaction.

“Christ knows. I’ve no idea who does and doesn’t. Maybe I work for them? It’s all on my head if it goes tits up, though. That’s the main thing.”

“That doesn’t sound stressful at all,” you collapsed a bit in sympathy, pressing your face to your forearm, laying against the arm of the sofa.

“No,” he groaned, “selfish as it is to say, a runaway wife is the last thing I need right now.”

“At least she’ll be happy,” you ventured, and froze as his stare fixed on you, heart catching in your mouth.

“Sorry,” you rambled, “as in, she’s doing what she loves. Not… not that you made her…”

He stayed quiet, and watched you. It was a poor thing to say and a misstep and suddenly you froze. You’d overstepped, lying on his sofa and reading his books and joking with him like he wasn’t Taggie’s bad.

“I just meant, it might be easier, not worrying so much. That she’s making her own choices, and you’re not to blame for whether she’s happy.”

“Maybe I did make her unhappy.”

“Declan…”

He ignored your plea, his gaze fixed firmly on you, warm and intense and melted-chocolate brown. It was far too much, though you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

“I thought we were doing well. Not, well, per se, but well enough. Well enough that she wouldn’t leave me for London the first chance she got.”

You had no idea what to say. You let him speak.

“Everyone else in this fucking town seems to cheat at their heart’s content – God knows Corinium has herpes in the sofa cushions – and yet… I thought she wouldn’t. They all seem to pretend to be happily married, but my crime? Working too much? With the rate Maud burns through money, there’s no other choice. Venturer was all so I could finally stop being at someone else’s beck and call. She’d have supported that, back then. When we first met.”

When Declan stopped speaking, and let the room fall into uncomfortable silence, you realised you could hear your own heartbeat. It was pounding in your ears. Your pulse was thumping in your throat, and it hurt where your chin dug into your arm. The Priory was old and thick-walled and it absorbed all sound, so the quiet between you was absolute.

It wasn’t right, or any O’Hara home to be quiet. They were the loudest family you’d ever heard.

Finally, when it seemed like Declan was never going to speak again, you could bear to look at him again. He was still staring, but you weren’t sure he’d realised you were in the room. He looked so morose; you couldn’t bear it.

“I think Maud might never have been happy here. No matter what you did. If all she wanted was to be on-stage, what else can replace that?”

“She wants attention,” Declan sighed, “that’s what Maud’s always wanted. To be adored. Maybe she didn’t feel adored enough.”

“I think a lot of women would feel lucky, I mean, watching you with Maud… it was obvious how you felt for her.”

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, and rest his head against the arm of the oversized armchair, mirroring you.

“I’ve often wondered if she needs too much for any one man to give,” he speculated, the gentle rhythm of light-hearted teasing was back in his voice.

You were surprised to realise how much you’d missed it. Still, you weren’t sure what to say.

“She needs hundreds,” he continued, “fawning over her every night, cheering and throwing flowers. And maybe someone to watch her in the odd play as well.”

You laughed, sincerely this time, and it made Declan laugh too.

“God, that’s terrible,” you played at scolding, but had no heart for it.

Declan was smiling, indulgently, watching you sideways with half of his face pressed into his armrest and forearm. He was flexing his hand out absentmindedly.

“True, though,” he scoffed, “I always wondered what you must have thought, when you girls got all dressed up to go out and Maud showed up, all miniskirts and cleavage. You must’ve thought she was a nutter, trying to outdress her own daughters.”

“I actually asked her if she wanted to come out with us once,” you remembered fondly, “I was sure Taggie was about to murder me with a curling iron.”

Declan chuckled. Lethargic and curled up on an armchair, the fierceness of two decades in entertainment melted off him. You could see his frownlines when he raised his eyebrows to listen to you, but they soon smoothed again. Was this how he had looked when Maud first met him, gentle, relaxed?

“I was always glad she had you,” Declan admitted, “I was glad to see you, on the nights you’d all go out together. Knew that meant there’d be someone to look out for her.”

Something had changed, and he was talking to you as a peer. Dissecting a time when you’d been younger, known less. Maybe seeing his wife walk out on him qualified you to speak on equal terms.

“I think Taggie’s the most sensible person I know, I’m not sure she ever needed me.”

Declan sighed, and gestured into thin air, and you remembered how the two of you had ended up alone in the house. The hours of tears over Rupert Campbell Black, a small fortune in phone bills that Declan had paid silently, as penance for bringing his family to the Cotswolds.

“She’s got a good heart. Not sure I’d say sensible.”

You wanted to argue, but you knew Declan adored his kids above all else.

“With their genetics, I’m afraid all of them were going to end up brash. Emotional.”

“Clever, though. And kind. Isn’t that what matters?” you weren’t talking about Maud, and Declan knew it.

“They’re already better people than we ever were,” was all he offered.

You had been completely enraptured by their new house when you visited, and privately fascinated by the ‘countryside’ version of Declan. You had hoped he’d be less stressed, but from what you’d gleaned about his business ventures, nothing could be further from the truth. Nonetheless, there was something different about him.

About how he watched you.

Something self-assured, despite Maud and his kids abandoning the house. Perhaps it was your imagination, but it looked as though Declan was trying to work something out.

“What are you going to do now?” you asked.

“Hang out with you, I suppose. If you don’t mind.”

You remained silent. Declan read people for a living, and he knew that wasn’t what you’d meant.

“I suppose I’m meant to wait for her to come back,” he sighed, “and beg again, perhaps. Try not to catch crabs off whatever actor she’s under.”

You couldn’t help it – you winced.

“Sorry – I shouldn’t say shit like that. Tag would tell me off. I just… I’m not sure how many more times I can take it. It’s humiliating. Pathetic.”

“You’re taking the high road, I suppose…”

“Ah, fuck the high road!” he interrupted you, and threw his head back against the back of the sofa, “I’m tired of the sodding high road. There’s no one there, at the end of it, saying ‘congratulations on keeping your wedding vows while your wife fucked another man’. I know Maud. She’ll fuck around in London, and if it goes badly she’ll crawl back, and mope until she finds another ‘casting agent’ to fuck. If it goes well, I’ll never see her again, and if Venturer ever makes a profit she’ll divorce me to get it.”

You weren’t sure what to say, and when Declan’s brown eyes met yours past the forearm he’d thrown over his face, you realised his eyes were glassy.

“Sorry, you didn’t ask to hear all that. Christ.”

“No, I… I’m glad you’ve got someone to talk to. Declan… I can’t imagine.”

“Do you know what isn’t fair? What really isn’t fair? For all that talk about being abandoned and lonely and bored, I’d come back after work, or sneak back on my lunch break, and it was always ‘not now, Declan’. Every single time. ‘Neglected’ my arse.”

When you froze, it felt like a prey instinct. Declan was talking about his sex life. To you. His lack of a sex life. Christ. The way Taggie complained about her parents, you’d imagined something very different from Declan. You’d imagined Declan a lot, in fact.

“What a fucking hypocrite.”

You weren’t sure if it was your swearing, or your sentiment, but Declan’s face cracked into a grin.

“You’re telling me!”

“God, if I had a man in my gorgeous house, sneaking back on his lunch breaks…” you broke off with a laugh, and looked anywhere but Declan.

“You’d what?”

Was he closer? Declan’s voice was serious, and you had to glance towards him to realise he’d leant forwards, elbows on his knees.

“I’d take every chance I could get,” you finished quietly, and the words seemed to linger in the room forever.

“Atta girl,” Declan murmured.

Fuck. You could hear the shifting of his clothes as he fidgeted in his seat.

For a long time, you remained in silence, wondering if the heat you felt would suddenly dissipate. The air had become molasses thick, and you couldn’t look at Declan. He wasn’t far away, a few feet, when he leant forwards. Finally he slumped back into his armchair, legs spread obscenely far apart.

“Do you have a boyfriend, back home?”

You wanted to laugh. In disbelief. In embarrassment. Your clothes felt too tight against your heated skin. Instead, you murmured a no.

“Good. Not a damn man in London good enough for ya.”

The silence played out a little longer. You wondered whether Declan cared about fidelity at all. If he was going to move at all. For a while you just watched him. Forced yourself not to look down, top see if he was as turned on as you felt. It was obscene, how exhaustion and stress and misery still couldn’t hamper his good looks.

There was something more than look about Declan, though. Something in his mannerism. The intensity he watched you with. The way he catalogued every little time you’d interacted. The way he was letting his eyes sweep across you, his gaze hot and searching.

“I don’t want you to regret this, I’m not…” he began.

“I know what a rebound is.”

Your voice was so hollow, it turned bitter, and surprised you. His lust-drunk eyes widened suddenly, and the tension returned to his face. You could feel your own body respond, growing tenser, startled.

“I don’t know what you take me for, sweetheart, but I’m a damn sight older than the boys you’re used to. I wouldn’t know how to ‘play games’ if I tried. I swear. This is the first chance I’ve had to fuck you, and if you’ll let me take it, you’ll have a good time. I promise, the greatest thing about you is that you’re not my wife.”

He paused for breath, and seemed to struggle for a moment. You noticed his hand gripping his thigh, stopping it from shaking.

“You’re kind, and patient, and you listen to me, and you’ve read bloody Stephen King from my bookshelf without me begging you to care about what I care about.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re gorgeous. As soon as Taggie brought you here, I knew you’d ruin my fucking life. You used to ask me how every show went, do you remember? Back at the BBC? Not even my damn wife did that.”

He held a hand out for you, but you weren’t sure what to do with it once you took it. Fingers entwined, you climbed onto his armchair, straddling his lap. Declan groaned, and latched onto the exposed column of your neck, his free hand enormous as it found your waist.

“Oh, your ego likes me? Is that it?”

“Him too,” Declan murmured, and shifted, so that you suddenly realised you could feel him, hard against the crotch of your jeans.

“You’re too young for me,” he murmured against your skin.

“Who cares?”

He laughed, and you knew it was what he’d wanted to hear. Declan pulled more of your weight onto him until you were practically crushing him, thighs on thighs and chest to chest, and then he kept squeezing until his closeness began to hurt.

You rolled your hips and ground down against his lap, hoping to distract him, and Declan groaned, bassy and gorgeous.

“Tag can never know,” you breathed, and felt Declan’s hand move further up your torso in response, clutching the underside of your breast.

“Never,” he agreed, “never.”

When you wrapped both hands around his face and detached him from the underside of your jaw, Declan only released with a grotesque, went smack. You missed the feel of his tongue, skin chilled where his mouth had been, but it was far more important to pull him to your lips. He went willingly, head heavy in your control, looking up at you with glazed hazelnut eyes.

Declan groaned when he kissed you, matching his hands to your face as he took control.

“Do you know how fucking glad I was to see you yesterday?” he groaned against your lips, migrating across your face until he could return to the sensitive join of your jawline and neck, “and I couldn’t even admit to myself why. Isn’t that pathetic?”

“Honourable,” you mumbled, “I think it’s honourable.”

His hands were back on your body, groping until he could shove your bra up, pinching at your nipples through your clothes.

“You’re not gonna think I’m very honourable after tonight, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

You were grinding on Declan, desperate for the flashes of friction you could find against the seam of your jeans. He kept getting distracted, groaning when you found an angle he could feel.

“Think I might make you cry, I wanna see if I can make you tell me to stop. You ever been eaten out?”

When you didn’t respond, he squeezed your breast hard, making you yelp. You could feel the jolt from the pain between your legs. He cooed as he rubbed the pain away.

“Sorry baby, didn’t realise you were so sensitive,” he was mocking you, and it was making your entire body thrum.

A laugh shuddered from you, and Declan finally slid a huge, warm palm beneath your shirt and across your stomach.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come upstairs, and we can get these clothes off, hm? Unless you want people to see.”

He slid a hand to the back of your neck, just firm enough to keep you facing down towards him. With his other hand, he began pulling your shirt up, until it was peaking above the mess he’d made of your bra, flesh spilling out obscenely.

“You’re right opposite the window, you know love, that big driveway. Anyone could be coming up to the house… and see you like this. All mine.”

Even lust-addled, you gasped, and tried to look up, but Declan’s grip on your neck stopped you, forcing you to stare down at him.

“You want me to make you cum here, right in from of anyone? In front of Tony? Or Rupert? The postman? My wife might walk back in right now…”

“No!” you gasped, trying to ignore the feeling of him kneading at your exposed breasts, your bra cutting a tight line across them, “please, Declan…”

“You’re sure? I don’t care,” he told you, glib, as he toyed with whether he could reach his mouth to your nipples, a wet tongue snaking across your skin.

“Declan!”

Finally, you wriggled away, and he gave up the moment you resisted him. You glanced up at the gravel driveway, exhaling shakily at finding it empty. Declan was chuckling to himself, pulling your torso closer again so he could mouth at your flesh.

“I did ask if you wanted to go upstairs, I think you were distracted.”

Finally, you could bring yourself to laugh breathily, pulling your shirt down despite Declan’s wandering hands fighting you.

“Upstairs!” you demanded, and pulled Declan to his feet.

He was walking differently, from how hard he was, and you palmed over his crotch, desperate to feel him. Declan groaned, and reluctantly tugged your hand away, adjusting himself.

“Before you get too mad at me,” he returned to your neck, and spun you in front of him, forearms bracing across your chest and stomach, forcing him against you.

You realised then he was framing you against a mirror, forcing you to look at how ravaged the pair of you looked. And the clear view Declan had of the driveway behind you.

“You’re a bastard, Mr O’Hara.”

Declan laughed, but you could see the colour rising in his cheeks, the gulp which moved his Adam’s apple.

“I told you you’d say that.”

“I’d assumed for better reasons than that,” you teased.

You wrapped your fingers around his belt, and began moving the leather to undo the buckle. Declan groaned and it caught in the back of his throat, rising to a whimper.

“C’mon, old man. You’ve made me some big promises.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep them,” he admitted, “if you keep touching me like that.”

“That’s okay,” you ran your hands along the inside of his waistband, feeling his stomach muscles twitch at the contact. “I know it’s been a while. How about you put that silver tongue to use first, yeah?”

“Christ,” Declan groaned, as you finally undid his fly. You stroked across the fabric of his underwear, and Declan threw his head back. His eyes were clenched shut, and his wandering hands had finally fallen to his sides.

“Do you think you’ll make it up the stairs?” you teased, “or should I just go up and finish this off on my own?”

Finally, he opened his eyes, and encircled your wrist with his fingers, pulling you away from him.

“Don’t say shit like that, love,” he went for your ear again, teeth grazing the skin and his lips salving where he’d been, “I’ve imagined that enough for a lifetime.”

“Oh yeah?”

You drifted your hand across his shaft one more time, and Declan let you, loosening his grip on your wrist.

“Come on then,” you teased, and took off.

He was slow, slower in his current state, but you let him chase you, up the stairs and across the landing, his breathless, deep laugh following you as he gave pursuit.

“I’m not that old,” he insisted, as he finally caught you on the upstairs landing, wrapping his arms around you from behind and briefly pulling you from the ground.

“Never said you were.”

“You’re really making me work for this,” Declan growled, sliding a hand down the front of your jeans. You laughed, safe in his grasp.

“I was just worried we’d never get up those fucking stairs.”

He chuckled, and pulled you against the bannisters, fighting with the button of your jeans. You laughed, and let him struggle, until the moment he succeeded, and his fingers met your clit, slippery and swollen.

“Please, just pick a room,” you begged.

“C’mon, love. Give me one here.”

You realised his gaze was out, across the fields, on the path where any one of the bastards in this village might see the pair of you. They wouldn’t, of course, but that was far from the point.

“Declan!”

“C’mon, just one.”

“Make it quick,” you conceded, and gasped as he let his finger slip fast over your clit. You could see the bliss on his face in the reflection of the window.

“That’s up to you, love. Think you can be good for me?”

“You’re the one,” you gasped, as he changed pressure again, experimenting, “you’re the one fingering me, Declan.”

He kissed you, suddenly, sweetly, on the cheek, fingers still working quickly over your clit. Despite the pressure building in between your hips, you laughed.

“What?” you asked him, catching him grinning to himself in the glass.

“I can’t believe I just heard you say that.”

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part - 26 | 27 — authors note at the end!

masterlist

hard launch: officially announcing that you’re in a relationship; an explicit and purposeful announcement of a romantic relationship, usually on social media.

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after the public announcement of your relationship, your life finally started to fall into place with rafe right in the centre of it.

within weeks you’d given up one of your drawers in your wardrobe, for the blue-eyed boy to keep his clothes. he’d basically become a permanent resident at your grandparents’ home; helping them around the house wherever possible.

the pogues grew more and more fond of rafe, and he eventually settled in nicely into your hangouts every now and again.

everything was perfect.

a timeline of your instagram since (over the course of about a year)…

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when nan and pops found out the news they were more than ecstatic. tears flooded their eyes, at the idea of welcoming a great grandbaby.

their happiness radiated throughout the home, and they invited rafe to move in…

your grandparents were the best help along the way, making sure everything was perfect for the arrival of your baby.

a/n: you’re probably sat there thinking what was that!?

in all honesty, i’ve really fallen out of love with this smau, and i’d dint want to just post saying ‘hey it’s over!’, so i thought i’d give you the happy ending you all deserve.

thank you for supporting me through my first piece of writing, it’s been a rollercoaster. there’s been highs and lows, and i’m so grateful for the experience.

for now, i’m going to dabble in one-shot writing, making sure my next fic is actually a lot more prepared and thought out!

thank you all for reading… this won’t be the last you’ll hear from me!

massive thank you to my taglist also!!!

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[marscardigan]

kitchen encounter

ellie williams x reader

summary: you are alone with joel for the first time since you started dating ellie.

word count: 5.4k

You woke up next to your girlfriend’s sleepy figure. Her arm gently gripped around your waist and your legs intertwined with hers. Your lips curved at the sight in front of you. Ellie’s head was buried inside the crook of your neck. You wanted to stay here forever, but you needed to wake up. You were hungry, so you left her warm inside the sheets, and started your way to the kitchen. There you made some fried eggs and bacon, making two plates for when Ellie woke up. A sound of a door opening alarmed you, thinking you woke your girlfriend. What you didn’t think it to be was Joel Miller in his pajamas, seeming not happy to see you.

You both just stared each other, without saying a word. You wanted to jump off of the window or ran back to the bedroom, but you stayed still, eyes wide open.

"What the hell are you doin’ in my kitchen"

"Good morning, uh, sir" You wanted to slap yourself so bad. Ellie would be laughing hard at your reaction. "Stayed the night with Els-Ellie, sir"

"Please, don’t call me sir again" He sighed, ignoring your figure to grab a mug.

Suddenly, he didn’t seem to mind your presence there, but you felt out of place. You swore Joel would be on patrol or something. He ignored you, not making any conversation, and once he finished making his coffee, he disappeared again, before closing his dorm door, he looked back at you.

Almost tripping with the stairs, you ran to hide back to Ellie’s bedroom, finding her awake. You closed the door and hid inside her bed. "Ohmygod I’m gonna die"

She turned to look at you, smiling, but her voice seemed concerned. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Joel hates me" You pouted. "He just met me and already despises me"

Ellie blinked, her messy hair falling into her eyes as she tried to suppress a laugh. "Wait, what? What did he even say to you?"

You groaned, burying your face into her pillow. "He asked me what I was doing in his kitchen. And I panicked and called him 'sir.' Sir, Ellie. He told me not to call him that."

That was enough to make Ellie burst into laughter, her body shaking against yours as she tried to catch her breath. "Bullshit, you called him sir? Like, what are you? A soldier reporting for duty?"

"This isn’t funny!" you whined, smacking her arm lightly. "He looked like he was ready to toss me out. And then he just ignored me!"

Ellie propped herself up on her elbow, smirking down at you. "Relax, he’s like that with everyone. It’s just his vibe. Grumpy old man who secretly doesn’t know how to deal with people being nice to him. Trust me, if he really hated you, he wouldn’t have let you get out of that kitchen alive."

You frowned. "Whoa, that’s not exactly comforting, Els."

She snorted and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Okay, fine. Let me handle it. I’ll talk to him later and smooth things over. He’ll come around eventually. Just... maybe avoid calling him 'sir' next time."

You sighed, finally letting yourself relax a bit. "Do you think he’ll ever actually like me?"

Ellie rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful hum. "I mean, it’s Joel. Liking people isn’t exactly his thing. But if it makes you feel better, he didn’t scare you off, and that’s a win f'me. You survived the Joel Miller experience."

Later in the day, Ellie had convinced you to join her and Joel for lunch. You’d hesitated—your kitchen encounter was already burned into your memory, and you weren’t eager to relive the awkwardness—but Ellie insisted.

"Trust me," she said, lacing her fingers through yours. "He’s not as scary as you think."

Now, sitting across from Joel at the dining table, you weren’t so sure. He was quiet, watching you with those piercing eyes of his, as Ellie rambled on about patrol routes and whatever random thoughts popped into her head. You nodded and laughed in the right places, but every time you glanced at Joel, you felt like a bug under a magnifying glass.

Finally, Joel set his fork down, his gaze locking onto you. "So," he drawled, leaning back in his chair. "You and Ellie, huh?"

Ellie groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Joel—"

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "Just makin’ conversation."

You cleared your throat, your hands suddenly sweaty. "Uh, yeah. Me and Ellie."

Joel’s eyes narrowed just slightly, his lips twitching like he was holding back a smirk. "You seem nice enough," he said, his tone casual. "But just so we’re clear, if you ever hurt her…" He picked up his steak knife, twirling it lazily between his fingers. "…they won’t find the body."

Your eyes widened, and you let out a nervous laugh, unsure if he was joking or not. Ellie, however, looked mortified.

"Jesus, Joel!" she snapped, glaring at him. "Could you not threaten my girlfriend?"

Joel shrugged, unfazed. "Just makin’ sure we understand each other."

You swallowed hard but managed a shaky smile. "Crystal clear, sir—uh, Joel. I’ll never hurt her."

"Good." He nodded, satisfied, before returning to his meal like he hadn’t just casually threatened your life.

From across the table, Ellie sent you an apologetic smile. You didn't smile back, still shivering.

After, when the two of you were in her bed, Ellie kissed your anxiety away. "Ignore him," she whispered. "He was just… being Joel."

"I’m fine," you whispered back, now calmer.

Ellie leaned closer, "For what it’s worth, I think he likes you. If he didn’t, he’d be way worse."

"Worse?" you muttered under your breath, "Good to know."

[k-dokja]

Who do you will be disappointed when their lover isn't the jealous type??! Eli, Johan, Daniel, Jake, Vinjin, Gun & Goo's reaction + any of your favs if you think they'll suit the situation thank you!

Vin and Goo are the only ones childish enough for that LOL not a favourite, but Ryuhei, too.

Eli is "very understandable, have a nice day" about it. He doesn't really think he has anything worthy of her jealousy so she might as well save the energy for something else. Besides, he'd feel so bad if he ever gives her a reason to be jealous, this one is happy as is.

Johan is too busy getting jealous to even notice she's never jealous over him. If anything, he'd find jealousy from her end questionable and nonsensical because "When did I ever do anything that warrants jealousy? don't be ridiculous, I only have eyes for you."

Daniel attracts a lot of admiration so having a jealous girlfriend would be exhausting for him. Not to mention, he's away often and always up to shady stuff. Every day, he kisses the earth for giving him a partner who's not jealous.

Vin is sooooooo miffed he's not getting fought over. Like "what do you mean you trust me enough to not worry? I mean you should but like am I not hot enough for you to worry? Huh? Huh?" Someone, please smack his head.

Gun... finds jealousy a sign of weakness LOL... he's such an asshole about it. It's an unnecessary emotion for him. If the person is meant to stay, they will always stay, there's no need to get jealous over something that isn't yours anyway.

Goo on another hand is very playful about jealousy in general. He usually uses it as a reason to pester his lover, so he wants the energy reciprocated too. You should want him! You should make that cute pout that makes him want to pamper you!

[tulpanya]

take me out!

includes : (mouthwashing) anya, curly, daisuke, swansea.

summary : it's time for a date! the types of date [character] takes you out on!

warnings : gn! reader. pet names ("hun" - curly, "babe" - daisuke).

ANYA

quiet night in.

The smell of takeout wafted through the air as you brought in the food, Anya's mouth already watering. Unable to wait any longer, she paddles her way over to where you're serving the food on some plates. "This was a good call, Anya." You grin, the food getting to you as well. "We really needed a night in!" She nods in agreement.

"And I already rented the movie," She chirps, taking her plate and walking with you back into the living room, where blankets, pillows, and various candies are strewn for maximum comfort.

Snuggling close together under the covers, with full bellies and a good movie, Anya couldn't help but feel her heart do little somersaults because this was a night she definitely needed.

café.

It was a small cafe with a warm environment, and you and Anya often frequented the place whenever you two had time. "They have a new design- a cat!" Anya says, she's always been in awe of how they manage to do the cute little designs in her lattes. You both order and when she shows you the cat you can't help but snicker.

"Why're you laughing?" Anya asks, confused by your reaction.

"Because it looks just like you!" You say between laughs, begging for her to hold it up a little so you can take a picture of her and cat-latte-art-her. She gives an awkward smile, not quite seeing the similarities but pleased you seem so happy. You instantly make the picture your lockscreen.

"Wha- don't do that!" She cries out, embarrassed by the photo.

"But you and cat-anya will give me strength when I can't persist!" She, reluctantly, lets you keep the picture as your lockscreen.

botanical garden.

You were running late, and as much as that disappointed you, it was also totally worth it to see Anya standing there in all her beauty. Despite the most beautiful flowers surrounding her, she was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing within the vicinity. After she anxiously checked her watch and glanced around, you finally snapped out of your stupor and greeted her.

"Anya, sorry I'm late- a train-" Anya lets out a relieved breath, reaching for you and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your cheek.

"I'm just glad you're okay," She pulls away and chuckles at how flustered you look from a simple kiss and her worry. "Should we... walk?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, interlocking fingers with you.

"Y- yeah! Yes, let's go!" The flowers were nice, but you both seemed a little distracted with each other— you'll both have to visit another time.

CURLY

stargazing.

It's so cheesy and cliche, yet Curly somehow manages to pull off a 'night under the stars' perfectly. A beautiful spot, a comfortable blanket, some simple snacks, and of course an extra coat that he can wrap around you should you get too cold.

He's got your head resting on his shoulder/chest, and he occasionally points out a constellation. "Over there is Delphinus," He says, his eyes never leaving the stars. He truly loved the night sky, it's obvious he always had. You hum, snuggling closer to him.

"What about that one over there?" You ask, pointing to a bright one.

"That," He says, a grin on his lips that just screams trouble. "Is Venus, planet of love." He moves so he's hovering above you now, mischief in his eyes. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, before another, and another, and the planets and stars are long forgotten as you two kiss under the night sky.

hiking.

Whether you have been hiking before or not, Curly is always excited to wake up early with you and go for a hike. He's like a golden retriever with how much energy he has as you two move through the rocky terrain.

He's still ever the gentleman though, "Let me help you," He says, lending you his hand to step over a particularly rough part. He doesn't really let go of your hand after that, much preferring to make sure you stay by his side instead.

By the time you two reach the top, the view is most definitely worth it. "It's beautiful," You breathe, eyes looking out over the horizon. Curly smiles, his gaze trained on you and only you.

"Sure is."

food truck.

It's greasy, messy, but Curly absolutely loves getting food from a food truck with you and just walking around the city/a nearby park. "Damn," He mumbles with a mouthful of food as the greasy food began to drip down his chin. You can't help but laugh at his panicked face as he tries to lick it up (and fail).

"Hold on you big baby," You tease, grabbing a spare napkin you shoved in your pocket and wiping the grease away for him. He swallows his food and bites back a laugh.

"Thanks," Curly leans in for a kiss but you push away his head, "Wha- hun?"

"Oh, no way! You choose to get extra garlic. I'm not kissing you." Curly whines for a little, pouting about not getting a kiss but eventually gets over it at the promise of kisses after he brushes his teeth. "You're something else, you know that?"

"You love me." He declares rather confidently, and you can't deny he's right.

DAISUKE

videogames.

"I'll be your player two, babe." Daisuke so chivalrously offers up the player one position to you, which you gladly take his offer for. It's a two-player puzzle rpg game where you have to help each other throughout the game- and Daisuke is already vowing his 'life' to you.

"Not that way, not that way!" You exclaim, trying to keep Daisuke from falling off the screen during a boss battle.

"I know, I know!" He squeaks tilting with his controller, "The controls are all backwards ugh! I'm tryin', just give me a second, okay?" You both are so focused and intense, fighting the boss battle with the utmost seriousness. And when that beautiful flash of 'You Win' shines on the screen you both hug each other with relief.

"Finally!" You cheer, "I thought we'd be stuck at that boss for hours!" You fake cry tears of relief, and Daisuke joins in with your faux tears.

"It's all because of your amazing leadership, babe! Thank you for not leaving me behind~"

"I literally couldn't..." You say, suddenly a little deadpan. You pull away and give him a pointed look, and all Daisuke can do is giggle, knowing he caused more trouble than help throughout the game.

"It's because my guy was all weird- next time I'll be player one and you'll see!"

"Suuuure, Dai... Sure."

karaoke.

The first time Daisuke took you to karaoke you didn't expect him to have such a nice voice, but now you look forward to going to karaoke with him just to hear him sing!

"This one's for you babe!" Daisuke points to you, just as he has for the last several songs he's dedicated to you. You simply clap and cheer as he dances about, singing another love song. That's when he realizes that it's actually a duet, and he begins to beckon you on stage.

"C'mon," He urges you to hurry, and you (albeit hesitantly) join him on the little stage area and take the extra mic. You join in on cue, both of you now singing your hearts out together- and the next several songs continue on like this until you're both so exhausted you collapse on the sofa in the karaoke room.

aquarium.

"I have a special connection with the fish, just watch." Daisuke says almost too confidently before putting his forehead against the fish tank with his eyes squeezed shut. You just watch in amusement, wondering how long he'll do this. Finally he snaps his eyes open and turns to you with a proud smile.

"And... what did you just do with this special connection?"

"I just told all the fish that I love my partner so, so, so, sooo much." He says, nodding along with his words. You snort a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "What? It's true! They had to know, don't need some stingray trying to woo you."

"I doubt that'd happen," You say, wiping some tears from the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard. "But good to know that all the fishes know how much we love each other." Daisuke grins, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to the next exhibit.

"Now I gotta go make sure the crustaceans know too."

SWANSEA

sport event.

Swansea had somehow managed to snag some pretty good tickets to an upcoming game of his favorite team- and he had invited you to come with him. You didn't know much about the sport, but that didn't stop you from researching into the game as much as possible before going with him.

Swansea had to bite back a snicker as you showed up fully decked out in the opposite teams merch- seems you got a little confused, but your enthusiasm melted his heart. "I- I know that!" You declared when he told you about the mishap. "I wanted us to have a rivals-to-lover thing going on."

"Riiiight..." He eyes you suspiciously, not believing you one bit but he'll let it slide. Despite the embarrassing mistake, Swansea seems proud to have you by his side as you two attend the game even though some other attendants seem to be giving you a nasty glare. He just flips them off before wrapping his arm around you.

restaurant.

Swansea enjoyed listening to you chat about your day, the quiet atmosphere of the cozy restaurant only added to the experience. When the food finally comes out you excitedly get ready to eat, only to notice Swansea's meal looks a little more appetizing.

"Mm? Oh, no... No, absolutely not." Swansea sighs, shaking his head. He could already feel a little headache forming.

"Just a bite?" You ask, batting your lashes. Swansea groans, begrudgingly offering a bite of his food. That was, as he knew, a mistake as you moaned about how good the food tasted. You then offered him a bite of yours. He rolled his eyes.

"Give it to me."

"Thank you~" You coo, swapping plates with him. You take his hand and give it a little squeeze. "You're the best~"

"Just eat your food."

bowling.

"You're not winning." Swansea said, rolling his eyes. You had never once won since you two started going bowling regularly. You scoff at him, putting on your bowling shoes.

"I'll have you know I've been practicing!"

"Alright, if you win, what do you want?" Swansea concedes, indulging your competitiveness. You hum, thinking before a grin grows on your face. He did not like the sight of that.

"When I win, I want you to admit that I'm a waaaaay better bowler than you." He scoffs this time. You shrug, standing up and approaching the lanes. "Afraid you'll lose, Swans?"

"Hardly, I'm just thinking about how good you'll look vacuuming."

"Wha- If I lose I have to vacuum?!" Swansea rolls his shoulders, his gaze hardened by the bet you two had set up. "W- Well, that's only if I lose- which I won't! So prepare to admit your defeat and to vacuum!" You say, before ultimately losing the match.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[notapradagurl7]

Hooked On You. Pt.1

Black OC! x Woody McClain as "Cane Tejada" from Power Book II: Ghost.

Summary: Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center. Until she becomes hooked on Cane Tejada, her rival. Reader's Name: Deja.

(a/n: Here is a mini-series for this fine man right here! Please likes, reblogs and comments are encouraged, don't forget to support. Make a request if you like, don't be scared to show some love! I don't bite )

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@westside-rot @mama-2001

                   

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Her black timberlands clicked up the concrete steps, the wind brushed against her richly pigmented face. Her manicured hand gripped the brass doorknob and strolled into the medium-sized living room. Her brown pupils scanned the space, taking in the four amber-orange painted walls surrounding her, the walls were adorned with a few family picture frames and artwork. The scent of weed and cologne filled her nostrils while the door slammed shut behind her. Her eyelids widened in shock.

With lightning-fast reflexes, she spun on her heel and retrieved her sleek Beretta Model 81 from her handbag. Waving the gun, she pressed it firmly against his forehead, her face dark and threatening. she recognized the man before her, her eyes narrowed and she smacked her lips in distaste. "You're not exactly who I want to see right now," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "It's like that now? You ain't happy to see me, baby?" Cane grinned mischievously, his fingers deftly moving the gun away from his forehead. Unfazed by her fierce demeanor, he met her glare head-on.

The notorious drug dealer, Cane Tejada, was both her sworn enemy and secret lover. As the oldest son of the powerful Tejada dynasty, his influence was felt throughout the city.

"What the fuck do you want Cane? I'm busy right now, and aren't you supposed to be talking with your mom or still stalking Tariq around his campus?" Deja snapped bitterly, uninterested in his presence.

Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center.

Despite their initial hopes of steering their daughters toward higher education, the girls all eventually became entangled in the family business. Growing up quickly, their gentle natures were hidden behind their cutthroat tendencies.  Diamond was the cool and cutthroat one, while Deja exuded a silent but deadly intelligence. Meanwhile, Destiny was the most ruthless and cunning of the trio. These sisters were the epitome of a little sugar, spice, and everything not so nice.

The Pierce and Tejada families had been at odds for as long as anyone could remember. If any member of either clan happened upon the other, an altercation was sure to follow - and it wouldn't be pretty. But unknown to their parents and siblings, Deja and Cane had been engaging in a secret rendezvous. Their first intimate encounter was meant to be a one-time thing, but Cane couldn't resist the urge to see her again.

The problem was that Deja was just as hooked as he was. She couldn't stop thinking about how he had touched her and the intense way they had locked eyes and lips. They were like addictive drugs to each other, and now they were hopelessly entangled.

It was one night at some random party, after a few drinks and almost killing each other but there were too many people around. The two of them ended up in a drunken make-out session and had the best-drunk sex in the bathroom, that night was one to remember but left them wanting more. Guilt settled in Deja after the first night but shortly faded away when they crossed paths, he longed for her touch while she tried to forget about him.

The forbidden lovers have been seeing each other ever since that first night, it was real bad.

Deja sported a black tee long-sleeved shirt and matching hoodie that hugged her frame, while her black jeans pooled around her legs. Her ginger box braids swayed at her elbows, and a black beanie kept her head warm against the upcoming cold weather. Black timberlands adorned her feet, tied neatly in a little bow. A gold necklace with her initial 'D' hung around her neck, and small glinting gold hoop earrings slowly swung from her ears. Her lips sparkled with clear lip gloss, completing her edgy yet chic look.

"First of all, My mom is too busy with her own shit anyway, and fuck that bitch ass nigga Tariq, I'm only here to see you and what your fine ass is up to.." Cane flirted seductively, his eyes raking down to her backside. She had a hold on him that he seem to couldn't shake.

"It was one night Cane! I have a boyfriend now, so this little fling between me and you is dead. You know damn well we can't be seen together because of our families right?" Deja snapped, her words filled with bitterness as she knew he didn't care about the gravity of their situation.

Cane's annoyance grew, his face twisted in frustration. He rolled his eyes at her and strode towards her with his arms folded behind his back. His head shook disapprovingly as he let out a tsk under his breath. She lifted her head, only to have him press his hand against the wall above her, causing her steps to stumble and hit the wall behind her.

"You're cute when you try to act tough. Clearly, he ain't fucking you right the way I do..." Cane whispered into her ear, relishing in her bashful blush on her face. "That nigga doesn't know how to handle you the way I do. You're mine." He declared, licking his lips with possessiveness.

Deja clutched her gun in her hand while it was still hanging at her sides, she wanted to smack him across with her gun to shut him up but she remained still and silent, "That's bullshit. You think I'm yours just 'cause we fucked? Boy please..." She fibbed, she knew he was right, he was only one that can handle her, her mind replayed memories of their recent tryst.

"Are you really going to let me be wrong without even walking out that door?" Cane teased, a sly smirk playing on his lips as she gripped the collar of his black hoodie with her hands.

Without a second thought, she pulled him in and pressed her lips against his, the passion between them igniting like a spark in the night. As they kissed, she couldn't help but moan with pleasure, the temptation too strong to resist.

♡♥︎♡

"Deja, are you okay?"

She heard her older sister's voice, Deja lifted her head from her phone and swiftly tucked it away in her pocket. She adjusted her beanie, attempting to conceal the exhaustion that lingered on her face. "I'm fine," Deja replied with a forced grin. However, her response was far from the truth.

"Are you sure that you're alright? After all, didn't you stop by the stash house and go to Romeo's house?" Diamond asked in concern, Her attention was drawn to the dark purple marks on her neck, indicating that it was Romeo, given their nearly six-month relationship.

"Yep I did, Romeo loves to leave hickeys on my neck when we fuck sooo..." Deja chuckled sheepishly, she tried to mask the scent of weed and cologne from her clothes with a spritz of rose-scented perfume on her neck and attire.

Diamond's eyes grew wide as her sister's words hit her. She instinctively held up her hands in defense. "Gross, okay, okay! Spare me the details. If you didn't want to talk about it, you could have just said so," Diamond retorted. She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, there's a party for Destiny tonight. She's really hoping you can make it, if you're not busy with Romeo or selling at the stash house." Diamond left the room, giving her sister a small smile.

With a frustrated groan, Deja collapsed onto her mattress, the springs creaking beneath her weight. She couldn't stand the burden of hiding this forbidden affair from her loved ones any longer.

Yet, whenever she was with Cane, the guilt seemed to scatter, replaced by a thrilling feeling. She yearned for his touch and the rush it brought her. But tonight, she hoped to avoid him. Her phone buzzed, and she fished it out of her pocket, heart racing as she saw the sender's name: Cane.

Cane. 🥷🏾🖤

Text me back whenever you want to see me again.😏

♡♥︎♡

Deja decided to stay home and told her family that she was spending time with Romeo which was a lie, it was better than the painful truth that her enemy blowing her back out and his dick was out of this world that she couldn't tell nobody. She couldn't go to the party because he could show up and get himself killed but to Cane, Deja's pussy was so good that he had to hit it again and risk it all.

Deja was startled by a sharp tapping on her window, causing her to flinch and quickly turn her gaze in that direction. There, standing outside with a smirk on his face was Cane, and Deja's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Without hesitation, she rushed over to the window and slid it open, allowing him to climb inside. "Cane?" he stepped into her medium-sized bedroom, Cane scanned the space with a curious eye.

"Is your family home?" Cane asked her, sliding the window back down behind him.

"No they're not home but what are you doing here?" She asked him, as if she didn't know the real reason.

"You know, I couldn't stay away," Cane replied, his voice low and seductive. "I need you, Deja."

Deja knew she should push him away, but she couldn't resist. "I need you too.." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. They fell onto her bed, and Cane began exploring her body with his hands.

♡♥︎♡

Deja laid flat on the light green sheets with her delicate hands clutching the sheets beside her head. Her back arched high in the air, her stomach pressed against the soft fabric while Cane's hands held onto her wide hips. He gave her fast, rough thrusts from behind, his eyes fixed intently on her backside while it clapped against him. "Oh fuckk! Cane!" her eyes rolled back while he penetrated her pussy deeper and deeper. She felt every inch of him pulsate in between her wet walls while he passionately kissed up her arch, giving her complete pleasure. How could this be wrong when he feels so right?

She knew that she was cheating on her boyfriend and going behind her family's back but the pleasure that Cane was giving her was just too good to pass up. She could feel her body tensing up as she approached her climax, and Cane knew it too. He reached around and his thumb started to rub her clit, "I-i'm cumming!" she came undone on his thick member, As she lay there, panting and trying to catch her breath.

Cane quickly flipped Deja on her back with him slipped back into her eliciting a girlish moan from his lover while he resumed roughly ramming into her, "Oh fuckk, I love this dick.." Deja blurted in between his jagged thrusts, her fingernails digging deeper into his shoulder blades while he latched his hands around the sides of her neck, "Does he fuck you like this?" he gruffly groaned, throwing his head back from the immense pleasure, "Say it.." he spat, he roughly smacked her thigh, feeling her wetten his dick up even more causing him to darkly chuckle.

Deja's mind was a blur of pleasure while Cane resumed ramming into her. All she could see was stars when he hit that spot. She dug her heels of her feet into his back, "No, he doesn't!" she cried out, her voice rising with each thrust. Cane groaned raspily, "Say you're mine.." his fingernails digging into her thighs, seeing the pigment turn red. He plunged himself into her again and again. "I'm yoursss.." She slurred out, throwing her back into the pillow as she was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Cane's breath was in her ear, "I'm yours too..." he groaned from seeing how wet his dick was getting every time he went in and out of her, making it glisten underneath the dim light, "Damn baby.." he moaned, his slim gyrated into her wetness at a slow pace,

Deja's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for air. "I-cumming!" she announced, her body trembling underneath him. She came undone on his dick, Cane swiftly pulled out of her, he came on her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving Deja wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both tried to catch their breath. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but she didn't care. All she wanted was more of Cane's deliciously forbidden touch.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Birthday Song

Crosshair sings you a song for your birthday.

Crosshair x reader | 580 words

Note: Year 3 of my tradition writing super self-indulgent Crosshair scenes for my birthday 🙃 I will never tire of finding ways to make grumpy toothpick man soft and tender.

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you gazed out at the city from your balcony. It was chilly but not unbearable. It was your birthday and you felt at peace.

You'd told anyone who'd asked that you didn't want it to be a big deal this year. It wasn't a milestone age, there was a lot to worry about going on in the galaxy, it just didn't feel like the time for big celebrations. A nice, simple day was all you could really ask for.

Your man, Crosshair, was never one to make a fuss about such things anyway, so he'd hardly complained at the order to not bother with any special plans. Instead, the two of you had gone about the day as normal, attending to your own errands, comfortably working around each other without too much direct interaction.

Now you were taking a break outside, enjoying fresh air in last few hours of winter sunlight, silently reflecting on your year and the goals you had for yourself heading into the next one. You were content with where you were, proud of the things you'd accomplished, even if they weren't as impressive or flashy as others of your age. And you already had a few things to look forward to, new challenges to work through that would surely make you just as happy come your next birthday.

The small smile resting on your face started to grow wider as you felt a presence behind you. That was another thing to feel especially grateful for, you noted, as warmth pressed into your back and thin arms snaked around to pull you closer. You leaned into Crosshair's embrace, resting your head back onto his shoulder. His mouth pressed into your hair with a low hum.

Then the hum grew into a tune. You closed your eyes as soft words floated in the air around you.

Like a river flows... Surely to the sea... Darling, so it goes...

Your body subtly shifted to the side, and then to the other, as Crosshair began rocking you back and forth. Swaying in time to the music you both heard in your heads.

Some things are meant to be...

You loved his voice. Some called it snake-like; menacing, even. And you could agree it was not a tone you'd want to hear at the other end of a blaster. But right now, there were no blasters. There was no war. No reason for him to be so cutting and severe. Now, his voice was soft. Gentle. Conveying few but meaningful words. And when he sang, you felt even more of his heart being shared.

Take my hand... Take my whole life too...

You breathed in deeply, and then your voice joined his.

"For I can't help... falling in love... with you...."

A light kiss was pressed to your temple as your harmony concluded.

"Happy Birthday, love," he whispered.

You tilted your head to try and get a look at him. He smiled down at you, looking just as serene as you felt.

"I love when you sing," you said.

Predictably, he huffed a little. "Only for you."

And it was true. No one knew the talent he had but you. He could sell records, perform at ritzy lounges... as you often teased. But not today. Today, you could keep his voice just for yourself.

You hummed and stood on your tip-toes to give him a kiss. "And what a lovely birthday song it is."

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caitlin rubs aloe on your back

“cait, you did a shit job on my sunscreen. i need you to put aloe on my back” you yelled out the bathroom as you looked at your sunburn through the mirror

“thank you, caitlin, for putting sunscreen on my back. it would’ve been so much worse if you didn’t do that for me. please put aloe on the parts you missed” you smiled and rolled your eyes at caitlin’s sarcasm

“thank you for putting on my sunscreen. please put on aloe me” you said as you walked out of the bathroom and into the main hotel room

“that’s much better. of course i’ll put aloe on the parts i missed” caitlin grabbed the aloe from your bag and signaled for you to lie down on the bed. you laid down on the bed and caitlin gently moved your bra straps down your shoulders. you heard her put the aloe in her hands then felt her hands on your back. you moaned at the feeling of her hands on you

“oh sorry if that’s too cold. i’ll warm you up” you had no problem with the temperature of the aloe, but you weren’t going to complain if she was going to warm you up. she rubbed her hands all over your back and you held back your moans. her large hands all over you was insanely intimate but you didn’t want to make things weird and you couldn’t blame any more noises on the aloe temperature

“alright you are all done. i tried to be really thorough” she certainly was thorough. you sat up and moved next to where caitlin was sitting at the end of the bed

“yes thank you for that”

“i’ve been told i have amazing hands” she humble-bragged and chuckled. you laughed

“yeah they’re pretty amazing”

“so you liked my hands on you?” she flirted and raised her eyebrows at you. her flirting was not out of the ordinary. you were always flirty friends, even before your drunken kiss that she probably didn’t even remember. you rolled your eyes as you always did when she flirted with you

“shut up it’s been a while” you gave her a playful shove on her shoulder

“yeah for me too” her voice was a bit sad

“what about connor? is that not his job?”

“he broke up with me last week” caitlin stared down at her hands and started playing with her fingers

“what? why? are you sure you didn’t break up with him? do i need to beat him up?” how dare he make your amazing friend upset

“he broke up with me” she repeated “we didn’t have sex for months and i thought it was just our busy schedules but then he told me he wasn’t feeling it anymore. i don’t know what i did wrong” you pulled her into a hug

“aww sweetie you didn’t do anything wrong. it’s his loss. you’re amazing and beautiful and nice and caring and so fucking talented. he’s a fucking loser, don’t be sad about him. let’s go out and find you a new boyfriend” caitlin pulled back from the hug

“uh actually i’ve kinda been thinking about girls for the past week” your heart raced at her admission

“ok so let’s go out and find you a new girlfriend” you tried to calm down

“i was actually thinking one girl in particular” that’s one way to calm down

“oh. do i know her?” as much as your heart sank, you wanted her to be happy with this girl

“um yeah. so a few years back we were drunk and i told her i never kissed a girl before. she told me i needed to be initiated into the girl kisser club so we made out for a while. i really liked it but she never said anything after. maybe she regretted it or maybe she didn’t remember it” you looked down at your lap and laughed

“or maybe she was super into it but didn’t want to pressure you about your sexuality and make your friendship weird. so if that’s the girl you’re thinking about, she would very much be down for more kissing” caitlin lifted your chin with her hand and pulled your face close to hers

“well if she wants more kissing then what kind of friend would i be to deny her?” she smiled and closed the gap between your lips. you deepened the kiss and grabbed the back of her head. you played with her soft straight hair as you continued to make out. eventually you had to pause to catch your breath

“is this ok?” you didn’t want to overstep. she did just go through a breakup and you didn’t want to take advantage of her

“fuck yes. i want you” your heart swelled at her words

“lie down on the bed” caitlin wasted no time lying down. you brought one leg over her body to straddle her. her eyes were full of lust as you leaned down to kiss her again. you kissed her slow and filthy, trying to make the moment last as long as possible. you continued to make out with her until your wetness became uncomfortable. you could tell from her kisses that even when she was having sex, she wasn’t being properly taken care of. she was aggressive and needy and desperate in the best way

“what do you need baby?” you asked her “where do you need me to touch you?”

“mmhm play with my tits” she moaned out. you grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. you kissed the top of one of her tits while you put your hand on the other. you nipped and sucked lightly at her boob and she moaned your name. you pulled your head up a bit to take her bra off. you brought your mouth back down to her chest and flicked her hard nipple with your tongue, which was met with a loud moan. you kissed the underside of her boob, determined to mark her whole chest up. the pretty noises she made encouraged you to suck a mark on her skin. she whined out your name

“please”

“please what, caity? use your words”

“suck on my nipples please” you responded by flicking her nipple with your tongue again. you placed her pretty nipple in your mouth and began to suck on it. you rubbed and pinched at her other nipple as you sucked, making sure both of her nipples were getting the attention they had clearly been deprived of. you sucked and bit at her nipple gently, making sure not to hurt her. her hands threaded into your hair and tugged. her moans encouraged you to continue your sucking. when you had to bring your head up for air, she whined

“why’d you stop?” you giggled at her desperation

“i needed to breathe. and i really wanted to kiss you again” you took a breath then gave her another slow filthy kiss. you brought your fingers under her shorts and underwear to see how wet she was. you were pleasantly surprised to find out she was basically dripping. she moaned into your mouth as you circled your fingers around her clit. you brought your fingers to her entrance and pulled back from the kiss

“is this ok?” you didn’t want her to get caught up in the moment and regret this later

“please touch me. i need your fingers in my pussy and your mouth on my nipples” slowly, you moved your fingers in and out of her as you sucked on her other nipple. caitlin’s hands stroked your hair as you sucked, letting you know how much she was enjoying your mouth on her. you continued to work on her with your fingers and mouth until she reached her orgasm. you let her ride it out on your fingers until she relaxed. you looked up at her and smiled

“thanks for the aloe”

[miyukisu]

No Matter What .ᐟ

❤︎ | If Umemiya Hajime promises you something—best believe he's keeping it (1.3k wc) ╰ feat. umemiya hajime (winbre) x afab! reader

tags - reader gets hurt, mentions of violence and injuries, angst to comfort, fluff, happy ending, caring ume, friends to lovers -ish, no y/n

a/n - this was a request on my other blog

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"If you need help—no matter what it is—just call me and I'll be there."

Those were the words that Umemiya Hajime told you the first time you met him. And maybe he was just being nice. Maybe he only told you that because you were Kotoha's friend. Sure, he was the head of Furin and Furin's supposed to save the people of this town—but that doesn't mean that Ume would always be at your beck and call.

It doesn't necessarily mean that he'll be there for you no matter what.

Because you were just that—Kotoha's friend. You weren't anyone important that the top dog of Furin would come in and rescue you. But, God, you wished that you were.

You let those sweet words float by you at first, but now it was the only thing you were holding on to. That and your dwindling hope.

How did it come to this? Why did they have to come to the cafe at exactly the time that you were alone? Why did Kotoha leave you alone? Not that you blame her... but you do blame whoever these people are—for being so weak that they would hold a grudge against Furin, going as far as torturing the people that mattered to their leader rather than aiming for him themselves.

They were after Kotoha; that much you were sure of. Though, they figured, you could also be someone important to Umemiya Hajime. So they beat you up for safe measure. Perhaps a consolation that they couldn't get their true target.

You could only watch as they continued to trash the place, trying to send a message to Furin that they were dead serious about this feud—a feud that you unfortunately got tangled up in.

With your back facing the door, you were a witness to their wickedness. As much as you wanted to shout or flee for your life, you were frozen in place. Softly, you could only whisper his name—a futile prayer on deaf ears.

But Ume had a knack for turning bleak situations upside down. Too absorbed in fear, you failed to notice an intense presence make its way into the cafe. A newfound weight was put on your shoulders, a coat which you instinctively held on to. It radiated a masculine smell and it comforted you because it smelled exactly like him.

"Can you make do with my jacket for now? Just gotta deal with these guys first," he says, turning to look back at you with a reassuring smile.

Dumbfounded, you simply nodded at him, allowing him what he does best: saving the people he cares about. He effortlessly plowed his way through his opponents. His face showed no emotion, punch after punch. Part of you could tell that he was holding back; he could do even worse to them than this.

When all was said and done, Ume gave them a warning—more so a threat to be honest. The men almost crawled their way out of the place. Only then did you see a speck of emotion on Ume's face.

He was seething. The aftermath of the gang's actions made his blood boil. And to think what could have happened if Kotoha were there...

But most of all—and the reality is—you were the one that got hurt. You were no Kotoha, but Ume cared about you all the same. He was that type of guy after all.

Once he had calmed down, he knelt down in front of you. HIs face relaxed a bit, hoping it could calm you down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. I really am."

You quickly shook your head, still holding on to the jacket he perched on your shoulders a few minutes ago. "No... please don't apologize. I'm just glad that you came at all."

Ume's expression softened, feeling bad that someone like you had to go through such a traumatic experience. He wanted to tuck the lock of hair behind your ear and to cup your cheek at that moment, but decided against it. There were more pressing issues than giving into his impulses at the moment—like getting you to safety for instance.

That's how you found yourself being carried on his back. You insisted that you could walk, but he was as stubborn as you.

"Are you sure the cafe will be alright?"

"Of course! The other guys should be there with Kotoha now—cleaning around and stuff," he says.

"What about you though?"

"Me?"

"Don't you want to be there with Kotoha? I'm sure the other guys would have been able to help me..."

He lets out a short chuckle. "You want someone else to help you? What's wrong with me?"

"What? I didn't mean it like that. You know what I'm talking about so—"

A smile graces his face, glad to be so quick-witted. "Then just get comfortable behind there and let me bring you home."

Not that he could see your face, but you hid your flustered face behind his shoulder anyway.

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Ume carried you all the way inside your house and at this point you've learned that it was fruitless to refuse his kindness. He gently places you down on the sofa before facing you with his usual positive expression.

"Alright. You got a first aid kit somewhere?" he asked with his hands on his hips, looking around as if he'd find it in plain sight.

"It should be in the bottom cabinet in the bathroom... um, first door to your right when you go up the stairs," you sheepishly respond.

He nods. "Got it. I'll be back."

Sure that he was gone, you let out the breath you've been holding for a while. You were glad that no one else was home. Otherwise, you'd have to deal with explaining as well.

And... maybe it would be nice to be alone with Ume even for just a while.

You see him come down the stairs and jog towards the hall leading to the kitchen. The fridge opens and closes, and you wonder what he's up to. Although, soon as he comes back with the kit and ice pack in hand—you understood the quick kitchen detour.

"Got some ice from the fridge. Here," he says, handing the pack to you. "Your knee looks pretty swollen. You'll need that."

You softly thank him for his thoughtfulness and he kneels down in front of you once more. He raises his hands, "You okay with a bit of touching?" preempting you to his care.

"Yeah... though it's a bit embarrassing that you have to tend to my wounds when I can do it myself."

He already had a cotton ball with antiseptic. One hand holding your leg up with the other dabbing the medicine on your cuts, he smiled thoughtlessly to himself.

"Wouldn't let a lady tend to her wounds herself, would I?"

"Knowing you... I guess you wouldn't."

He looks up at you with a grin. "Besides, I told you I'd always be there for you. Even after we get you all patched up and ready to go to the pastry shop downtown to get a sweet treat to lift your mood—I'll still be there. Someone's gotta carry you, right?"

You didn't think it was possible for you to smile, let alone laugh, after that incident. But here you were, giggling while Ume cared for your wounds.

"We're going to the pastry shop after this?"

"You bet."

It was this day that you learned: Umemiya Hajime keeps his promises no matter what.

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╰ author's note I used to post a lot of WinBre on my main blog, like 40% of it used to be WinBre. But this is my first fic about it on this blog. Hope I still ate.