#and the no button would move away if you tried to hover over/click it

[angeltism]

wait oh my god you're so right . thank you for uur wisdom I have nyeow a better way of thinking about this

python learning time and I'm already getting withdrawals guys save meee

[mickyschumacher]

[FOREVER & ALWAYS!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and charles have been dancing around each other for a while now. it's time to bring the theatrics to an end. or in which charles decides to cross the line of 'just friends'.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex (wrap your willies), teasing, titty lover!charles, fingering, not really public sex but sorta, bathroom sex, p in v, oral sex, mutual orgasms, cumming inside, reader has a vagina

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: guess who's back?? back again! yes, it's true. i have finally actually written something! (if anything blame my uni, work, and internship.) proofread-ish as per usual! hope you like it ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It was no secret.

There was nothing clandestine about those bluey greens eyeing you from across the room nor the discreet yet purposeful brush of your fingers when you passed each other.

The hitched breath when you felt him behind you was audible over the loud chatter and clinks of glass. You could almost see his dimpled grin from the back of your head as the cameras flashed in your eyes.

Your gaze darted to the feel of his hand grazing your arm, its linger falling into a debate, itching to find your waist. But much like your cat-and-mouse relationship, his hand remained at the border, merely hovering.

"Chérie," Charles' voice whispered in the shell of your ear. Sweetheart.

You sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to keep your eyes on the camera at hand. With your fingers clenching at the satin material of your dress, you hummed quietly in response.

"Don't panic but your dress is stuck underneath the buttons of my shirt."

"What?" Brows immediately furrowing, your head innately turned only to be nudged back by Charles. You pouted. You should’ve known the cream spaghetti dress that had been in the back of your closet and screaming to be worn would pull something like this.

You pressed your lips together and held your breath once again upon the feel of Charles’ hand on your waist. “After the photos, just walk with me and we’ll fix it, hmm?”

Your head nodded before your brain could even refuse entering such a dangerous territory. The minute of waiting for the cameras to stop flashing was torturous. The bright lights were making you sweat enough as is… and now you were playing the waiting game.

A quick ‘thank you’ slipped from Charles’ mouth, accompanied by a nose of acknowledgement as he led you away from the mob of people you couldn’t care less about.

Your heart was in a hard game of tug of war, slamming heavily against what was your chest but felt like your ears. You could feel the straps of your dress nestled underneath the buttons of his shirt, making Charles cling to your back.

You tried your best to give small smiles to the people you passed, recognising very quickly the route you had taken to fix your hair a couple minutes before the event.

A relieved sigh fell from your lips upon arriving to the bathroom, managing to hear the click of the door over your heartbeat along with the amused huff arising from Charles.

You narrowed your gaze towards the Monégasque, meeting those sparkly ocean eyes through the large mirror in the centre of the bathroom. You rested your hands on the quartz bench, stilling yourself as you felt the warmth of Charles' body radiate off of him.

"In rush?" Charles queried, moving his eyes to the side of your face. His heart skipping a beat or two as he watched the corners of your mouth rise up.

"Hardly." you quipped back, feet restlessly tapping against the marble floors.

Charles smiled softly in response, moving his hands to the back of your waist. His teeth sunk into his lips at the feel of your sharp breath. Goosebumps littered across your bare skin as his fingers grazed the nape of your neck and gently moved down. Gingerly playing with the straps of your dress, he took his time with each one, ensuring he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Very slowly you could feel the straps becoming unstuck, pulling away from the tension of his buttons. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, carefully watching Charles through the mirror. "Are you done?" you managed to whisper, not having even an ounce of trust in your voice.

"Yup..." Charles pursed his lips, pretending to furrow his brows as he purposefully unwinded and winded the straps around the buttons of his shirt. "... nearly."

You could feel the final strap detach itself from Charles, letting a little air roam between the both of you as he removed his hands. Almost immediately, you turned around, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. Your ears burned at the way his eyes darted across your face as though he was trying to take in every single atom of your being to memory.

Your throat felt dry. But you managed to play the amused smile. "You are such a liar," you retorted to his previous behaviour.

Charles' dimples devilishly twinkled at you. "I hardly think that's a crime. If anything, you're the criminal here," he said, hand moving to move one of your loose tresses past your ear.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and raised a brow. "Oh? Do tell. You shouldn't leave me hanging."

It was Charles' turn to suck in a sharp breath, intentionally taking a step back to let his eyes rake over you. "Well, walking in today with this dress was one thing..." he started, taking a step closer to you before he put his hands on your waist, trailing the warm skin of your back ever so softly. "And now this..." he grazed the straps of your dress.

A gentle laugh fell from his lips, the blue and green hues moving to your face. "I didn't get to tell you earlier but you look beautiful today," Charles whispered, making your skin flush a red that only he could bring out.

Curiously you watched his eyes follow his own fingers, trailing every curvature and crevice of your face, memorising the softness of your skin, every texture he could bring himself to feel. "I can't even believe you're real," he murmured, on the cusp of falling into a trance.

Charles spotted your furrowed brows and smiled. "Sometimes I think I'm living in a dream and I just... made you up."

You blinked blankly in spaced increments, unsure how to respond as your pulse quickened. There was level of mutual understanding from what he had said. You, yourself, weren't sure if Charles was real.

Whatever you had harboured for him had changed the way you lived.

How was it possible that the very world you lived in was only brighter with his presence? Even the sounds of it's functioning sounded sweeter with him. As though the world had been waiting for the very intersection of time and Charles itself to spin again.

Before Charles could even muster a response to his admissions, he felt your hand brush against his cheek moments before your warm lips met his and closed the distance between the both of you. It was brief but Charles thought that momentarily the world has stopped spinning, leaving only the both of you to exist in this continuum.

"How was that for real?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper as you pulled away to rest your forehead on his. Your blood rushed to the surface of your skin, dotting your body with shades of pink and red while your hands shook at your sides.

Charles' chest heaved, voice thick with emotion as he watched you close your eyes with some sort of magical fear. He breathed out slowly, thumb reaching out to tilt your chin up. Comfort filled his chest upon seeing your glittering eyes. He smiled. "Not good enough."

His hands travelled to your face with a speed unbeknownst to you, bringing his lips to yours. Your sweet fragrance was intoxicating, unwillingly infiltrating his very being but accepted with open arms.

A sigh of pleasure fell from your lips as your body began to show signs of malfunctioning: mind in a state of lavender haze, knees buckling, goosebumps littering every inch of your skin.

Your hands reached out, feeling the taut waist of Charles and bringing him closer towards you. Your mouth quirked at the feel of his teeth grazing your lips, momentarily pulling away from you as though he needed to catch a breath of air.

But Charles didn't need it that much. Not when he could elicit a shudder from the tips of your feet as his tongue delved past the soft confines of your mouth. Not when he was sure that the tightening of your hand on his shirt was going to undo him.

You felt dizzy, needing to part your lips away from him. The sounds of your breaths heaving reverberated throughout the bathroom. Charles' lips were still on you, grazing the skin of your neck as he rested his hands on your waist.

Charles' voice was hoarse, as if the words were coiled in his throat and he could only just get them out. "J'attendais de faire ça… depuis toujours." I've been waiting to do that… for forever.

You smiled softly at his words, thumb gliding over his hand. "Would it be crazy to say that I've been dreaming about this moment?"

You weren't crazy was what Charles would've said if you hadn't taken his ability to speak away from him. Charles would daydream about this. It consumed his very being. Every second that raced by, every minute that flitted by, every hour that brought the night closer... it was all you. Everything and nothing was you.

Your teeth sunk down on your swollen lips, head tilting to the side. "We should probably get back to the party," you so maturely advised only to feel Charles' grip on your waist tighten.

"I really don't want to," Charles mumbled, chin nestling into your collarbone.

A small laugh slipped past your mouth. Cheesy to say, but it was music to his ears. "Charles, it's your party. You kind of have to."

"I'd rather just sit here with you." Charles removed his chin, blue eyes planted firmly on your face as he moving your hair behind your ears. His hands fell to your arms, gently tugging them towards himself while he took comfort sitting on the marble floor. "God knows how many seconds I've missed without you. I need to make them up."

You stared at him in awe, entirely baffled at his way with words. You could only smile in return, taking his hand to sit down on his lap before they found their new resting place around your waist once again. Your own hands were no different, hanging around his neck as you held his gaze with a gentleness beyond him.

Charles closed his eyes upon feeling your fingers in his hair. He could hear your sweet voice surround him. "Well..." you started with an amused tinge to your voice, "what are we going to do in here?"

Charles peeked open an eye, a small grin forming onto his face. "I can think of a few things," he suggested with a faux innocence.

You shook your head, suppressing your smile. "Your ideas wouldn't involve anything disgraceful, would it?"

"With you?" Charles questioned, eyes twinkling with a familiar tint of mischief. His head neared yours, hovering over your lips before finding the surface of your collarbone. With a lingering kiss, he spoke, hot breath flowing past your dress and down the valley of your breasts. "Never."

A shaky breath escaped your lips, feeling Charles' teeth skimming your skin, peeling off the straps of your dress from your shoulders while his hands busied themselves with the intricacies that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

Moving your hands out of those straps, gently you shimmied off as much of the dress as you could, letting it pool at your waist.

"Oh fuck," Charles whispered under his breath, taking in the sight of you. "Belle." he praised, moving his lips down the valley of your chest, absorbing the warmth of your skin. Beautiful.

Your lips parted, letting a soft sigh fall, hands running through Charles' brown locks. The feel of his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs made your heart race while the coolness of his rings against your searing skin made you shiver.

"Shit," you gasped as Charles' tongue found your pebbled nipple, head lolling back to push yourself into his touch. The grip of his hands on your thighs became tighter at your sounds. He took the time to circle your mounds, lathering them with every inch of himself, teeth purposely grazing to send ripples down your back.

Charles' pants felt impossibly tight, bulge pressed up against your thigh, only inches away from the burning heat between your legs. A small grin made its way onto your face, hips rocking forward.

You carefully watched the pure bliss sprawling across Charles' face as he moved away from your breasts. His hands moved from your thighs to your lower back, creeping towards your ass. Your eyes closed, feeling his clothed cock grind into your pussy, hands in his hair now firmly gripping those brown locks.

As the hairs of your body stood straight, an electric current seem to run through you. You felt dizzy again. But this time, it wasn't mind-numbing. No, you felt alive. Every sense was heightened. The soft lips of Charles' messily trying to kiss you, attempting to resist the collapse you were bringing him under as you ground into him. The sounds of your hot and heavy pants mixing together with only the pray it was covered by the music of the party. The unconscious feeling that someone could knock on the door that practically catch you was thrilling.

Charles could only just hear the moan of his own name fall from your swollen lips, lost in all the lewd sounds and desires whirling within him. He forced his eyes to open, breath falling into stutters upon the sight of you. A hum of acknowledge was all he could muster, for the fear he would entirely fall apart under you overwhelmed him.

He intently watched your lips, brows furrowed ever so slightly. Trying to understand what you were saying was proving to be difficult with this newfound lust-ridden tinnitus in his ears. But he was sure he understood you. Whether you said it backwards or in another language, the look on your face would tell him exactly what you begged.

"I need you."

Everything happened in a rush. Neither of you were quite sure how it happened nor when.

You both would remember a few glimpses: the desperation of Charles' hands trying to take off his pants, the feel of your hands on his chest, taking what felt like forever to undo the menacing buttons of his shirt, your heaving chest shuddering as his tongue found its way to the valley of your breasts yet again while he pulled off your dress, and the sparkling tint in your eyes when you found his gaze spelling out those three special words.

Charles' carefully watched your body quiver, your own eyes following his hands as they dipped between your legs, gently traversing your throbbing core. The whimper from your mouth as his finger took a stripe of your folds made him feral.

Your eyes followed his fingers, watching your arousal coat him entirely. Charles grinned, letting his dimples touch you in the right places. But his voice was nowhere near as light. "So wet. For me?" He queried with a harsh strain on his chords.

You moaned at his words, nodding as though you were hypnotised. "All for you," you responded, surprised at the rasp of your voice.

From that point out, you were simply a mess.

You had imagined what it would be like to feel Charles' fingers in you but God, it was better than anything you had ever come up with. The way his fingers pushed into your pussy, thrusting in and out at the most tantalising pace was chaotic. The occasional ghost of his thumb over your clit sent currents of pleasure so sharp it had you in shambles.

You couldn't help but buck your hips into his hands, greedy for more. And Charles was more than willing to help you fulfil that burning need. He pushed his fingers in further, making your lips part upon the feel of his cold rings against your scorching core.

"Oh fuck," you cried out, suddenly finding it almost difficult to breathe.

Again, Charles kept his eyes on you. Focused on the way your back arched for him while your body writhed at his touch. He was as insatiable as you were, moving his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around him. All the dreams he had of you gripping his cock were now beginning to flash through his mind.

You hands shot out to his arms, fingers sinking into his skin only slightly. "Charles," you mewled, "I'm going to– I..."

Fuck, you couldn't even finish a sentence. The end of the tunnel was so close... white was beginning to dot your vision, the tingling feeling sitting in your core that had been coiled up was now unwinding...

But it was your most unfortunate fate that greed had too infected the Monégasque. Any white light you had seen had reverted back, grounding you in reality.

"Charles, no, no, no... please," you begged, watching his fingers come out of your core, leaving you clenching around nothing.

Your pleas were terrifyingly turning Charles on by the second. He leaned forward, bringing his lips to quiet you with a soothing kiss. "I know," he murmured softly against your lips, voice strained more than ever. "But I really need you."

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, for a moment you had forgotten about Charles'. The entire time, his hard cock had been pressed against his stomach, standing in an angry and aching pain, pleading to be touched.

The rushed return of your lips upon his was enough to tell him to what he... what you both wanted.

Charles' hands moved to your waist, shifting you ever so gently over his cock. You watched the brush of his cock against your engorged folds send him into a state of convulsion for a second.

Christ, when was the last time Charles had felt this vulnerable? As though he was genuinely sure he couldn't last a second any longer.

"Putain." A high-pitched hiss spilled from his lips as he ground his bare cock against your pussy, savouring the pure craze he sent you by grazing his tip against your clit. Fuck.

"Cha, please, please don't tease," you whispered with your eyes closed, unsure whether you could handle this any longer.

Charles managed a soft smile, only finding himself in agreement with your words. He let out a shaky breath, aligning his length with your body. He looked up at you once again, finding your eyes now fully on him. "Tu vas bien?" Are you okay?

You smiled in return, nodding. "Perfect."

Charles grinned, keeping his eyes on you as he moved his hips, gently pushing his cock into your warm folds. His lips parted, watching you carefully adjust to the stretch he had brought. The sheer pleasure running through his spine could barely be put into words. "Chérie," he rasped, "can you take some more?"

You paused for a second, letting out a low blow at the mere sound of how needy Charles was. Slowly you nodded, head lolling back as he fully unsheathed himself into you, filling your every crevice with him.

His hips began to snap against your own, swollen lips pressed up and groaning against the skin of your neck. His cock rutted into you, feeling your walls grip him tightly as he imagined, allowing him to relieve the aching torment you had brought him under.

For a moment, in the lust haze, you wondered if anyone could hear you out there. You wondered if they could hear the obscene sounds coming from the both of you: the lost moans or the slaps of your sticky skin covered in a worked-up sweat as Charles pushed deeper into you.

Charles was also in a similar conundrum. He wondered if who else had seen you like this. And by this, he meant the blessed sight before him. The way your hair stuck your flushed cheeks, the absolute dazed look in your eyes, the angelic whimpers of need, the way your necklace shined against your skin, or the dance of your eyelashes as you looked at him... you were beautiful.

Charles' hands gripped your waist even tighter, his moans becoming more repetitive. Your ears perked at the sound of your name falling from his lips.

"I..." Charles began, voice drenched in an emotional frequency only you were tuned into. "I..." he breathed, holding your gaze.

For a mere flit of a second, you could the glassy sheen over those perfect eyes of his and you knew exactly what he meant.

"I know, Charles," You softly murmured, "Je t'aime aussi." I love you too.

With the deeper thrusts and a grazing brush over your clit, you could see those white dots again as your body began to shake. The vice grip you had on his cock told Charles everything he needed to know.

A silent gasp fell from your lips. Your surroundings began to blur, orgasm hitting you in waves, each one harder than the one before. In the midst of the flood, you could hear Charles' moans. "Tell me where to cum, please," he groaned, fastening his pace.

"Inside," you responded, only hearing a guttural moan fall from Charles' lips, his own hips stuttering to the music of your voice.

Again, you could feel him in every crevice of your pussy, but this time your walls had been painted with ropes of his warm cum spilling into you. And you clenched around him, taking every single last drop you could get.

Charles felt your body gently collapse against him, equally as tired and fucked out as him. He smiled gently, pressing a soft and exhausted kiss to your forehead, feeling you return a small kiss on his chest. "Je t'aime... pour toujours." I love you... forever.

You kept him close to you, hugging him tightly. "...et toujours. And always.

The pounding music of the party slipped past the cracks of the locked door. You spotted the clothes you had sprawled across the floor and winced. Pulling your body from Charles, you giving a cheeky smile. "So about that party..."

Charles blinked, also hearing the music. He groaned, head falling to your bare chest. "Please no."

© 𝐌𝐈��𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[starillusion13]

RENT IS DUE!

Pairing: housemates!(Jaehyun,Mark,Jeno,Jaemin) x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT, Housemates, Mature

W.C: (15k) (I thought I was trying to make a series)

Warnings: PERVERT (all of them are pervert and you can’t change my mind here), dom!Mark dom!Jaemin meandom!Jeno meandom!Jaehyun sub!reader. overstimulation, nipple play, sucking, lots of kissing, manhandling, oral(m and f), spit as lube, penetration w/o protection (I suggest you not to do it) [do tell me if I have missed anything)

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE! 🔞

Here comes the long awaited fic! Taglist in the end. Thanks to everyone for waiting. I would love to hear your responses once you finish reading it. Let’s start!

NOW I DON’T WANT TO BE A HOMELESS!

Never in a while, you thought that suddenly one day morning you would wake up to hear your house owner ringing the bell as if hell broke loose and it’s the end of the world. It would have been better honestly as the news she delivered to you after you welcomed her inside while rubbing your eyes and yawning was lot worser. She eyed you for a moment and looked around the house as if you were hiding someone and then smilingly told you that you have to leave the house in three days. ONLY THREE DAYS! Like is she fucking serious? How can you actually arrange for a place suddenly? This woman has always been a rude one but you just never minded her as she lives in a different state and comes for few days every month to her parents’ home and to take the rent from you. She always has this suspicion on you that you bring over boys but only she doesn’t know that you are not so lucky one in getting a boy for yourself, keeping aside boys. Aside from this, everything was fine but to give you the notice to leave the house in three days was very much unpredictable from her. You even tried to convince her to give you one month time or atleast for one week. But NO. she was not convinced by your pleadings but gave you strict warning to leave. And what’s the reason behind this. She has got a very big amount of deal on selling this house so she won’t be losing the chance. Understandable, everything is for money.

Now, what about your need for the money? You clearly know that how costly the apartments are in this locality and that’s why it was the best option for you to select this place to stay on cheap rent but due to this sudden kick out, you have to search a new place. First, you gave up on the search in this locality and search for other houses or apartments in some outskirt regions but nothing was showing upto your satisfaction. The places are too far for you to maintain daily up-down journey from house to office and back. So, today after getting the news from the owner, you took a quick leave from the office and promised to work extra time to make up for todays. And that’s how you are stuck in your room with messy hairs, not caring about to eat anything, making a list to pack the important things first and the rest in sequence and your laptop placed on your lap with your eyes boring onto the screen in search for a quick and affordable place.

NeoVilla.

The owner has not mentioned the amount of the rent but the room look so nice, it must be expensive. Still, your fingers hovering over the click button to contact the owner. The place is quite near to your office but the locality is away from the city zone but it’s not the matter here right now. To get a place affordable enough to live and that’s near to your workplace. Biting your lips, you looked at the name and the picture of the room shown at the side and then your gaze moves to the contact side- ‘via call’ or ‘via message’. You clicked on the message option and fingers lingering over your keyboard as you are nervous how to start the conversation. Just sending a quick ‘Hi’, you waited for the other end to reply. You are literally so tensed as if you are approaching your crush in high-school. Well, still you need to be professional before approaching this owner as you don’t know their personality yet so it’s good to be on the safe side.

Nothing came back as a reply and losing the hope, you got up to freshen up and prepare your food for the day. It took almost two hours or maybe more than that to prepare everything for yourself and after finishing up when you thought to pack your things, you get to your laptop to check if you should still keep a hope or just search for something else but fortunately, YES FORTUNATELY you have ten messages from the account. But wait! Your overthinking ass is again thinking about the negative possibilities when there are more than five texts from someone. As soon as you opened the texts, you are greeted with apologies that how the person never looks up this account anymore and he was no more planning to rent the room but if the matter is urgent then they might look into the matter. He even introduced himself and gave you the contact number just in case you want to know the further details. Relief washes over you and you happily sit on the edge of the bed. Saving the contact as ‘Owner-Jaehyun’, you quickly message him about your needs and urgency. You didn’t opt for calling as you are not comfortable on call with strangers. Surprisingly, the owner replied to the message quick enough and he agrees with your demands but the only thing that is not sitting properly is the money. He claims you to pay for three months payment in advance but your bank account has a problem or simply you don’t have that much amount of money altogether. To get this matter solve in person, you tell him to meet outside but he denies quickly and asks you to come over to the house so that you will get the overview of the house and know the exact location of the place and then you can talk about the money matter. That’s how you both comes in terms with meeting him the next morning before going to your office.

…………………………….

“Hi!”

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Blinking your eyes, you pout a little at the man standing in front of you as to why the person is acting as if he does not know you. You have already checked the message in your phone twice and the third time now and it’s still showing this house. You have already texted the owner about your arrival for a quick look to the new place so the owner should know you would come. Wait you haven’t shared any pic of yours so it might be the reason of this weird introduction.

“Are you Jung Jaehyun, the owner of this house?”

Now, the person before you, has a frown on his face and blinking down at you. The bare face with red eyes and messy hairs with a white tee worn casually is still enough to reflect his handsomeness. You literally envy when people look good in messy stuffs as you look like you have survived a war.

“I’m not him but I’m one of the owners of this place. Myself Jaemin.”

“Owners? I didn’t know there’re others. Nice to meet you though, here this is Y/N.”

Awkwardly shaking hands with each other, he offers you to enter the house. This dude is really weird and he is still trying to understand the situation. His eyes never left your form after the introduction and the way he is checking you out, anyone can call him out as a pervert but what about you. Meanwhile your eyes roaming all around the big mansion and you are in awe with the luxurious interior of this grand place with expensive items decorating every corner and the most displayed area.

Hands fidgeting by your side and biting your lips, you turn around to find him already looking at you and you feel conscious of your look. Trying to smile a bit, you fail miserably because of his gaze which is piercing on your skin, your choice for wearing a skirt and a plain top is making you to regret now. This dude needs to be changed with his approach with people like why he has to stare at you like this.

“How do you know Jaehyun?”

You blink on his sudden question but clearing your throat, you try to form some words but it seems as if you don’t know how to speak yet.

He smirks at you, “what happened? Caught in a lie?”

“Huh? No no. I…he is the owner with whom I had contacted few days back for a room to rent and he said that he has one vacant extra room in his house so for the advance payment and quick check through, I informed him about my arrival but it seems he forgot about it.”

“Renting the extra room? That even to a girl?”

You nod slowly.

Poking his tongue inside his cheeks, his eyes trail down your body and taking extra time on your exposed legs to which you shifted in your place and his eyes meet yours, straight away making an eye contact as if daring you to move again and see the consequences. A fear flashes through your eyes to which he gestures you to sit with a smile on his face.

Slow steps towards the sofa, you sit on the middle large one, no wait which do I need to sit on? The love seat one? Or the chair one? Ah. Forget about it.

Turning your head to his side, he is no more standing there but you see him walking away towards a passage way.

“Jaemin, can you call Jaehyun as I need to have a quick talk with him?”

Halting in his way, he looks back at you and nods his head but it doesn’t seem like as if he is agreeing with you but rather agreeing with something inside his mind.

“Who are you?”

Turning your head to the other side, you find a man with black tshirt and trousers staring down at you but not to so happy with your presence. His question is so cold just like his appearance but a guest is a guest. You are a stranger so why asking you like this as if he caught you stealing things in his house. His house? Who even is he?

“Myself y/n.”

“Oh, pretty one! I didn’t want your name but thanks for giving me the name to this pretty face. So, what’s my dear Y/N doing here? Who brought you here during this bright daylight instead of night?”

“I’m not here for…on call of anybody. I’m here for the rental room.”

“You mean you are going to stay here? In this house?”

You nod your head with furrowed brows.

He asks again, “Who let you even know about it? Are you sure that you are not at the wrong address? What’s the name of the owner who contacted you?”

“Jung Jaehyun. I have double checked it and it’s showing the same address where I am currently and Jaemin told me he is the other owner.”

Something clicks in his mind when his eyes go round and brows raise high as if he realized something very important. You haven’t yet noticed that you are standing on your legs while speaking to him and your hands gripping the skirt tightly, why are they so overreacting to have a girl over for the rental room? It should be you like panicking to see so many men in a single household without any trace of a female and you wonder if you have to live with them or they are just here for some reasons.

“Well, hello there y/n! My name is Jeno, I’m another owner of this household and it’s really nice to have you here.”

Shaking hands with him, you feel shy because of his stare along with a sly smirk resting in the corner of his lips. He is not letting your hands go even when you try to pull a little.

You ask him, “Another owner? How many of you are here?”

“Four.”

You turn around on hearing a new voice, a man emerges from the passage way where Jaemin went to earlier. He notices your confused expression and approaches you with a hand offering for a handshake. Jeno has already left your hand and gone to sit on a chair nearby.

“So, Jaemin told me about your arrival. Y/n, right? This is Jaehyun.”

If the previous men are angels from heaven, then this one is the angel who has been created by every angel with a little touch of every beauty. Why all of them are so handsome and hot? I should take control of my mind as what stupid things I’m just thinking about my house owners.

“Yes. I am. Nice to meet you.”

His dimples deepen with the smile and nodding his head, he gestures you to sit back and unconsciously your legs give in and you touch the soft material of the sofa. You are really feeling too weak in front of them. Is it because you are unwell or something about their aura and the stares?

He takes a seat on the love seat and checks something on his phone.

“Is this ‘fantasy love’ your username?”

“Oh yeah. I’m so sorry I haven’t yet changed the name and I just like to keep everything private so I don’t use my real name there. But I can assure you that I’m clean, I don’t have any criminal records and all. Also, I will not cause any trouble while staying here. I need somewhere to stay so urgently that I was glad when you offered me this place on the site.”

He chuckles on your ramblings and also you can hear two chuckling voices from the place where Jeno is sitting. You feel shy under their gazes, you notice how Jaehyun is staring at you as if judging your whole appearance and on the other end, Jeno is being accompanied by Jaemin, who is standing by the side with a spoon in his hand and asking the other one to taste something but their eyes are on you when they caught you watching them.

Your attention brought back to Jaehyun when he clears his throat and lips close rightly making a line, dimples visible again.

“But you have already lied on one thing.”

“What? I haven’t lied anything. You must be wrong somewhere.”

“In the online generated space for some specific basic informations, you have selected the gender as male. But all I can see is a beautiful Angel sitting in front of me.”

Your eyes go wide on hearing his words so you quickly open the site and go through the form of basic informations and then your eyes stop on one place.

Gender: Male(☑️). Female ( ). Not mention( ).

Oh. You and your clumsy ass would never learn how to take things slowly and properly to avoid mistakes but this one is really about your identity of being a liar or not. He must be thinking you as a liar. It really doesn’t matter whatever pronouns people use for you and you need to refer to others but making mistake and have to get blame as a liar is not setting right.

“What the hell….”

“So, why did you lie there?”

“Jaehyun, I didn’t lie there. It’s just that I was must be in hurry and selected wrong.”

You are looking down, feeling guilty on the realization that they must have thought on getting a male visitor today but instead you showed up and that’s why they felt weird earlier. You were ready to apologize and take your leave with the disappointment on your mistake when he spoke up.

“When are you ready to finally come over?”

“Huh?”

“It’s okay. Humans are meant to make mistakes and an angel should be forgiven as they are always so busy for looking pretty.”

You feel shy on the compliment with his seductive voice directly reaching your ears. You tug your hairs a bit and you can feel two other states on you this whole time but you opt to ignore it.

“Do I need to-“

“Gosh! Why nobody woke me up and now I’m running late for the meeting?”

A man with jet black hairs, dressed in a black suit, hands busy putting the watch on the wrist and eyes glaring all around the room. His steps fast while coming down the stairs. You didn’t know but you are again watching this man like you did with the others and when his eyes land on you, a frown appears on his face.

“So, you all are busy with a girl that even early in the morning and forgetting about the event at the office. Are you all for real?”

“Calm down Mark, I have told them to start the meeting after one hour as how you came home late last night. Don’t worry.”

He even glared at you before making his way out of the door. Jaemin shouts to have the breakfast but the other ignored the shout leaving behind a grumbling man.

“So, what were you saying?”

Oh yeah! I was saying something before this little commotion.

“In two days, I will be coming here to stay with my things and also, do I need to pay you in advance?”

“That’s fine. I will prepare the room for you. So, you have the money?”

You shake your head to which he nods.

“It’s okay, you can arrange for it in one week time and if you have any trouble, feel free to approach to any one of us.”

You smile to his welcoming gestures and sweet words. You feel satisfied on finally getting the place to stay.

“Uh I have one more question.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you all stay here as well?”

“Yes. Why?”

Oh. Okay.

“I need to stay here with you all?”

“Yeah. It’s just under the same roof but you have your personal room unless you want to stay in any one of ours.”

He laughs in the end and you laugh along with him. He doesn’t mean anything else right? No no it’s not.

You stand up and he follows you to the door and you can see Jeno trailing behind him.

“It was nice to meet you all.”

“Same here. Also don’t mind Mark, he is like that when something is not in accord, otherwise he is really sweet.”

You nod with a smile.

Jeno speaks up, “Also he is the fourth owner and the last owner you are yet to meet properly.”

With waving them and making your way towards the gate in the end of the garden, Jaehyun calls you again. Turning back, your eyes tell him to say.

“Remember, your rent is due.”

Rent is due.

The whole ride to your office, his words were dancing in your mind that you need to gather the money for three months in advance. You were sure to make him change the rent structure but the way your nervousness took over yourself that you couldn’t get yourself to ask about it. Fine, atleast you have a place to stay in two days and one week more to arrange the money and also, he offered that if you need help regarding the money then you can ask one of them, three out of four. No way, you are going to ask that grumpy one, God knows where he is showing his temper right now, you feel pity over those employees.

Arriving to the workplace, you are already late for fifteen minutes. Wow, great you have an important meeting but due to the traffic, you are going to get a good earful. Your one of the co-workers greets you at the entrance with a worried look on her face and you already know the reason.

“Y/n, just run to the meeting room. Managing Director is already getting pissed off with your absence and if you don’t hurry-“

You are literally skipping steps to reach to the elevator, “Sana, I know but can you please shut up. I know I’m already late, you don’t have to say it again.”

Without looking back at her, you quickly enter the elevator and press the buttons repeatedly as if it would fly you to the room. Tapping your feet impatiently, you glancing to your wrist watch with passing of each floor and you just hope to atleast arrive there without any more hurdles. So many things going in your life all together. Honestly, if it was any other meeting then it should not have been a problem but today the Managing Director will be attending the meeting and you have already messed up.

Reaching the floor, you sprint towards the meeting room and push open the door. Breathing heavily and sweats lining your forehead, you smooth over your skirt and bow with apologies flowing continuously from your mouth.

Everyone already has seated in their places and as soon as you saw your empty chair in the end of the row, you turn to move towards it. Wait, don’t think you are getting out of this situation so easily.

“So, you are Ms. Kang Y/N?”

You halt in your steps and turn around. Your eyes go big and shock expression visible on your face to come face to face with the person who just called you. That’s why the voice sounded so familiar. Can I just jump out of the window from this floor? Like what is he doing here? Why? Out of all the people, he is here.

Mark.

“Come here miss, I have already introduced myself to rest of them but I guess you think everything goes according to you so let me introduce myself to you in a special way.” He takes slow steps towards you, but your brain is having two reactions like one that he is looking scary with this deep tone and two that he is looking hella fine and maybe hot in this black suit.

“Myself, Mark Lee. The Managing Director of Fact Check Enterprise.” Oh. So, he is the one who was supposed to come and the meeting was scheduled later due to him and is matching how Jaehyun earlier referred about his going home late at night. He shakes your shaky hands and leans down to whisper, “Also, the fourth owner of the villa.”

Standing up straight, he goes back to the end of the table to his previous place but this time he asks an employee sitting at the front of the row to exchange the seat with yours and sends a smirk towards you. You are still standing there and understanding his motives but he just raises his eyebrows and signals you to sit in the new place. That’s the place extremely near to him. He is just trying to do everything possible to show his temper on you. You didn’t think back in your way that the poor employee will be you. How pathetic!

The meeting lasted for one and a half an hour. The result was the best and your experience was the worst. In the end of every speech, he laughed to make everyone comfortable around him and also listened to each of the member’s point of view on the project and he had that warm aura that even made those employees to state their perspectives who always hesitate. His leadership skills were on the point but everything was different when it was your turn. He had that smirk plastered permanently on his face, eyes roaming all over your body and him leaning back to his chair and palms joined before him and deeply staring at you was like something to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not like anyone was finding the situation weird but you know him holding the grudge from the morning. Whenever your tensed self was explaining something, he has to interrupt and ask you some silly question which didn’t even relate to the topic but smiling towards others he claimed that everyone has to prepare for such questions in bigger interviews. Huh bigger interviews! he is just asking you the questions just to mess with you and piss you off because of the commotion back at their house. You are a very confident woman when it comes to your work and duties but somehow his presence is not helping you today.

Ending the meeting officially, everybody stood up and bowed to him and others. You did the same but when it’s your turn to exit, “Miss Y/n. Please stay back, I have few words to talk with you.”

Looking back to the ones left to leave the room, they send you innocent smiles and excused themselves to leave. You are hoping to leave the room along with them but to your surprise, Mark closes the door as soon as everybody left.

“So, should I call you Y/n or fantasylove?” He asks while leaning against the door, hands folded in front and smirk still visible.

“Y/n….” you try your best to avoid his piercing gaze on you but you got tensed up when you hear his footsteps nearing you.

Hands gripping your jaw, fingers brushing over the skin so lightly and eyes devouring your simple beauty. Poking his cheek with the tongue, he smiles down at you, “A shy housemate we are getting huh?”

“I’m not shy. It’s just you are crossing your boundaries.”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Boundaries of?”

“This. You are crossing the distance between an employee and you. You should not do this as it would hamper both of our image.” You try to push him but he holds you tighter and closer by the waist.

Tilting his head, he leans to your level to whisper in your ears, “What if I want to ruin my image?” his breaths fan over your ears, tickling your skin, “And also if I want to ruin you, love?”

“What?” Your shocked eyes staring at the door in the fear of anyone getting inside anytime and finding you here in this position. Without thinking anything else, you push him and take your bag from the chair and sprint towards the door. Leaving behind a man with a smug expression and satisfied self.

You didn’t care if he is going to report your behaviour of pushing him but if anyone would have seen the scene then also it might have caused a similar problem and it was better option to run away.

All the way back home, it was you overplaying the same scene from the office in your mind and having a second doubt to shift to his house, their house. You certainly don’t have another option to cancel them but also an uneasiness setting in your mind. Maybe he was just trying to be friendly with me as we are going to stay in the same place and am just overthinking about the issue? But is it? So, you block your every here and there thoughts to just stick to your plan and that’s moving to the house in two days.

………….

The next day, it’s a mess for you as you are packing up all the things and also tensing on the matter of not having enough money in your account. You should keep a proper calculation of your spendings and get hold of your balance when it’s reaching the bottom limit. You don’t know whether you can manage to pack all the things by the night and would be able to move tomorrow but still keeping aside your other routines, you focus yourself on gathering your stuffs in one place.

*DING*

Your doorbell ringing continuously and you swear if it’s again any children playing around, you might lose your temper. It’s not like you don’t love them but in this hectic situation if it’s not something important but them, you are literally going to lose your mind.

Opening the door casually, you are prepared to scold the one who ringed it but to your surprise, Jaemin is standing at your doorstep with a flower bouquet and a bright smile plastered on his face. Atleast, you should have peeked before from the peephole so atleast you wouldn’t be standing like a beggar in front of this absolute beautiful man.

“Hey, Jaemin. You didn’t inform me that you are coming and also how come you know my place?”

 He hands over the bouquet to you and you welcome him inside. While placing the gift on top of the counter, you turn back to him to see him looking around the house in curiosity.

 “If I had informed you then where was the fun of surprising you and also you are going to be our new housemate so it’s good to know about your details and I asked Jaehyun about it.”

“He knows about it?” you ask in confusion.

He nods and comes near to you, sliding his hand around your neck, “Yeah, you have told him on the call, yesterday.”

“Did I?”

He nods again and pats your head, “Don’t overthink yourself little mate. It’s easy to forget things when you have so many other responsibilities. And that’s why I’m here to help you with it.”

He looks around the living room but he can’t see anything to pack as you have already taken all your stuffs to the bedroom and kept in one place to make it easier for the packing. He turns to you and you move from his hold to give him a glass of water.

“Sorry, I can’t offer you anything more as all my snacks have been finished and I myself haven’t ate anything since the morning and it has been afternoon already so maybe I will look for a quick delivery. I will bake something for you when we would be staying um together.”

“That sounds nice. I really like it that we are going to stay together.”

Leaning on the counter you sigh, “yeah, something like that.”

A worry flashes across Jaemin’s eyes, “Hey, you look so tired. Just tell me where your stuffs are and then I can help you with and then later I will bring you some food. You need to take care of yourself.”

“It’s okay, Jaemin I don’t want you to worry for this. I can handle it, really.”

“Y/n. I insist, please. I will feel that you are not considering me as your friend and a housemate, me and my brothers wont feel nice about this. We just want you to feel comfortable with us.”

“Brothers? You guys are related?”

“Not fully. Mark and Jeno are related but me and Jaehyun has same father as them but our dad has married twice. His first wife died early and that’s Jaehyun’s mother and then he married again and that’s Mark and Jeno’s mother.”

“And you?”

“The child of the mistress down the street.” He laughs at his own explanation and you give him a smile.

Jaemin has the sweetest personality and you look forward to his company while living with them. He is so helpful and kind of a perfect friend and maybe has the best qualities of a husband. You are taking your thoughts a bit too far. Apart from his good qualities, he is a kind of…pervert. Like, he offers you to take the shower when he will be sealing the boxes and after so much of insisting, you took a quick shower and then when you saw him standing near the door, scanning your whole body but fortunately you were dressed. On asking him what he was doing there, he quickly apologized and said that he needed to use the bathroom. But something about his stare is making you feel uneasy, you can feel all the time when you two were packing that his eyes were lingering on you. You even caught him few times stealing glances of you but you ignored it.

“Thanks for the help, Jaemin and I really enjoyed the food. It’s expensive though.”

“Anything for my little mate.” He ruffles your hair and goes to the exit.

Bidding your goodbyes to each other, you are smiling to yourself after closing the door. Maybe the news of leaving the house was not as bad as you thought and also getting housemates in addition was not in your list. You are going to start a different life from tomorrow so it’s the last day of you staying in this house.

As promised last night, Jaemin is happily waiting for you by the side of the road and also brought a van with him to carry your luggage. To your surprise, Jeno is also tagging along with him and you are happy that they are so friendly with you. Both of them didn’t let you to do anything, not even was letting you to carry your purse. You were utterly surprise with this sort of treatment because never once in a lifetime, you ever thought or got this type of behaviour from someone. You are so glad that they are going to be your housemates but what about the fourth one, Mark. Well, you can ignore one person, its not like you are associating with them very closely. You are going to be friendly and all and also most of the time you are going to be working your ass off at your workplace. Atleast for this upcoming one week. Jaemin asks you if you had your breakfast and lunch but you shyly shake your head and he scolds you for it but Jeno was quick to send him off to buy you all some food and himself volunteered to take you to their place, apparently your place too from now onwards.

The ride to the place was having fun with him and listening to different songs and humming to the songs that were of your choices as he insisted you to play your playlist. It was a cute gesture. On reaching to your destination, the day flashes when you entered the same gate without the hope of staying here but today finally you are here. Your previous owner was eyeing Jeno so suspiciously when you were handing over the keys, you doubt she has doubt him as your boyfriend instead of your new house owner.

“Welcome to NeoVilla, pretty one.”

You give a smile, “Thanks for the ride, Jeno.” And when you try to open your car door, Jeno is quick in action as he opens it for you and extends his hand in front for you to hold with a sweet smile on his face. Such a gentleman!

Holding your hand, he takes you inside the villa.

OH MY GOODNESS!

This is your literal impression after getting inside the house. They have arranged for a welcome party for you, not inviting any guests but only them and you as the main spotlight of the party.

“I hope you had a safe and fun ride with Jeno.” Jaehyun walks towards you with a rose in his hand and a sly smirk resting on his face.

“Yeah, he is really such a nice person. And what’s all these for?” You say while showing around the decorations with your hand. He holds your gesturing hand and brings to his lips, planting a soft kiss.

He is such a flirt that before leaving your hand, he winks at you. You shyly laugh it off and tugs your hairs behind your ears before looking around to take your mind off the incident. They are going to be your end if they continue acting like this to you. Their gestures and words having this strong effect on you and they also make you feel like as if you are the centre of their attention. Jeno takes a hold of your hand where still the feelings of Jaehyun’s lips lingering.

Jaehyun goes over to the table and brings a drink for you, “Drinks?” You shake your head sideways and he nods while taking a good look of your outfit, “I see that you love to wear skirts a lot. And also, all these are for you. To welcome our baby to this grand villa.” He smiles in the end of his sentence, taking a small sip from his glass.

“Hey! I’m not a baby though. Me and Jaemin is of same age, we got to know about this last night. So, that means Jeno here is of my age too.”

Jeno takes you towards the table and gestures you to sit and he takes the place beside you, sitting facing you, one hand resting on top of the chair. Jaehyun moves to the other side of the table and stands on the opposite side, leaning on his one hand on the chair and other hand holding the glass. Both of their focus on you, out of shyness, you take a glass and have some water to atleast calm down your racing heart on feeling their continuous stare.

“You might be of my age but still you are the youngest of this household so you are the baby.” Jeno gives you his eye-smile with his cheerful speech.

Jaehyun laughs on hearing his brother, “Yeah that’s true and I will call you baby, my baby.”

His baby. Doesn’t it sound like a boyfriend calling his girlfriend. Hey! Stop. He is not your boyfriend and he can’t be ever. This is the second day that you are meeting him and here you are already falling for him. Huh! Well, not your fault that you are finding their actions and words towards you weird and overwhelming. Not weird actually, the reason is you have never experienced any boy to be treating you like this ever let aside two or three of them all together. You wonder for a while how you are going to stay with these flirts if they are going to treat you like this. You are not going to lie here but honestly if they were someone else then you would have tried to stand for yourself, maybe atleast have rejected the plan on moving here. You are never a vocal person and know to fight for your rights so you don’t have much more expectation but somehow you are letting them to have their ways with you. Simply, you are sttracted to them. You are ignoring their behaviours, them calling you with nicknames and treating you as if…..you are their family member. Well, you are kind of. A housemate.

Jaemin announces his arrival with a whistle and shouting ‘where is my little mate?’ Again, those names. But deep down you are loving it. You are even questioning yourself as to why you are appreciating everything regarding them. But let it aside as food is here and nothing can be prioritised more than this. You had a great lunch with three of them and then when Jaehyun excused himself for having some important works and left the house. You are left back with two sweat hearts. Their playful jokes, flirting here and there and the famous smirks plastered on their face when you are so shy on their compliments. You compared your life back in your previous house with this present and now you see how lonely you were when living all alone but as everything happens for better and now you are here laughing with these two. Everything was going usual until this certain person entered the dining area.

“I see you are having a great time with my brothers, Love.”

Oh, how you forgot that not those three are your only housemates but this menace too. You try to act normal even if the scene from last day is bugging you and Jaemin’s eyes sticked in your figure is not helping it. His eyes dancing between you and his brother and judging how you are shifting in your place. Jeno’s hands come to place on top of yours and with an assuring smile, he nods his head and turns back to his brother who has just entered.

“You are early today, Mark.” Jeno asks.

Mark’s gaze is still on you and you are well aware of it but trying your best to ignore it and focus on the food before you even if you want to run away from the current situation yet you don’t want to waste your favorite food so its better be like this.

“Yeah, Jaehyun would be there to handle the other stuffs so I guess I won’t be needed today and its good as our dear housemate is here.”

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows, “What’s with you calling her love?” You cough on hearing him. He is not going to tell them about what he did to you in your office. Right? It’s nothing much but still. Jeno hands you a tissue and Jaemin continues, “Have you guys met yet?”

Mark widely smiles and takes the seat beside Jaemin and that’s across from you, “Yeah, of course.”

“Where?” Jeno is curious too as where his brother got the chance to meet you outside the house.

“Apparently, the meeting I had yesterday which I thought wont be much useful had me otherwise. It was a lot more interesting than I had ever expected.” Mark is following your every reaction.

“You both were in the same meeting?” Jaemin asks his brother and looks at you.

“Yes and that even she was sitting beside me. She was late though. Very irresponsible employee.” Mark chuckles before adding, “but we had fun right, Y/n?”

Hearing your name from him is reminding you how close you both were yesterday and now those thoughts with these men’s piercing gaze is a lot for you.

“Ye-yes.” Even when he is having this cheerful personality still you are getting nervous in front of him. You need to get out of here. You turn towards Jeno catching him already staring at you.

“Jeno, please show my room. I would like to freshen up and unpack few things which I need for tomorrow.”

He nods and offers you to follow him towards the stairs. The feeling of two lingering stares are tingling you but knowing whose are those, you don’t look back but quickening your steps to follow the large steps of Jeno.

You were sure of getting a nice, cozy and big bedroom but never in a while you thought it to be this big, it’s such a luxurious one. Your shocked eyes are in awe with the room and the decorations are on point with the mixtures of the pastel colours with the proper blending of the colours of sheets and the curtains. The unique and elegant furnitures placed nicely at the exact places is having the exact soft vibes that you wish to come to home after each stressful day at work. They are really asking for much less money for such a lavish place. Now, the money is still a separate topic for you.

“Wow. This is so nice. Who has decorated it?” You are still in awe and touching everything so delicately as if it might break under your touch.

“Mostly Jaehyun as he has given his whole heart while preparing this room for you and me and Jaemin has helped him out with everything. Jaemin is very picky when it’s come to perfection so that’s all about.”

“I love it so much. Thanks for your time in preparing all these. It was not necessary but still I appreciate it so much.”

Even when you are happy that they have worked hard to prepare your room together, your mind still wonder where Mark was during all that time. Is he not liking that you will be staying here? Casting a glance at the man standing beside you, you sit on the edge of the bed and call his name, catching his attention and he looks up from his phone.

“What about Mark?”

He raises his brows, “What about him?”

“Does he not like me staying here? You said you all have done this then where was he?”

He fishes his phone inside and takes slow steps towards you, “well my pretty one, he is kind of busy with his meetings and overseas events so basically he is barely at home but he has some other surprises for you.”

“Other surprises?”

“I don’t know anything more other than this.” He stands in front, so close to you that you have to look up to meet his eyes. He leans down and you lean a bit back to give him space but that was not the deal. He cages you in his arms, his breaths fanning your shoulders, he whispers, “I see you are worrying about Mark when I’m right in front of you.”

Your hands move up to push him away when he takes a gentle hold of it and stare at your eyes, blinking between your eyes and lips. When you lick them, it seems more kissable and he is just trying his best to control himself. Your shocked eyes staring back at him.

“Jeno…”

“Am I not enough to worry for?” He asks you in a low throaty voice. Damn, you feel so under control with the voice that you feel like submitting yourself to him but again. It’s just you overthinking about their motives, they are just some huge flirts playing around with you and nothing is serious. You don’t know why but you just nod. Your heart racing and breath heaving due to this close proximity, you can feel him leaning down closer and anytime, he might can kiss you.

Just a few inches more, his breaths are slipping inside through your lightly parted lips and his hand holding your wrists has loosened. Your back is almost touching the sheets. You gulp but not stopping him and letting him. LETTING HIM TO KISS YOU.

Someone knocks at the door and your hands push him from over you. He stands straight and brushes his hair. He is half annoyed for getting interrupted by someone from the other side of the door who is continuously knocking and calling out your name.

“What happened, Jaemin?” Jeno asks his brother but maintaining an eye contact with you.

“What are you doing there? Let me have-“Jaemin got cut off when Jeno abruptly opens the door to which the other man who was leaning against it got stumbled.

“What the fuck man! I was about to fall.” He glares at the man who has opened the door but the latter has the same expression in return. He then turns towards you to see that you are having a flushed expression and faking a smile.

“Woah! Did I miss something? Why are you blushing? Did he-“

Jeno presses his palm over his brother’s mouth before dragging him out. It’s a little nice to see the brotherly bonding but you just got up and quickly close the door and leans to it, releasing a deep breath.

Am I that dumb?

You are letting them being so close to you. Not as a friend but more than that. Friends don’t pull you towards them and whispers and leans down to kiss you. You are just giving in to them and this is the thing that is not screaming inside you.

……….

One week. You had been given one week time to pay off the rent and you know that you are fucked up. You blamed yourself for infinite times why you have spent so much on those dresses and jewelleries which you don’t even know when you had last worn them. You are very calculative about your expenditure but you can’t help yourself in buying costly dresses and some useless stuffs for which you have to regret a lot, the way you are right now. Last month, you had a trip with your old town friends and that’s also the reason why you are having shortage of money. The rent for this month was already paid off to the previous owner so you were not worrying about that but you didn’t have in the plan to move to another place and pay your three months rent in advance. It’s a bit high in value than the previous but cheaper than the rest available on the site.

So, today in the end of the week, you have decided to have a talk with Jaehyun about the money. You are so nervous to meet him as you had promised him last time that you would pay him but now here you are now making your way to his room. You are just about to knock when you can hear a voice.

“What’s my love doing here?”

Turning around you are met with him, only in his jeans, drying his hair with the towel and oh gosh, he is shirtless. You quickly turn towards the door. You can hear his laugh and footsteps. Your hope of him going away crashes down when you feel him back-hugging you. Isn’t it too much for knowing you only just for one week?

“Mark, move.”

“Why? I like it this way.” His cold lips touching the warm skin of your neck, you are sure he just had a shower. You hold his hands around you and worryingly looking at the door. Jaehyun can open his door anytime but you don’t want him to see you like this in this state with Mark.

“We should not do this. Jaehyun might see us and- “

“He won’t be a problem here.” He plants a soft kiss and a shiver runs down your body and his nose nudges in your loose hair, inhaling your sweet scent. “But tell me, do you not like it?”

Do you? If not, then girl push him away. He is being a tease here. You don’t want him to take advantage of you being the only girl in this household. But it’s not like he is taking advantage as you are lowkey loving the way he is holding you tight in his embrace, his breath is the only air surrounding you and your brain fuzzing with the multiple thoughts. This little moment got interrupted with the opening of the door in front of both of you. You try to push him away but he holds you tighter.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He takes in the view in front of him and clenches his jaw, brushing his hair back, he looks at Mark with raised eyebrow, “And Mark? You are here and also with her.”

“Jealous? Well, little missy was looking so tensed standing in front of your door so I thought to cheer her up and I guess we were having fun but you interrupted us.” Mark smirks in the end of his statement and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Jaehyun…”

Mark stands straight and comes beside you and Jaehyun’s glares to his brother turns into a soft expression on hearing your sweet voice. “Yes?”

Mark leans to the wall beside the door frame but his eyes are still checking you out.

“I have something important to say.” You look between them and add “but with you alone.”

“Oh, come on dude, why can’t I be included here?”

“Mark, get the fuck out.” Jaehyun pushes him away when he tried to enter the room with you. As soon as he offered you to enter, he pushes the other one out despite his complains and shut the door.

“So, Y/n. What’s there bothering you?”

“Um, like you know today it was supposed to be me paying off the rent but I’m sorry that I couldn’t arrange for it.” You are looking down with guilt and fearing that he might say you to leave the house tomorrow but you are still hoping him to atleast consider your condition.

“Do you have any major problem?”

“no. its just I might have spent my money recklessly that now, when I’m in need I don’t have.”

He chuckles on your pout and grabs your shoulder, his dimples having an appearance, “So, how much time do you need until you can arrange for it?”

“By the end of this month. When I will get my pay-check in hand, I would definitely pay you.”

“And if you can’t?” He is staring deeply in your orbs.

“I will do anything for you. Just don’t kick me out this house.”

“Anything?”

You pause for a moment and lick your lips. His eyes read your every little reaction and shifting your hands on his wrist.

“Yes.”

...............

Living with these four men is an adventure for you. Most of the daytime, you all are out of the house, having separate lives at your own workplaces but the rest of the day is crossing paths with them often. You haven’t been friends with boys ever in your life but living with four men is a thing no one would have ever expected from you, not even you. So, it’s giving you a new experience and that’s being sexually frustrated around them. You haven’t been laid before and their playful touches, them being close to you and handling you as they want and them flirting with their seductive voices is not helping the condition. Everything is becoming too much for you, they are well aware of your irritated self when they are teasing you and leaving you high and dry but who are you to complain about this. Even if you haven’t been experienced this, it’s not like you are going to miss this once in a blue moon opportunity to slip through your hands. You are skill-fully wearing skirts higher often and you know their hawk eyes following you all around the house. You are well aware of the mischievous and not so pleasant thoughts running through your mind. Sometimes whenever you catch them looking at you, you run off but secretly you smile to yourself. They sometimes even sneak inside your bedroom at night and the reason is that they are bored and they want you to spend time with them and you happily have your time with them either watching movies or going out for long drives and walking.

You never had so comfort and peace coming back from work, either one of them will always prepare the food for you and the other would prepare the bath for you and you really appreciate it so much. You all have become close in these few days so much as if you know each other for a long time, maybe that’s the perk of having roommates. Always, one of them tries to come home early before than you so you don’t have to come to home alone. Standing at the entrance, smiling widely with some gifts. Yeah, it’s their habit of gifting you something or the other. Sometimes, it’s just a chocolate or an earring or any makeup products or dresses. You have told them several times not to spend so much but Jaehyun is always ending the conversation.

“You aren’t going to tell me what to do for my baby.”

And Mark giving you his infamous smirk. Well, previously it was the conclusion you had that Mark is the biggest pervert and flirt in this household but you were so wrong when you noticed some change in behaviour with Jeno and Jaemin. Jeno has a complicated personality, if he wants to be sweet with you, he will smile softly, giving you little hugs and asks you if you need something but if he is frustrated with something, maybe due to your endless teasing them with you walking around the house being so oblivious of their stares, he would have a tough façade like asking you why you are suddenly so late coming from your work, why you are wearing this particular dress, why you are being a bad girl. Bad girl? Now that’s a thing which you often hear from Jaemin as well, this guy is always having an expression which you can’t decipher whether it’s a smirk or a teasing smile. He would always be smiling at you but the words coming out his mouth are just in contrast with it.

Jaehyun is the eldest one so he is a bit secretive with his behaviour but you know his eyes are always on you, only you. If he ever offers you a glass of water or a cup of coffee, his fingers would brush over yours while handing over the cup to you and him maintaining the eye contact all the way until you are finishing your drink. Mark again had another meeting at your office and he specially wanted your presence in the meeting and you know the reason, just to ask you stupid questions and to show people that you know each other more than others. It’s very common these past days for him to give you rides to your office.

Surprisingly, they even brought you to an official meeting to a grand cuisine. You first thought that they were joking but it’s so clear when Mark handed you a red dress to wear.

“Well, I would not have bought it if we were joking. So sorry that I wasn’t being the part to decorate the room and your welcome party but this is my little gift to you.”

That was not the only thing as he suddenly puts a diamond teardrop necklace around your neck.

“What’s this for?” You ask him while touching the expensive item on you.

“To let others know that you are ours.”

Ours. You are hearing this term a lot from them even also today before they went out for meeting. Yes, today is the day when you are supposed to pay off the rent and you would be cleared of all the debts and the tension of owing them would be gone. But the message popped up on your phone screen was not really expected. Jeno has texted you that they wont be coming back home tonight as they are stuck at the place due to the bad weather so they would be returning the next day maybe at afternoon or evening. You have a pout on reading the texts. Even others have texted the same following him. Without caring about much of your diet, you grab some snacks and binge watched some shows whole night.

It is late afternoon when you hear the unlocking of the front door and you know that they are finally back. You got down the stairs quickly to greet them back but uh oh. Why are they looking at you like that? Oh gosh! You are only in your oversized t-shirt hanging loose on your frame and now you realised that how you fell asleep during dawn after binge watching whole night. They are still in their business suites must be tired but still managing to look the best out of all and here you are despite being home, looks more messed up than them.

“What were you doing?” Mark asks you while taking off his coat and placing it on top of the sofa.

“I-I was sleeping.”

Jaehyun asks you in worry, “Did we wake you up?”

“No no. I was just awake when I heard the door. I’m sleeping for so long since morning and I must be stinking.”

“Why? Are you sick?” Jaemin is already ready to call the doctor.

“No, I was bored last night and binged watched some shows and it went like that.”

Jeno scoffs, “Again watching those stupid dramas.”

“Hey!” You try to protest against him to which he raises his brow and smirks, but suddenly you remember an important thing and speak out loudly catching their attention, well it was already on you anyways. “I got the money for the rent. I will give it you right now.”

When you turn back, Mark speaks up, “Let us all freshen up and then we can talk about that.”

There is nothing to talk about but still you nod and go to your room as you need to do your routines as well.

After almost two hours, you got a text from Jaehyun asking you to come to his room. You took the money from on top of the night stand and skipped to his room. You knock on the door and call out his name but no response. First of all, it was weird to send you text when he is just in the other room away few steps across from yours. Again, the next thing is his text was just not even two minutes ago and now he suddenly not replying you. Did he just leave? Hearing some shuffles from inside, you push open the door. You are met with darkness and search for the switches to turn it on.

“Jaehyun, are you there?”

Silence.

“Jaehyun…”

You feel someone wraps their hand from behind and resting their face in the crook of your neck. Wet sloppy kisses and nose lightly tapping your ear. You feel hands tightening around you and teeth nibling on your skin. still STILL you are not protesting it. You know his cologne and his touch well as everyday he is the one who offers you the morning coffee.

“You smell so sweet.” He whispers in your ears, biting it lightly before kissing down the jaw. “tell me to stop.”

“I brought the money.”

Someone stands in front of you and takes the envelope from your hand. “I don’t think this is the actual amount.”

“Yes that is. that is the amount of three months.”

Pushing away the hairs to the other side, he mumbles on your shoulder, “No. That’s not. You were supposed to give it yesterday but now you are late for one whole day. So, you have to pay the interest.”

“What? But you all were not there.”

“Uh ah. It is what it is.” The person before you, speaks up and well that laugh following in the end of his statement is making it obvious that he is Mark.

Jaehyun is still mumbling sweet words to you and most commonly ‘my baby’.

“You said you are going to do anything if you can’t pay the money on time so, will you?”

“But-“ Someone turns on a dim light inside the room. Mark holds your chin to make you look up, “Will you?”

“….yes.”

Yes what? What are you agreeing for? Just run out of the room. Jaemin emerges from the bathroom and his smirks following his eyes scanning your whole body just in shorts and a loose t-shirt. He comes beside Mark to get the envelope and places it on top of a table. Jaehyun has the best view of the outside from his room and your eyes watching it when it got interrupted by when Mark pulls your face closer.

“Tell us to stop.”

You didn’t. You didn’t even dare to look away from his big round hipnotising eyes. His thumbs brushing your lips so delicately as if it’s made of glass. Mark leans down but pauses when he is just a breath away from your lips. You are aching for him to kiss but this man knows how to tease and his damn smirk on seeing you frustrated.

“Just kiss me already.”

His eyes take in the every detail of your face, admiring you up so close even when he teases you every day but not like this when you are so turned on and frustrated for him and your body aching for his lips. With a last look, he closes the distance between your lips. His kiss starts with the soft movements and slow rhythm as if he is calculating his next step but soon it turned into teeth clashing with each other, hands gripping tightly on your neck leaving marks and you can feel Jaehyun has retreated himself. Kiss is heating up and you can feel him smiling in the kiss when his other hand snakes under your tee only to find out you are not wearing anything.

“No bra?”

You are really embarrassed. You didn’t think about earlier to be in this situation when he called you in his room. You thought to just give him the money and go back to your room. Thinking, they must have been tired from last day and craving for some sleep but all you can see is them craving for something else. His hand messages one of your breasts and other one adjusting the position of your face to get a better access.

You part your lips from Mark to take a deep inhale when he flicks your nipple. You feel someone playing with your waistband and you look to your back to see Jaehyun smiling down at you.

“Tell me to stop.” When he sees you with no sign of stopping him, he chuckles, “I will then take that as a yes.”

Tell him to stop for what? You generally don’t know anything about this. You haven’t been fucked by anyone before but this new sensation is really exciting you when you are under the watch of four set of eyes. You know once you are into this then you cant escape it but when you are enjoying this too much then why to stop it all of a sudden.

Jaehyun’s hand disappear into your shorts and he chuckles darkly in your ears, “I see you are wet for me.”

“For us.” Mark adds while pumping both of your breasts, earning low moans out of you.

Jeno brings his attention towards him to your side, cupping the jaw tightly and you know, it’s turning red under his hold. His dark eyes staring down at you, “I see you are so in need of us like we are for you.”

You nod in compliance without any hesitation and that’s when he crashes his lips on you. He doesn’t want to waste time on going softly and his aggressiveness is all visible in the kiss, so out of rhythm but still you are enjoying it. Not sure how long you’ve been kissing for, only until Jeno tugs on your hair and pulls you closer to him. You are so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice when Mark has put down your shorts along with his t-shirt and pants.

“Jeno, get the fuck off. It’s my turn to taste the sweet lips.” Jaemin complains from his place while leaning against a wall.

“Shut up.”

Parting from the kiss, you can feel the palm cupping your mound and pressing it tightly. You whimper and clutch Mark’s bare shoulder.

“Jaehyun….”

“You like it huh!” His deep voice whispering in your ears and fingers rubbing your clothed heat is earning moans out of you. As soon as Jeno turns his head, he is shoved off by Jaemin, who even pushed Mark aside to cup your face in his palms.

“I just want to fuck you so bad and show them that only I can make you scream and feel the best.” Jaemin made others growl with his statement. He is not getting fazed by it but getting lost with you, with the feel that you are finally in his hands and that all flushed up and turned on.

“Don’t be a jerk right now, Jaemin” Jeno growls.

Jaemin gives you small pecks, giving kitten licks to your lips before sucking them so hard that they appear thick jelly. Being satisfied, he starts kissing you. He is almost eating your half of the face, not caring how your hands holding his biceps tightly with every bite of his on your lips and every tight press on your heat by the other person’s hand. You are feeling a tickling sensation in your stomach when Jaehyun rips of his hand leaving you whimpering in Jaemin’s hold.

He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and calls out to Jaemin to give others chance. Others laugh when you whine in losing every contact from your body. Your heated up body aching for everything, for their touch, for them to ruin you. You are insane for them at this point.

Jaehyun signals you to sit on his lap and obediently you follow him, sitting on him and placing your hands around his neck. His hand comes up to brush your hairs and play with them and you smile at him.

“You are so beautiful and the prettiest baby.” Curling some strands around his fingers, “I just want to ruin you and see this pretty face begging me to stop until you are at the mercy of hell.”

“And what if I want to be ruined?”

His shocked eyes staring back at you. He never thought of you replying back to him like this but having you like this is making him go hard. He is in his boxers and if you look around the room, they all are except Jeno whose shirt is unbuttoned and showing the abs.

“I see you are liking it so much that your little mouth is talking back.”

Jaemin had it enough, “now when it’s your turn, you all are taking time as if we got one long week to fuck her continuously but when it’s mine, you are hurrying up as if we going to run late for 9 to 5 job and we would be fired on being late.”

Mark chuckles before patting him, “it’s okay my dear brother. You will be getting your chance and we won’t be interrupting again.”

Your mind was off to the place where the two brothers were slightly bickering when you feel Jaehyun biting your neck and trailing juicy kisses all over the throat and jaw. His hands slides inside the tee to play with your nipples, flicking them, rolling between his fingers. Your every shift on his lap is earning a groan from him as his clothed painful tip is getting brushed by your wet clothed heat. He brings his lips to yours and bite it down before hungrily kissing it. You are a mess of whimpers and moans and it’s like music to them. He is giving equal attention to both of your breasts and pumping so hard that you gasp in the kiss.

The others are getting hard with the view unfolding in front of them. There is shuffle on the bed behind Jaehyun and when you both break the kiss, you see Mark sitting against the headboard with legs wide spread in front.

“Now come here.”

Jaehyun pats your cheek before placing you on the bed beside him, you crawl to Mark and when you try to sit on his lap, he turns you around and places between his legs, facing to others.

“This is nice. They can have a great show ahead.”

He pulls your shirt up even when you hesitate but he simply held you down and rips the tee off from you. Your hands automatically comes in action to hide yourself but he pins them down behind your back.

“Don’t even dare to go against me.” He guides your hand over his length and wraps your fingers around it, he groans on feeling your soft warm hand around his thick hardened dick.

“Ah fuck! Keep going.” He moans in your ears.

Jeno got on the bed and Jaehyun still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at you hungrily. Jeno comes in front of you and pecks you before sliding your panty down.

“You are perfect for us.”

Mark slides a finger in,Jeno bent down to lace his mouth with your exposed breast. You whimper with both of them toying with you. Marks fingers pumping in and out of you and Jeno’s tongue licking your hard nipples, pulling them between his teeth and then sucking the whole. You are already a mess just under their mouth and fingers

Jeno’s other hand grabs your other breast giving it a squeeze and you moan out his name when Mark slaps your pussy for not getting the attention. Jeno’s saliva trailing down your chest to stomach and Marks pace increases with the addition of fingers. Your body arch with the pleasure running down your veins, you hum and moan dreamily.

“Are you near?” Mark asks you planting a kiss on your cheek. You nod to him and hand squeezes his cock. He pushes your hands off from him.

“Words, love.”

“Yes yes. I want to come. Please.”

“That’s a good one. Cum for me.”

As soon as his words fall from the lips, you scream out his name for the first orgasm of the night. They all have the satisfactory smile on their faces. You come on his fingers and Mark licks the fingers before turning you around and Jeno sit up on his knees and Jaehyun pats his back.

Jaemin in the other hand watching you with hooded eyes and hand stroking his length and imagining you doing it.

Mark pats your head and smiles at you, “ride me.” You haven’t look at him up so closely before but he has the youthfulness and attractive smile. His doe eyes and flawless skin is a perfect addition to his charming face. He is kind of cute and a soft one when it comes to sex.

You grind on his thigh on hearing his words before placing yourself on the length. You hiss and cry out with the stretch but he slowly guides you and shush you with massaging your sides. Your eyes closed tightly and the pain making your whole body still.

“It’s okay love. You can do it. Just move, the pain will go away.”

You did as he told you and slowly slowly the pain is turning into pleasure. You haven’t fully got off the high from the previous orgasm but still having the feel of the building of knot in your stomach. The burning sensation of the stretch is still there but blinding by the sensation of you reaching to your climax.

“Fuck, you are so tight and feels so good. A perfect one for me.” He taps on your thigh, “eyes on me. I want to see you coming.”

Few more thrusts hitting the exact spot, your body shakes for the release and you come undone following him. You lay on top of his chest when he flips your position and kissed you.

Mark pulls out from you and Jeno shoved him aside.

“Such a pretty one, laying down all fucked up and ready for me. I want to see you crying and whimper under me.”

Your mind not registering what he is saying but your body got so sensitive when he hovers on top of you, watching you like an animal watching his prey. Your hands go up to touch his face, he quickly gets a hold of it and guides them to his abs. Your fingers tracing every bumps until it goes down to touch his hard painful dick, he holds your wrists and pins them above your head.

Inhaling your scent in the neck, he parts your legs wide enough to place himself. His other hand tracing your curves and rubbing your thighs and toying your leaking entrance with his tip. Your whimpers and whines earning smirk and chuckles from him. Your hips raising up to get in touch with his dick is amusing him. Your sobs are a great view to them. Mark is again hard seeing you like this.

“Be ready for me princess. I won’t be gentle like Mark.”

With that he enters your entrance without any warning, your loud moans filling up the entire room and them watching you falling apart under their merciless brother.

“You feel so good. Fuck! I’m getting addicted to it. I can’t even get enough of you.” He growls with his inhumane pace. He didn’t even let you to adjust before he starts moving. You can feel him much bigger than Mark and it’s already too much for you. Getting laid for the first time and having used by four of them is excess.

His tip hits your g-spot and you scream on the sensation. He smirks at your reaction and starts to whisper filthy stuffs in your ears, making you clench around him.

“Jeno please slow down.” Tears rolling down your eyes but he doesn’t have any care but still pushing himself inside of you. You can feel his tip poking your stomach.

“Please, slow down.”

Ignoring you, he is slamming into your pussy with you begging under him and clutching his hands under his entangled hold. Veins popping on his forehead is making him more hot.

“I know you want to cum. So cum for me.”

You let it loose with a scream of his name and soon he cum inside of you. The cumming of him inside of you is a different sensation and it’s turning you on more and heating up your body, fuzzing your mind. The overstimulation is making you whine and soon you both ride out your high.

He slowly pulls it out. Your hands clutching the bedsheet and pulling it, toes curling with the sensation of being overwhelmed. Your whole body is sensitive. Each touch is like an igniting tip. Jaehyun taps your cheek, “are you still here?”

You hum in response and he smiles in satisfaction.

“On hands and knees baby. I would like to see how your ass fits me in.”

“W-What?” You stammer.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jaehyun assures you. “It’ll feel good, you just have to trust us. You can be a good girl for us tonight, right?”

“I-I don’t think I’m r-ready for this-“

“You are,” Jaehyun soothes. “Don’t worry.”

“No no please. I can’t take anymore and this…I can’t do it please.”

Your protests were deaf to their ears when Jaemin shifts you to the desired position with your ass pointing exactly in front of Jaehyun’s dick. He is using his arousal as the lube around his cock and slams inside of you. You cry out but not for long as Jaemin slammed his cock inside your mouth.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jaehyun hisses and hold your hip still. “Your ass is taking me so well and as if it’s made for me.”

You whine around Jaemin’s cock and when he doesn’t got any reply, Jaehyun spanks your ass leaving a red mark of his handprint.

The stretch is so painful and tears continuously falling down your face at the feeling. Jaehyun is spanking you to see the vibrating muscles of your ass and the red marks urging him to thrust deeper. His has started with rhythmic thrust with Jaemin but soon became uneven.

“So good, you’re doing so good.” Jaemin praises. “Your mouth feels so warm and I want you to suck me everyday. You will do it, right?”

You didn’t reply but nod with his cock deep down your throat, choking you. Jaehyun spits on his dick and slams harder. You can feel him hitting your sweet spot.

“Can’t reply huh?”

Jaehyun chuckles, “don’t be mean Jaemin. She is stuffed with your cock inside her mouth. What do you expect?”

Jaemin grabs your hairs in a fist and pushes your face closer to him. Aggressively thrusting inside your mouth, he pulls out leaving you gasping for air.

“Open your mouth wide and close your eyes.”

You don’t have any room to protest so you did as he told you. Then you can feel hot liquid pouring inside your mouth and hitting your face, slipping to your jaw throat and chest, mixing with your sweats.

“No more…please…I can’t.”

Jaemin pats your cheek and plants a kiss on top of your head.

Jaehyun is still reaching his climax and you are about to cum.

“I’m near.”

“Hold it.”

“No no I can’t. I want to cum.”

“Either you are holding it in or you are not cumming tonight.”

Your exhausted body couldn’t protest anymore. Your cries are interrupted when Mark enters his finger inside your moth shushing you.

“It’s okay. It’s the last one and you can do it.”

Jaemin and Jeno playing with your nipples from both the sides leaving you a moaning mess. Jaehyun’s thumb rubbing your clit, igniting your climax. You are speaking gibberish and they don’t mind it. Every last muscle of your body is holding you back . You are sucking on Mark’s fingers for dear life.

“Cum for me baby.”

He couldn’t even complete his sentence that your whole body shakes under their hold. Them squeezed your nipples and Jaehyun spanked you again, Mark pushed his fingers deeper making you choke on them. You are still moaning out Jaehyun’s name around Mark’s fingers.

Jaehyun soon cum inside you and slowly rides out his high. As soon as they felt your body giving up. They stop their action and puts you in the middle of the bed, laying on your back. Your droopy eyes trying to open but Mark places his palm over them.

“Shh…close it. Jaemin is preparing a bath for us and maybe we can have round 2.”

You almost whisper it out, “no please I can’t.”

“Hey, I’m kidding. He is just preparing the bath for us to get freshen up. Me and Jeno will clean up so don’t worry and take rest.”

You turn towards Jeno, “you all came inside me. Did you have the protection?”

“Of course not. Why do we need that? When we can take care of you and our baby?”

You got shocked, “baby? I don’t want to get pregnant. We just had this with the flow. We are not married. We can’t have a baby.”

Mark brushing the hair away and pulling a cover on top of you, smiling down at you “if after this you are still not pregnant then we have to try again.”

“What?”

“You are ours and the baby is ours too. So you don’t have a say here.” Jeno proudly says.

Jaehyun comes behind Mark, “if the marriage is the only thing holding us back then we will arrange for it soon.”

“No. This is not right.” You add, “And what about my rent?”

“Your rent was paid on the day when you first stepped your foot here for the first time.” Jeno states.

“What are you saying?”

“Don’t overthink now. We can discuss this later. Have some rest. Atleast, for now you are our responsibility.” Mark cooes you to sleep. Your exhausted body couldn’t manage to protest much and fell into sleep.

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Jaemin emerges from the bathroom watching how his brothers staring at your sleeping figure.

“Is she sleeping?”

“Yeah, having so many thoughts inside her little brain but anyways they are not needed to be answered.” Jeno says and smiles at his brother.

“So my plan to bribe her house owner was good. We got her for ourselves after waiting for four years and scaring every boy whoever tried to approach her.”

Mark chuckles, “I was getting annoyed with watching her from afar every day. Everyday the scene from the party flashed in front of me of the day where we saw her for the first time. And I knew I need to get her.”

Jeno nods on agreeing with his brother. He could feel How it was painful and frustrating to see you everyday but couldn’t get near you unless they came up with this nice plan and that you are in their cage. You are not going to escape it soon.

“So, my plan worked for the best. Honestly, you all were great in acting on the first day.”

Jaemin smirks, “of course, Jaehyun.”

You are in a new place, not homeless but inside a cage. Do you want to escape or stay with them?

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Best Pilot in the Galaxy | Tech from The Bad Batch

Summary: During a mission, Tech has a hard time allowing his ship to be driven by someone else.

Warning: slight angst and argument

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader Pilot

Type: Oneshot

The Marauder was sitting on a world in the Outer Rim called Cassander. It was a lush, green planet with a few major bodies of water. However, most notably, the planet was growing in population and had recently become Ord Mantell's most competitive trading rival.

The ship was nearly empty, except for a singular pilot sitting in the cockpit. She was not the rightful owner of the ship, but had been assigned this mission with the group of rouge clones that did own the ship. The squad was located somewhere in the capital city nearby, attempting to steal the package in which they had come for. The pilot waited patiently for the pickup call.

Now, the pilot had been waiting for nearly two hours for the call to come through the comms. She did everything she could think of to pass the time, which included rummaging through the squad's belongings. Though she didn't find anything of value.

The gonk droid made a noise as he waddled into the cockpit. The pilot went through the ship's log, seeing all the planets the squad had recently visited. Their last stop happened to be Ord Mantell where they were assigned this mission in particular.

"Y/n! Come in," Hunter's voice sounded desperate over the comms. She quickly jolted forward in her seat, pressing the button to relay a message back.

"Read you loud and clear," Y/n responded. She began clicking buttons on the control panel, preparing the ship for liftoff.

"We need a pick up. We've been compromised," Hunter explained. He was panting on the other end of the line, which probably meant they were running.

"What part of stealth mission is so hard to understand?"

"Just hurry. We don't have a lot of time. They're sending air support," Hunter warned her.

"Oh great," Y/n scoffed sarcastically.

"I'm sending you our coordinates," Tech interjected over the communications.

As the Marauder departed off the ground, the landing gear retracted back into the ship. The wings moved downwards as the ship was angled towards the sky. The engine roared to life; the ship began flying towards the rendezvous location.

The workers from the trading post were shooting their blasters at the criminals running away from them. They tried to keep up with them, firing relentlessly as they got away with some of their own goods.

It was Wrecker, Hunter, and Tech who were carrying the heavy cargo in the form of a shipping container. Normally, it would take four guys to carry the cargo, but since Wrecker was so strong, he was able to carry the left side without help. Behind them, Echo and Omega fired shots back at the workers. They covered them as the rest ran as fast as they could.

"Whatever is in here, it better be worth it." Wrecker grunted, dodging the blaster fire.

"As long as we get paid," Hunter responded.

The small squad continued running through the vast forest, maneuvering around trees in hopes of using its coverage to their advantage. They came into a clearing with the workers getting closer each second. All of the sudden, a cliff came into their view which caused them to halt in their place.

"Where's our ride?" Echo asked desperately. He peered around his shoulder with his gun still raised.

"There!" Omega pointed into the sky.

The Marauder rounded the corner of the mountain, coming into their line of view. It flew over to the edge of the cliff to meet them. The ramp lowered to hover right by the cliff, allowing the squad to climb aboard the vessel.

The blaster fire was beginning to hit the sides of the ship. The squad fired back, striking a few of the workers down. Once everyone was aboard, Hunter slammed the button on the side of the wall so the ramp was lifted.

"That's everyone," Hunter shouted. "Get us out of here!"

"Roger that," Y/n said.

Pulling a lever, the thrusters sent a powerful volt back which propelled the ship forward rapidly. By steering the ship, Y/n directed the ship back into the mountain range. She could hear the air support coming up behind them. She took a sharp turn to deter them.

The sharp turn caused each member of the squad to loose their footing and grab something nearby to steady themselves. Carefully, Tech quickly made his way into the cockpit. He leaned over the back of the pilot's seat, resting his hand on the panel for support. He hadn't taken the time to remove his helmet.

"That is sufficient," Tech announced to the pilot. "I'll take it from here."

"A little busy here," Y/n stated instead. She turned the wheel to the left, taking another sharp turn which made everything in the ship turn that way. And Tech ended up leaning a little into her.

"Wrecker," Tech ordered. He moved to sit in the co-pilot seat which was where Echo usually sat. "Get to the tail gun."

There were at least six smaller ships following them at this point, firing as many rounds as possible. The Marauder swayed to the left and right, expertly dodging each blast aimed at them. In the tail gun, Wrecker got into position before firing back at the ships. He managed to hit one of them, but it wasn't enough to bring the ship down.

Back in the cockpit, Tech began pressing a few buttons on the control panel. The pilot glared at him through the corner of her eye, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. She maintained her grip on the sides of the wheel.

"Transitioning controls back to co-pilot," Tech announced. He went to press the final red button, but she swatted his hand away. "What are you doing?" Tech demanded an explanation.

"I know how to fly," Y/n said through gritted teeth. Her eyes were still facing forward as she focused on the task at hand.

"I never said you didn't," Tech informed her. "I am simply stating that I am ready to transition controls back to me as I am more capable of flying this vessel than you. It is my ship after all," Tech said as a matter of factly.

Hunter rolled his eyes in the background. He knew it was pointless to argue over the comment.

"You weren't hired to be the pilot for this mission," Y/n argued back. "I can get us out of this."

With that comment, one of the blaster fires struck the right wing which caused it to catch on fire. The two of them peered out the window, spotting the trail of black smoke falling behind the hit.

"You were saying?" Tech replied. He gestured to the damage done to his ship. She rolled her eyes at him.

A few more ships began trailing behind them. They began firing more shots towards them. There was no way one ship could take the whole fleet down.

"Uh guys," Wrecker announced from the tail gun. "We've got more incoming."

Ignoring the comment, Tech quickly transitioned controls back to his wheel before the other pilot could protest. He gripped the wheel harshly, moving the wheel to take a sharp left hand turn. The ship was forced to swerve around the side of the mountain; a few of the enemy ships crashed into the sides as a result. She switched controls back to her wheel, taking a right hand turn. The ship weaved around another mountainside.

Behind the googles of his helmet, Tech squinted his eyes in slight irritation. He changed controls once again. He quickly grabbed onto the lever, pulling it backwards so the thrusters gave another jolt of energy. Now they were flying a little faster.

Nevertheless, another blaster hit managed to strike the back of the ship. The Marauder jolted forward from the force of the blast. The two pilots lurched forward in their seats. The others continued to hold onto things for support.

"You aren't doing much better," Y/n replied snakily. She reached forward to press the button once more. She turned the wheel as far as she could, which caused the ship to completely turn around. She pulled the lever for the extra push.

"What are you doing?" Tech exclaimed. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Down in the tail gun, Wrecker began firing at the ships flying directly in front of them. With his expertise, he struck down three ships. Those ships exploded into a million pieces, fierce flames erupting around them. The Marauder flew through the fire without taking damage.

The enemy ships needed to turn around before continuing their chase. They quickly swerved their ships. Once the ships were facing the right way, the thrusters kicked in for that extra power. And the enemy continued their pursuit.

"I will only say this one more time," Tech's modulated voice spoke through his helmet. He turned to face her in his seat. His eyes looked angry behind his googles. "Relinquish controls now."

"Over my dead body," Y/n challenged him. She didn't take her eyes off him.

In the background, Hunter and Echo seemed to raise their eyebrows at the two pilots. They looked between them, half expecting one of them to cave in and go back to flying the ship. But neither of them faltered.

"Uh guys," Omega interrupted them.

Both of them directed their line of attention back towards flying the ship. With a quick maneuver, they managed to dodge the mountain they were heading straight for at the last second. A few more ships crashed into it.

"You're both going to get us all killed if you don't figure something out," Hunter shouted behind them.

Reaching forward, Y/n went to press a few more buttons, but Tech swatted her hand away this time. He went ahead and pressed his own buttons. He was punching in the coordinates for their destination.

"You are not the best pilot in the galaxy," Y/n claimed. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye. He kept putting in the coordinates.

"Hardly a measurable cause," Tech said with a roll of his eyes in annoyance.

"You haven't made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs," Y/n added. It was like she was insisting that it could be measurable.

"I have a theory that it can be done in twelve," Tech stated as a matter of factly.

"I highly doubt that," Y/n chuckled at the comment.

Suddenly, Y/n pressed the wheel forward with all of her might. The ship began to descend down at a rapid pace, shifting into a nose dive position. The ground was growing closer and closer with each second. The enemy ships following right behind them, firing non-stop.

Both Hunter and Echo were holding onto panels behind them. The force of falling forwards was pushing them back. They were unable to move.

"You have to pull up--" Tech ordered in a slight panic.

"Oh for the last time," Y/n shouted over him. "I know what I'm doing!"

At the last possible second, the wonderfully skilled pilot pulled the wheel into her chest so that the ship was pulled up. It was so close to touching the ground, but it missed it by a hair. The last two ships crashed into the ground, exploding suddenly and sending debris flying.

Now that the threat of the chase was finally over, Y/n could relax in her seat a little. The rest of the squad was completely silent, realizing that she had managed to get them out of the situation with little damage in the end. Beside her, Tech kept his eye on her since he was still angry with her.

The Marauder started to climb in altitude, shifting towards the edge of the planet's atmosphere. It finally passed through the atmosphere, flying through space. The stars throughout the galaxy sparkled as the planet grew small and smaller. It was now all behind them.

"Are the coordinates to Ord Mantell in?" Y/n wondered. Her voice was so much calmer now. Her shoulders slumped at her sides. But she refused to make eye contact.

"Yes. They are in," Tech informed her softly. His eyes softened behind his helmet. He studied her carefully, trying to figure out what she was thinking in that brain of hers. He quickly shook it off, directing his attention back towards the void of space in front of them.

Without thinking, Tech and Y/n went to reach for the lever to send them into hyperspace. Their hands grazed each other's with neither of them being any closer to the lever than the other. They both awkwardly pulled their hands away upon contact.

"I'm sorry," Y/n muttered under her breath.

He wasn't sure if she was apologizing for the situation they just came out of or the situation that just occurred with the lever. Nevertheless, she reached for the lever once again, pulling it back to send the ship into hyperspace.

Back at Ord Mantell, the Bad Batch went back to Cid's Parlor. They stood on the other side of her desk, having just delivered the cargo that she paid them to retrieve. She peered into the package, checking to make sure everything was there.

Behind the group, Y/n stood there in total silence. Her eyes were trained on the floor as she shifted in her place awkwardly. She waited for their boss to address them.

Beside her, Tech stood about an arm's length away. He glanced at her through the corner of his eye, taking note of her odd demeanor. He raised his finger and opened his mouth to say something to her, but he was rudely cut off.

"Looks like everything is here," Cid announced. She closed the cargo container. She began rummaging through her drawers, collecting the correct amount of credits to pay both parties.

Now Y/n went to take a few steps forward and made her way through the members of the squad. She stood in front of the desk. Her boss went ahead and placed a handful of credits in her hand.

"That is your cut," Cid told her. She handed the rest of the credits to Hunter. "And here is your cut. I'll call you when I have another job," Cid claimed.

There was a brief moment of silence in the room. Cid went to cross her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at the company of six standing in front of her.

"You guys work well together," Cid said honestly. "You should work together more often."

In response, Y/n breathed a scoff under her breath. The boys turned their heads to look at her, slightly surprised at her reaction. She shook her head in denial.

"Yeah. Like that's ever going to happen," Y/n rolled her eyes at the notion.

Without hesitation, she spun around on the heels of her feet in order to head towards the door. She purposely bumped into Tech's shoulder a little too harshly. She left the room with the door closing behind her.

"What's wrong with her?" Cid scoffed. She looked at the rest of the squad for some form of explanation, but none of them said anything. "Fine! Be all quiet and mysterious. See if I care," Cid said.

By the time the Bad Batch left Cid's office, Y/n was nowhere to be found in the bar. They went to sit down at the bar so they could order drinks to celebrate another successful mission. They sat in complete silence, thinking about what transpired during the mission.

"Where do you think she's gone?" Echo wondered.

Though they never pulled missions together, the Bad Batch knew that the pilot worked for Cid and was stationed at Ord Mantell. They had seen her quite often over the past few months. They had grown familiar of her. And now they worried about her.

"The odds are that she returned to her flat," Tech explained. He pushed the bridge of his googles up to be more secure on his face. He kept his focus on his data pad.

"Probably," Hunter shrugged his shoulders. "But it's late. Which means it's dark out."

"Astute observation," Tech claimed sarcastically. He gave a single nod, but didn't take his eyes off his data pad.

"And she's walking back to her flat...at the edge of town...late at night," Hunter further explained.

"She will be fine," Tech stated. He knew where he was going with this. "She is always saying how she can take care of herself and doesn't need our help. Why would that change now?"

The other members remained silent. They turned their heads to take quick glances at one another. With a silent agreement, Hunter rose to his feet and went to stand by Tech. He roughly grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him out of his seat, much to his dismay.

"Go find her. Make sure she gets home safe. And apologize to her," Hunter ordered.

"I do not see why I have to be the one to apologize when I did noth--" Tech began. He was quickly cut off.

"Tech," Hunter said in a warning tone of voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, showing that he meant business.

"Fine," Tech said in defeat. "I will apologize."

With some hesitation, Tech grabbed his helmet and fitted it over his head. He began making his way towards the door of the parlor, leaving the rest of his crew behind. He walked through the deserted streets of Ord Mantell, passing a few shady people in the process.

Now Tech knew that she lived near the edge of town because she had once mentioned it during a conversation. Besides that, Tech really didn't know where to look and simply hoped he'd bump into her before she got home so he'd know she was safe. He passed by a few alleys, peeking through each one briefly.

The Marauder was parked in a hanger bay only a few blocks away from the parlor. Just as Tech passed by the hanger, he heard a familiar voice coming from his very own ship. He backtracked by taking two steps backwards. He peered into the hangar bay to glance at his ship.

Stepping into the bay, Tech tilted his head to the side in slight curiosity. The right wing of the ship began to move downwards until it lay completely horizontal. A few seconds later, Y/n began descending down the ramp with a toolbox in hand. She walked over to the wing of the ship.

Upon seeing her, Tech sharply inhaled. He felt the back of his throat close up and his shoulders tensed at his sides. He hesitantly took a few steps forward, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

Reaching upwards, Y/n placed the single toolbox onto the flat surface of the ship's wing. She proceeded to grab onto the wing before hoisting herself up onto it. She climbed to the center of the wing to assess the damage inflicted in the crossfire.

At this point, Y/n had no idea that he was also in the hanger bay with her. She opened the toolbox, rummaging through to find the right tool. The damage done to the right wing was a massive gaping hole with burnt edges from the fire. It would eventually need a panel welded to cover it up again. But for now, she focused on the internal repairs.

Thankfully, from the assessment, nothing major had been hit. A few bolts had gotten loose and a few parts needed to be replaced. She focused on that for now.

After grabbing a socket spanner, Y/n leaned down to place her arm into the gaping hole of the wing. It went so far down that her chest was practically pressed against the surface of the wing. She used the spanner to tighten some bolts.

"What...are you doing?" Tech decided to finally announce his presence. He stepped forward until he stood in the light coming from the opening of the hanger bay.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Y/n only rolled her eyes to herself. She continued her work as she preferred to focus on repairs rather than on him. She grunted softly, making sure that first bolt was nice and tight.

"What do you want Tech?" Y/n wondered. She pulled her arm out of the hole to assess her work. She didn't even bother to glance towards him, knowing he would have sent her a look of disapproval for working on his ship.

Slowly, Tech began to lower his gaze to the floor. He contemplated his next words carefully, fighting the urge to lash out at her for meddling with his ship. He liked things to be a certain way and would have much preferred if he did the actual repairs. Now Tech didn't want to fight with her so he changed his approach.

"I analyzed that you left the parlor on your own and thought it would be better if I accompany you back home," Tech explained. She huffed at his answer.

"I've told you before," Y/n began. "I can--"

"Take care of yourself," Tech finished. He adjusted the lenses of his goggles though he still wore his helmet. He noticed how she fell silent. "Yes, I've gathered that much."

"Why are you really out here?" Y/n wondered. She went to lean down again in order to tighten more bolts.

"I...could ask you the same," Tech replied slowly. He honestly felt like this was the first civil conversation they had ever had.

"I wanted to make some repairs on your precious ship since it was apparently my fault," Y/n claimed. Her tone sounding a little harsher now. She tightened two more bolts in the process.

"That is not what I meant," Tech interjected. He took a step forward. He gazed up at her figure perched on the wing, attempting to reason with her. "I was...caught up in the moment. Shouldn't have said those things," Tech confessed quietly.

"Well, don't worry. As soon as I finish up these repairs, I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again," Y/n responded.

For some reason, Tech couldn't combat a response to her comment. He simply nodded his head understandingly. He lowered his gaze to stare down at the ground and allowed her to finish her repairs in silence. He thought for some time how he could fix this relationship since it wasn't his strong suit. Fixing things was more his style.

"Blast," Y/n's voice pulled him out of his train of thought. He glanced up at her.

The sleeve of her blue flight suit had gotten in the way of her repairs. She had rolled her sleeves up to keep the material out of her way, but the sleeves continued to fall back down to her wrists every time she placed her arm in the hole. She pulled back and rose to her feet.

Without hesitation, Y/n's hands flew to the top button of her flight suit. She began to undue the buttons in which she revealed the black tank top underneath. All the while, Tech studied her carefully as her nimble fingers worked steadily. His pupils dilated behind those goggles of his.

Upon reaching her waistline, Y/n had stopped unbuttoning and shrugged the suit off her shoulders. She tied the sleeves around her waist. She dropped to her knees to continue working without the distraction of her clothes getting in the way.

Slowly, Tech raised his hand to the side of his head and clicked the bottom to save the recording to the drive. He records everything and he was certainly glad he recorded that. He wanted to revisit the recording later for his own 'research' purposes.

"There," Y/n sighed. She sat back on her knees, wiping her dirty hands on the pants of her flight suit. "Repairs are finished."

Naturally, Y/n began to pack away the tools she used and placed them back into the box. She closed the lid of the toolbox, tossing it over the edge of the wing for it to land on the ground with a thump. She then proceeded to jump down off the wing of the ship, landing a little hard so her knees buckled slightly.

Just like she promised, Y/n had every intention of leaving the hanger bay so that they'd never have to see her again. She went to walk away, but just as she passed beside him, Tech reached out and grabbed her forearm. She halted in her steps.

Neither of them could look at each other. She felt his gloved fingers digging into her bare skin, but not hard enough that it would leave marks. She slowly turned to look at him, but he kept his head down.

"I...really came here to apologize," Tech confessed. When Tech lifted his gaze to meet her face, he saw how her eyebrows went up in slight surprise. It definitely caught her off guard.

"I see," Y/n thought about his words carefully. She shifted her balance from one foot to the other. "So all those things you said back on Cassander where just...what?"

He closed his eyes, seriously regretting everything he said. "Like I said earlier, in the moment, I was incredibly frustrated with you."

"Because I wouldn't give up the controls?" Y/n said flatly.

"No, because I recognize that my levels of dopamine are elevated when I'm around you and I distance myself from you in order to prevent that from happening,” Tech confessed before he could even stop himself.

But now, hearing what he just said, Tech quickly averted his gaze away from her. He was thankful to be wearing his helmet so she wouldn't see how bright his cheeks had gotten. He released his grip on her arm, letting it fall back down to his side.

For once, Y/n actually understood what he said. Her eyebrows rose in surprise at this sudden confession. She definitely did not expect him to blurt out his emotions that night, especially after their fight on the ship. She knew better than to tease him at a time like this.

"I-I don't understand why," Tech said rather sadly. That was the first time that he'd spoken those words out loud.

What broke her heart was the tone of defeat laced with his words. It told her that he'd been wrestling with these foreign emotions and thoughts for some time. He didn't know how to react around her and so he acted with defense. He pushed those feeling away, fighting against it.

Hesitantly, Y/n lifted her hands to the sides of his helmet. She went to remove his helmet slowly, revealing his face to her for the first time today. She tossed the helmet to the side without a care in the world, but he still refused to meet her gaze.

"You are probably repulsed by me," Tech began. "From the way I treated you and the words I said to--"

But Tech wasn't able to finish that sentence. Because Y/n had taken his face in her hands and leaned upwards to press her lips against his own. He froze in his place.

His eyes were wide open in surprise. His hands were elevated on either side of him because he didn't know what to do with them. He could feel the softness of her lips still against his own. Before Tech had the chance to process what was happening, Y/n pulled away from him.

The two of them were standing so close together; the chests being pressed against one another's. Their breath mingled as their noses bumped together once or twice. He glanced down at her lips because he wanted nothing more than to taste them once more.

His hands found their way down to her hips with one hand sneaking around her lower back. He pressed that hand into her back which brought her body even closer to his. She released a small gasp.

"Apology accepted," Y/n whispered to him. She played with the edge of the plastoid armor on his chest. "And I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you."

"Why cyare?" Tech wondered. He raised his hand to the side of her face, tucking a single strand of hair behind her ear. He held his hand against her cheek.

"I should have given up the controls. You are the better pilot and it is your ship," Y/n explained with a shake of the head.

"I am not the better pilot," Tech stated firmly.

There was a moment of silence between them. "I can't make split second decisions and calculations like you do when you're flying."

"Well, I've never done the Kessel Run." Tech argued back playfully. He smiled down at her. "At least, not in twelve parsecs."

"Fourteen," Y/n corrected him. "I did it in fourteen."

"Fine. Fourteen," Tech caved in.

Slowly, Tech tilted his head to the side and began to lean down with every intention of kissing her again. But the two of them were interrupted when someone cleared their throat over by the entrance of the hanger bay. The two of them quickly pulled apart and turned to face whoever had interrupted them.

The other members of the Bad Batch stood looking at them near the entrance of the hanger. It was initially Hunter who had cleared his throat to garner their attention; he stood with his arms folded across his chest just as a disapproving father would. Beside him, Wrecker and Omega were practically squealing with each other. They couldn't contain their excitement. And Echo averted his gaze in an awkward manner.

"Care to explain yourselves?" Hunter hinted. He glanced between the two of them with a playful smirk on his face.

"I think they finally confessed that they like each other," Wrecker interrupted. His words coming out louder than anticipated. He nudged Echo who stood beside him.

"You think?" Echo glanced at him.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Omega smiled at them.

Meanwhile, Tech quickly collected his helmet off the ground and placed it over his head once again. He hoped it would cover the blush creeping up his neck to his face. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of the taunting from his brothers anytime soon.

"Well boys. It looks like we got another member on our crew," Hunter said slowly. "Welcome to the Bad Batch."

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I'm Comin' Over

Summary: Ashley is sitting at home one night, staring at her phone. She knows she shouldn't call him. She knows it's a bad idea. But she can't resist and gives in. She sends Tyler a late-night text, and his response is immediate. Tyler arrives at her place and the two try to work out the issues in the relationship. SMUT.

The clock on the wall ticks monotonously, each second stretching into the next like the minutes of her lonely night. She sits on the couch in her living room wearing one of his old sweatshirts, its edges frayed and soft, paired with a pair of short shorts that seemed to emphasize how small and vulnerable she felt.

The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across the living room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Her gaze keeps drifting to the phone lying beside her, its screen dark and silent.

She scrolls through the endless list of streaming options. She flips through the titles with a listless finger, each show or movie offering no escape from the swirling thoughts in her mind. Her fingers click the buttons on the remote control, but her thoughts are consumed by him–Tyler. The weight of their unresolved issues presses heavily on her heart.

Her eyes dart back to her phone, which rests just a few inches away. She knows she shouldn't reach out. Their relationship has been teetering on the edge for too long, and she fears that any momentary comfort won't change the fundamental cracks. But the longing for him is palpable, and her resolve weakens.

She finds herself reaching for the phone. The screen illuminates her face as she stares at Tyler's contact. Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, the cursor blinking expectantly. 

She could call, hear his voice, and maybe he would come over. But did she really want to open that door tonight?

She sighs, finally giving in. Her fingers tremble slightly as she types a simple message: I miss you.

She hovers over the send button, her thumb hesitating as if weighing the consequences of her choice. Her heart pounds in her chest, and with a deep breath, she presses the button.

His response is almost immediate. The screen lights up with a notification: Tyler is calling. She answers, her voice barely above a whisper as she hears his familiar, comforting voice on the other end.

"I'm comin' over," Tyler says, and she can hear the urgency and warmth in his tone.

Minutes later, the sound of a key turning in the lock is quickly followed by the creak of the door as Tyler lets himself in. He kicks his boots off, them echoing softly as they hit the hardwood floor. He makes his way across the living room and takes a seat beside her on the couch.

Without hesitation, he leans in to kiss her. But she stops him, her hand gently placing itself on his chest. Tyler looks at her with a mix of confusion and concern.

"We need to talk, Tyler," she says, trying to steady her nerves. He hates that her voice falters slightly. "This...whatever this is between us...it's not working. We keep breaking up and making up, and it's exhausting. I think we should both move on. You know, get some closure–"

"Closure?" Tyler's expression hardens as he looks over at her. "To hell with the closure. Why would we want to end something that still has fire under it?"

She shook her head, her feelings a tangled mess of regret and desire. "But we keep doing this. We fight. We break up, and then we–"

"And then we make up," Tyler interrupts, his tone insistent. "You think that just because we fight sometimes means it's over? We've got something real here, Ash. I know it's not perfect, but it's still burning strong. Why would you want to put it out?"

She tries to argue, her voice rising with the frustration of her internal struggle. "I don't know if this is what I want anymore–"

Tyler leaned closer, his hand reaching out and cupping her face. His fingers were warm against her cool skin, his gaze piercing and intense. "You wouldn't have called me this late if you didn't want me anymore," he said, his voice soft and firm.

She opens her mouth to protest, but the words catch in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotions that he's showing for a change. The weight of his words, combined with the closeness of his body, makes it hard to maintain her resolve.

Tyler's patience finally wears thin, and he leans in. His eyes lock on hers before he closes the distance between them and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is unexpected and intense. It's filled with an urgency that leaves her breathless. As his lips move against hers, the warmth and familiarity of his touch begin to dissolve her resistance.

She leans in closer to him, her hands finding their way to his neck and then his shoulders, anchoring herself to him. Tyler's hand slides around to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She could feel the fire that had always burned between them reigniting with an intensity that made it impossible to think clearly.

He reaches down and pushes the blanket covering her lap to the floor, before grabbing her waist and pulling her body on top of his lap. Her body presses against his, and she could feel his heart pounding in rhythm with hers.

They continue to kiss, her hands going to the back of his neck and his hair. His sliding down her waist and around to her ass. As the kiss finally breaks they rest their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

She looks into Tyler's eyes, a mix of hope and apprehension in her gaze. "So, what does this mean for us?" She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

"I'm not ready to give up on us," he whispers as his lips gently press kisses to her neck.

"Ty...it has to be different this time. I don't want to keep fighting and breaking up."

"Then don't fight with me," he whispers as he reaches the collar of his sweatshirt. He pulls away so she can look into his eyes.

"I'm serious," she says.

He sighs, his hands resting on her waist as he looks into her eyes. "I know."

"You're always away, and sometimes...sometimes I feel like I don't hear from you at all. Days go by without even a text or a call. I have to watch your channel to see what you've been up to..." she starts to say before she stops herself to take a breath.

A mix of hurt and frustration crosses Tyler's face. "You think it's easy for me? I hate being away from you. I hate missing out on everything that's happening back here. I hate being away from you. I'm out there chasing storms because it's what I love, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I just...I thought we could handle this"

She blinks, taken aback by his admission. The weight of his words hits her with a jolt. "Did you just...did you just say you love me?"

Tyler's face flushes slightly, a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Yeah, I did. I know I don't say it very often, but I mean it. I've been trying to balance everything, and I guess I thought you knew."

She stares at him, her voice trembling. "You've never said it before. Not like that."

He reaches up, his hand cupping her face as he looks at her. "I know I haven't been the best at showing it, and I'm sorry for that." He pauses to clear his throat before he continues. "But I do love you. I need you to believe me."

Her heart races, caught between hope and skepticism. Before she can say anything else, Tyler stands up, his strong arms supporting her as she wraps her legs around his waist. Her laughter bubbles up, a mix of surprise and delight.

Tyler grins, his eyes filled with mischief. "Let's see if I can show you just how much I love you. What do you say?"

With that, he starts to walk towards her bedroom, his steps confident but gentle. He makes his way over to the bed and lays her down on it. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before his hands grab the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side. His tongue slides over his bottom lip as he realizes that she isn't wearing anything underneath the sweatshirt. His fingers then hook into the top of her pajama shorts as he slides them and her underwear down her legs.

He then turns and makes his way into the bathroom. She hears the sound of her shower turning on before Tyler returns a moment later.

"I haven't had a chance to shower since I got back, you don't mind if I use yours, right?" He smirks.

Her lips curve into a wide smirk as she props herself up on her elbows. "Only if I can join you."

He chuckles before he takes her hand pulling her to her feet and into him. His hands slide down her sides and around to her back as hers reach up to start undoing the buttons on the flannel he was wearing. She makes quick work of the buttons and he shrugs the shirt off. He then reaches down and grabs the bottom of the white undershirt he had on and pulls it over his head.

Her fingertips gently run down his chest, feeling the little bit of chest hair as she makes her way down to his jeans and belt. She makes easy work of the belt buckle before sliding the belt out of its loops. She then pops open the buttons of the jeans and slides his zipper down. He pushes his jeans and boxers down before stepping out of them.

He then takes her hand, leading her into the bathroom off her master bedroom. They step into the shower and the warm water hitting her skin instantly relaxes Ashley. It was as if all the negative thoughts and energy were washing down the drain too.

She closes her eyes, her head leaning back as she lets the warm water run over her skin. She feels his hand on her hip before he pulls her back against his chest. He leans in and starts kissing her neck and shoulder. Her arms reach up to run through his now damp hair as his hands continue to explore her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses all over her shoulders and back.

"T-Tyler–" she moans as she suddenly feels a stream of warm water between her legs. Her eyes roll back, and she feels her knees start to go weak as Tyler turns up the pressure just slightly on the shower head.

Her fingers dig into Tyler's hair as she feels her climax creeping closer and closer. She was sure her knees were going to give out when her release hit, and she hoped Tyler's hold on her would be enough to keep her upright.

Just as she thinks she is going to finish, Tyler pulls the shower head away and she immediately feels a throbbing between her legs.

A small groan, almost a whine even, leaves her mouth as she wants nothing more than to have the pulsing sensation of the warm water back between her thighs.

"Shhh, I've got you, baby girl. You know I'm not going to leave you like this," Tyler says as he puts the shower head back in place.

His hands gently turn her around so their chests are touching and they're facing each other. He reaches down and takes her hands in his, intertwining his fingers with hers before he places them against the shower wall above him. He leans in and starts gently sucking on her neck. One hand keeps hers pinned above her head while the other reaches up and cups her face as he kisses her lips.

His arm reaches down, wrapping around her waist before lifting her. Her legs wrap around his waist as he presses her back against the tile of the shower wall.

Her hands brace herself on his shoulders as his hands move to her waist, guiding her down onto his cock. They both let out a moan as he slid into her.

"God you feel so good," he groans as he presses his forehead to hers.

His thrusts start slow and teasing, almost painfully so. He pushes in a few inches and then slowly pulls himself out. Then he'd push in again, painfully slow.

"I n-need more." She whispers into his ear as she feels an intense need for her realist.

His hips start to pick up speed, slowly but surely. She clenches around him, something she knew drove him absolutely crazy.

"S-shit," he breathes out as he braces himself with one arm on the tile wall while the other slides around her waist to support her weight. "You know that shit drives me insane."

"That's the point," she smirks.

"God, I love you," he says before he leans in and presses his lips to hers.

His hips start thrusting in and out of her quicker, every thrust causing his tip to brush against the spot deep inside of her. Her moans get louder, despite her best efforts to keep them in. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to subdue some of the noise.

"Let go of that fucking lip. Let me hear how good I make you feel," he demands, his eyes meeting hers.

She immediately lets go of her lip as her moans start filling the room.

"T-Tyler...f-fu–" she moans as she feels her orgasm approaching.

She was so close to her climax, that her legs started to shake. She just needs a few more thrusts, just that little something to push her over the edge. Tyler thrusts into her one last time, his name leaving her lips as he releases inside of her.

He gently sets her down on her feet, his arm staying strong around her waist. They both breathe heavily, their gasps for air filling the room.

"You okay?" He whispers as he lifts his head to look at him. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She nods, her lips curving into a smile.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you," he says before leaning in to press a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you so much, baby girl."

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory ii

Y/N sighed as she sat behind the wheel of her car, the engine sputtering defiantly before finally giving out completely. The dashboard lights flickered, then dimmed, leaving her in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the windshield. She had just finished a lovely visit with her sister, catching up on family stories and sharing laughs over old memories, but now, the comfort of that warmth felt a million miles away.

“Of all the nights to break down,” she muttered to herself, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight, and the quiet stretch of highway felt eerily empty. She attempted to restart the engine, but all she got was a series of futile clicks in response. Frustration mounted as she fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to dial AAA. After several attempts, the call wouldn’t go through—no signal out here.

Her heart sank, and she leaned back against her seat, letting out a breath of exasperation. The thought of being stranded alone in the dark was unsettling. It was late, and the isolated stretch of road offered little comfort. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her.

“Maybe I should just wait for someone to pass by…” she whispered to herself, but the idea didn’t sit well. She knew the reality of the situation: she was miles from home, and it would be hours before anyone drove by.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/N glanced at her phone again, considering her options. Her heart hesitated at the thought of reaching out to Tony. They had a connection, yes, but was it too soon to ask him for help? He had been nothing but kind to her, and she felt a little guilty thinking of troubling him so late at night. But as she looked around at the desolate surroundings, the idea of waiting there alone felt more daunting than calling him.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groaned, shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her contacts and found Tony's number. She stared at it for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button. Would he even want to help her? But the sound of crickets chirping and the rustle of leaves in the cool night air convinced her she had little choice.

With a resolve fueled by necessity, she pressed the button and listened as the phone rang. Each tone seemed to echo her anxiety until finally, she heard his voice on the other end.

“Y/N?” Tony answered, sounding slightly groggy. “What’s up?”

“Um, hi, Tony,” she stammered, the words tumbling out as she tried to keep her voice steady. “I’m really sorry to call so late, but… my car broke down on the highway, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t reach AAA.”

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his voice shifting from sleepy to alert in an instant. “Where are you?”

“I’m a few miles from the exit at Green Valley. It’s really dark out here, and I’m starting to freak out a little,” she admitted, her heart racing.

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you,” he said without hesitation. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Wait, you don’t have to—” she began, but he had already hung up.

A rush of relief washed over her, mixed with a twinge of embarrassment for needing to call him. Still, she felt a sense of comfort knowing he was on his way. She settled back in her seat, trying to calm her nerves, grateful for his willingness to help.

Minutes later, she spotted headlights piercing the darkness, and her heart lifted. It was Tony, his car pulling up beside her. He stepped out, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, the faint light casting shadows on his face, but his expression was earnest.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, rushing over. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little shaken up. Thank you for coming,” she said, a shy smile breaking through her earlier tension.

“Of course! Let’s take a look at your car,” he replied, already moving towards the front hood.

As they worked together under the moonlight, Y/N couldn’t shake the warmth that blossomed in her chest. Even amidst her frustration, the comfort of his presence made everything feel a little less daunting. Maybe reaching out to Tony wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Yeah, I’m not repairing this. On second thought, I’ll just buy you a new one,” Tony said with a smirk, crossing his arms as he surveyed her car with an amused expression.

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “Why? I’ve had this one for eight years now!”

“Eight years?! You’re telling me this thing has survived for that long?” Tony made a face of mock horror, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “I’m definitely getting you a new car.”

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “You can’t just buy me a new car because mine broke down. That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, please,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand. “You deserve something that actually runs properly. Plus, I can’t have you stranded in the dark again, can I? It’s bad for my reputation.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his teasing. “Your reputation, huh? I’m sure the world will keep spinning without a new car for me.”

“Maybe,” he replied, grinning. “But I won’t be able to live with myself knowing you’re out here in a death trap.”

“Alright, Mr. Stark, drop me off at home first. Then we can discuss my ‘death trap’ and your generous car donation,” she said, climbing into the passenger seat of his sleek vehicle.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, starting the engine. “And while we’re at it, I’ll give you a little tour of the latest cars I have in the garage. I think you’ll find some pretty enticing options.”

“Are you seriously trying to sell me on your car collection now?” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“Always. You just have to see it to believe it,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as they pulled away from the side of the road.

As they drove through the quiet night, Y/N felt a warm flutter in her chest. Despite the circumstances, being with Tony felt comfortable and exciting. She glanced over at him, catching a glimpse of the playful glint in his eyes. Maybe her old car breaking down wasn’t such a disaster after all.

“So whatever I pick, it’s mine?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued as they drove through the city lights, the glow illuminating the interior of Tony’s car.

“Yes, absolutely. And more too if you want,” he added, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Why would you want to waste money like this on me?” she questioned, trying to mask her surprise with a lighthearted tone.

“Waste money? Excuse me?” Tony feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “This isn’t a waste. This is an investment in your happiness.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “An investment? You make it sound like I’m buying a mansion or something.”

“It’s the best use of my money,” he insisted, glancing at her with a genuine smile. “You deserve something nice, something that works. Plus, you know I like spoiling my friends.”

“Friends?” she repeated, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Fine, friends who I may or may not have some feelings for,” he admitted, his expression softening. “But seriously, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to worry about driving a car that can barely keep up with the times. Let me treat you.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “You really don’t have to, Tony.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, his tone turning earnest. “But I want to. It makes me happy to do this for you.”

She smiled at him, appreciating his generosity, even if it still felt a bit overwhelming. “Okay, I guess I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Exactly. So let’s pick out something that screams ‘Y/N’—classy, creative, and just a little quirky,” he said, turning the car onto the highway.

“Quirky? Are you calling me quirky?” she laughed, playfully nudging him.

“Of course. In the best way possible,” he replied, and they both shared a light-hearted moment, the car filled with the promise of new beginnings.

“I can afford my own car, you know. I’m a bestselling author, in case you don’t remember,” Y/N said, her tone playful but firm.

“I know you can,” Tony replied, glancing at her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you have to settle for something that doesn’t bring you joy. Life’s too short for that.”

“I’m just a little frugal,” she admitted, shrugging as she stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of lights.

Tony could sense a change in her demeanor, the lightness fading as she continued, “We never had much growing up.”

The admission hung in the air, and he shifted his focus back to the road, aware of the weight of her words. “I get it,” he said gently, his voice lowering to match the seriousness of the moment. “Frugality is a smart way to navigate life, especially when you’ve had to work for everything you have. But it’s okay to treat yourself too, Y/N. You deserve it.”

She looked at him, her expression softening. “It’s just… I’ve always been careful. I don’t want to lose sight of what’s important by getting too caught up in material things.”

“Material things aren’t everything,” he agreed, “but a reliable car isn’t just about status; it’s about safety and comfort. It’s a tool that should make your life easier, not harder. Plus, think of it this way: you can take spontaneous trips to see your sister without worrying about breaking down.”

Y/N smiled, appreciating his perspective. “You make a good point. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“Maybe,” he said, shooting her a teasing grin. “But let me help you overthink in style. I promise it’ll be fun.”

As they continued their drive, she felt grateful for his understanding nature, realizing that sometimes it was okay to let someone else take the reins—especially when that someone was Tony Stark.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice steady yet laced with a hint of excitement. She turned to Tony, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of adoration and challenge. “You offered, so I’m taking that offer. Give me what you deem fit for me. Let me understand how you see me.”

Her words hung in the air, charged with an unexpected intensity. Tony felt a rush of emotion, a blend of affection and admiration for her boldness. She wasn’t just accepting a gift; she was inviting him to show her, in a tangible way, how he perceived her—who she was in his eyes.

Tony’s heart quickened, a smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze. “You’ve got it,” he replied, his tone equally serious and playful. “But don’t blame me if I go all out. I’ve got a pretty high opinion of you, you know.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Tony Stark.”

Tony chuckled, but underneath his usual bravado, he felt a deep sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just about a car anymore; it was about understanding and connection, about showing Y/N that he saw her strength, her independence, and her worth. He wanted to give her something that reflected how much he admired her resilience and the unique blend of grace and determination that defined her.

As they drove on, the city lights flickering around them, Tony’s mind raced with ideas. He knew whatever he chose had to be perfect—not just luxurious, but thoughtful, something that would resonate with Y/N’s personality and values.

The challenge she’d set before him wasn’t just a test of taste or style; it was a way of deepening their bond. And Tony was more than ready to rise to the occasion. “Get ready,” he said, glancing at her with a grin. “Because you’re about to see yourself through my eyes, and I guarantee it’ll be a ride you won’t forget.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. She didn’t doubt him for a second. She knew whatever Tony chose would be a reflection of his perception of her—a glimpse into how he saw her as someone worthy of the best, deserving of everything the world had to offer. The thought filled her with a mix of excitement and a newfound sense of belonging, as if she was stepping into a new chapter of her life, one that Tony was helping to write.

Tony stood in his workshop, surrounded by holographic displays of luxury cars. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table, his eyes scanning the images as they floated in midair. Beside him, Jarvis’s calm, measured voice broke the silence.

“Might I suggest starting with a few options, sir? The Bentley Continental GT is an excellent blend of elegance and power.”

Tony nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, it’s a great car. Powerful, sleek... but maybe it’s too aggressive for Y/N. She’s more… refined. Let’s keep looking.”

Jarvis, ever helpful, continued, “Perhaps the Aston Martin DB11? It’s sophisticated, with a timeless design.”

Tony tilted his head, picturing Y/N behind the wheel of the DB11. “Hmm, I like that one. It’s stylish, but I feel like we need something with a little more presence, you know? Something that has an impact, but isn’t flashy.”

He swiped his hand, changing the display to a new set of images. “What about the Porsche Panamera? It’s luxurious, but it’s got that sporty edge.”

Jarvis considered for a moment. “While the Panamera is indeed a refined choice, it might not fully capture the understated elegance Miss Y/N exudes. Perhaps something more classic?”

Tony nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a beautiful car, but maybe too sporty. What about the Mercedes-Maybach S-Class? Understated luxury, and it’s got that timeless appeal.”

“A fine choice, sir,” Jarvis acknowledged. “The Maybach’s blend of comfort and sophistication would certainly suit Miss Y/N’s elegant nature.”

Tony smiled, considering it. “It’s got that quiet confidence, like her. But… I think we can do even better. I want something that really makes a statement—something that says, ‘You’re special, and I want everyone to know it.’”

He scrolled through more options, his eyes narrowing as he thought. “How about the Maserati Quattroporte? It’s got the luxury and the heritage, plus it’s a bit more unique.”

“The Quattroporte is indeed unique, sir, but it might not convey the same level of timeless grace that Miss Y/N deserves,” Jarvis gently countered.

Tony sighed, knowing Jarvis was right. “Yeah, it’s a little too… sporty again. I need something that’s more about luxury, about making her feel like royalty every time she steps into it.”

Finally, Tony’s eyes landed on the Rolls-Royce Phantom. The car’s imposing yet graceful design, with its iconic silhouette and unrivaled luxury, immediately caught his attention. Tony’s face lit up.

“Jarvis, what do you think of the Phantom?”

“The Rolls-Royce Phantom, sir, is the pinnacle of luxury vehicles. It’s the perfect combination of tradition and modernity, offering unparalleled comfort and an aura of exclusivity. A car that speaks volumes without uttering a word.”

Tony grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Exactly. It’s perfect. Y/N deserves something as unique and special as she is. The Phantom has that old-world charm, but it’s still incredibly contemporary. And the ride… it’s like floating on air.”

Jarvis added, “Furthermore, the bespoke options available for the Phantom will allow you to customize it precisely to Miss Y/N’s tastes. It could be tailored to reflect her personal style.”

Tony’s mind buzzed with possibilities. “I’m thinking a deep, classic color—maybe a dark emerald green or midnight blue, something timeless. The interior? Soft leather, custom embroidery, the works. I want her to feel like a queen every time she gets in.”

“An excellent choice, sir. The Phantom’s presence will undoubtedly reflect the elegance and grace that Miss Y/N embodies,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony nodded, feeling a wave of contentment. “Alright, it’s settled. The Phantom it is. Y/N’s going to love this. And more importantly, she’ll know exactly how much she means to me when she sees it.”

He leaned back, satisfaction washing over him. This wasn’t just about buying her a car—it was about showing Y/N that he understood her, that he saw her as someone who deserved nothing but the best. And for Tony, that meant giving her something that would make her feel cherished every time she drove it.

“Jarvis, let’s get started on the custom specs. I want this car to be as extraordinary as she is.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll begin the arrangements immediately.”

As Tony watched the final design of the Rolls-Royce Phantom take shape on the holographic display, he couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be perfect.

Tony paced around the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, his mind alive with ideas. He knew that while the exterior was stunning and the luxurious interior was perfect, it was the technology inside that would make this car truly special. Pausing for a moment, he turned to the air with a familiar smirk.

“Jarvis,” Tony began, excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior, “now for the cream of the cake. Let’s make the technology custom too. This isn’t just any car—it’s going to be an extension of Y/N, something that feels alive and perfectly in tune with her.”

Jarvis responded promptly, his tone mirroring Tony’s enthusiasm. “What features would you like to incorporate, sir?”

Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Let’s start with a fully integrated AI system, something tailored just for her. It should be intuitive, but not intrusive. It needs to learn her habits, preferences, and routines, and adjust accordingly. We’ll call it ‘Eirene’—after the goddess of peace. It should have a calming presence, just like she does.”

“Eirene will be designed to provide a seamless and personalized experience for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed. “Shall I model its interface and interaction style after myself, or would you prefer something different?”

Tony mulled it over for a second. “Let’s give Eirene a softer touch, something more empathetic. I want it to respond to her mood, offer suggestions when she seems stressed, and even play her favorite music or podcasts when she’s on the road. It should be like a companion, not just an assistant.”

“A gentle and empathetic AI interface will be developed, sir. Eirene will be capable of recognizing emotional cues and adapting its responses to ensure a comforting and supportive presence,” Jarvis replied.

Tony nodded, pleased with the idea. “Good. Now, let’s talk tech specs. This car needs to be as advanced as anything I’ve ever built. We’re talking top-of-the-line navigation with real-time traffic updates, voice-activated controls, and a holographic display that can show anything from maps to stargazing projections. She’ll love that last one.”

“I shall incorporate the most advanced navigational and display systems available, including a holographic interface that will project both functional and aesthetic visuals. The stargazing feature will be tied to the car’s starlight headliner, offering a truly immersive experience,” Jarvis elaborated.

Tony’s grin widened. “Perfect. And we can’t skimp on security—this car needs to be impenetrable. I’m thinking biometric locks, encrypted communication systems, and a self-driving mode that can kick in if it ever detects she’s in danger. I want her to be safe, no matter what.”

“Biometric authentication, encrypted communication, and advanced self-driving capabilities will be integrated into the vehicle, ensuring Miss Y/N’s safety in all scenarios,” Jarvis assured.

Tony was on a roll now, his mind racing with possibilities. “And let’s add a few more fun features. A personal climate control system that adjusts based on her body temperature, and a mood lighting system that changes color based on her playlist or the time of day.”

“A personalized climate control system and adaptive mood lighting will be added, providing a unique and comfortable environment for Miss Y/N at all times,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony’s expression softened as another thought struck him. “You know, she’s a writer. We need to give her a space where she can write whenever inspiration strikes. How about we integrate a computer system into the car—something sleek, with all the software she needs for writing her books or poetry?”

“A fully functional and discreet writing station will be incorporated into the vehicle’s design, complete with the latest software for writing and creative work. It will be easily accessible and tailored to her needs,” Jarvis replied, acknowledging the thoughtful addition.

Tony smiled, satisfied. This wasn’t just about giving Y/N a car—it was about creating something that reflected how much she meant to him. “One last thing, Jarvis—make sure the AI has a bit of personality. I want it to surprise her, maybe even make her laugh once in a while. It should feel like it was designed just for her, because it was.”

“A touch of wit and charm will be programmed into Eirene’s personality, ensuring that it is not only helpful but also endearing to Miss Y/N,” Jarvis responded with a hint of warmth.

Tony stepped back, taking in the car one last time. “This is going to be incredible. Y/N’s going to love it. And when she does, she’ll know exactly how much thought I put into it.”

“Indeed, sir. This vehicle will undoubtedly reflect the depth of your care and consideration for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony smiled, feeling a surge of pride. “Alright, Jarvis, let’s get to work. I want this car ready for her as soon as possible.”

“As you wish, sir. The customization process will begin immediately, and I will keep you informed of our progress,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took one last look at the Rolls-Royce Phantom before turning away, already imagining the look on Y/N’s face when she saw what he had done for her. This car was more than just a gift—it was a reflection of everything she meant to him, and he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

As Tony admired the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, now customized to the highest standards, a thought struck him. Something was missing—something personal, something that would make the car not just a gift but a connection between them.

“Jarvis,” Tony said, his tone serious yet affectionate, “there’s one more thing we need to add. Something personal.”

“Of course, sir. What do you have in mind?” Jarvis responded, ready to implement whatever idea Tony had.

Tony paced a little, his mind racing through possibilities. Then, with a smile, he settled on the perfect idea. “I want to add a direct line to this car—a way for me to talk to Y/N anytime. No matter where she is, no matter what she’s doing, she should be able to reach me, and I should be able to reach her.”

“A direct and secure communication line will be installed, sir,” Jarvis confirmed. “Would you like it to be integrated into the AI system as well, perhaps allowing for seamless transition between speaking to Eirene and yourself?”

“Exactly,” Tony nodded. “But make it easy—one command, one touch. If she wants to talk to me, all she has to do is say the word, and I’ll be there. And it goes both ways; I want to be able to check in on her, to hear her voice whenever I need to.”

“Understood, sir,” Jarvis responded. “The system will be designed to ensure that, with a single command, either of you can initiate a conversation. The line will be fully encrypted and secure, guaranteeing privacy and uninterrupted connection.”

Tony smiled at the thought. “Good. And Jarvis—make sure it’s not just functional, but… I don’t know, intimate. It should feel like she’s talking directly to me, not through some cold, technical device.”

“I will ensure that the communication line provides a warm and personal experience, reflecting the importance of the connection between you and Miss Y/N,” Jarvis said, a hint of understanding in his tone.

Tony ran his hand along the smooth surface of the car, imagining Y/N’s reaction when she discovered this feature. “This is important, Jarvis. I want her to know that no matter what, she can always reach out to me, that I’m always here for her.”

“She will undoubtedly appreciate the thoughtfulness behind this addition, sir,��� Jarvis replied.

Tony took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Alright, let’s get this set up. And once it’s done, let’s make sure everything is perfect. I want this car to be a reflection of how much she means to me.”

“It will be, sir,” Jarvis assured him. “Every detail has been carefully crafted to ensure that this vehicle is as unique and special as Miss Y/N herself.”

Tony nodded, satisfied. “Thanks, Jarvis. Let’s finish this up. I can’t wait to see her reaction.”

“With pleasure, sir,” Jarvis responded as he began the final phase of the customization, making sure that every aspect of the car—especially the direct line—was exactly as Tony envisioned.

As the customization of Y/N’s new Rolls-Royce Phantom continued, Tony had another brilliant idea. “Jarvis,” he said, his eyes lighting up with inspiration, “I want to get a personal number plate for the car. Something unique, something that represents Y/N and me.”

“Very well, sir. Do you have any specific themes or references in mind?” Jarvis inquired, ready to assist.

“Yeah, let’s go with something inspired by history, maybe a blend of Julius Caesar and Shakespeare,” Tony suggested, a smirk forming on his lips. “How about ‘Veni Vidi Amavi’?”

Jarvis processed the suggestion. “That translates to ‘I came, I saw, I loved.’ It is a fitting tribute, given your sentiments towards Miss Y/N.”

“Exactly! It encapsulates the essence of our relationship. It’s bold, it’s classic, and it carries depth,” Tony replied, clearly pleased with his idea.

“Shall I proceed with that for the number plate?” Jarvis asked, already beginning the process.

“Yeah, but let’s make sure it’s in a classy font—something that reflects the elegance of the car,” Tony added. “And maybe a subtle embellishment or two. After all, she deserves nothing less than the best.”

“Understood, sir. I will ensure that the design reflects both sophistication and the unique character of Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony leaned back against the car, imagining Y/N's reaction when she saw the number plate. “I can already picture her face when she reads it,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “It’ll be like a little inside joke between us. Plus, it’s a nod to the classics, which she appreciates.”

“Shall I also integrate a digital display that showcases the plate whenever the car is in motion? It could be a fun surprise,” Jarvis suggested.

“Absolutely! That would be awesome. Let’s do it,” Tony said, his excitement bubbling over. “I want everything to be perfect for her.”

With a final nod, Jarvis began working on the number plate and the digital display, ensuring that Tony’s thoughtful gesture would be a memorable part of Y/N’s new car. The Phantom was not just a luxury vehicle; it was a representation of their connection, complete with personal touches that only deepened Tony's affection for her.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued as she glanced at the section of the lab that was deliberately obscured from her view. "What’s in there?" she asked, tilting her head slightly toward the hidden area.

Tony, who was busy tinkering with a gadget, looked up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, nothing. Just something I’m working on," he replied, trying to sound casual.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Why is it hidden? No one comes here except me." Her tone was playful, challenging him to reveal more.

A smirk danced on Tony's lips. "Yes, I have hidden it from you," he teased, leaning back in his chair with an air of mock seriousness.

Y/N crossed her arms, feigning indignation. "But I don’t understand technology much," she bantered, trying to pull him into a lighthearted debate.

"It’s not entirely technology," Tony shot back, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"So what is it then?" Y/N pressed, leaning forward in her seat, the playful challenge evident in her demeanor.

Tony glanced at the digital clock on the wall, calculating the remaining time until the reveal. "I can tell you in…," he paused for dramatic effect, “27 hours and 12 minutes.”

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "That’s awfully specific. Are you counting down or something?" she teased, her interest only growing.

Tony shrugged, his playful demeanor intact. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just enjoy the suspense." He winked, clearly enjoying the game they were playing.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I guess I’ll just have to be patient then. But you know how much I hate surprises!"

“Consider it a test of your patience,” Tony said, leaning closer with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “And who knows? The surprise might be worth the wait.”

Y/N met his gaze, a mix of intrigue and anticipation bubbling within her. “I have a feeling you’re up to something big, Stark.”

Tony simply grinned. “You have no idea.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “You are such a handful, Tony Stark,” she said, her tone light and teasing as she leaned back in her chair.

Tony feigned a look of shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Me? A handful? Never! I prefer to think of myself as… dynamically complex.”

“Dynamically complex, huh?” Y/N arched an eyebrow, her laughter bubbling up. “Is that your fancy way of saying you’re a troublemaker?”

“Troublemaker? I prefer to call it ‘spontaneous innovator,’” he replied, grinning. “And besides, you love it.”

“Do I?” she asked, feigning seriousness. “I’m not sure about that. It might be more of a challenge to keep up with your whirlwind of chaos.”

“Oh, come on!” Tony leaned in closer, lowering his voice playfully. “You know you thrive on my chaos. It keeps your life exciting. I mean, when’s the last time you had this much fun?”

Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, let me think… Oh right! It was when I decided to take a chance on a billionaire playboy with a penchant for theatrics.”

“Ah, yes! A bold and daring choice,” Tony said, pretending to look impressed. “You must be feeling quite brave. Not everyone can handle the Stark experience.”

“I think I’m more curious than brave,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Curiosity can lead to trouble, you know.”

“Good thing I’m an expert in getting out of trouble,” he quipped, flashing her a charming smile. “Or at least I like to think I am.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You and your confidence. I’m not sure if it’s charming or just plain reckless.”

“Why not both?” Tony grinned, clearly enjoying their back-and-forth. “You know what they say—life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

“True, but a little seriousness wouldn’t hurt,” she countered, leaning forward with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Besides, someone has to keep you grounded.”

“Grounded? That sounds boring,” Tony said, waving a dismissive hand. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you. I mean, if anyone’s going to keep me in check, it might as well be the beautiful bestselling author sitting across from me.”

Y/N felt a blush creep into her cheeks at the compliment, her heart fluttering at his words. “You’re quite the charmer, Stark,” she replied, her voice softening. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of revealing what’s behind that hidden section of the lab.”

“Ah, so we’re back to that, are we?” He leaned back with a playful smirk. “All right, I’ll make you a deal: if you can guess what’s behind the curtain, I’ll reveal my secret. But if you can’t…”

“Then what?” she challenged, her curiosity piqued.

“Then you have to promise to let me take you on a spontaneous adventure. Somewhere fun, with absolutely no planning whatsoever,” he proposed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N considered his words, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Challenge accepted, Stark. But you better be ready to reveal all once I win.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Tony said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. “Let the games begin!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tony's offer. “Five chances? That sounds generous for someone who usually keeps secrets like a master spy.”

“Just think of it as an act of faith,” Tony replied, leaning back in his chair with a casual confidence. “Besides, I’m curious to see how your mind works. You might surprise me.”

“Or I might just embarrass myself,” she shot back playfully, crossing her arms as she regarded him. “Okay, let’s see… is it a new invention? Something groundbreaking?”

“Wrong,” he said, a teasing smile on his face. “But it’s a good guess. Next!”

Y/N thought for a moment, biting her lip. “Is it something that flies?”

“Ah, you’re thinking big! But nope,” he answered, shaking his head. “That’s strike two. Keep ‘em coming!”

“Alright,” she said, furrowing her brow as she racked her brain for ideas. “Is it a prototype for a new suit?”

Tony chuckled, clearly amused. “Not even close. You’re swinging and missing, Y/N. That’s three!”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, determined to come up with a good guess. “Okay, is it something that involves… well, technology?”

“Hey now, that’s a little vague,” he teased, holding up a finger. “But I’ll give you that one since it’s kind of true. But that’s strike four.”

Y/N could feel the excitement bubbling within her, spurred on by the playful challenge. “Alright, last chance. Is it… a surprise for me?”

Tony leaned forward, his expression turning serious for a moment, though the hint of a smile lingered. “Well, that’s a clever guess,” he said slowly. “But I can’t tell you that. So… strike five!”

“Five chances and I failed all of them,” she said, laughing lightly as she leaned back in her chair. “Looks like I owe you an adventure.”

“Indeed you do,” Tony said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t worry; I have some ideas in mind that will blow your mind. And just so you know, I’m more than happy to keep the secret hidden a little longer.”

Y/N smirked, her heart racing at the prospect of whatever adventure awaited her. “Fine, but you have to promise to reveal what’s behind that curtain eventually. I’m not giving up that easily.”

“Deal,” Tony replied, extending his hand to shake on it. “But until then, I might enjoy keeping you in suspense.”

Y/N grinned, shaking his hand with determination. “Good luck keeping me in suspense. I’m persistent.”

“Just what I like about you,” he replied with a playful glint in his eyes

As Y/N settled into her chair with a book in hand, Tony found himself captivated by the scene unfolding before him. The soft glow of the lab lights cast a warm hue on her face, highlighting the way her brows furrowed in concentration and how her lips curled slightly as she turned the pages. It was a simple moment, but to him, it felt monumental.

Look at her, he thought, a smile creeping onto his face. There’s something so effortlessly beautiful about how she immerses herself in those words. He marveled at the way she lost herself in the story, her expression shifting with every twist and turn of the plot. It’s like she becomes a part of the worlds she reads about, and I can’t help but wonder what adventures are taking root in that brilliant mind of hers.

He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting. She’s not just a talented author; she’s a force of nature. She writes with passion and purpose, and it shows. It’s no wonder she’s a bestselling author. Tony felt a swell of pride, as if he had a stake in her success. She was doing what she loved, and somehow, that made him feel more alive than he had in years.

I could spend hours just watching her, he mused, a feeling of warmth enveloping him. He loved the way she was so engrossed in her book, almost as if the rest of the world faded away. And then he remembered their playful banter just moments before—the way her eyes sparkled when she challenged him, the lightness in her laughter that made his heart race.

God, I’m whipped, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. And I’m not even mad about it. There was a sense of peace in knowing she was right there, her presence grounding him in a way he had never expected. I can’t wait to show her what I’ve been working on. She deserves to see how special she is to me, even if I’m still figuring out how to express it.

As he watched her, he felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest, the kind of feeling that whispered that maybe—just maybe—she was meant to be a part of his life. I want to give her the world, he thought. Every luxury, every experience, every moment of happiness that I can offer. She deserves it all.

Tony took a deep breath, a grin playing on his lips as he thought of the car they would be picking out together. A Rolls Royce Phantom, he mentally repeated, feeling proud. It’ll fit her perfectly. Sophisticated, elegant, with just the right touch of flair. Just like her.

The thought lingered in his mind as he continued to watch her, the noise of the lab fading into a gentle hum. In that moment, he realized he didn’t just want her to have the car; he wanted to share every part of his world with her. Every adventure, every laugh, and even the quiet moments like this one, where nothing needed to be said.

I hope she knows how much I care, he thought, feeling a surge of determination. I want her to feel cherished, just as she is. With that, Tony leaned back and let himself get lost in the peaceful ambiance of the lab, all while keeping a careful eye on the woman who had unexpectedly captured his heart.

Part 3

[pandorasfavorite]

Look at me

AN: I wrote this so fast because I know he would do this. ITS DOMINIK X READER THE GIF IS A LITTLE MISLEADING

A lot of the time the worry you have isn’t large. Injuries happen all the time in the WWE. The diffrence with this thought is that you are about to enter your 3rd trimester and pregnancy hormones are kicking your ass. Everything is so much more intense: the cravings, happiness, sadness, anger, worry; and all the other emotions. The worry for Dominik went from mild to crushing in a matter of weeks.

Him being in any sort of pain is your worst fear, tears burn your eyes at the thought. No matter how much you wish you could call and check on Dominik every hour of the day you knew it wasn’t ethical. To occupy your brain you decide to sit and watch Dominik on NXT even thought it makes your blood pressure go up a hare. You take a deep breathe remembering Dominik’s words “I promise I will be careful”, he repeats this routinely.

You remind yourself of that promise over again; making yourself relax and watch the show. The TV clicks off of the commercial break and the program begins. You find yourself begin to enjoy NXT after a moment. Suddenly Dominik and Rhea appear on the screen and your eyes are glued to them. You look closer at Dominik; looking him over as I’m he was in front of you in real life.

Your once permanent smile vanished in a instant, your eyes narrow and your fingers grip the sofa harshly. Dominik has tape on his arm meaning he’s hurting somehow. Your breathing turns shaky and millions of throughts and emotions swirl around your brain. First frightening and intense worry for at least 15 minutes, you lean back agains the couch; still not able to look away from the screen even though he isn’t on anymore. Strucken your hand reaches for your phone, your thumb hovers over the call button under his contact. The familiar tightness in the back of your throat begins, but you have to stay strong. Going against everything you click your phone off. Not even moments later a messages comes through.

Hubby 🩷

Be home in 10. See you soon my love.

Like whiplash your mood entirely switches. From 25% to 100% in the span of 30 seconds. Pissed off is the best way to put it. You are more than angry at Dominik: how could he break a promise like that?! You can sense yourself getting worked up, the doorknob rattled louder than normal, it seems. You take a deep breath; a poor attempt at calming yourself.

Dominik walks in shutting the door behind him with his charming smile, “Hey baby. Did you wait up for me?”, he asks sitting down beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You roll your eyes shrugging his hand off and ignoring him, acting as if the TV was more interesting. Dominik puckers his lip in confusion, his eyebrows drawn together. He tried again softer this time: more apprehension in his voice. “Hunny?” He reached to hold your hand “what’s wrong?”.

You scotch away trying to hold onto your last bit of restraint. “Nothing”, you mumble behind gritted teeth. Dominiks worry starts to worsen as you move away from him, ‘something must really be bothering you’. “Hunny whatever it is we can-“ you project your body off the couch, anger fueling your actions. “Don’t act clueless Dominik. You know exactly what this is about!” Your eyes pointed at him on the couch.

If it was possible Dominik only become more confused by the outburst. Dominik runs a hand through his hair; exhaling a heavy breath with a conflicted look. It goes silent for a moment; the couch creaks at Dominik getting up. He walks up to you; holding your arms in his hands, looking at you with expectation for explanation. Still angry you scowl at him but don’t try and move again.

“You promised” you point a accusing finger at his arm and your voice cracks when you speak again; “-you promised”. Your weak delivery tears at Dominik’s heart and his mouth falls open a little in recognition.

“Baby”

“No I don’t want to hear it”, your lip quivers and the tears break though your anger.

Dominik immediately encloses you in a tight hug, holding your head against him with his hand. You sniffle loudly; your breathing hiccuping from hyperventilation. “I- I was so scared”, in a instant you push him away again unsure how you want to feel.

“I’m so mad at you right now!”, you yell. Dominik does what he knows best. “Look at me”, he says pointing to your eyes then back to his own. “It’s okay, I’m okay” he says motioning with his hand down to show how the anger shoulder be diminishing. He does the motion one more time, making eye contact to show his understanding. Reluctant at first you shake your head no but then naturally you follow his instruction.

You close your eyes and take one more deep breath. You open your eyes to see him smiling at you patiently and softly from a distance. You nod at him and he moves forward in a quick step, holding you in his arms. “I’m sorry I scared you my love. It was very minor, I’d never want to scare you”, he kisses the top of your head, swaying your bodies. “Do you forgive me?”, he says into your hair.

You nod into his chest gripping at his shirt. Dominik is giddy that you feel better so he comforts you in every way he knows. “What do you think about a trip to Taco Bell?” He asks with a smirk knowing your answer. Your eyes gleam at the suggestion: a nice craving if yours at the moment. “Yes, yes, yes”, he laughs his sweet laugh, pulling away to press his lips to your before leaving to Taco Bell.

[gogogodzilla]

Hi! Would you be able to write a smut oneshot for Gavin where's he's jealous :P

No One Else || Gavin Reed

Summary: Gavin gets jealous when he sees you talking to your coworker. You show him he has nothing to worry about

Warnings: told from Gavin's POV, reader works at Cyberlife, gendered pronouns for reader (she/her), afab reader, semi-public sex, Gavin gets bratty when he’s jealous, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall)

Note: This is self-indulgent but IDC!

{Masterlist}

Up until now, Gavin had been having a great day. He woke up next to the person he loved, the coffee at the precinct was halfway decent, and Tina had only slightly busted his balls for wanting to stop by the Cyberlife tower on their lunch break. 

They were nearby, he argued. 

It was true, their patrol had brought them close to the island that housed the Cyberlife tower. That didn’t stop the great Officer Chen from seeing through his lame excuse to see his lover. 

Bullshit, Tina shot back, looking over at him from the driver’s side. 

That was where things went wrong, of course. Tina dropped him off at the front with a grin. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door to the police cruiser behind him.

He got past the androids at reception relatively easily. They knew his face and his name long before he even started dating an employee there. 

He knew the way to her office like the back of his hand, and he mindlessly took it. He came up just a few feet short of the door when he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. 

His lover… his sweetheart was talking to someone very tall and very handsome. And they were standing very close together, hovering over a data pad.  Mr. Tall and Handsome was lean, and blonde. Everything Gavin wasn’t. 

He fought off the familiar wave of jealousy that rose like bile in the back of his throat as he leaned against the wall next to their office. He wanted to go over there and shove that dickhead away from her and scream at him to never come near his sweetheart ever again. 

But, he just watched them instead. 

The scumbag took notice of Gavin’s staring and leaned down to whisper something to his sweetheart. She straightened and turned to glance at Gavin over her shoulder, just for a moment, before shoving the data pad into the person’s chest. 

She whirled away to face Gavin, beaming as she made their way down the short hall. Her heels clicked as she walked, and Gavin crossed his arms.  

“What’re you doing here?” she asked as she led him into her office.

“Who were you talking to?” 

The question was making its way out before he could even process what he was saying, and he tried to act as if he was merely curious. His harsh tone gave him away though, and she scoffed. 

He hovered in the middle of her office as she clicked a few buttons on a panel next to the door and the glass windows became frosted. Once no one could see into her office, his sweetheart walked forward and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his lips. He didn’t hesitate to run a hand over her hips and tug her into him.

She ran a hand through his hair and pulled gently, which was nearly enough for him to forget his jealousy. 

He pulled away, ignoring the way his pants were tightening from just her kissing him. He removed himself from her grip and moved to sit down in the chair in front of their desk. 

“Who was that?” he repeated. 

She was quiet for a moment, and Gavin drummed his fingertips on his thigh. He was too much of a coward to look her in her eye when he got like this. 

“My coworker, Sam,” she replied calmly. “We’re working on a project together, and he wanted my input.”

Gavin rolled his eyes, “That’s not the only thing he wanted.”

She sat on the edge of her desk, situating herself neatly between his thighs. She hummed, “You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that right?”

She had a playful look on her face, and he knew he was being fucking ridiculous. But still…

“When someone who looks like that is basically spooning you, I’m going to ask questions,” he snapped, crossing his arms. 

His anger was a ruse… for the most part. A small part of him wanted her to convince him he had nothing to worry about. Even if he didn’t believe her. A larger part of him was thinking about the way her dress was hugging her figure just right. 

“Gavin,” she said softly as she leaned forward and ran her hands along his thighs. His resolve was crumbling, and his cock twitched in his pants. 

She called his name again, harsher this time. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her, and his breath hitched. 

“He’s just a coworker, nothing more,” she assured, her gaze stern, almost daring him to contradict her. 

“Did you know,” she began as she released his face, leaning forward and raking her hands up his thighs, “that these offices are soundproof.” 

He swallowed hard. “Really?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, undoing his belt. His cock was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans and she sure was taking her time to unbutton his pants and drag down his zipper. 

His breath quickened as she granted him mercy and released him from the tight confines of his uniform pants. She was otherworldly as she looked down at him and finally touched him, sultry and completely in control. He could’ve come just from her gaze alone. 

Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips, and he instinctively bucked his hips. She slowly pumped her hand, a devilish grin plastered on her face.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she teased, raising a brow. 

“Fuck off—”

His retort was cut off by her running a thumb over his sensitive head, spreading the precum that had begun to drip out. He let out a shaky whine. He gripped the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were turning white, and all he could focus on was her hands on him. 

She stroked him faster, squeezing him slightly and adding a twist of her wrist that had him letting out raspy moans. She leaned forward and clutched the back of the chair to steady herself. She kissed him fervently, and he groaned against her lips. 

Gavin threw his head back as she kissed and nipped his neck, no doubt leaving several hickies in her wake. He jutted his hips up to meet her heavenly strokes. God, he hadn’t even been here 15 minutes and he was already a moaning mess under her. He screwed his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of her, her, her…

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m— ah, I’m close—” 

Then, she stopped, and Gavin practically whimpered as she pulled away. He could hear her moving things around on her desk, but he kept his eyes shut, attempting to control his breathing. 

She cooed his name, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at her. She was sitting back in front of him, legs spread and holding a small ball of fabric in her hands. His cock jumped against his abdomen when he realized that it was her underwear. 

“Well? Are you going to fuck me or what?” 

He’d never bolted out of a chair so fast in his life. His lips were on hers, and he was pushing her back against the hard expanse of her desk within moments, trailing his hands over her curves. He reached down and slid his cock through her folds, groaning at how slick she was against him. 

She reached up and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck hard enough to rip his lips from hers. 

“Stop teasing,” she warned through gritted teeth before targeting the sensitive skin near the column of his throat. She always loved marking him up. A groan vibrated in his throat as she nipped wherever she could. 

He ran his cock through her folds once more before he pushed himself inside of her. They moaned in unison as he slid into her inch by inch until their hips were flush against one another. 

She felt heavenly against him, squeezing him just right. The plush skin of her thigh sunk beneath his fingertips as he grabbed her and started to rock his hips. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, breathy moans pushing past her lips. 

“Louder, sweetheart,” he muttered as he picked up his pace. “Let this whole goddamn office hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

She listened and leaned back to look him in the eyes as he fucked her. He hoped Sam could hear them from down the hall, even if it was unlikely. The thought filled him with smug satisfaction as he thrust harder into her. He was going to make sure she knew she was his. 

He reached down a hand and rubbed harsh circles against her clit, and she clenched against him, nearly pushing him over the edge. 

He had his hands resting on either side of her, giving him enough leverage to fuck her properly. She gripped onto his bicep, whining out, “Fuck— Gav, don’t stop— I’m so close!”

Her thighs clamp against his sides, trapping him, as she threw her head back and came with a strangled cry. She squeezed him as her release washed over her causing his thrusts to falter and become sloppy. 

He gripped her hips as he jutted into her as he came hard, filling her just how she liked. He sat sheathed inside of her for a moment while they both caught their breaths. 

He pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling out, relishing the way his cum flowed out of her. He gathered his release and pushed it back inside of her, eliciting a whine from his sweetheart as she clenched around his finger. 

He leans down and kisses her again, softer this time. She cups his face and brings him closer. It was the quiet moments after completely ruining her that he enjoyed the most. 

The buzzing of his phone in his back pocket caused him to pull away with a sigh. “That’s probably Tina,” he murmured against her lips. 

“Shame,” she grinned, and he pulled away and started making himself presentable. 

She stood on wobbly legs and pressed something against his chest. Gavin flushed when he grabbed it and felt the familiar lace of her underwear. He shoved them in his pocket, ignoring the inappropriate thoughts that were flooding his mind. “I’ll see you later tonight. Let me know if Tina gives you shit about the hickies,” she chuckled as she sat down at her desk. 

His cheeks were burning as he left Cyberlife tower, but he didn’t mind.

[vshushmshu]

space

“sweetness, are you okay?”

you blinked at the hand waving a foot from your face, careful not to get too close, just in case. when had you spaced? how long had he been standing there?

“yeah,” take a breath, and give the sun a little smile. it doesn’t buy it.

“hmm. you’re not as slick as you like to think you are, but it’s alright.”

your most half-assed grin thinned, and fingers of silicone ran through your hair. it helped you to focus, not get lost thinking up an acknowledgment, “gee, you gotta give me more credit, sunny. you wound me!”

a hand went to clutch your tight chest in an attempt at joking offense, and sun tilted their faceplate at you with soft clicking, fingers still fiddling with strands, “nope, cope and seethe. you’ll be fine. do you wanna talk about it, though? you’re barely breathing, dear.”

your face must’ve gone blank, done with the struggle of displaying a smile, because his hand retracted, eternal grin still in place. the sunny disposition never faltered, and maybe he was slicker than you after all, “it’s okay, i understand! just.. pick up the clothes you dropped, yes? maybe lie down after, friend. i’ll be trying my hand at birdwatching, if you need me! taking pictures of them is very fun we’ve found!! please call, if you need us.”

looking down, there was indeed a pile of laundry at your socked feet, as well as the plastic bin clattered to the floor. you both stared at the mess for a bit, until you finally picked it up, and sun made a noise of approval, “thanks, man. um.. yeah, i’ll do that. hope you find cool birds. thanks.”

the animatronic stared as you walked away with a yet again full laundry bin, and you faintly heard their faceplate clicking back into place, while you pushed the door to your room closed behind you. it never actually closed, always stayed cracked. there was no reason to fear a bit of space. you dumped the clothes onto your bed, then before folding, looked back at the door again.

everything was fine, but sun had walked off by now. chest moving, lungs never grazing ribs, breathe. your hands went to fold your clothes, but you forgot that you were very soon.

moon was less subtle.

maybe it was on purpose, you noted slowly, that sun had dimmed all the lights early. you never called to say you needed them. the moon stayed hovering over you somehow, despite being seated on the far end of the couch; well, not truly, like he could before, but still watching. he left space between the two of you, just in case, just like his counterpart tried to.

you were playing one of your more favored games, but the way you engaged with the little world in your screen grew robotic, ironically enough. you couldn’t remember the steps you had taken to do something after you had done it, and moon watched silently. your head tilted up at him finally, a memory of your earlier conversation blinking to life, “how was bird watching?”

the animatronic stayed still for a bit, then scooted closer on the couch in his usual slinky fashion, grinning forever, “fun. saw a couple that we don’t usually see. many birds come to the windows.”

you laughed lightly, quieter than your chortles and cackles, glancing down at your screen once more with a sluggish raise of your brows, “nice, birds don’t usually pop by for visits. i think you’re turning to snow white, buddy. or would it be aurora? y’know, with the whole sleeping beauty thing.”

he had crossed half the space between you two just by leaning forward before he paused, you watching in your peripheral, then stuck a thumb down at you, “unfunny. overused. unoriginal. do better.”

a roll of your eyes, and you pressed a button unenthusiastically, “oh, hardee har. i get at least half a point for trying my best.”

moon hummed, staying put now as he sat stoney, “you do. maybe even a whole one.”

you blinked, then looked up at him, silent for a little too long as you completely disregarded tragedy befalling the character you played through, “i do? you folded quick.”

their faceplate did a full rotation, and the bell of moon’s nightcap tinkered softly, “maybe. you seem tired.”

you switched your device off, figuring you were never progressing in anything more than bullshittery in the first place, and scratched at your scalp to try and soothe your ache, “yeah, i am.”

the bot’s fingers twitched, maybe. you couldn’t fully tell with how nothingness nibbled at your neural pathways, but moon stayed a few feet away from you, still. stayed still, “sleep?”

the hand scratching at your head instead dragged over your face, and you shrugged, recalling something dully to your moon sat by you, “dunno. i tried to after folding my clothes, but i started not, uh… feeling good. you turned down the lights too early, though. why?”

you couldn’t remember if you actually folded your clothes, though. moon stayed still, but you thought his smile had dimmed impossibly, “you’re not feeling good. why?”

you couldn’t tell if that was another question or the answer, and your eyes burned as you resigned on further investigation, gaze staying level as they dug into led’s, “dunno.”

“that’s okay,” his voice was hushed, clasping their own hands as the animatronic leaned back a bit, giving you space. you sank further into the couch cushions, and moon hummed, “roof? fresh air, it might help. helps us.”

a tilt of your head, a bit of a smile when you wondered distantly if you were picking up their mannerisms, “you have lungs?”

moon tilted their head to mirror yours, rolling his eyes as sarcasm coated their voice box thick, “haha. want to?”

a cool toned hand occupied the air between the both of you on the couch, and you shifted your attention to stare at it for a moment. the moon was patient, and you had no reason to fear, now. your bedroom door was still cracked, no reason to fear, “sure. if i get yelled at by the landlady though, i’m blaming you guys.”

you laced your fingers with the robot’s tentatively, your closed palms creating a seam of skin and silicone, and moon leaned over to finally close the space. a huff of a laugh left you when he bonked their smile to the top of your head, and maybe it stretched, “mhm, shall we?”

raising your brow, you got up from the warm cushions to follow your interlinked hands, “wow, so formal! like we don’t share the same bed-”

the animatronic’s other hand went up to your cheek, pinching lightly while you snickered, “shush. then, leggo.”

the sun was just about set by now, but the moon still made sure to stay curled up in the shadows, with you sat in his lap of starry clown pantaloons. you watched the sky change colors, slowly going dark with actual stars popping up, now. arms held you, relaxed as the edge of their faceplate rested on your head, turning with you to look at what you were looking at. it was peaceful.

your fingers fiddled with theirs, and moon didn’t seem to mind. it was nice to have company as you stared at the constellations emerging as they did every night, “space is cool.”

the bot let out a low hum, pinkie tightening when yours hooked to it, “yeah, we like looking at the sky. one of the things that feels real. better?”

nodding, you let your body sink into theirs, and the hold around you tightened a bit. you thought about sticky, glow in the dark stars on the daycare ceiling. in, then out, “mhm. i can, uh.. breathe, i guess.”

“that’s good. told you,” a thumb ran over the knuckles of your other hand, as if recounting how your bone felt. it felt real.

you rolled your eyes, smiling a little easier, “will you ever stop being so smug?”

“nuh uh. funny,” moon shifted you to face him, and you raised your brows at him. fingers of plastic and metal smoothed them back down, and you stuck your tongue out at him while he held your face, grinning, “and you can breathe. happy.”

something in you squeezed, and you reached out your arms to him to be held close again, cheek pressed to their chassis to hear the quiet buzzing of machinery while hands rubbed circles into your back, “pfft- thanks.”

the moon giggled when you leaned away a bit just for a moment, pulling his faceplate closer to place a smooch between his eyes, just to further enunciate gratitude, “of course, star.”

blinking between bouts of unconsciousness in a bed surprisingly not littered with laundry, you took a breath as you watched the light starting to dance into your room. the sun had risen halfway by now, and you squinted at the animatronic closing the bedroom window.

“sun,” you grumbled, and their head swiveled to meet your half-asleep squint, rays spinning.

his voice was hushed, something rare, “close your eyes, friend. you stayed up late.”

still, he walked over when you reached your hands out for him, catching them before they hit the blankets once more in their laziness. it took you a minute to open your eyes again, and you could hear the sun laughing softly at you while you blinked some more in defiance, “wha’ever. bring your stupid, shit-eating grin closer.”

one hand easily held the two of yours, while the other went to clutch the plain shirt over their chassis, “language. you wound me, dear! yet, i must heed your call…”

their plastic forehead almost bumped against yours, but sun still kept in mind space. so, whilst actively ignoring his reprimanding, you strained up just the slightest to bump against it, “you mustn’t do anything, just wanna. closer.”

the sun let out a dramatic sigh, rays inching into his faceplate to accommodate while he hesitantly closed space, “gosh, we hate it when you’re smug. happy?”

“mhm, you just hate it when i’m right, which is all the time,” your hands left his hold to brush fingers to the corners of his smile, one of your own spreading when the animatronic leaned into the touch, hovering over your laid form. when you pressed a smooch between his eyes, same as a couple hours before, you could practically see the struggle it took to not let his rays twirl. you weren’t afraid of space, of nicks from joy, but you didn’t bring it up. restraint was a habit, it seemed.

the sun laughed, “sure, uhuh. keep thinking that,” but didn’t move away in the slightest, which you appreciated. it was warm.

“y’know, you keep yourself too far away, sometimes,” well, never mind then. guess your sleep-deprived brain was, in fact, bringing it up.

he paused, still for a moment, but still didn’t move away. still, his smile remained, “apologies, sweetness. we forget that you humans have that skin hunger of yours!”

your face twisted, and you played up your disgust at the new piece of vocabulary, while sun snickered at your weak punch to his shoulder, “ewww, what the hell!! what does that even mean?? never say that again!”

“we will absolutely say it again,” their grin seemed to stretch while you scowled playfully, then your hands balled into fists to rub at your still-bleary eyes.

fingers carded through your hair, scratching your scalp in a way that had you stretching into the blankets, eyes still half-lidded, “mean. and here i was trying to say i love you. and thanks.”

the pleasant massage continued after a brief falter, rays now farther away from your face spinning like a damn fan, a fact which you only noticed due to the slightest breeze that picked up, “you already said one of those things… but we love you too, obviously.”

the sun leaned down again to press its smile to your forehead, and your own glee practically split your face. it didn’t matter anymore, if the door stayed cracked or closed, for there was no need to fear a bit of space. you guys were warm, and safe.

“soooo, love me enough to stay in bed?”

“oh! but, i had a recipe i wanted to try out! and-“

“…”

“…okay, fine! stop looking at me like that!”

“YES!!”

“you’d probably explode my oven, anyways..”

“oh shush! i thought we agreed it was our oven!”

“well… pfft- WAIT NO, OKAY!! OUR OVEN!!”

“that’s what we thought!”

“..skin hunger-er.”

“get out.”

[ masterpost ]

[underratedandoverit]

You Have My Heart

973 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just a sweet, cute, fluffy moment. its slightly spicy at first but it turns sweet really fast. thats pretty much all, i just needed kip in this position to say "i love you" 💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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He didn’t stop the hands messing with his shirt buttons, Kip just watching them being opened and him being stripped out of his shirt with a familiar ease. As soon as Cassidy threw the piece of clothing to the side, his hands were on Kip’s exposed chest, pushing him down against the bed. The Brit didn’t resist at all, allowing the blond to straddle his waist with ease, leaning down for a kiss.

The hands brushed up his chest, briefly cupping Kip’s cheeks before continuing up into his hair. He let out a needy whine against the touch, feeling Cassidy smiling into the kiss, refusing Kip to get in a word or a moment to think as he deepened the kiss, pressing Kip harder against the mattress.

Kip had to be honest, tonight he wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to get Cassidy this invested in him. It wasn’t anything unusual that their nights together ended like this, but more often than not he had at least made an effort to push the blond’s buttons, to get himself put into a situation like this. Today he hadn’t even tried, and yet here they were. Cassidy’s tongue deep in his mouth, Kip unable to make a single protest about getting topped like this, being played by Cassidy as his hands ran through Kip’s hair, knowing the sensation was overwhelming to him at moments like this.

Only after Cassidy broke apart the kiss and moved his lips along Kip’s jaw line, hands grabbing the hold of his hands as he pinned them down above Kip’s head like this was a practiced nightly routine, he was able to let out a sound resembling actual words.

“Clementine…”

Cassidy smiled against his skin, pressing a quick little kiss against his neck, knowing it being Kip’s favorite spot. The moan he got back made him raise his head up, smiling down at Kip’s hazy look. He was already losing control.

“Yeah? You want something?”

Kip nodded his head, watching as Cassidy stole a quick kiss from his lips before stopping to hover over his face, clearly waiting for him to continue. It wasn’t odd for Kip to ask him something in these situations, the rare part was for Cassidy to actually give him what he wanted, when he wanted it. It would happen eventually, of course, as it always did, but only after Cassidy had decided Kip had deserved it and they had played this game of making him weak and begging for long enough.

“I…”

The words disappeared from his mind, Kip just staring back at him. Cassidy tilted his head, looking more curious than anything. It wasn’t unusual that Kip was at a loss of words when put in this position, but this time something felt different. Instead of Kip being stuck in a spot where his mind was reeling so fast he couldn’t keep up with it and the over stimulation, he seemed to be actually carefully thinking what he wanted to say tonight.

Cassidy clicked his tongue at him as the silence continued.

“Maybe I should kiss you a little more until you make up your mind, hmm?”

Kip hesitantly nodded again, Cassidy leaning in. Lips pressing against his, it was almost as if the words were suddenly in Kip’s mouth, finally free from his throat, ready to be let out.

“I,” he started between the kisses, Cassidy pulling slightly away to give him the space to free his thoughts. “I-I. I love you.”

The blond froze for a second, Kip almost afraid he had said the wrong thing as he saw the intense eyes widening at him for a moment. As fast as it happened though the expression was gone from Cassidy’s face, being replaced by a content, soft smile as he pulled away, retreating his hands from Kip’s as Cassidy cupped his face.

“…Do you mean that?”

Kip blinked blankly at him a few times, the suddenly softer atmosphere landing into the room swallowing him and his mind for a moment. The way Cassidy shifted from wanting to mess him up so badly to melting at his words, those three simple words, was almost so fast it was giving Kip a severe whiplash.

He nodded his head again finally.

“O-of course I do.” The words were struggling to come out of his mouth again, a soft blush creeping its way on his face as Kip felt Cassidy brush his thumbs over his cheeks, looking down at him with a sweet smile crossing his entire face. “I… I just…”

“I’ve never heard you say that here before.”

Kip didn’t have time to reply to him as Cassidy leaned in for a kiss. A much softer than the ones before that, but filled with just as much passion and love for him as always. As Cassidy finally pulled away, Kip had to take a moment to get his mind to be coherent again. It wasn’t unusual, but something about it felt just a little bit different than before. Good, but different.

“I love you too.” Cassidy’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as he leaned his forehead against Kip’s, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, as if trying to remember the Brit’s scent in the moment. “And I…”

It was odd for Cassidy to be at a loss of words in their intimate moments like this, making a quick shot of panic run through Kip, thinking he had done or said something wrong. But those fears were quickly wiped away, as if Cassidy was able to read the fears from his mind, as he softly chuckled, pressing a quick peck on Kip’s lips, one that he subconsciously tried to chase after.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I will do anything. For you. I promise.”

[callsign-owl]

Resistance to Interrogation - Part 4

This is a continuation of Resistance to Interrogation - Part 3

Unknown Location - August 2019

The silence stretched endlessly, broken only by Owl’s ragged breathing. The dull ache in his mangled toes and bruised hand was a constant, gnawing companion, as he tried to focus on the distant, faint hope of rescue.

The sound of the door opening shattered the oppressive quiet. Owl tensed reflexively, listening to the approaching footsteps. There was no rush, no urgency. Then the blindfold was yanked away, and Owl blinked against the harsh light, his vision swimming as his eyes adjusted. The familiar figure of one of his captors stood before him, his sharp eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

“Thought you might want to hear this,” the man said, his voice as smooth and detached as ever. He crouched down in front of Owl, holding a smartphone, his thumb hovering over the play button. “I’m sure you’ll find it… enlightening.”

The man pressed play and Percy’s voice filled the room, crisp, somposed and utterly unmistakable.

“I’m not negotiating with terrorists,” Percy said, his tone clipped and cold. “If you think threatening me with harming my brother will change my stance, you’re mistaken. My position is firm.”

Owl’s breath hitched, his pulse pounding in his ears. The sound of his brother’s voice, so calm and resolute, cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

“You’d let your brother die?” a second voice asked. Owl recognized it immediately as belonging to one of his captors.

“There’s no assurance that paying will even guarantee his safety,” Percy replied without hesitation. “And even if it did, I won’t fund or encourage acts of terrorism.”

The call ended abruptly, the sharp click of the line disconnecting filling the room before the recording stopped. The silence that followed was suffocating. Percy’s words weren’t a surprise. They were exactly what Owl would have expected from his older brother: cold, calculating and pragmatic to a fault. It was how Percy had always operated, viewing the world through the lens of risk and reward. Owl also knew the captor had played the recording to hurt him, to sow doubt and despair. But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

Owl could almost see his brother,  hanging up the phone after that conversation, brushing it off, moving on to his next task like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But even as anger roiled in his chest, another voice surfaced, quieter but insistent. Price’s words, steady and unwavering, cut through the haze of fury. “We can’t teach you how to be invincible, but we can teach you how to hold the line long enough to make it count.”

Hold the line. That’s what this was about, wasn’t it? Survival wasn’t about being the strongest or the smartest: it was about endurance. About weathering the storm long enough for help to arrive or for an opportunity to escape. And as much as Owl wanted to hate Percy right now, he couldn’t shake the thought that maybe—just maybe—this was all part of a plan.

The captor leaned in close, his smirk widening as he studied Owl’s face. “Tough pill to swallow, isn’t it? Knowing your own brother would rather let you rot than spare a fraction of his wealth. Must sting.”

Owl inhaled slowly, forcing himself to suppress the anger bubbling inside him. Lashing out now would only make things worse. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint smirk despite the throbbing pain coursing through his body.

“Stings less than you’d think,” Owl rasped, his voice hoarse but steady. “You clearly don’t know Percy.”

The captor’s smirk faltered slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Owl shifted slightly against the wall. He met the captor’s gaze with a glint of defiance. “You’re going about this the wrong way. You think Percy cares about me? About family?” He chuckled bitterly, the sound dry and hollow. “Percy cares about one thing: his reputation. His image he’s spent his entire life polishing.”

The captor’s brow furrowed, his sharp eyes narrowing as he processed Owl’s words. Owl seized the moment, pressing on. “You want him to pay?” Owl continued, his voice gaining strength. “Hit him where it hurts. Make him look weak. Make him look vulnerable. Percy would rather set himself on fire than let the world see a crack in his perfect facade.”

The captor straightened slightly, his expression unreadable. “Go on.”

Owl took another measured breath, his mind racing as he pieced together his gambit. “Leak the videos and that phonecall. Let the world see how he treats his own family. Let the world see what a cold and calculating bastard he truly is.”

The captor’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. “You’re suggesting we embarrass your brother?”

“I’m suggesting you give him a reason to care,” Owl replied sharply. “If the world sees him as a man who abandons his own brother, it’ll ruin him. His business, his influence, his carefully curated empire, it all crumbles. That’s what Percy fears most. Not losing me but losing control.”

The room fell into a tense silence, the air heavy with unspoken possibilities. The captor regarded Owl for a long moment, his sharp eyes gleaming with interest. “You’re a clever one,” he said finally, his tone laced with grudging admiration.

Owl didn’t respond. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm as he tried to mask the exhaustion and pain clawing at the edges of his resolve. He wasn’t sure if his gambit had landed the way he intended, but the faint twitch of amusement in the man’s expression suggested he had at least piqued his interest.

The captor stood, dropped a plastic bottle of water next to Owl and, without another word, strode to the door and out of the room. The water was as unexpected as it was deliberate. Owl exhaled shakily, his body sagging against the cold concrete wall. For the first time, the captor left Owl without blindfolding him. The bottle gleamed in the harsh overhead light, mocking him with its proximity. His throat burned with thirst, each swallow feeling like sandpaper against raw flesh.

Owl began to maneuver and with painstaking effort, he managed to nudge the bottle closer to himself using the edge of his foot. Hands still bound behind his back, Owl gripped the bottle between his knees and tried opening the cap with his mouth. Eventually, the cap gave way  and Owl tilted the bottle upward, the water splashing against his lips and into his parched mouth. The first sip was euphoric. He gulped greedily, ignoring the sharp ache in his ribs as he drank. The water was lukewarm, but it might as well have been ambrosia for how it soothed his dry, burning throat. When the bottle was empty, Owl let it fall to the floor with a dull thunk. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. The dull ache in his body merged with the haze of exhaustion, dragging him into an uneasy, restless sleep.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The sound of the door opening jolted Owl awake. His head snapped up, his heart racing as adrenaline coursed through him. Owl blinked, his exhaustion-clouded mind struggling to process what he was seeing. Price strolled in first, his hands casually in his pockets, Ghost followed closely behind. Neither of them seemed remotely like men who had just stormed a hostile location to rescue a teammate.

Owl stared at them, his gaze darting between Price and Ghost. The realization hit Owl like a sledgehammer. This wasn’t a real kidnapping. This wasn’t life or death. It was all part of the training: a meticulously constructed, cruelly immersive simulation. His bruises, his broken toes, the pain in his mangled hand, all of it was real. But the threat of death? The stakes? They’d been manufactured. A carefully orchestrated scenario designed to push him to his absolute limits.

“You've got to be kidding me,” Owl muttered, his voice hoarse and raw. “This… this was all you?”

Price tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint, unapologetic smirk. “Aye, it was.”

Owl let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, though it came out more as a wheeze. His mind raced, trying to process the sheer audacity of what he had just endured. Ghost knelt beside him, silently cutting through the zip ties binding Owl’s wrists and ankles. The sharp release of tension made Owl’s muscles tremble involuntarily.

“You’re out of your bloody minds,” Owl rasped, shaking his head as he flexed his freed wrists, the deep grooves left by the restraints raw and tender. “You submitted me to actual torture. Who does that?”

Ghost straightened, his dark eyes unreadable behind the balaclava. “People who need to make sure you can handle the worst,” he said matter-of-factly, tossing the severed zip ties aside.

Owl’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with frustration. He wanted to lash out, to vent his anger at being subjected to this hellish ordeal, but there was a part of him—a small, infuriating part—that understood the logic behind it.

Price crouched down to Owl’s level, his voice dropping to a level of calm authority. “You passed the test. You didn’t just endure. You adapted. You used your mind. Even when you were at your lowest, you didn’t give up. Instead, you outplayed your captors. Gave them just enough to keep them off balance while you held on. That’s what matters.”

Owl exhaled sharply, leaning his head back against the cold concrete wall. The reality of what he’d just been through was still sinking in, the pain in his body grounding him in the undeniable truth of it all. “So what now?” he asked after a moment, his voice low and tired.

“Consider your RTI training completed,” Price said with a grin, clapping Owl on the back. “Now let’s get you patched up.”

Owl winced at the contact, the pain from his bruised and battered body flaring up in response. He gave Price a weary glare, though there was no real malice behind it. “I’m fine,” Owl muttered, his voice still rough. “Just give me some painkillers, and I’ll walk it off.”

Price raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You're not fine Owl. Don’t be daft.”

Owl sighed, running a hand through his sweat-matted hair. The adrenaline was fading now, leaving the full weight of his injuries pressing down on him. His hand throbbed with every pulse of his heartbeat, and his mangled toes sent sharp jolts of pain up his leg with the slightest movement. Still, his stubborn streak flared. “I’ve had worse.”

Price's eyes locked onto Owl’s with an intensity that brokered no argument. “Listen here, lad,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “You’ve proved you’re tough. You’ve proved you can handle yourself under pressure. But being tough doesn’t mean being stupid. You need proper medical attention, and you’re going to get it, whether you like it or not.”

Owl opened his mouth to protest again, but Ghost cut him off with a low growl. “You’re not proving anything by acting like a bloody martyr. Take the help.”

Owl clenched his jaw, his frustration warring with the undeniable truth of their words. Finally, he exhaled sharply and gave a reluctant nod. “Fine. But no hospital. Just patch me up here.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The first thing Owl noticed when they emerged from the bunker was the faint but unmistakable hum of the city. The realization hit him like a second wave of disorientation. They hadn’t even left London. All this time, he’d been a stone’s throw from his flat, from safety, from normalcy. The sheer audacity of it left him stunned.

Price’s voice cut through his thoughts, calm and matter-of-fact. “We’ll debrief at your place. Closest option.”

Owl turned to face him, his eyebrows shooting up. “My place?” His voice was hoarse but laced with incredulity.

Price smirked faintly, adjusting his cap as they walked. “Don’t see the problem. We’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

Owl exhaled sharply. He was too drained to argue, though his reluctance was evident in his posture. “Fine,” he muttered.

The three of them navigated the city streets in relative silence. When they finally reached Owl’s flat, he hesitated for a moment outside the door, his hand resting on the key. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by the state of the place, it was a flat, not a palace, but this was his space. His sanctuary. And now Price and Ghost were about to step into it. With a resigned sigh, Owl unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping aside to let them in.

The flat was exactly as Owl had left it: a cluttered mess that somehow made it distinctly his. Price and Ghost stepped inside, their eyes scanning the space with quick, practiced movements. Owl watched them, a flicker of defensiveness creeping in as they took in their surroundings.

Price’s gaze lingered on the stack of mismatched books piled haphazardly on a side table, their spines cracked and titles faded. Ghost’s eyes moved to the small collection of mugs scattered across various surfaces, most of them half-full of what Owl suspected was now some kind of biological experiment. Neither man said a word, though Owl could feel the unspoken judgment hanging in the air.

“Well,” Owl muttered, closing the door behind him with a thud, “welcome to my humble abode.”

Price glanced over his shoulder, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Cozy,” he remarked dryly, his tone carrying just enough sarcasm to make Owl scowl.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly plan on hosting anyone,” Owl shot back, moving toward the couch. sinking into it with a wince. His entire body protested the movement, but he was too stubborn to let it show

Price chuckled softly, settling onto a chair opposite Owl. “ We're not here for tea and biscuits anyway. It's time to debrief. You know the drill by now. No point skipping it, even if you’d rather we did.”

“Fine,” Owl sighed, “Let’s get it over with.”

Price leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. His tone shifted, becoming more direct. “First things first. You handled yourself well. You endured and you adapted. You used your wits and your training and stayed sharp when it mattered most. That’s what we were looking for. ”

Then Price's demeanor shifted to something quieter, more introspective. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hands together as if searching for the right words. “You’ve got every right to be angry,” Price continued “What we put you through wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t fair. But it was necessary. We needed to know how you’d react when there was no script, no backup. Just you, on your own, with nothing to fall back on.”

Owl didn’t say anything. He leaned back against the couch, his body sinking deeper into the worn cushions. His head tilted slightly, his gaze fixed on a crack in the ceiling. The exhaustion etched into his features made him seem older, wearier, than he had any right to be. “You know,” Owl said finally, his voice quiet but firm, “I get it. Why you had to do it that way, to be able to figure out how I’d actually react when there’s no safety net.” He turned his head slightly to meet Price’s gaze. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Price nodded slowly, his expression serious but not without understanding. “I wouldn’t expect you to,” he admitted.

Owl exhaled sharply before he broke the silence again. “You included Percy in this.” It wasn’t a question but a statement laced with faint hint disbelief. His gaze shifted between Price and Ghost. “How hard—or probably more likely, how easy—was it to convince him to play along?”

A flicker of amusement crossed Price’s face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Surprisingly, harder than you’d think,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Your brother wasn’t keen on the idea. Thought it was a bad call.”

Owl let out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course he did.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Let me guess, he didn’t think I could handle it. Thought I’d crack under the pressure.”

Price hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Basically yes. He believed it would do more harm than good."

Owl let out a soft, bitter laugh. “That’s Percy for you. Always assuming I’m not up to the task. Always convinced he knows best.”

Price’s lips twitched in a faint smirk, but his expression quickly turned serious again. “Thing is, once he understood what we were trying to achieve, he relented and played his part.”

Owl let out a dry laugh. “Let me tell you something: Percy didn’t relent because he believed in your little plan. He did it because he wanted to prove you wrong. So that he could ride in on his high horse and tell you both ‘I told you so,’ and still look like the reasonable one in the end.

Price raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he studied Owl. “You really think that’s why he agreed?”

“I don’t think,” Owl replied, his tone sharp with certainty. “I know. Percy doesn’t ‘relent’ or 'care'. He calculates and controls  That’s his lifeblood. He needs to be the smartest person in the room, the one pulling the strings. If he thinks you’re stepping into his territory, he’ll dig in just to remind you who’s really in charge.”

The room fell into a tense silence and Price exchanged a glance with Ghost. Finally, it was Ghost who broke the silence, his voice low and steady. “Doesn’t matter why he did it. What matters is you proved him wrong.”

The debrief stretched on, delving deeper into every facet of Owl's ordeal. Price and Ghost dissected the critical moments, analyzing Owl's decisions and thought processes. They probed Owl about his reactions, his emotions, and the split-second calculations that had guided him. Though the feedback was constructive, it was relentless, peeling back every layer until Owl felt as exposed as he had in the bunker.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Price eventually said, got up from his chair and adjusted his boonie. "Get some rest. We expect you back in Hereford in 5 days."

Ghost followed Price's lead and moved towards the door. At the threshold he turned back. “Maybe clean up this flat while you’re at it. It’s a bloody health hazard.” With those words Ghost closed the door behind him and Owl listened as the sound of their footsteps faded away in the distance.

[fizzingwizard]

I bought Life and Death! It was cheaper than they originally were charging here for Lovestruck - not sure if that's because they realized the amount they were asking for was bonkers or because the exchange rate isn't as bad... it was still more expensive than it used to be though. Was it worth it?

Well I COULDN'T TELL YOU because first I had to restart the EA app fiiiiive timesssss. Then once I finally loaded up the main menu, I got a huge splash page ad for the Reaper Event... you know, the event that absolutely nothing will trigger in my game. There was a button that said "Play Event" so I clicked it and hoped I might now get a chance... but nope! Still no event. Lol. Whatever at least I have the new pack!

Go into my game and the first thing I notice is this:

So first they create an in-game purchasing feature, and ad an obnoxious little light to it THAT NEVER SHUTS OFF. And NOW we also get IN-GAME ADS. At least it's small?? I guess????????

But oh how misleading. If I didn't know better (bc EA smells like dirty socks), I might have thought this button would lead me to the gallery where I could download a cute nursery for my house! Nice try EA! (I was temporarily fearful that I wouldn't be able to get rid of this pop-up without clicking the button. It didn't go away when I changed screens. But hovering over the text worked so... at least we're safe from that. For now.)

Next I found this...

😭 I had two copies of Ravenwoodddddddd. And one them was EMPTY. rrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh

Then this sorcery went down:

My sims got REALLY slow. Like "stand in a room for an in-game hour before moving one step" slow.

They all insisted on Judging Decor above all over actions and any time I deleted it from the queue, it reappeared. Over and over over.

Then this sim's queue filled up like the above and deleting it lead to first her frozen over the toilet, then her T-posing, and then she teleported on her own, still T-posing, to another room.

also genuinely can't work out if that line on the seam of the sleeve is a detail or a glitch. it's on every swatch

I quit and tried repair game soooooo. We'll see I guess. Lol. This is what our money buys us 🙃 Thanks EA such a great job. Go on breaking (vanilla!) games and pleading with us to buy more content at the same time.

[chaosmultiverse]

Stanley's hand drifts along Thursday's desk and to a pen, which he can't help but fidget with, pushing down on its button, up and down, click, click, click, it wasn't something he was thinking of doing, it was something he founs himself doing, it grounded him.

Stanley sits with that for a moment, what Cyrus said, himself covered in blood, Cyrus hovering over a dying body with Doomsday there, watching then probably getting revenge... Cyrus probably dying too...

Both of them cared if Stanley died. That was a weight Stanley wasn't used to baring, Narrator needed him yes but Narrator could and would kill him over and over with no issue, Stanley would always come back and they'd do it again, Stanley's life, a pulse in his veins and air in his lungs had been utterly worthless until now...

Now there were people who cared.

"You'd run a sword thorugh someone's head if they hurt me?" Was what raced it's way out of Stanley's mouth, he sounded touched but confused, he... Could tell that Cyrus tried very hard to like him and be kind, he had made that pretty clear but Stanley didn't expect Cyrus to go out of his way for him or be nearly as willing to physically hurt someone as Doomsday was.

"That's probably the wrong thing to focus on, sorry. I... You probably have a point, I probably would have, still wish there had been something else I could have done..." He... He would have probably rather have lost the arm than leave Cyrus with the injuries he had. His comfort with harm and hurting people was like a wild roulette between either alarmingly okay with even extreme violence or a extreme aversion to it, guilt even for necessary violence.

Stanley is watching Cyrus make the tea. Tea that was caffeinated would make him blood thirsty, how did anything caffeinated get in this office? Stanley knew he hadn't brought anything like that, then to his knowledge it was just Thursday and Doomsday and a few people who Stanley hadn't met yet. There was also Cyrus himself, but Stanley wasn't willing to consider Cyrus being that careless, someone else, someone who probably didn't know? Yeah, probably.

Stanley lets out a laugh, he didn't mean to but there was something so silly and endaring that Cyrus was sat there, drinking tea, thought to himself 'hm something is wrong with this' and kept drinking it because he likes tea that much, that sounded like something he'd do himself with something he liked.

"Well I'm glad that tea didn't go to waste, what's a arm & a eye to-" Stanley stopped mid way through his attempt at a joke, like it had just hit him what he was saying "...A cup of tea... I- that was funny in my head, sorry."

Stanley took the cup with a smile and a nod, taking a sip of the tea right away, Stanley's expression quickly went thorugh surprise, then a little panic and then calm as he for the first time in... So long, drank something hot, all he had been able to find in his office was water coolers and soda in machines that he had died a few times knocking over to try to get at the cans, not to mention the amount of times he had tried to drink something only to dry drown only a minute or two later because his body didn't remember even how to do basic functions, that... He wasn't sure, it was less time, like under a 1000 years that he had been moving around, using his arms and whatnot, making newer choices, it had been after he decided to return, decided a proper sequel was what he wanted, gotten that 'test achievement'

"I like it, thank you for the tea Cyrus." Stanley said, calm and content like his brain wasn't trying to remember the sensation of hot things, drinks and food, in his mouth, trying to get his brain to not panic or think of the baby burning game, his more recent experience with higher temperatures.

"...It'd be rude to ask what the needle teeth are for, won't it?" Stanley mumbled, more to himself than Cyrus, it was a odd feature at least to him.

He dipped the shortbread in his tea, softing it up, he didn't want to choke on food right now like he had with the cardboard cake incident, he had caused enough worry. Worry he didn't really know how to handle, he was looking at the cup instead of Cyrus as he voiced more of his fears, of what coulf have happened.

Bloody dead Stanley on the forest floor, Cyrus, probably dead a few feat away, Doomsday left alone having seen everything and doing in Cyrus. His own Narrator, wherever he was, alone, talking to himself, no one listening...

'The end is never the end is never the end is never the end-'

"I... I don't know if I can or not, there isn't exactly a manual to being the protagonist in some looping story that requires coming back everytime... For all I know my own Narrator had to fix me up everytime, or maybe I just mentally jumped into other Stanley's with other Narrators and... I'm rambling. Sorry."

I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry there wasn't another option, I'm sorry to bring him up, I'm sorry I look like your dead friend, that's probably making this worse, I'm sorry I don't know anything helpful. Sorry.

Stanley feels his gut drop and tie itself into knots when Cyrus opens the door, when he sees the damage he had done to Cyrus's eye, sure Doomsday had probably done more of the damage but hers was cleaner, a single hit from a large and assumed sharp weapon, meanwhile... Stanley's was messy, and repeated and... His fault, it was his fault Cyrus got hurt in that situation.

Stanley's expression very visibly shoes this guilt, Stanley's eyes widen when he spots the damage, his neutral frown goes a little deeper as he seems to be tripping over some words.

Stanley nods, mummering "Hello." And going to the seat he was directed to.

He nods again, some tea would earnestly be nice, even if he didn't deserve it "I... Could be doing better, honestly, I... Haven't had a long term injury in... Forever, basically." He corrected, he hoped that being honest would encourge Cyrus to do the same, because he doubted he was 'fine', that eye didn't look fine.

"I... Uh." Stanley wasn't sure how to reply to that, in his head the script would now be brush off the situation, take the apology and move on, he didn't know where this script was form or who wrote it or why it was so hot wired in his head, but he won't give into that today because holy hell he was confused.

"...That definitely wasn't either of our best moments... I- Your uh, sister? Said something about poison or drugs or something? I was getting hazy at that point, that's why you weren't yourself, yes?" He wasn't gonna ask about the Curator part of that yet, that felt not too relevant at the moment.

"And hey uh, I'm not mad you didn't mention you weren't human, honestly... I've kinda juat assumed if someone is or was a Narrator they're at least supernatural if not some sort of alien or interdimensional something or another, I'm just... Surprised by the details of that." The teeth were a very unpleasant surprise, his arm was still occasionally twitching a bit, one of them probably hit a nerve or something.

Stanley looked down at his arm, and then back at Cyrus

"And hey, I'm not broken up about the arm thing, I mean... Ha- uh- sorry, uh, um..." Stanley had thought of a funny, to him, but probably deeply inappropriate and probably hurtful.

"...I do forgive you, it is... Weird right now, I dunno if fine, but it's... Okay." Or it would be, maybe, he wasn't honestly sure, hey maybe he'd have cool scars now, he could say he had fought a... Something, not Cyrus.

"By the way, uh, sorry that Doomsday kicked you, that was... You weren't dangerous at all at, I mean, the sword was- I'm sorry you got hurt too, I should have been able to stop that, make sure neither of you got hurt."

[yandere--stuck]

hi so i'm so sorry if you don't take requests for it but i saw a post for it so i assume you dO- again so sorry if you don't, but, could you do either Yandere Cesar (+ Mark is optional ^^) x reader or Yandere Jonah and Adam x reader, for Mandela Catalogue? again i am so sorry if you don't want to write this or even don't prefer any poly requests!! -Backrooms Anon

Don't worry about it! I LOVE poly yanderes!!! I hope you like it! c:

Note: This isn’t my actual headcanon on what I think Alternates do to their human counterparts, but I thought it'd be an interesting take.

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You cracked your neck as you stepped inside your home, letting the bags you had packed fall to the floor to be taken care of later when you had gotten some rest and your back didn't hurt as much.

Despite your initial hesitancy on taking a small vacation out of town, you had found yourself glad you had taken it. It was fun, relaxing, and you didn't have to worry about any Alternates for a whole week! You had hoped that the whole situation would be dealt with by the time you got back, but beggars can't be choosers. And nothing in your home seemed different or tampered with, so you didn't have to worry about robbers or Alternates coming inside while you were away.

Sighing, you moved to turn on the television, before pausing, finger hovering just above the button… Before deciding against it. Better safe than sorry.

You turned, spotting your home phone on one of the side tables next to the couch. You'd check your messages! A much better way to check on the outside world, anyway. Your friends had clambered on about wanting to hear about everything you did on your trip. Plus, it was a good idea to check up on them and see if you had missed anything.

You'd preferred to answer your messages upstairs, so you could relax on your bed as you listened, but you were far too antsy to catch up on what you missed. Hitting the voicemail button, an electronic voice spoke in stilted tones. "You have 20 new messages."

You made a face at the machine, brows furrowed in confusion. Twenty? Had you forgotten to tell someone you were leaving? Had you told them the wrong dates?

The phone beeped. "Message one."

"Hey, it's Mark. Uh, I know it's really late and you're probably gone by now, but, uh… You know, buddy system stuff and shit. Um… Cesar said something happened with his mom. I think she's gonna be okay, but he said he's on his way to the hospital. He, uh, asked me to set up his cameras and stuff to, y'know, keep watch, I guess, and see if he can see the thing that might've did it, so… Yeah." You heard him chuckle a bit. "So, if I don't leave another message, uh… Something got me, I guess. I really hope you're still home, holy shit, heh. But, it should be fine. Alright. Bye."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Mark's message, a smile rising to your lips. He and Cesar were some of your closest friends in the county. Man, you three went way back. In fact, out of everything you could have missed on the trip, you missed their company most. Just hearing Mark's voice again made your chest bloom with warmth. 

You clicked to message 2.

"Alright, update. Um… I'm not dead, so that's good. Cameras are all set up. I hate going in his house, but hey, what are friends for? Cesar hasn't gotten back to me about his mom, but maybe he fell asleep over there or something, I dunno. But, uh, just wanted to let you know everything worked out so you're not freaking or anything. I'm on my way home now."

You knew everything would have likely worked out fine, but you couldn't help but feel a little relieved at Mark's confirmation. But, if that was the end, then what were the other messages for?

Message 3.

"It found me, it found me, it found me," Mark's whispered hurriedly, voice straining. "It was in his home. It was in his fucking home and it found me and it followed me home."

You felt your stomach drop, a sick, dark feeling burrowing into your abdomen.

"It- It tried to get his mom and now it wants me. I- I called the cops, though, so… So, I think I'll be okay. I just… I know you're not there, but- but I need you. I need you and Cesar. I… When you get back, I wanted to tell you… No, I'll… I'll tell you when you get back. I promise."

Message 4.

"They're still not here. I… I can hear it. I can hear it. It doesn't sound Human. They… I know I'm probably scaring you, and that's dangerous, but, I need… I need to tell someone. Because, when I'm talking to you, when I think I am, it feels less scary. It sounds like a recording. It keeps stuttering and the pitch keeps changing. I can't stand it. I'm really, really hoping they get here soon."

Message 5.

"It's night. It's night and they're still not fucking here. They couldn't have forgotten about me! Or could they? I- I dunno. I tried calling Cesar but he's still not answering. And neither is anybody fucking else.. You're away, but everyone else should be home. It's like I'm shut off from the outside world."

Message 6.

A muffled sobbing came out of the speaker. Every sob was followed by a sharp whimper. You were only able to listen for a few seconds before going to the next message.

"They're not coming, are they? I'm never getting out of here. Will it leave eventually? It'll… It'll give up and get bored eventually, right?"

Message 8.

"I… You know, I kept listening to it. Over and over. And I thought maybe it was Cesar's mom. Maybe it really had gotten his mom. Maybe the Alternate killed her already and Cesar didn't know.

But now, I think… I think it's him. He's… It's not him, but it is and- I know the real him is out there, but it keeps telling me to come out, and- and that he won't hurt me, and… I want it to be true. So bad."

You squeezed your eyes shut, stinging. You wiped at them with the back of your hand. When… When had you started crying? God… Mark's voice. It hurt so badly, hearing his pain, his fear. You wanted to take away all his fear, to soothe him and tell him it'll be okay.

Message 9.

"It's hard not to listen. Can you hear him?- It. It. It's not him. It's an Alternate. It's not him. It's gettin' in my head. I keep telling myself It's not him, but it's getting hard to believe. Doesn't help that his- It's voice is starting to sound more like him."

Message 10.

"It's not him, right? I wish you were here. I wish… I wish I had you to talk to. Tell Cesar I don't blame him, if I don't make it out."

Message 11.

You could hear shaky, shallow exhales of Mark's breathing fizzle through the speakers. Every once in a while, you'd hear sniffle and whimper. "What if… What if it wasn't Cesar on the phone? What if this was a trap from the start? Cesar… He's… He's gone, isn't he?"

You were frozen in spot, too gripped with fear for your friends that you couldn't move. No. No, Cesar was fine! He had to be. He had to be, God, please-!

Mark began sobbing into the receiver. "He's gone! He's gone, he's gone, he's gone… And it-! It took him! It took him from us, and now I'm alone…"

Message 12.

All you could hear was the sound of Mark's voice, softy mumbling your and Cesar's names to himself.

Message 13

"Help me. God, please help me!"

Message 14

"It's so hard. It's so hard not to listen. I can't. I can't do this…"

Message 15

You could only make out mumbling of Cesar's name, over and over.

Message 16

"Maybe… What if this is Cesar? No one… No one knows what happens after an Alternate gets you. What if… What if he's in there? Like, they were separate, and now they're one whole… Thing."

Message 17

"He wants me. He wants me. And he wants you, too. He keeps saying… He… He wants us. He wants us both so badly. He wants to be with us. He wants to be in here. I… I can't-"

Message 18

"He sounds so much like him now. It… He. He's… He keeps saying he won't hurt me. He has a surprise. I… Believe him. It's Cesar. It's Cesar, I know it. I'm gonna be with him. I… Maybe it'll be nice, even. Maybe they've been lying. Maybe we shouldn't be afraid of this. If… If something happens… I love you. I- I love you and him, and I always wanted to say that. I'm gonna let him in.

Message 19

All you could do was lean forward, straining to hear, as you stared wide-eyed at the machine.

"I understand now." Mark's voice. "I understand now."

Then, a sharp ringing tone blasted from the speaker, making you jump at the sudden volume. The noise fluctuated and seemed to warble through the speaker, fluctuating in pitches and tones. Scrambling, your ears ringing, you palmed at the button to play the final Message.

Message 20

You waited holding your breath as you waited for something to break the droning silence of the final message.

"Hey! It's Mark. Just wanna say that that, uh, thing was a whole goof. It got kinda overdramatic at parts, but it was just a joke for when you come back home, heh. Just to double confirm, here's Cesar."

"Yeah, don't worry, everything's cool here, and my mom's fine. And… Oh, tell them about the thing."

"The thing?"

"Yeah, you know…"

"Oh! Oh, right, um, heh… I meant what I said about my, uh, my feelings for you and Cesar. Um… Yeah, I already told him, so… If you wanna, um, talk about it later-"

"He's nervous."

"Shut up! But, yeah. Maybe a practical joke isn't the best way to admit feelings, but… We really love you and want you to be a part of-f-f- w-with us. I… We love you. See you soon."

You let the phone go silent, simply staring as you tried to process everything you had just learned. But, you couldn't react. Couldn't move. Trapped as you ruminated on the messages that you had just heard.

Just a prank? Mark and Cesar didn't joke like that, wouldn't make jokes like that. As much as you wanted to believe that your friends were safe… You knew it was a lie.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound of it thrumming in your skull. It felt like… like the walls, the whole world, was coming down on top of you. It all felt too silent, but too loud.. There was nothing you could do. Who could you call? What could you do?

Your friends were… Were dead and-

You let out a yelp, startled by the sudden ringing bleat of your phone. For a breath, you simply stared down at the machine, before scrambling to pick up the receiver, nearly dropping it as you attempted to answer the incoming call.

You took a shaky breath. "Hello?" 

"Hey! It's Mark. I knew you were back, so I wanted to call and check up on you, see if you got my other messages, y'know?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but found yourself unable. All the things you wanted to say, wanted to believe, tangled like a knot in your mind, incomprehensible and stuck.

You heard as he said your name. Then, again. It didn't sound quite right. Didn't sound like how you remembered. You were sure. But, maybe, you were wrong. Maybe it was all a joke. Maybe you were losing yourself in your panic. You weren't sure of anything anymore.

Finally, you found the words. "... You're not really Mark, are you?"

"What? Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" The thing with Mark's voice said. "Cesar's here, too, and-"

"That's not Cesar. You can't trick me."

Silence. 

You could tell the Alternate was still there - both of them, if it wasn't lying about "Cesar" being with it.

Your breathing picked up, huffing through your nose in anger as the messages played over and over in your mind. These things… They had taken your friends from you! Your best friends…! And, maybe if this never happened, then maybe Mark would have confessed. You'd be together, and…

"I know what you are," You hissed into the receiver, grip so tight on the phone that your hand shook. "And I'm not afraid of you."

All sound went dead on the other end, before,

"Y̶͍̻͒͝ͅō̴̺͙̗͠͝u̷̺̭̤͗́̓ͅ'̶̰̙̦̾r̸̛̗̝̼̿̓͌e̴̘̣̎́͊͠ ̴̦̟͓͙̕l̶̢͓̞̈́y̵̛̳͖̺̘͒į̸͌̃̕n̸̯̓̃g̸̥̰̖͌̀̆,̶͈̈́" A warped voice blared in your ear." I̶̡͔̹̱͍͑̏̚-̵̢̫͍̄͌͜Ḭ̴̂̂ ̸̼̰̾c̵͔̪̠̪̦͌̍͐̌ă̵͚̮̞̩̭̄̓n̴̝̪̙͌̅̿̌͊ ̵̡̨̥̞̜̑̄̉̌͘ḫ̵̥̠͖͇̓é̸͎͉͝ạ̶̪̬̈́̕-̴̡̢̩̮̒̉e̷͙̽ạ̴̙̿͌͋̈́r̷̲̤̍̿͘-̴̩̟̿ę̵͚̬̲͉̇̄̈́͒ḁ̵̠̐͌̄r̴̗̲͓̮̃͝ ̸͉͖̗̼͒͋̇͗͗y̵̖͈̭̐̒̃̇o̷͈̞̟̪̿̀̈u̷̞͌͊r̸̨̡̘͖͈̀̿̈́ ̴͎̳̦͕̿͋͆̍̉f̵̟͈̠͓͐̂ḙ̷̌̈́ä̷̦̭̻́̒̃̃͝r̵̤̫͍̮͆̓̈́.̵̱̫̳͓́͑̐̉͠ "

"I'm not! I'm not afraid. You can't hurt me. You took them from me, but you won't get me, too."

Another voice, suddenly breathing close to the receiver. Cesar's Alternate? 

"Ỹ̷̼̑͗͒̍ǫ̷̢͔̗̮̓̋̌̅u̸̦̭̾̎̃̈́ ̵̪̻͗̒̓f̸̼̎͊͗o̶̠̎ŗ̴͈̭̦̑g̶̗̯̜͎̎o̷̭͠t̸̤̠̑͌̀ ̷̳̒́t̶̼̱̞̎͛͑ọ̶̦̚ ̷̧̍l̷̦̉̆̌͋ȯ̸̯͉̐̾͠c̸̢̛̫̀̄͂k̶̜͎̹̜͋͛ ̶̩͍̹̙̦̓̾͝t̴̡̛͍̹̮̣̃͛́̆h̴̨̲̯̭̉̓́e̵͍̳̬̐ ̴̧̝̉͊̆͆̽͜͜d̵͔̹͚̺͈̋o̸̺̗̫͕̿͆͒́o̴̲̯̯̦̾r̷̩͘͜.̷̲͚̣͛"

No. No, you couldn't have.

Racing to the front hall, you grasped the know and gave it a twist.

Unlocked.

No, no, no… This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. Maybe… Maybe it was nothing. You hadn't heard anyone come in, had you? And how would they be in your house if they had called you from Mark's?

… Unless, they hadn't.

Slowly turning your head, your eyes ran over the steps that led upstairs - to your room, where your other home phone was stationed by your bedside.

You were… You were just being paranoid. They weren't inside. You'd just check real quick to calm your nerves. Slowly, you crept forward, stepping quietly up the stairs and into the dim light that shadowed the mouth of the stairway. 

How would they have found you? Could they have seen you as you went home and followed you home?

In your room, it was… Quiet. Too quiet. The air felt suffocatingly still and bitingly cold. Every step you took was centuries long, your mind taking in everything in slow-motion, as it did in dangerous, high-risk situations.

A flip of the lightswitch, darkness receding. Your bedside phone, unattended.

Nothing.

It was nothing. You were overly paranoid. They weren't here. You were alone.

And the lights flickered out.

You could feel your heart as it skipped a beat. The cold drop of your stomach. The feeling of suffocating terror as it curled around your lungs. 

In the dark, you see the lights in their eyes.

You can't scream.

All you can manage to do is turn away and cower in the darkness, your back to the Alternates. You brace for the end.

There's hands on you. Nails a bit too long to be a human's drag along your skin from over your clothes. Two bodies pressing close against you. One set of lips at your neck, the other letting out warbled chuckles in your ear.

Cesar.

I̷̡͠ ̵̜̄͗ẗ̸̗̄o̸͔̹͂̓l̷̺̑-̶̼̠͑́ ̶͇̅͝ţ̶̣̂o̵̯̅l̷̛̯d̷͈̅ ̸̻̩̐͝y̵͙̌͜ŏ̶̭̱̎u̴̞͑͜.̸̻̿ ̴̛̬̲͂I̵͈̐ ̴͐͜ͅt̸̠̓̓o̵̖̅l̴̡̰̏̎ḓ̴͂̈ ̴̲̫̎͂ḩ̵̐͑-̸̨̛Ḭ̸͕̈́'̵̰̃m̶̪̒̎!̶̩̈́̒ ̴̤̱͝I̸̼̞̋ ̴̤͊͠w̴̦͝a̶̮͉̍n̴̨̧͌̇t̶̝̋͒ė̸̪̑d̴̩́ ̴̡͛b̵̧̤̾͝-̸̚͜ ̸͚͒b̷̭̈́ȍ̵͚̈́t̴͙̱̓̌h̵̥́ ̵̠̳̊o̸̽͜f̸͔̫̽̕ ̷͚̋̉y̷̩̅́-̴̨̜̉y̵͚̤̾͋o̴̻̮͌̀ủ̷̥̻.̵̣͇̂̌ ̶̰͛Î̷̩'̶̡͒͘d̷̬̖̃͆ ̴̋ͅg̷̺̓e̵̜͆t̷̩͚̚ ̴̥̱̊b̶̩̙͘͝o̶̦̓̽t̷͎̂̀h̷̺͊ ̸̹͂̓ő̵͎͔͠-̶̐̈́͜ọ̴̹̃͂f̸̅͐ͅ ̴͓̯̚̚y̷͈̜̌̄o̶̤͐͝u̵̗̍!"

Mark.

"W̶̯̉̌̐̔̃e̷̲̗̳͕̼͐ͅ ̸̧̦̳̟̹̘͖̎̽͌͠l̴̢̡̙̻͖̩̽͌̍̿͒o̷͖̒̐͠v̷̨̧̡͓̈́̊̀̿̌̚ė̶͚̱͇͆̿̒́̕ ̵̮͓͔̞͍̟̎̽͐̊͋̏͘ͅy̵̯̥̠͓̮̅̚ö̵̩̺̟͖̭̅͆͊̃̉̍ͅu̷̇̏��̨̫̦̣̣̗̑̐̕.̶̡̯̙͚̄ ̶̝̱̐S̶̛͍̯͖̯̥͖̏̈-̴̲̤̙͆̈́̑̆͒̀ͅs̵̥͍̖͗̈̉̂̋͆̕-̵̨̛̹̝̥͔̯̃͆̃͒̿̎s̴̡̲̰̹͘ͅö̷̤̞͙̭̪̦̣́̄͒̈̀̈ ̷̠͇̀͆͂̏͊̔̋m̶̲̟̗͖͒̎̑͛̈́́͗u̷͓͐͗̍̑͆ç̷̨͖̗̻̩̐̓̋́̋̅̚h̵̢̦̻̣̱̆,̵̠͊.I̶̧͆ṯ̸̈̀ ̸̝̀͘ͅf̶̺̀-̸̠͋͋f̷͚̈́͊ê̶̯̭ě̴̘̇-̵͕̆̓e̴̲̒ë̷͓́͝ĺ̵̨̞̓s̴̖͑ ̶̟̻̋͂s̴̢͗̔-̸͈͓̌̏s̶̢̓̊ͅo̸͔͕͋̚ ̸̳̖̒g̵̝̰̀ǭ̶̗̈́o̷̥̽̈d̶̢͇͝,̷̧͖̈́ ̴̩̺͆̈́Ï̴̙ ̸̺̎̆ṕ̴̰̘r̷͉̯͐o̷̦̺͆m̶̢̖̀i̸̼͚̽ş̶̬̑̕e̸̫̊.̸̛ͅ ̶͍̂Y̸̢̪̅o̶̪̭͘u̵̩͌͊'̶͎̋͝r̵̰̠̄̽ẹ̶̀͠ ̵̝̏ḡ̸̯͒-̴̬͔͂g̶̢̃o̴̘͒̇-̷̙̽o̸͖̅͘ȉ̷͕̉ͅņ̷̳̾g̵̯̮͆͆ ̵͚́t̵͖̱͠ọ̵̙́̒ ̵͔͜͝u̶͈̰͋ṉ̵̛͌ḓ̸̓e̵̝̜͝͝r̷͉̥͌s̵̗͗̃t̷̀͜-̷̱̣̿ ̶̢͊s̸̫̍t̴̯̀ã̷͜n̴̳̟̊d̵̳͂̕.̷̭͖́̕ ̸̛̖W̶͉̃e̸̜͙͋'̸̛̣̚r̷̛̘͙̿e̵̺͛͊ ̴̛̯g̶̹̻̅͑-̴̡̩̍ğ̷͎ȯ̵͚̪͂i̵͔̤̅̽n̷͉̦͗g̷̘̔̒ ̷̤̽̀t̵̲̋͐o̸͎̝̊̈́ ̴̮͂͆b̶͈̃̄e̴̠̺̅̚ ̴͋ͅç̷̘̓õ̶͙̑m̶͎̜̓p̵̗̮͐l̴͈̜͊̽e̵̡̤͂̈ṭ̵̡͛̈́ë̴͍́.̵̼͝

And you were made whole.

[haleyhunwritess]

Congrats on 1k!!! I wanted to send in a GIF but I don't know how to do that as anon 😅 So instead could you write a 🍒 dark drabble for Loki x little!reader where she runs away (or tries to)

🍒 drabble for little!reader trying to run away from loki (dark)

a/n: i actually don't know if you can send in gif/pics as anon but i think you could send a link to it maybe? or you could always message me (if you're comfortable with that of course) the gif or image you would like for the 1k headcannons. also beware this one is has dark themes.

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Are you sure you haven't seen her? I swear I thought I saw her over here. She looked very upset, and she kept saying someone was trying to hurt her." The elderly lady asked Loki the same question for the third time.

She showed up at his doorstep a few moments ago to introduce herself as his new next door neighbour. He knew that wasn't the reason she was there though.

He accidentally left his girl unattended, and the poor thing thought it was a good opportunity to escape. When he turned around to crack the eggs into the pan, she bolted for the door and ran to her new neighbour for help.

When the neighbour opened the door, she was met with the sight of a frantic young lady, crying and asking for help. At first, the elderly woman found her attire a bit strange. She looked like she was at least in her early 20s. Her attire, however, was a pink nightgown with immature patterns and prints all over. Nonetheless, she noticed how distraught the girl was and she invited her in. When the poor old lady returned from the kitchen to bring her some water, she was gone.

The poor innocent elderly lady, standing at Loki's doorstep, tried to not-so-subtly peak inside his house. She was convinced he knew where she was but all he did was act dumb.

"Goodness, that sounds awful," He clicked his tongue, looking around his property, pretending like he was looking for her, "I wish I knew where she was but no I didn't see anyone come around here. There's no one out there either."

She definitely wasn't convinced but Loki couldn't risk hurting another neighbour right now.

Loki pretended to think for a moment before saying, "I'll tell you what, ma'am, if I see her I'll ring you right away."

She sighed and nodded, "Alright, young man, thank you for your help. Yes, please let me know right away."

"Of course, ma'am. Have a wonderful day." Loki smiled at her, then shut the door behind him. He waited by the window to make sure she went back to her house before making his way back to you in the basement.

"You know, I thought you were smarter than that, little one. I thought I told you to stay in your seat, darling." He tutted, picking up the paddle that was on the table next to you. You whimpered at the sight of the paddle, and quickly took moved back on the mattress.

"Tell me, dear," He pulled you back towards him, "Didn't I tell you to stay here?", You slowly nodded, afraid to move still.

"Then why do you insist on behaving like a stupid little brat?" He struck you hard across your cheek making you cry out loud, "Huh? Tell me!"

"I-I'm s-sorry...Please I'm sorry! W-won't do it again!" You apologized over and over again, crying your heart out.

"Oh I know you won't do it again love. You remember the chip that I put in you last week? The one that tracks where you are and everything," Loki smiled as he pulled his phone out and opened and app to show you. You nodded in response, wondering where he was going with this, "Well, now it has a new update. There's the first track option of course, but now there's another option called elimination."

There was a picture of you on there with two options under it. However, out of the two options, the only one you could focus on was the last one.

Loki's thumb hovered over the last option, and you whimpered in fear, "Because if you ever try to leave again, you'll be gone with just the click of a button."

[justatouchjaded]

archerwhiterp​:

Archer wasn’t completely all together yet. His brain still a bit fuzzy on the outside edges after a death. It was easier for him to focus on what was right in front of him instead of what could be after them, or beyond the door. His only focus currently was the remote and the collar. He couldn’t fathom the amount of security it might alert.

That was until Diamond rested the sword in his hand. He stared at it wide eyed and perplexed. How was he supposed to use it? Well… he supposed he had before, albeit badly. It was still a worthy attempt and he could do it again. He gave his new friend a tight lipped nod. Then returned to the remote.

His core was shuddering in his chest and he was holding his breath in the anticipation. The biggest button was probably for punishment while he was sure the bottom two were for release or capture. But which was which?

He closed his eyes and hovered over the one he instinctively went to. The one they would never want to confuse. They’d probably always want the capture button handy.

So that meant the other would be release.

He swallowed thickly and counted down softly, “3…. 2….. 1-” Press.

There was a hiss of equipment but nothing moved. He opened his eyes and glanced up at Diamond hopefully. It had worked. Something hissed. It just didn’t release. “I think that was the right one. I’ll try it again. Just to be sure.”

What if the buttons only worked on certain collars? What if it just sent out some sort of signal instead?

He tried the same button again and it hissed again. This time the internal gears clicked and part of the collar separated, though it did not release fully. It was caught. Jammed up at some point in the fight.

Archer’s eyes widened as he watched the gears struggle to unhinge and release. Clicking and sparking and heating up with that combustible magical energy.

“Oh damn… I think it’s jammed.” He kept pressing the button, hoping one try it would work. Reaching up to get his fingers in the gaps to try and wiggle it free. The moment he touched it it burned his skin and he hissed to pull back.

“Diamond. Can you get it off? I think it’s going to spa-” Prediction come to life. The disrupted and crooked internal workings went off with a heated spark. Similar to the shock he always received when he used magic, except this one had a little more pop to it. A fiery sting that charred fabric and crisped hair.

As intense as it was, the shock jostled that tether loose. The collar shuddered and split apart. With one last spark it crumbled. Hot pieces of metal rolled off Diamond’s front and back leaving little burns in their wake.

When the flash was over Archer pulled his hand away from his eyes, gasping softly. “DIAMOND!!”

“Damn. Vampire strangling me probably broke it,” Diamond muttered, grimacing as the collar started to heat up. He pushed at the front of the collar, lifting the locking mechanism at the back of it further away from his skin. Not that the rest of the collar was cool, but it was at least better than the sparking magic in the lock. 

At the rising tension in Archer’s voice, Diamond gave up trying to avoid getting burned and gave the collar a hard tug – to no effect on the first try, and he never got a chance at a second. 

His thoughts once again vanished beneath a white wave of agony. He barely registered the additional pain of the physical burns or the collision of his shoulder against the ground as he lost his balance, a strangled keen caught in his throat as he writhed mindlessly against the pain.  

The shock hardly lasted any time at all, but it was enough. Diamond briefly felt a rising swell of unthinking panic – somehow strong enough to eclipse the pain – and then he didn’t feel anything at all.

Diamond didn’t respond to Archer’s call even as the crackling energy in the crumbling remnants of the collar began to dissipate and his pained struggles faded to stillness. He lay senseless on the ground, shivering faintly, his eye half-open but unfocused. One hand kneaded aimlessly at the shattered pieces of the collar still clutched within it, heedless of the lingering heat. 

It took almost a minute before he seemed to rouse, his eye squeezing shut as he curled into himself with a soft groan.

Awareness returned in dreamlike stages. Diamond swallowed, sound swimming distantly in his ears. “Sshhh. M’okay,” he slurred despite all evidence to the contrary. His heart was pounding, heavy and sick in his chest; his neck burned, sharp traceries of pain stretching away from it across his chest and back. Numb exhaustion deadened every limb.

But someone sounded worried and the instinct to reassure them was lodged deep. 

“S’fine. Just. Nn… nee’sec.” His voice was thin, shaking a bit; he found that he was trying to reassure himself as much as the voice. But… This will pass. Everything passes. The thought was startlingly clear compared to the rest of the painful fuzz in his head.

As his strength returned Diamond flexed his hand with a wince, pins and needles shooting up his arm. He frowned in vague confusion at the broken metal in his hand. He rubbed a thumb against a piece and the curve and texture of it sparked the memory of a collar around his neck. He made a face and dropped the pieces, wincing again as the burns on his hand began to register past the numbness. 

“Mm. Good… fffucking… riddance.”