#and the two ideas crashed and mushed together

[lostalioth]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬

→ premise: steve’s favorite thing was to have you in his lap. feeling you impossibly close, your cunt squeezing his cock. he loves the intimacy, you however can’t stand sitting so still.

→ pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, cock warming, begging, daddy kink, nicknames [baby, angel], reader calls him stevie, not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 13

Steve loved feeling impossibly close to you in any way that he could, entangling your limbs and holding you as tightly as he could as the two of you fell deep into sleep. However he had another way that he loved feeling close and to have those intimate moments with you, one you always seemed too just impatient for.

“Steviee please move your hips just a lil, i've been s’good” you whine out attempting to grind your pelvis down on his trying anything to get friction or movement. He tsks and grabs a hold of your hips keeping you stationary and making it harder to move. even if his cock that was currently buried to the hilt inside you jumps at the little bit of pleasure your desperate squirming gives him.

“Just stay still a little longer, angel okay? Can you do that for daddy?” He coos and rubs his thumb over your cheek as you pout at him and soften your eyes, trying your best interruption of puppy dog eyes. “Nooo come on, just a couple more minutes baby, i like feeling close to you like this” his signature charming smile spreads on his face, the same smile that made you fall for him.

“Buttt i wanna cum daddy, pleaseee i've been good haven't i?” You whine out, dragging out your words as your pussy clenches and continues leaking on his cock coating it in your slick. “Not being so good right now” he hisses out as his patience is being tested by your impatience. Gripping your chin in his hand he pulls your face up close to his, your lips pressed against his as he speaks looking right in your eyes. “You really wanna cum baby?” He questions even though he knew the answer, you just said it and he could clearly feel your pussy throbbing begging for relief.

You nod slowly, your hips trying their hardest to push against his grip now that he was only holding you with one hand. “Then beg, beg to cum on my cock angel” lightly he leaves a peck to your lips before letting go of both your face and your body.

Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, he tosses his arms behind his head and lets your body chase the euphoria of your high by yourself. Your hips immediately buck and fall into a frantic rhythm as you ride him, your pleas falling out of your mouth.

“Pleaseee, i've been good i just wanna cum daddy” you cry out, your eyes screwing shut as his cock rubs along your velvety walls with each drag of your hips. “Wanna cum so bad please, i'll keep cock warming daddy after” you whine, your begging not falling on deaf ears. Steve knew you were always far more patient and pilate in his arms after he’s made you cum a few times, it was a bit of a bad idea to attempt this before that. “Need to cum s’bad pleaseee Steviee” you moan out, your words mushing and slurring together the tighter the knot gets in the pit of your stomach.

“Pleasee daddy, fuck~ cock s’big and feels s’good” you moan out getting a bit sidetracked in your pleas as the pleasure hits your head more, making it go fuzzy as your hips flatter in thier grinding.

Steve holds onto your body taking over, pulling you down flush against his chest as he jackhammers up inside you, his hips smacking against your ass as his cock hits your cervix hard with each thrust. “You can cum angel, cum for daddy” he instructs in his soft tone as his own high is fast approaching, that in all honesty being the only reason he gave in faster than he intended to.

”Fuck!” You scream out in a wanton moan as your climax crashes over, your pussy clenching down hard on Steve’s cock milking his own orgasm out of him steadily after. “Atta girl baby, s’good for me” he coos as the both of you ride out your highs, your body melting into his arms and turning into a pilate dulce mush against him. “Thank you daddy” you mumble out as you bury your face in his neck, attempting to dig your way under his skin if you could.

He smiles as he had finally calmed you down and got what he wanted, to feel as close as he possibly could to you.

His cum slowly leaking out of your puffy cunt that was still wrapped around his cock warming him, helping that feeling along.

→ a/n: i rushed this as its WAY later than when i wanted/needed to post this to be on track with kinktober (there will hopefully be a second post today and 2 tm lmao to get me back on track to finish AGAIN)

[lymtw]

It Could Have Been Great

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Content: NSFW, Angst, Fluff

Content Warnings: 18+ themes, Reader almost crashes to save a dog, crying, talk about Satoru being husband material, mentions of having children, kissing, fingering, clitoral stimulation, major downfall, 18+ themes x2 for those that missed the first one ;)

Word Count: 2.1k

Description: The beautiful ups and the terrible downs that came with being Gojo’s favorite person.

You and Gojo were set to live happily ever after the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend. He was as good as a boyfriend could be—husband material by the end of your first month together. He took care of you, but didn’t underestimate your ability to take care of yourself, and vice-versa.

It was a lucky first shot because he was your first boyfriend. You met in high school, and though you weren’t his first girlfriend, he always said that his love life didn’t start until you showed up. You put a bar up where one didn’t exist, and he never looked back and compared what he had before, to what he had then.

Gojo had never been more ready to marry you than when you came home crying one day.

You were driving home, singing along to the song that blasted in your car when suddenly a dog ran into the road. You braked instantly, turning the car in the opposite direction of where the dog was running, almost hitting another car in the process. You got honked at, but it didn’t matter because the dog got away scot-free. You lost the ability to breathe for a few seconds and your brain felt like mush, and in all the fear you felt in that moment, you broke down. You were glad that you were only three minutes away from home when it happened.

The minute you walked in with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, Gojo was by your side.

“Hey, talk to me. Are you hurt?” He walked you to the couch, sitting down with you. He noticed the shakiness of your hands as he held them in his. “Baby, don’t make me dig. What happened?”

You took a shaky deep breath, exhaling to get your emotions in order.

“I almost ran over a dog on my way home.”

Gojo’s hand comes to a halt while he’s drying your tears. He looks at you, not knowing if you were being serious or not.

“It ran into the road while I was driving and I had to brake so fast, if I had kept driving a second later I would have hit it. I-I almost hit a car, and it honked at me. Fuck,” you lose your breath as you recount the story, your eyes getting watery again.

Gojo releases the breath he was holding since you walked through the door, his shoulders losing the tension that had built up in all the worry.

“God.” He immediately pulls you into his arms, a much needed, suffocating embrace enveloping you. He smothers your face with kisses, the saltiness of fresh tears on his palate. “You scared me to death there, honey. I thought somebody hurt you.”

“I can’t have a dog’s life on my conscience, ‘toru. I would need decades of therapy to even begin to forget about it.”

He cradles you in his arms, his eyes closed, and a smile on his face as he holds you like you’re all that matters in the world.

“I love you. I love that you worry so much over the life of an animal—one that is still living, at that. I love that you even did what you could to save it,” he murmurs. “But, please, be careful at all times. I don’t know what would become of me if I lost you.” He chuckles, lightheartedly.

Gojo was best at one thing and that was making you feel loved. He proposed two weeks after the incident, claiming that he wanted to break the seal on the love he had stored for when you promised to spend an eternity with him. If you felt loved as his girlfriend, you had no idea of the adoration that came with being his wife.

There were occasional talks of children, but you both decided that there was no room for them in your relationship. It would be selfish to bring a child into the world together, knowing that you would not love them as much as you love each other. You decided to wait for your hearts to make more room in order for children to be a possibility in the future.

Gojo was very good at tending to your needs. Your very occasional material needs—a new dress for date night, or maybe a new bottle of perfume because he had a habit of spraying it everywhere when you were away, claiming that your essence would suffice until you returned.

Your intimate needs were also met, frequently. Gojo was clingy, and he couldn’t sleep unless you laid next to him. Sometimes, sleep was the last thing he wanted as he laid next to you in bed.

“Baby,” he whispers, his index finger tracing your spine above your shirt.

“Hm?” You hum, still not turning towards him.

“Baby,” he repeats, this time as a mumble into your ear. He leeches himself onto your back, his chest warm against you.

“Yes, ‘toru?” You respond, verbally, this time.

“My pretty baby,” he continues. His hand makes its way beneath the front of your oversized shirt, stopping just below to play with the elastic band of your underwear. His lips make contact with the nape of your neck, and though he's desperate to see the effect of his ministrations against your body, he didn't want to dive in and give you what you wanted so easily.

His hand moved upward, riding up your warm stomach until he reaches your breasts. “You’re so warm.” He cups one of your them, gently rubbing your nipple with his thumb until it quickly hardens. You loved how big his hands were, easily squeezing what attracted them like you were insentient.

“You’re so perfect, baby. I could never get enough of you, even if I have every bit of you all to myself.” He sees the curl of your lips from the side. “I’m not sharing you. You’re mine.”

This made you giggle. He was getting possessive and all his actions pointed to one goal.

He pulled his hand out of your shirt, using it to pull down your shorts and underwear. You felt his breath against the nape of your neck when his hand made contact with your cunt. “Oh. Were you expecting this?” Your wetness coated his fingertips instantly. “Were you expecting me to touch you?” He rubbed your clit, the feeling making your stomach tremble.

“Maybe. U-Uh, yes,” you admitted when a finger dipped inside you.

“I’m not that predictable, am I?” He asked, kisses applied to what was accessible of your neck.

“Not at all, but you would never leave me hanging, would you?” You rolled your hips slowly against his fingers, your ass doing something for the hard-on Gojo was sporting in his sweats.

“You tell me how many orgasms you want, and I’ll get you there.” He went silent for a second to hear your heavy breathing. “Only the best for my love.”

You gasped, your hand gripping his forearm as your first orgasm washed over you. A little whimper escaped you, and you trembled against him, his fingers vacating you.

He flipped you onto your back, wanting to give you more.

“Wanna fuck?” He asked, a grin on his face.

“You make it sound so dirty.” You chuckle.

“We rarely make love, sweetie, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“You’re too impatient.”

“Is it a crime to want you to scream my name?” He sat on his knees between your legs, a clear view of your pussy from under your long shirt in this position.

“Your name can sound sexy even if I don’t scream it.” You smile up at him as he leans towards you, his face inches away from you.

“Prove it.”

After that night, you and Gojo made love two out of the five times you were intimate in a week. He discovered something amazing, the softness of your voice when he built you up and let you melt down on him. It was melodic and intriguing. It made him wonder how thin the line between your angelic self and the sacrilegious version of you was. Sometimes he liked to push you, just to see if he could have both in one session.

In all of these wonderful experiences with Gojo, there were dreadful ones as well. At some point there was more bad than good going on between you and him. There were just so many times when you had to walk away from him just to make sure you and him would sleep in the same home that night. He did what he thought was best as well, meaning sometimes he would sleep on the couch because he couldn’t risk having to bite back words that weren’t intentionally meant to hurt you when you were being inconsiderate.

Dinner with Gojo progressively went quiet. If anything, you would talk about how work went, responding with hums of acknowledgement for lack of words. You would often zone out and think back to when you would feed each other off of your own plates, even if you were having the same thing. It occupies the silence that lingers between you two, which is more comfortable when you can’t even look at each other.

Gojo decided enough was enough and made sure to find a time for both of you to talk about what happened, and where things were going. The conversation was a difficult one. For gods sake, he was the love of your life for years, and suddenly things were burnt out.

“Maybe we spent our love too quickly.”

“How is that even possible, Satoru? We’re supposed to love each other with every ounce of our souls.”

It was so strange to hear you say his name in that tone. You haven’t called him baby in months.

Even if things didn’t look so good for you guys, it was hard for Gojo to see your nervous mannerisms while talking to him. You kept fidgeting with your hands and picking at your nails. At some point he had to stop you, holding your hands in his own.

“I don’t know, but i’m trying here. I don’t know what to do.” His eyes may be good, but they lack a clear view of the future.

“Is this us forfeiting?” You look at him, glossy eyes reflecting his image.

“Don’t make me decide. How would you feel if I had asked you that first?” His voice threatens to reveal the pit of sadness he’s feeling in his gut, but nonetheless he finds his composure in order to move forward in the conversation.

“We need to do what’s best for us, Satoru. If our love is dead, we can’t keep living amongst each other just barely acknowledging one another.” A tear rolls down your cheek. “If you can’t make the decision that puts an end to this… affiliation that we are, let me do it. I’ll be the bad guy.”

“Fine.” He pauses, staring at your ring-less ring finger. “Is this us forfeiting?”

“Yes.” Your voice breaks as you try to hold back sobs. Rivers of tears spill down your face. “I’ll have all my stuff packed, a-and i’ll be out by tonight. Your shoulders tremble, a much needed sob being suppressed by your need to stay strong enough to finish this talk. You pull your hands away and stand up from the bed.

“I should get started.”

Gojo did not move for a while. He couldn’t move. He sat on the bed with his back hunched over, his hands covering his face. He could hear you moving room to room, sniffling as you packed what you brought into the relationship, away.

Finally, you were done. You had your suitcases waiting at the front door, and all that was left to do was say goodbye. Goodbye to the first man to love every part of you, down to the bones weighing down your aching skeleton.

When it came down to it, you were both speechless, just standing there in silence, something you were both now used to. This time it was different. The suitcases weren’t for a vacation you were going on together, it was a single relocation due to seemingly irreparable issues.

“See you, Satoru.” You opened the door, and dragged your suitcases along the sidewalk, on your way to meet your driver. Gojo followed in the spur of the moment, but walked on the opposite side of the street, just to make sure you got to your car safely. The whole walk, you would not look away from each other for more than a second, if anything just to make sure you didn’t walk into objects.

You reached the car and put your suitcases away. You looked at Gojo once more and waved.

Those red taillights shattered the heart that was cracked inside him. He sighed, his face aimed up at the sky.

Though the end was like pouring rubbing alcohol over broken skin, it would be an honor to do it all over again.

[yanderesimp2000]

Yandere Adam x fem reader chapter 4/6 'This is for your own good" MINORS STAY AWAY

GONNA DO 6 INSTEAD OF 5 CHAPTERS SO THIS IS Chapter 4/6 baby been out of ideas for a little bit but then I got one what is it keep fucking reading ya lazy fuck

TW,NON-CON TO CON, Brainwashed reader, reader has had their mind broken, reader breaks out of their mind control, EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS, Adam being an incel as usual, degradation, smut,Light violence, Abuse then comfort, Adam being a delusion prick, and reader pushing their limits

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST ME

BTW TO CLEAR THINGS UP MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

After that lovely night with Adam you woke up alone in the bed he was in the shower so in the mean time you should make him breakfast you don't wanna make him mad right? You walked downstairs into the Kitchen were you went and made Adams favorite breakfast Pancake breakfast sandwich 2 pancakes with eggs,bacon,cheese, and sausage in between. He was always so happy when you made them and when he was happy something in your brain just turned into mush for him trying so hard to please him

you heard him come out the shower as he got dressed and when he smelled that your were cooking he yelled "LETS FUCKING GO THANKS BABE" he said before practically falling done the stairs to come get the food he basically ate it in one bite barley even chewing like a rapid animal he then stretched and said "thanks bitch" you got used to his mean words by for some reason your brain didn't think of it as hate just you were the one that failed him and you should be ashamed of yourself and do better. he then plopped himself done on the couch and said " what to do what to do hey what do you wanna do babe" you mind raced with excitement at him giving you the slightest bit of free will thinking of all the possibility you said you wanted to go to that new big park by the beach in the Chasity region

He yawned again and said "wow for once you had a good idea, don't take this as mean or anything but your not the best decision maker your a good housewife though like any proper women" this tone of misogyny should of made you upset but for some reason at first you were upset but something just washed it all away and you just again thought he was correct.

He then mockingly told you "your not going out in that outfit" he laughed referring to your clothes they were just pajamas and you agreed he could go out with his precious wittle trophey if shes ugly no no no she has to look marketable and good yes that's much better. He walks you over to the closet where he picks out different outfits until after a couple minutes of shuffling he finally finds one he likes its a

knee-length dress with a gently cinched waist that accentuates your feminine figure. The fabric is a soft, flowing chiffon in a delicate pastel shade, a pale lavender. The bodice features a subtle sweetheart neckline adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of romanticism to the design. you felt so nice in the dress and Adam agreed "damn I really did splurge on all these dresses but playing dress up with you sure is fun your like my little doll for me to play with and dress up to my pleasing" he teased

adam put on his normal robe before saying "welp guess its time to go" before you two walked out the door together into the streets of heaven the flight their was relaxing he was carrying you because he didn't want you do get tired and seeing heaven from that high up was just so nice but when you finally made it to the park you could see why it was so good The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack to the park's ambiance, creating a sense of harmony with nature. Seagulls soar overhead, their cries blending harmoniously with the rhythmic lull of the ocean Adam seemed surprised and said "nicer then I expected you chose a good place I'm not gonna lie" before you two started to walk across the wonderful coast line off the coast of the park you saw the patience borough of heaven it was a small island off the coast of main land heaven which was Chasity,temperance,charity and diligence boroughs you saw the view of the skyline and you just watched it you decided to say "hey can we go over there" you said in a soft tone Adam sighed and said "not right now babe its to far of a flight for today

something in you snapped it wasn't you usual self you started to see a hint of rebellion in your mind you got angry and said "no I want to go NOW" you said starting to get angry Adam was surprised but brushed it off "come on dont be such a fucking brat we can do it tomorrow you started to yell "NO NO NO TODAY" then something broke inside of you and you just started to fly there to the borough this infuriated adam and he quickly flew after you catching up to you trapped you against his body he started to fly back to his house at a speed you could of never imagined it felt like only 3 minutes before you were in the door after taking off.

Adam SLAMS the door behind him and say's "you've been a bad GIRL A VERY BAD GIRL" you've never seen him this way he then said "how to punish you how to punish you ahh I got one I'll make sure you don't fly AGAIN until I feel like letting you fly"he said this in a light sadistic tone but he then sighed and said "then I'll put you under my little "spell" again you seemed to partially broken out of it but I can always reapply it, after my old 2 UNGRATEFUL SLUTS left me I've learned how to make people more "reasonable" and you've seems to have broken out of it partially"

he said this with a low coo before grabbing a knife from the counter and saying "cmere" before pinning you down this adrenaline brought back ALL your old memory what happened how he kidnapped you how Abused you it all came flooding back in you winced again and said "GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY PHYCO" Adam just giggled and said "broken out of my spell that's okay I'll just reapply it once I'm done with your wings" all you could think about was how could heaven allow this god, and seraphim they were okay with this one of their first man kidnapping and brainwashing a poor human soul so he could use you to not feel lonely it was all to much and you tried to beg Adam to stop "p-please Adam" you pleaded he looked like a felt a little bad but he seemed to shake it off when he said "this is all for your own good" before slicing off the front half of you right wing

You screamed in pain "Plwease Please s-s-s-s-stop" you pleaded but Adam when and clipped the left wing he used some angel magic to seal up the wounds and stop the pain but you were just left their a whimpering crying mess flapping your now useless wings Adam said "yknow what I'm not even gonna fell bad for you you got this coming this was all on you" he starts to rub his fings in-between your wings "maybe in a couple century's I'll fix your wings IF Im feeling generous I might just keep you like this forever my little peguin my little bird that's YEARNING to be able to fly but no matter how hard you try you just cant" he mocked causing you to sob more "awwwwww don't cry even if it's adorable it hurts my heart" he giggled You sobbed helplessly it felt like the teasing was just relentless you kicked and thrashed but he had a firm grip on you you couldn't escape he said as he stood looking down at you he laughed and said "are you sad don't worry try and fly yeah try and get an inch off the ground you can't oh no you can't you're too your wings that they're too small and too weak now "he laughed sadistically as he said that "you really are perfect now it's just time for the fixing of your brain"  to begin you start flapping you're useless little wings you don't know why you knew they were useless but it was just instinctive somehow you felt powerless completely at his Mercy you don't even know how you got out of his hypnosis but all you know is he's going to put you back in it back into the helpless little play thing you were before

"Now look at me "Adam shushed you just look at me don't try and fight it you know Ill win he said as he started to force your head to look into his eyes yes just fall deeper and deeper you didn't know it was happening you started to feel delirious sleepy starting to go into a gray space between awake and asleep  your eyes butterflied a little as you try to resist squirming but weaker and weaker whimpering and Wincing your pleas meant nothing if anything he enjoyed them  "damn you're so fucking  hot when you like" Adam moaned " you know what I think I might fuck you while I put you back into your submissive state, Yeah bitch doesn't that sound like fun trying to squirm away from me but falling deeper and deeper into my hypnosis it's just too much to resist I'm so sorry" he started to undress himself as you slowly backed away into the corner whimpering and wincing as you went "oh don't be scared" Adam teased "I'll be gentle oh so Gentle"

He started to approach you his erect cock visible " try not to struggle too much it's quite annoying, but don't worry you'll be wrapped around my little finger soon enough Like any proper women meant to serve their husband" just as he said this he started to pin you down you whimpered kicked but that didn't stop them he teased the tip of his cock right against the entrance of your pussy he was clearly getting off to you fear enjoying every second of it the more you cried the more you try to fight back the more you whimpered the more turned on he got " shut up bitch" he growled "at first you're begging was cute but now it's just pathetic you're not getting out of this and you know that " he said that and even deeper growl as as he slowly put his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy 

Eventually it was just a full flown thrust " fuck  baby keep looking into my eyes little bicth this will be so much more enjoyable if you fuckin  cooperate" he said but as he kept looking at you and deep into your eyes something in your brain started to change as much as you try to fight it you know that you weren't going to win your mind was too weak easy to be taken control of manipulated turned into as Adam said your fate  would keep going like this for the rest of Eternity the Injustice in heaven was all you could think about how could he do this how could he threaten to banish you to hell just for not wanting to be with him how could he do any of this but that was quickly wiped away by the thoughts that you were the problem that you should apologize to Adam that he was just doing what was necessary and that you were the crazy one you are unstable you needed him that's all you could think you started to enjoy him on you he giggled when he noticed that " are we done with our little tantrum" Adam said softly but firmly " yes Adam I'm so sorry for disobeying you this won't ever happen again" you pleaded to him " good that's what I thought, now let me fucking finish inside you bitch" he said approaching his climax  his cock was deep inside you it was 38 cm there was even a little bump in your stomach from where it was since the height difference between you guys was like nine feet you were helpless  he had all the control he wanted over you and that was just the way he liked it you started to grip onto the couch he was fucking you on you you were also reaching your climax but Adam beat you to it as you let out a moan long strings of cum started to fill you " yes baby" he said as you also climaxed " see I told you you would like it" Adam said smugly 

You were under his spell again condemned to the same fate for the rest of enternity but hey atleats you enjoy it even if your brainwashed

[star-going-supernova]

SBI idea: Feral Freddy who’s completely losing it over his son boy and all the confused animatronics watch as he goes on a war path <33

I just want more feral Freddy going bonkers over Gregory getting hurt :)

As you can see, I decided to throw a handful of prompts together for this ficlet. I haven’t put much thought into this AU other than to say, for the sake of having the satisfaction of letting Freddy go feral on him, Afton has not been springlocked. So, if that’s not telling enough, then I’m sure the title is, lol. Warning for blood and a bit of gore!

The Bite

The knife sank in to its hilt, and there it stayed as Gregory fell to the floor with a suddenness like his knees had been kicked out from under him. A soft noise of confused pain left him, and already, a glassiness had come over his eyes. 

Afton laughed. 

Perhaps he wouldn’t have done so—and perhaps he would have been more careful to stab his young victim in a more secluded location—if he’d known about Freddy. 

With the echo of Gregory’s summons in his head—the button had been spammed, either in impatience or panic, and Freddy always assumed the latter for caution’s sake (and had been wrong only once)—Freddy turned the corner into the atrium in time to watch Gregory finish falling onto his back, where he blinked sluggishly up at the ceiling. 

Freddy saw this, and the knife, and the growing stain of blood on Gregory’s shirt, and the man standing over him, laughing laughing laughing away. And then Freddy saw red. 

Afton didn’t have longer than a second or two to register the loud, crashing footsteps heading his way before he was tackled to the floor by a three hundred and fifty pound robot. This, as one might imagine, wasn’t very good for his health. 

Most of Afton’s ribs snapped on impact, and his skull bounced against the tiles with a resounding crack. Just as quickly as he was thrown to the floor, he was reeled upward, Freddy crouching over him and clutching handfuls of Afton’s shirt. His claws pierced the fabric and sliced through his chest. 

Blank black eyes with mere pinpricks of white pupils glared down at Afton. Freddy roared in the man’s face, his jaw hinging open wide. And then he pulled the dazed man forward, leaned down himself, and engulfed Afton’s entire head all the way to his chin in his maw before biting down with the force of a hydraulic press.

The prior history of animatronic bites, while gruesome, nonetheless looked like mere nibbles in comparison to this bite. For the fact remained that Freddy did not have a particularly cavernous mouth.

Afton’s head more or less exploded. Blood and mush burst out through the narrow gaps between Freddy’s teeth, and absolute gore plopped wetly to the floor. 

Freddy opened his mouth. His razor-sharp teeth had nearly decapitated Afton, and it was only by a few fleshy threads and a determined spinal column that the ruin of his head—the parts that weren’t liquified, that was—didn’t splatter at Freddy’s knees. The mess hung around the stump of the man’s neck like a deflated jellyfish.

Freddy turned his head slowly, mechanically. For a bot that had otherwise seemed so alive before, it was chilling to see. 

A short distance away, Vanny eeped in fear when his dark gaze landed on her. She raised her hands in the universal sign of surrender. 

“You will call for an ambulance,” Freddy told her lowly, “and you will unlock the pizzaplex, and you will not attempt to escape.” He stood up to his full height, and only then dropped the limp body. The remains of Afton squished to the floor. 

Hands shaking, Vanny nodded rapidly. She couldn’t quite look away from her boss’s splattered gray matter. 

Ignoring her, and with the threat dealt with, Freddy turned his attention to Gregory. Feeling quite distant from himself, he knelt beside the boy, who was trembling faintly and thoroughly in shock, and examined him. The knife, he knew, could not be removed. 

With bloodstained, gentle hands, Freddy lifted Gregory into his arms. Gregory seemed only barely aware of him; one of his hands fumbled against Freddy’s chest, leaving a small, smeared, bloody handprint over the lightning bolt. 

Freddy’s warning systems blared in fearful rage. He strode from the room as evenly as he could, trying to keep from jostling Gregory.

• • •

An hour later found Freddy in Parts and Service, making use of the animatronic-sized showers and rough cleaning brushes. Though more than one human’s blood stained his hands and chest, he focused only on Gregory’s, fiercely, angrily, harshly. He scrubbed with enough force to scratch his paint, and he scrubbed where the handprint had been long after it had been washed down the drain. 

Chica joined him at some point, his awareness of his surroundings dulled, and she carefully cleaned away the blood on his teeth and jaw and all the other places Gregory’s was not. 

She did not comment on the spot of exposed silver on his chest, where the orange and blue had been completely scoured off. 

• • • 

It was a month before Gregory was well enough to return to the pizzaplex. After hours, naturally. He ducked through the halls, skillfully evading the STAFF bots, and he couldn’t contain his grin when he knocked on the door to Freddy’s green room. 

Freddy was plainly confused when he opened the door, and it took a second for him to look down. Gregory’s smile widened. 

With an inarticulate noise of profound shock and relief, Freddy swooped down to scoop Gregory up, inhumanly fast. He laughed as he settled against Freddy’s chest, and the tight wrap of metal arms around his body didn’t scare him. He knew exactly how dangerous Freddy could be; his memory of That Night, after being stabbed, wasn’t the clearest, but he remembered enough. 

“You are here,” Freddy whispered, voice verging on glitchy. He hugged Gregory impossibly tighter, yet never too tight. “You are alive.” 

“Thanks to you,” Gregory said. “You really saved me, y’know.” 

“I thought I would lose you, superstar. I thought—”

“You didn’t. And you’re not gonna. I mean, you definitely made sure that psycho could never hurt me again.” 

Freddy growled. “He deserved nothing less.” He let Gregory sit up—encouraged it, even—and Gregory kindly didn’t tease him when Freddy’s eyes flickered the way they did when he was scanning someone. 

Perched mostly on only one of Freddy’s arms, Gregory allowed his protector to examine him, even going so far as to pat him down as thought looking for hidden injuries. And when Freddy was satisfied with the rest of his inspection, his eyes zeroed in on the exact spot the knife had been. 

Gregory lifted the hem of his shirt and felt Freddy spasm. The scar wasn’t that bad, all things considered. As it was, the actual knife wound was fairly neat, just a line of slightly raised red scar tissue. The scars from the resulting surgery and stitches just made it look worse. More… extensive. 

Freddy’s thumb brushed lightly against the skin near the injury, but not surprising at all, he didn’t actually touch it. 

“See?” Gregory said, letting him look for a minute before dropping his shirt back down. “They patched me up, and now I’m just fine. Doesn’t even hurt unless I try twisting around.” 

Freddy nodded slowly, not so much unbelieving as he was gradually coming to accept that as true. “I am… relieved. To hear that.” 

Relieved felt like way too small of a word for the desperate light in Freddy’s eyes and the way he carefully guided Gregory closer again with a hand on his back. Gregory went easily, happy to tuck his face against Freddy’s jaw. 

He knew he was safe there. 

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Jade and Malleus get the "one bed trope" treatment

A fic inspired by a post by @letmedisolveintomoss about the various clubs getting stuck in the "only one bed" trope, with Jade and Malleus being put together because they're the only members of their respective clubs.

This can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

There's Not Mush-Room For Both of Us

It was a sweltering 36 degrees when the busses pulled up to the hotel parking lot.

Inside were groups of rambunctious, hot and sweaty teenagers who were tired and cramped.

The hotel stood tall, white and gold theme glittering in the sunlight and stark against the clear blue sky. It was a five star, very popular, and about to be terrorized by Night Raven College.

Malleus gazed out the window he was seated at as the bus drew to a stop. This was not as pleasant as the car ride he had in Kalim's hometown, but it was interesting none the less.

Sebek, unsurprisingly, was livid at the idea of his waka-sama travelling so casually in such a rickety vehicle that had clearly seen better days, but Malleus didn't mind. It was nice to experience something simply as a normal student on a school trip for a few days.

The clubs of Night Raven College were all going to give presentations at another school, showing off their work and research relating to magic or magical technology.

Malleus knew that gargoyles in the Valley of Thorns were magical, although not living like in Noble Bell College. They were quite useful in turning rain water into drinking water.

He was excited to share his discoveries and facts with others, now that he wasn't left behind like in his first year. That was an upsetting time.

"Alright." Said Crewel, who looked like he wished the bus crashed when they swerved earlier. "Puppies, I want you all to climb out and line up. You will be assigned hotel rooms according to your club, so make sure to stay with your fellow members."

Malleus blinked. He was the only member of his own club, and it wasn't like he made any acquaintances on the three hour drive here. Everyone in the bus avoided him.

Was he going to just be alone in a hotel room for two weeks?

Malleus sighed and accepted his fate with a pinch of salt. Other clubs were so big they could not fit into a single room and had to to be spread out. Malleus doubted there was any other club with only one number.

All the students from the busses gathered and the teachers began reading out groups and room numbers in order of club size.

To pass the time, Malleus gazed at the hotel, trying to see if he could find any gargoyles. To his disappointment, he couldn't see any.

Well then, he would have to take a flight to search further tonight.

The numbers dwindled slowly but surely, Sebek making off with Riddle and Silver and Lilia flying after Cater and Kalim.

Malleus found himself standing alone. That was fine. He was... used to being alone.

"Malleus Draconia." Trein looked at the list and back at him. "You will be sharing a room with Jade Leech, as you're both the only members of your clubs and Crowley did not want to book an extra room."

"Of course, professor." Came a voice and Malleus turned.

The Octavinelle vice stood there with a number of bags in his hands and floating around his head. Malleus hadn't seen him there.

"Room 609 on the top floor."

Jade took the key and sent a close-lipped smile Malleus's way. "I look forward to a two weeks stay with you, Malleus-san." He said, placing a hand on his chest.

Malleus was... surprised by Jade's almost non-chalant behaviour. Most students would try get a different room or swap with someone, pale faced and avoiding his gaze.

But Jade simply smiled and looked right into his eyes without even a hint of fear or even weariness.

"I return the sentiment, Leech." Malleus said, walking inside the hotel alongside the second year. "I'm sure we will enjoy each other's company."

Sharp teeth just barely poked out Jade's lips. "Please, Malleus-san, you may call me Jade."

Malleus was surprised for the second time in the span of three minutes. Nobody in his two and a half years of Night Raven College had ever asked him to call them by anything besides what he called them.

"Yes, of course... Jade." It felt strange on his tongue, but not unwelcome. Finally, somebody besides Sebek, Silver, and Lilia to be on first-name basis with.

They came up to an elevator and Malleus stopped short, looking the two metal doors up and down.

"Is something the matter, Malleus-san?" Jade inquired.

Malleus shook his head. "Not at all. I am simply unsure of how to use this contraption."

"Ah." Jade nodded. "You don't have this type of technology in the Valley of Thorns, then?"

"No, we use magic for almost everything. We have no need for technology."

"Well." Said Jade, looking at the elevator. "This type of technology would not be necessary in the Coral Sea, since all you need to do is swim up. It appears I don't know how to use this either." He looked sheepish for a split second before his face became neutral again. "I had meant to research it but it slipped my mind."

Jade looked at Malleus. Malleus looked at Jade. They both looked at the elevator.

"Shall we take the stairs?"

"Indeed."

Malleus would have teleported but... he would like to see if Jade would start a conversation.

As they made their way to the top floor, Malleus was impressed at how Jade was able to keep up with him. He certainly had more stamina than his dorm leader.

Jade tilted his head to the side at Malleus and hummed. "You are part of the Gargoyle Research Club, yes?"

"That is correct." Said Malleus, smiling proudly. "Not enough people appreciate that magnificence of gargoyles. And your club is?"

"The Mountain Lovers Club." Jade's voice pitched an octave as excitement lit up his heterochromatic eyes. "I often travel to the mountains for a few days to study various plant life. Although, my main focus is mushrooms."

"Mushrooms?"

"Indeed. Though they aren't plants. They are fungus that are more plant-like."

Malleus raised an eyebrow and they arrived at the top floor. "I did not know that." He said curiously. "But... mushrooms?

Jade smiled, closed eyes forming crescent shapes. "I simply adore mushrooms. They are endlessly fascinating and there is so much to learn about them. There thousands of variations and no single one is the same. They can be poisonous or delicious in a meal or function as a hallucinogenic."

Malleus's eyes widened slightly as he came a realization. "So... you could say that how you feel about mushrooms is like how I feel about gargoyles. They too, are endlessly fascinating, and there is no such thing as identical gargoyles. Not truly."

Jade's smile widened just a bit. "I suppose so, yes. Perhaps we could swap information, if you wish."

Malleus smiled back. "That sounds good. Ah, here we are."

They came to a stop to their door and Jade took the key from his pocket.

"I have heard good reviews of this hotel." Said Jade as he placed the key in the lock and turned it. "Excellent service, gorgeous views, and luxurious rooms. Let's see what we have."

He opened the door and Malleus would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed. He didn't know humans could make such lovely suites.

He and Jade stepped inside, admiring the white and gold colour palette and decor. There was a kitchen tucked into the corner, then a dining table and a lounge area with large couches and a flat screen television and just beyond that; a balcony looking out to the sea.

Jade put his bags down waved his magical pen. The bags that were floating by him opened up and at least twenty terrariums were pulled out, all containing different types of mushrooms.

Malleus looked at them in interest, taking note of the different species and colours and shapes, and he suddenly wished he knew what each of them were.

Jade made his way to the door that lead to the bedrooms and opened and stopped suddenly. "Oh." He blinked, looking into the bedroom of the hotel room in surprise. "Oh dear."

Malleus, who was poking curiously at the television, looked at him. "What is it?"

"It appears there may have been a mistake in the booking process." Jade murmured. "There is only one room. An en suite. And... only one bed."

Malleus left the tv and peered into the room. Jade was right. The room was large and lovely, but there was only one king sized bed, sitting pretty in the centre. "I see."

"It is too much of a hassle to change rooms now." Said Jade. "I can take the couch."

Malleus frowned. "That is a kind offer, Jade." He said slowly, carefully weighing his next words. "But that will not do. I cannot take the bed and leave you to sleep on a couch of all things." He hesitated before gesturing to the bed. "We can share, if you are comfortable with that."

Jade nodded and stepped into the room, letting his own guide his terrariums to settle about the room. "That sounds good, then." He checked his watch. "We should unpack. It is almost six and we have to go downstairs for dinner."

Malleus agreed and the two of them split the cupboard in half, Malleus's clothes on the left, Jade's on the right, and both their toiletries neatly packed in the bathroom.

When they went down for supper, Malleus felt quite disappointed when Silver, Sebek, and Lilia came over to him and Jade left his side to join Azul and Floyd.

Malleus almost wanted to make the room disappear so that he could talk to Jade some more. They promised to share their interests after all. But he would not be so brash.

Patience is key.

Dinner came to an end and Malleus bid his goodbyes, standing in the corner and patiently waiting for Jade to finish his conversation.

Jade waved to Azul and patted Floyd's head when his twin squeezed him goodbye, and then they went their separate ways.

Jade caught sight of Malleus and went to him, smiling.

"Hello, Malleus-san." He said. "It appears we are not the only ones with a rooming issue. Both Floyd and Azul's rooms only have one bed as well. It is quite amusing."

"Ah." Malleus smiled. "Lilia, Silver and Sebek have the same issue. It seems we have quite a conundrum on our hands."

"Indeed. Woe is us~"

The two of them chuckled slightly and then Jade went to take the stairs. Malleus stopped him, carefully taking his hand.

"I will take us there." Said the dragon fae. "It is quicker."

Before Jade could respond there was a flash of green light and they were in the bedroom. Jade stumbled slightly, lights dancing in his eyes, before straightening himself.

"Oh my." He said, blinking. "That was unexpected."

"My apologies!" Malleus said quickly, praying to the witch of Thorns that he hasn't just scared off his new companion. "I should have asked you."

"No no, it's quite alright." Jade waved him off, and touched the remaining green sparks curiously. "It was an interesting experience. Now, I believe we should get ready for bed. We have an early day tomorrow."

They brushed their teeth and Jade went to change in the bathroom, Malleus simply snapping his fingers to change into long black and gold pajamas.

He pulled open the covers in got in, sitting up and looking at the spot next to him. It was strange, knowing it wasn't going to be empty.  Knowing that he wasn't going to be alone.

Jade emerged from the bathroom and Malleus would have laughed if he weren't confused.

"Are those... mushrooms?"

Jade had a look of pride on his face as he opened his arms to show off his light purple pajamas littered with mushrooms and the word "kinoko" from top to bottom.

"I love all things mushroom, Malleus-san. Merchandise is no exception."

He then proceeded to climb into bed with no hesitation whatsoever and Malleus could not help but quirk an eyebrow at the casualness.

"You seem awfully calm in the presence of the Prince of Fae, Jade. Are you not afraid?"

Jade simply smiled at him. "I apologize if I have offended you, Malleus-san. In the deep of the Coral Sea there are horrors you could not begin to imagine. As they say, there is always a bigger fish. I have learned to be weary, but fear will only make you even tastier prey."

Malleus started. He looked at Jade curiously in silence for a moment, focusing on his face.

There was not a trace of fear, some slight guardedness and a bit of weariness, yes, but no fear or reluctance at all.

"How fascinating." He said at last. "I have heard about the Coral Sea, but never- ah- straight from a merman's mouth. It seems things are different there."

"They are bound to be. It is a dangerous life." Suddenly Jade laid and pulled the covers up to his chest. "Well? Are you going to tell me about gargoyles now? I never thought about gargoyles being interesting, I'm eager to hear what you have to say."

Malleus quirked an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic impatience and lay down as well. "I have to say the same for your mushrooms."

They turned off the lights and, in the dark, began to quietly share every little tidbit of history, features, and facts about their passions, listening intently and commenting when they could.

Jade was quite surprised. He never truly thought about gargoyles in this way. He supposed that he would have to look into them more.

"We should go look at gargoyles together sometime, then." He said softly  staring into Malleus's emerald green eyes. "I am sure it would be fun."

Malleus couldn't help but gasp a bit at that. "Really?"

"But of course."

Jade had originally wanted to use this situation to his advantage and slip something worthwhile from Malleus for Azul, but he decided against it.

Never before had somebody taken such keen interest in his mushrooms. It made him happy to see Malleus nod along, actually listening, and ask him various questions.

Malleus, meanwhile, was astounded. He never took much interest in mushrooms, even if there were a few fairy rings in Ramshackle's garden.

As far as Malleus was concerned, there were brown mushrooms and red mushrooms with white spots, and those were all he cared to know. But now, listening to Jade and looking at his terrariums, he wanted to know more. To see more.

"Jade, if you will be accompanying me to look at gargoyles, how about I accompany you to the mountains?"

...To spend more time with his... friend.

Now Malleus knew, Jade Leech was not someone that made buddies. But as far as he was aware, thanks to Yuu, this sort of thing was what friends did. Have a "sleepover", share stories, talk about things, stay up late.

It was in fact, very late. Almost three in the morning. But that was alright. If they slept in, nobody would dare try come in to wake them up except Lilia.

Jade's eyebrows raised and a look of surprise flashed across his face and he smiled. "That sounds... absolutely lovely, Malleus."

Malleus took note of the lack of "san" and he would dare say he felt giddy. It might be because Jade was just tired, but still. It counted as something.

After a moment Malleus continued to tell Jade about the talking gargoyles of the city of flowers, and how he had been rude enough to mistake one for a simple statute. Malleus still shuddered to think of it.

His story continued, Malleus completely sucked into his tale, until became aware of a sudden weight on his chest. He looked down, frowning.

"Oh."

Jade was out a like a light. Head on Malleus's chest and breathing soft and even.

Malleus stared down at him  baffled, before chuckling. "Yes, it is quite late. I think next time we should set a time to stop." He faltered for a moment, then placed his hand on Jade's head.

"Goodnight, Jade. Thank you for not leaving me alone."

-End

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Tagging: @adarkenedforest @honey-milk-depresso @cupids-chamber @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer

I hope you all enjoyed, I'm really proud of this fic, especially since I don't write Malleus often.

Also these two are an underrated pair

[itsonlydana]

"Sehnsucht" || Gran Turismo (2023)

Sehnsucht: German from sehnen (“to long”) + Sucht (“anxiety; sickness; addiction”)

meaning: yearning or craving, but the word as a concept and its roots can refer to a lingering illness of heart-wrenching pining for something

➛ pairing: Danny Moore x fem!reader

➛ idea: Two people too blind to see what the other feels until Jack Salter puts a stop to the hurting and wondering

➛ tags/warnings: Age difference, mature language, mention of drinking, idiots in love, hurt/comfort

➛ word count: 5k

➛ an: i am obsessed with this movie and Orlando Bloom so here we are - i wrote this baby in three days

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Fuck

Would have been the first word of the day but all you can do is groan as the feeling of something pounding inside your head drags you out of sleep.

The hammering is brutal and while your brain is still trying to fight back the lingering grasps of the night and you don't really know what is going on, you are sure you are dying.

"Fuck"

The curse, now being moaned against the warm spot of the pillow your face is mushed against, feels heavy in your dry mouth and hard on your chapped lips. The feeling is disgusting and not just because your mother always threatened to wash your mouth out with soap if you dared to swear but because your tongue is hefty and there is no spit left whatsoever and speaking feels more like grating the words over your teeth.

The hammering doesn't stop, it grows louder and louder, becoming unbearable as your body and mind wake up slowly.

Heat washes over your body in unpleasant waves and you try to kick the sheets away but they cling to your sweating body. You feel like you are burning up, not only from the sheets but from the inside as well. You kick the sheets harder, legs rubbing against each other until the fabric finally slides down and bunches together somewhere at your feet. You couldn't care less about where it lands.

The relief is instantaneous. A slight breeze caresses your nearly nude body and you slightly lift your head in the direction you presume the wind is coming from.

It's deliciously calm at this moment of quiet, the air fills your lungs, kisses the sweat on your body, sends refreshing shivers that soothe the pain in your head and a soft sigh escapes you.

Taking a deep breath your mind finally settles and in that exact moment the sweet moment of ease slips from between your fingers, blurred memories of last night crushing down on you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

A gasp tears through you as you sit up in shock, the sound tearing through your rib cage and lungs painfully like a punch and echoing through the hotel room you find yourself in. Your chest rips apart, every breath shattering another bone and ripping muscle after muscle, while the memories claw their way back from the hazy wall of your subconsciousness back into the forefront of your mind.

The dim light of the bar should've been dark enough to mush the faces, surely they had been counting on it, he had been counting on it but you would recognize him everywhere.

The dark hair with the curls falls into his face, hides his eyes which certainly are closed in pleasure and you can only stare at the hands that are currently raking through the locks, messing up the slicked-back style he favors. His arm flexes, the muscles straining against his shirt visibly even from far away, as he cages the woman against the wall while his other arm is planted firmly next to her head, hiding most of her but not enough that you don't see how pretty she is.

You should look away, save yourself from the pain the image inflicts on you and still- you physically can't turn.

It's like watching a car crash happen, it has been ever since Danny started talking to the woman. Him buying her drinks and flirting with her was the car losing control, spinning and swerving. The hope of everything turning out alright when he had dismissed her arm on his for only a second.

Hope blossoming under conditions far too dark, far too impossible.

Hope repairing the crack in your heart, only to rip it into pieces when he leans into her, whispering into her ear and she laughs and she blushes and you stare.

You stare

watching the car crash

watching Danny lead the woman to the dance floor

watching Danny put his hands on her waist, moving to the music, moving far away from you

watching them stumble to the bathrooms and not making it before he pushes her against the wall

watching alone from the bar, left alone, left to suffer.

And then there was Jack, pulling you into his side, placing a drink into your hand with a mumbled "Come on, drink up, kid" and you bleed and cry and hold on to the shoulder holding you up.

Danny left with that woman, you remember it clearly despite the effort to drink enough to forget. They had left not shortly after he had kissed her and after that, everything had been a blur of alcohol burning in your throat and stomach, the world spinning and turning and coming to a full stop somewhere after you threw up and Jack had to carry you back to the hotel.

It had become a recurring routine, an unhealthy habit you had fallen into ever since Danny Moore had kissed you after the first race you placed first, with all three of you celebrating and Danny and you walking along the beach after Jack had taken off to the hotel room. Your hands had brushed against each other, gentle like the waves coming up licking the sand, a soft caress of the side of his hand that wasn't stuffed into the pocket of his black coat until it became an intertwining of your pinkies, a soft and gentle fall of your hands into each other and his thumb stroking over your skin.

It was how he had pulled you in and kissed you, your hands pressed between your chests, breath coming quickly because of the swift movement and his lips tasted like the salty seawater when his lips moved in synch with yours.

You dry heave, another sob breaking out of your sore throat and would there have been any more liquid in your body you surely would have started crying again. But you were all empty, left hollow and raw.

Your eyelashes still stick together, as you lift a hand to rub over your face and they come back smeared black with ruined mascara. Forcing yourself to get up, you shift to the side of the bed, Jack's bed you presume from the black suitcase lying on the floor and some of his personal items scattered over the surfaces of the room. Legs dangling over the bed you lift your head and are suddenly confronted with your own image.

That Jack had a mirror placed next to the bed was a thought pushed away by the reflection you see. There is no room for any jokes as you stare at the puffy and reddened cheeks with black streaks running over them. They are an ugly reminder of how you tried to catch Dannys eye, the carefully applied eyeliner in the hope of him seeing you again ruined and smudged.

The bags under your eyes tell the story of many nights spent tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep with the things running through your mind. The question of why you were still trying is always there, whispered into your ear by your insecurities and fears in a voice that sounds strangely like Danny sometimes. Though you know that he would never ask you this.

He was still all over the project "GT-Academy"; despite the fact that Nissan offered him a bigger position which he had declined with a smile and a "No thank you, I am very happy where I currently am" to the cameras when someone had slipped it to the reporters.

They had asked you as well how you felt about Danny's decision, shocking you with this opportunity he hadn't told you about but thank god for all the media training. Falling into a perfected smile the astonishment and hurt were quickly hidden behind a positively neutral facade. You had told them you couldn't dream about working with anyone else than Danny and Jack on your side, moving the question away from its origin and following it up with the upcoming plans you three were working on.

After that interview, you and Danny had argued.

Again.

That started happening a lot more ever since he had kissed you on the beach and stopped looking at you the next morning. In front of the cameras, he was still praising you, talking about "combined forces" and "partnerships" and "teamwork" and "supporting you" while he strayed farther and farther from you away from the lenses and microphones.

Him joining you on the sidelines of every race, cheering for you and always hurling you into a hug if you did well became a rarity. At first the hugs stopped, became handshake and then he excused himself from the races, babbling about press conferences or filming commercials for Nissan before he simply stopped giving you an explanation and just showed up now and then.

He was slipping from your fingers, after three years of working with each other and flying all over the world to see new places and win races, he was harder to reach every day and every night when he would disappear with another woman you lost him more and more.

If you only knew what you had done wrong.

You flinched when a soft knock sounds through the room before the door is opened a crack and Jack tucks his head inside.

"So you are up already", he opens the door wider, stepping inside with the question you don't have the energy for to answer.

Instead, you shrug your shoulders, not turning away from the mirror.

Jack exhales and crouches down to his suitcase. "Don't know if you're hungry but I ordered some room service.", he grunts when he stands up again. "Suppose you should get at least coffee into you." A shirt is thrown in your direction and lands next to you on the bed. It's far too big, falling down to your thighs even while sitting down and you look like a child stealing their fathers' clothes.

"Thank you", you mumble, throat still dry and tongue still heavy.

Jack shakes his head, "No worries. Here, take this as well", he said and walks over to the bed with a bottle of water and what is probably an aspirin-both you take gladly.

While you swallow the pill and greedily inhale the cooling water, Jack sits down next to you. He leans back a bit, his hands behind him on the mattress and you wordlessly fall into the offered shoulder, your pounding temple pressed against his collarbone.

"You should talk to him", Jacks voice is low and the words spoken cautious and his left arm curls around your waist as if he knew you were close to jumping up and running away.

"Jack", you sigh his name in a weak form of protest.

He shakes his head again, before laying his chin on yours. "No I mean it. This won't go well if you don't clear the air", the words vibrate through your body.

"I have this under control" A lie. Not even a good one, as evidently proven wrong by the state of you last night.

"Don't lie to me, kid. I had to carry you into and out of the cap because you were so out of it. Not that I don't understand it. Shit, I did far worse stuff when I was in l-", he stops and you freeze.

The unspoken word hangs between you in the air, pressing down on you like a heavy weight.

"Kid-", Jack starts but you stop him, lifting one hand to lay it against his chest.

It's not like you have never talked about Danny with Jack. At first you tried to suppress the feelings slowly growing for the man but two years ago, when they started influencing your driving because you had no one to talk about it, you had confided in Jack. He had been surprisingly calm about the whole situation, not hot-headed as you knew him but maybe that was partly fault of the whole you still winning races and maybe turning up at his hotel room at 3 am with a bottle of whiskey had surprised him more than you spilling your secret.

So yes, Jack knew that you were falling hard for Danny, have been for a while.

"I didn't mean it like that", Salter says.

You sigh, deflating even more into him. "No, it's fine. I know.. I do", you pause, swallowing "I do love him"

The arm around you tightens and you feel Jack tensing up. "I will kill him someday. Fucking around with you like that. Fuck, he should know better" Looking up Jack wears a stony expression, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows drawn together.

"He has been in the media business far to long for him to fuck up this hard. And those women he fucks" He raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his nose, huffing out in annoyance. "Every damn press conference, I wait for the question about these women and their looks to drop and then I would love to see what he would do."

"Yeah", you sigh wistfully and turn your head back to the mirror. The next sentence is barely a whisper when you say it: "Why do they all have to be this pretty?"

In the mirror you can see Jack's eyes snap down to you, looking at you in a way that makes you think you missed something crucial and just when you want to ask him what that could be, a sharp knock comes from the door.

"Must be room service", Jack excuses himself, unfolding from you as gently as a man his size can and ruffles your hair. He stands up with another groan and you bite back a smile and a joke about how a man his age shouldn't be out partying this hard and late. There is another knock, knuckles meeting the door in the main room hard and fast, in an urgency that has Jack rolling his eyes. Grumbling to himself he walks out of the bedroom, heading for the door you can see from your place on the bed: "Fucking 5-star hotel and you would think with the money we pay they could wait a minute. Let me get that. You should eat something, and if I don't get ´nother coffee in me soon-"

The rest of the sentence dies on his tongue as he opens the door.

You stay quiet, watching in confusion as Jack's back straightens and one hand curls into a fist that surely wasn't a result of excitement at seeing coffee.

Then you can hear him, the low rasp of his voice, desperate and tired: "Jack, I fucked up. I fucked up hard"

Salter doesn't move an inch. Even when you can see Danny trying to take a step into the room, he squares his shoulders and blocks Danny's way with one hand stemmed against the door frame.

"Don't think you should be here right now", Jack says, a warning tone in his voice that Moore seems to interpret the wrong way.

"Oh, you have a girl in there?", you can hear him and see Jack shaking his head. "Then let me in, please. I need to talk to you about something important and I swear I will fucking explode if I don't"

"Moore-", Jacks voice takes on a low growl.

"No, Jack, I mean it. I fucked up badly. There was this woman last night at the bar, don't know if you remember but-"

"Moore, I don't really care who you pick up. If you need someone to get her out of your room call hotel security"

"No!", frustrated Danny groans. "She didn't stay. Not after what I did. Jack, I really don't want to discuss this standing in this hall! We have enough reporters on us already, don't you think?"

Before you had simply stared out the room, frozen at the sudden confrontation with Danny standing right outside but the mention of the woman, pressed against the bathroom, raking her hands through Dannys hair, her mouth clashing against his, you whimper and lift your legs slowly. Bringing them up to your chest, you wrap your arms around them, hugging yourself as to not break out into tears. You don't find any comfort in the fact that she didn't stay. It's even worse to think that Danny just finds a woman, fucks her and then she leaves him.

You could never leave him.

Not if he gave you the chance but he ripped that away from you before you could find out how his touch would feel.

What was it with these women that they could get his attention, even for just one night, but you were left alone to wonder and dream and hope and suffer?

The next whimper leaving your mouth reaches Jack and just when he whips his head to you, eyes looking you over to make sure you are alright, Danny uses the opportunity to duck under his arm and sneaks into the room.

You freeze up again at the sight of him. He is still wearing the same shirt as yesterday but now it's nowhere near as smooth, it's not even tugged into the black jeans and he looks so disheveled and panicked as he trips over a heel, your heel. Your hand flies to your mouth, trying not to make another sound and draw his attention towards you.

"Jack I need to tell you something and you have to promise me that you let me explain before you try to kill me, alright?", Danny stops, his back to the wide open bedroom door, and you don't dare to blink or move a muscle. You are fixated on his unruffled image, drawn into it by the pure realness of him. Where he normally is perfect, always knows what to say, always knows how to present himself to the public, he is now completely unraveled.

"Danny I swear to god-" Jack groans again. "Get out of here!"

"I can't!", Danny cries out, shifting his weight from one foot to the other "I fucked up. She could already be on her way to whatever newspaper is hearing her out and trust me; any of them will tear into her and then into us. Into me. Into her!"

Instantly, Jack's body language changes and with one swift movement the hotel room door slams close through a shift of his arm. "What the fuck did you do Moore?", he fixates the other man, staring him down and Danny shrinks, hiding between lifted shoulders.

"I said her name," he admits, and the room temperature drops.

Jack's eyes grow hard, his jawline is so tense you are sure his teeth are grinding against each other. You have never seen him this angry. Not this type of anger, anyway.

Jack Salter was hot-headed and was known for losing his temper if some of the male reporters threw some truly disgusting offers your way and a few years back when you'd tried to win your FIA-license and Nicholas Capa had made it his mission to nearly kill you on the track, Jack had been close to punching the arrogant boy in front of everyone at the podium.

This was a new version of his anger and it scares you how calm he seemed.

"You said what?", he asks, lip twitching and head following the question with a shaky movement.

"Her name", Danny moans, "Fuck, I was trying so hard and then I say her bloody name when I'm with another woman. I'm going crazy Jack, she's messing with my head and nothing helps"

Who was he talking about? You nearly break your skull thinking of the woman that Danny Moore had been seen in public within the last few years and while you can remember some names and faces from before the Academy, there were almost no memories of mentions or pictures popping up in the press after that. There have been the women at the bars, of course, but none of them had been with him longer than a night.

"Danny, I don't think we should have this conversation right now", Jack presses, moving towards the door again and his hand is already on the handle, fingers curling around the gold-colored metal when Danny explodes.

"How can you be calm about this, Salter? I bloody moaned our girl's name into the ear of a woman who is probably blabbing to a reporter and I need to talk to her before the press asks her why her mentor is thinking about her when he fucks another woman! I don't give a rat's ass who you have hidden in your bedroom! Tell whoever it is you picked up that you will be back but right now I really need your help finding-"

He turns around and your name falls off his tongue in a breathless stutter as his gaze glides into the bedroom. Onto you, sitting in Jack's bed with Jack's shirt, clinging to your legs in an attempt to calm down your breathing that has quickened up during the last few minutes and has now become quite panicked.

You two stare at each other, you already with tears blurring your vision but you can clearly see Jack rubbing a face over his beard. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, grinding out a: "Well now fuck this", before he pushes past Moore, who is standing still in the middle of the room, the arm he had swung into the direction of the bedroom dropping to his side.

The words are burning themselves into your mind as you stare at him, scorching your skin all the way down into your heart which surely has stopped beating because this can't be real.

Your hands fist themselves into the fabric of the shirt, knuckles becoming white with the strength and while your fingernails press into your palms nearly painfully sharp, you can't stop.

Danny Moore has a look in his face that you can't describe. If you had to try though, you would think of a mixture of absolute shock as he first sees you, morphing into anger, longing, and fear in a speed that not even your cars can achieve. His mouth opens to say something and you beg him with your eyes to please say anything, but he just lets his jaw open and close.

The great Danny Moore. Speechless at the sight of a bit of naked skin and you in Jack's hotel room.

Ironic how much you had wished for most of this.

While you and Danny continue the contest of not breaking away from each other, Jack is cursing and grabbing some stuff like his phone, a watch and the coat hanging over the end of the bedframe. He stalks over to your side of the bed again, taking your chin into his hands when you don't react to him calling your name and forces you gently to look at him. His eyes glide over your face, thumbs swiping away the few tears that have escaped down your cheek.

"You need to tell him", he says quietly to you, holding your face in the large palm of his hand. "You tell him everything and I am sure it will work out, kid. Be brave" Jack presses his forehead against yours before he turns and points a finger at Danny.

"If you do any more stupid shit I will nail you to the ground by your balls, Moore.", the threat has Danny nod, even though his eyes show he has no idea what is going on right now.

With that Jack disappears out of the door and the slam is loud enough that you flinch. The aspirin may have worked but the whole situation has your head hurting again.

You look from the door back to Danny, wincing at the man slowly walks into the bedroom. He stops at the doorstep, his posture unsure and drawn into himself like a mirror of how you are holding up.

You wait with bated breath for him to say what is going on, what he meant before.

He finally opens his mouth again, speaking slowly: "So you and Jack, huh?" and the laugh that leaves you is tinted in agony.

"No", you shake your head. "No, not me and Jack. I just slept here" It's a poor explanation, one that doesn't cover how you had curled into the other man's chest as you cried yourself to sleep. You half-heartily lift your chin and point into the other room. "He slept on the couch"

"Ah", Danny nods and pushes his hands into the pocket of his pants. He seems so unsure, so lost and nothing like the man Nissan prides itself with as marketing manager. No sign of his self-confidence in front of the cameras, just as little of his ability to speak quickly and well articulated in any situation. He is a picture of misery.

You two must make a fantastic looking couple right now. Nissans employee of the month and flagship racer reduced to two lost souls staring at each other in completely inappropriate states and a longing between them that would put Shakespeare's tragedies to shame.

You lose the tight grip on your legs, letting them fall back onto the mattress. "Do you mean it? What you said to Jack."

Dannys face screws up and he raises a hand to run it through the mess that is his hair. "Darling, I didn't want you to hear it like that", he starts and you can hear the apologies creeping their way into the conversation, the attempt he will grap on to deny because you know Danny and you know he will always try to save a situation with what he thinks is easiest rather than what is right.

"But I did", you interrupt him "I did and I want to know if you meant it. Because I really need to hear you say the truth right now" There is a begging edge to the words and you turn, sitting on your knees and pushing your fists into the crumbled-up sheet.

Danny comes closer, one step at a time, working out what to do and what to say. Brown locks fall into his face, eyes directed onto the floor like he can't bring himself to look at you.

But you- you can't look away from him.

He has the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up, his muscles flexing as he sits down carefully and leans forward, elbows on his thighs, hands rubbing over his face. You stare at the collar of the shirt, on the buttons he forgot or just didn't bother with and the skin that is right in your face because of it. There are freckles on his chest, dark stars dusted on his tanned skin, drawing you in in such a mesmerizing way.

His hands move to his hair, once again, raking his fingers through it though it doesn't change a thing. "Darling", he mumbles, focusing on his fingers and picking something nonexistent from his nails, "I have no bloody idea how I should start this, fuck. This shouldn't be how you find out, or what you deserve."

"You can't tell me what I deserve"

"No, but I know it's not me"

He finally looks up, dark chocolate brown eyes locking onto yours. There is a longing in them, one you have seen on pictures of yourself whenever someone captured you staring at Moore at press conferences. One that surely must be reflected in your gaze a well.

You shuffle closer. Close enough that your knees brush against his thigh and he flinches, his head twitching to the other side but one of his hands betrays his effort of holding back. It drops down to your leg and as soon as the warmth of his palm makes contact with your naked skin you gasp. Rough finger pads start moving in circles as you lean into him.

"Is that why you ignored me after the kiss?", you ask, and he nods.

"You deserve another man, a better one. Jeez, look at me." He points at himself, raising an eyebrow that radiates disappointment over himself. "I could be old enough to be your father and when I realized I couldn't have you I picked up women who looked like you. That's not the standard you should go for. You can go for so much better"

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to say, about to admit.

"Danny Moore" You lean in closer, the mattress dipping under the weight of both of you so close together and your body nearly topples onto him. You use both of your hands to steady yourself, fingers digging into the fabric of his jeans. "You don't get to kiss me, ignore me and try to replace me", your voice shakes, breath stuttering in beat with the double tempo your heart has taken to beat in.

When Danny looks at you again, there is a smile on his lips. "It was easier than doing the right thing."

"And which would have been?"

"Never stop bloody kissing you"

There is a second in which you simply stare at him, the wonderful and stupid man in front of you and then you kiss him. It's not as gentle as the first one you shared under a field of stars, not like you had imagined it ever since. It's messy and raw, your feelings pouring out of your mouth in desperate kisses and Danny answers. His hands find your waist under the shirt, holding onto you as he kisses you back and your eyes flutter close as his lips move against you in such a perfect way.

Both of you know you need to talk, need to figure out how to move on from this point- not right now though.

Right now you just give into the longing, the yearning, the hope blossoming in just the right circumstances.

And the Sehnsucht in your heart explodes, soars as it finally finds what it has been looking for.

[scientistswishingwell]

Thoughts about lichens, extraterrestrial fertilization, and my “leftovers” cookies.

Leftovers Cookies, without the leftovers. Originally made because I had leftover cookie batter from two types of cookies. Now I do it on purpose. Tastes like not being able to decide between cookies and brownies and getting both.

Ingredients:

2 1/4 c. flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

1 c. butter

3/4 c. granulated sugar

3/4 c. packed dark brown sugar

1 1/2 tsp vanilla

2 eggs

2 cups chocolate chips (I find I like to do 1 c. Mini and 1 c. Regular or chocolate chunks but I’m not gonna tell you what to do)

1/2 c. Dutch process cocoa.

Instructions

Mix all the ingredients except the cocoa. Split the dough in half and refrigerate one half. Add the cocoa to the remaining half. Refrigerate the cocoa half. Sorry, but the refrigeration is important. No slacking here. You can make the dough and refrigerate overnight, or make it in the afternoon and have fresh cookies after dinner. But you do gotta wait.

Once the cookie dough has cooled enough to be firm, preheat the oven to 375F. take some of each type of dough and mush them together a little bit into a ball about 1 inch in diameter. Don’t totally mix them. Place on a baking sheet with parchment or some other nonstick element. Bake for 9-11 minutes, depending on how gooey or crispy you like.

If you’re feeling really fancy, dust them with any of the following: coarse ground sea salt, flaked finishing salt, cocoa powder, coarse sugar for sprinkling, etc. If you are someone who likes nuts in your cookies, first of all, why, and second of all, you can use 1 cup of chopped nuts.

Okay, onto my baking thoughts. Hear me out.

Extraterrestrial fertilization, the idea that life originated in some other place in the universe, and was carried to earth by some kind of comet or something, is a really fun idea, but my least favorite theory for a few basic reasons. One, it seems so incredibly unlikely. And two, it really just passes the buck to another planet. How did they get life to pass on to us? It has to have originate somewhere.

That being said, my latest obsession with lichens led me to this hypothesis. It’s a little gushier than the average hypothesis, but I’m hoping you forgive a girl for putting poetry in her science now and then.

Bear with me, and imagine this:

A lichenous body is transported from unfathomable distances away via a meteor, comet, or a bit of exploded planet. It survives this voyage by being nice and cozy within its intergalactic shuttle, just enough so that the following things occur:

1. The organism is *mostly* but not entirely protected by the rocky body it is carried on

2. Since no self-respecting organism would attempt to do anything but keep the metaphorical lights on in this situation, the lichenous body goes into hibernation. This will have to involve an abrupt stop of cellular function, made possible by the freezing vacuum of space, for most of the critter, but enough time for a portion of the organism to create endospores. The endospores function as essentially a little package of nucleic genetic information wrapped up in as much of a bunker as the cell can build before it dies. Best case, the cell body remains intact, making an extra layer of protection for our little nucleic acid package.

2.a. The endospores formed by the cells are bare-bones. Basically, they ONLY have enough information to keep the lights on.

3. The rocky body, by some miracle, crashes into earth. It is solid enough so that it does not burn up entirely on entry, but small enough that it does break up a bit, freeing our extraterrestrial samples. Best case, it lands in the ocean, or some other deep body of water, so that it can cool down a bit.

4. The endospores “hatch” upon reaching a vaguely habitable environment. The endospores develop into bare-bones cells. They no longer know how to cooperate with another organism, but if they could be, they would be grateful for the sacrifice of their interstellar crewmate. Possessing essentially only nucleic acids (probably ssRNA or a precursor), all these cells know is Eat Hot Chip and Replicate.

5. A couple million years later, we have a bunch of cells that have figured out how to do things other than replicate. They have adapted to many environments and now want to start doing cool shit but don’t know how yet. One of the cells engulfs a smaller cells and saves it for later, in a membrane pocket. The big cell forgets about the tiny cell, and the tiny cell continues doing its own thing. The tiny cell realizes this is kind of cool, being protected, and starts sharing with the big cell. The big cell appreciates this, and decides not to eat the little cell. It even gives the little cell some extra generic information, just to hold on to. An ancient, evolutionary memory is unlocked of cooperation for the sake of not just surviving, but thriving.

6. The world’s first eukaryotic cell replicates. Mitochondria and chloroplasts are born, and those without them figure out other ways to cooperate to build micro communities. Micro communities become organisms, or blobs of goo, or microbial mats, or gardens. The cells all remember what they used to be before they got here.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Sonic Prime Extended Universe HCs - No Place

so we know that the Shatterverses aren’t “real,” full universes, just  distorted reflections of the Prime that aren’t fully-formed, hence why  there’s only like 6 people and two locations. However fucking around is  fun fun fun so I’m just gonna do a post for each universe dissecting  where the other Sonic Universe characters would be and what they’d be up  to. Please for the love of GOD add your own ideas/hcs in the comments I  want us all to melt into creativity mush.

No Place

sorry this is kinda short im buzzing with excitement about prime dropping tomorrow

go ask @birdsareblooming about her pirate au

As expected, Blaze and Marine’s lives are mainly unchanged. They’ve got more of a pirate aesthetic though so obviously this is a massive W

Silver’s been on more sunken ships than he can count. He’s pretty sure he’s cursed. 

Sally is the Captain of her own ship with the whole SatAM squad as the crew. If there’s no wind Dulcy just ties a harness to herself and flies the ship. And then lands in the water because they won’t let her crash on the deck anymore. Bunnie has a peg leg

Tekno’s ship can fly. dont ask how, she’s very talented.

Mighty and Ray are still very pacifistic but Ray is quite adventurous so they cross paths with quite a lot of dangerous folk in their travels. Mighty is, thankfully, very good at defending himself

The ARK was an actual arc...,.,.,

Mina is a Siren

Cosmo’s species are very landlocked, however most of the world is underwater so their land is definitely fading fast. She’s got Moana Syndrome and wants to see what’s out there!!

Nobody expects Vanilla to be a formidable adversary. They are all very, very wrong. Gemerl may be Cream’s bodyguard but his second job is holding Vanilla back

God how many times do I have to say Sticks is thriving. She really just loves chaos

You know who else is thriving? The Babylon Rogues. Wave and Rouge have a homoerotic rivalry and Jet is sooooo tired of it he sees Dread’s ship coming and starts banging his head against the mast

Hooligans are also fucking THRIVING. Fang’s ship is small but nimble, and can outpace almost any other ship. And, yes, Bean mans the cannons.

If the Zeti aren’t on their hex they have their own ship of insanity. Imagine the chaos. They’re all trapped on the ship together. Zeena has used Zor as sharkbait more than once.

A lot of the SCU humans ended up on one boat. Rachel has tried to throw Captain Tom overboard multiple times. She mutinies twice a day. It’s a tradition now. Jojo was told she wasn’t allowed to have her own sword and so she walked over to the cannons and started firing.

Morain is having the time of her LIFE. she LOVES fighting and killing and maiming and biting. Errol is a little more cautious but he cannot stop her

In LOVE with the idea of the Nocturnus being held in stasis in an undersea shipwreck. If only someone would come wake them up. Hey, Dread, let’s go swimming over here...

Breezie has her own crew and she’s #girlbossing. Bokkun on cannons ofc!

Rough and Tumble are so bad at pirating but god bless them they are trying.

Helen is really really into mermaids and Chris and Frances help her design fancy “tails” for dress-up. Chris’s family is rich so obviously he’s a prime target for pirates and he’s just like. used to it by now? Usually Helen and her mechanized chair come into save him so he’s comfortable just being damselled and hanging out in the brig. He brings his own card games for the prisoners of whoever grabbed him this time. He runs into Princess Elise like every other week and they have a competitive tally of who’s been kidnapped the most.

Tangle also has Moana Syndrome and has been desperate to go pirating since she like. came into being. Jewel is on her boat but she’s uncomfortable with violence so she just hides below deck and does all the paperwork and organization. Lanolin is the Captain because she’s the only one who can organize AND fight at the same time.

Whisper cautiously joins Lanolin’s crew after they help her out of a jam at a pirate bar. It took a while, but she became accustomed to Tangle’s wild ways and would die and kill for her.

Her previous crew was killed in a shipwreck. What killed them?

MIMIC SEA MONSTER MIMIC SEA MONSTER

The Sonic Boom Village are all on a ship together. Zooey is shockingly one of their best fighters and Sails would probably fall in love with her instantly. Perci considers herself the crew’s guardian and is very protective of them and of the ship, which she repairs herself. Dave still can’t cook for shit and Staci somehow still has a cell phone

Starline literally fished up Surge and Kit in a net. Kitsunami is a water spirit and had his water powers naturally in this universe, and he’s bound to Surge b/c life debt or smth.

Eyepatch!Infinite or bust

Clutch runs one of those pirate hideouts, like Port Royal in Pirates of the Caribbean, and he’s got tabs on EVERYONE. He’s got dirt on EVERYONE. Don’t cross him.

Instead of a moon, The End takes the form of a swirling whirlpool.

[dine-on-darling]

What if... crocodile taur pred

[xoxo-teddybear]

She’s Baby - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, crack

Summary: On a mission, Y/N gets hit with a quirk. Basically, she returns back to being a baby. And obviously, her boyfriend is left to take care of her.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: Y/N has the Cheshire quirk I mentioned in another post. The main thing you’ll need to know is that she can teleport and she can shape shift into any feline creature.

“......What am I looking at right now?”

Bakugou stared down at the small child being held by Kirishima. She oddly resembled his own girlfriend, with the same E/C eyes and H/C hair. Kirishima stood nervously as he let out a chuckle while sweat dripped down his face.

“Uhh..this is your girlfriend Bakugou. Some things happened on the job with Fat Gum and now Y/N’s a baby,” Kirishima explained. It took a second to process but once Bakugou finally got it, he started cackling. He bursted out laughing with tears streaming down his face. He went to pull out his phone and took a picture of your baby form, which was currently chewing on her foot through her pink onesie.

“Hehe, cute.” He whispered to himself as he looked at the photo.

“Ehem, anyways. Considering you’re in a relationship with Y/N, we decided to have you be her caretaker until she returns back to normal, which should be in just a few hours.” At his teacher’s words, Bakugou’s eyes popped.

“What?! Do I look like some damn babysitter to you?!” The blonde screamed.

“No, you look like her boyfriend. So man up and deal with her!” Kirishima said as he shoved you into your boyfriend’s arms and shut his dorm room door. Bakugou grunted and sighed before he looked down at baby you in his arms, he softly smiled down at your cute form that was cooing at him and reaching for his face.

“If our future kids look anything like you, they’re gonna be cute as fuck.” He said as he tickled your tummy.

—

After a few hours of having baby Y/N in his dorm room, Bakugou thought it’d be a good idea to get you both some food. A healthy meal made by the Japanese Gordon Ramsey himself should suffice.

Bakugou walked out of his room with you, not in his arms, but you standing on his shoulder, tugging on his blonde locks. Your baby form apparently loved high perches, which made sense due to your quirk being cat-related. As the two of you made it to the common rooms, the students of class 1-A took notice of the oh-so casual Bakugou that held a baby-you atop of his head.

“Uhh, Bakugou? You have a baby on your head.” Kaminari mentioned from the couch.

“I’m aware, Dunce Face.” Bakugou said as he entered the kitchen. “It’s just Y/N. She got hit with a quirk and now she’s like this.”

“Ohh, she’s so cute!” Mina said as she walked up to you two and took you away from Bakugou.

“Hey! Give her back!” Bakugou said as he reached for you. Mina moved back to dodge his attempt and succeeded.

“No! I wanna hold her! You’ve been with her all day!” Mina argued.

“Because Mr. Aizawa told me I had to take care of her!” Bakugou replied.

“Well if you don’t want to then I’ll happily do it!” Mina said.

“No! She’s my girlfriend so give her back!” Bakugou said, finally successfully getting a hold on you.

“She’s my best friend so let me have her!” Mina said as she jumped on Bakugou. Unfortunately, they both fell to the floor and landed next to each other on their backs. As he fell, you flew out of Bakugou’s grip and everybody looked to your falling baby form and gasped. “Oh no!”

Before you landed, your body teleported next to Bakugou. Your boyfriend looked at you in shock before grabbing onto you. “Shit! You scared me, Y/N.”

“Woah! She can still use her quirk?” Sero said as he walked to you three.

“I guess,” Bakugou replied.

“You guess?!” Mina said. “So she could’ve fallen and you weren’t gonna do a thing about it?!”

“It all happened so fast, okay?! And besides, I didn’t see your dumbass doing anything!” He argued as he held you against his chest.

“Because I was on the floor!” Mina argued.

“And that was your fucking fault!” The blonde said before he got up. He perched you on his hip as he grabbed ingredients to make a simple dish. He began cooking while still holding onto you and while some students offered to hold you so that he could focus on the meal, he only growled at everyone’s attempt to take you away from him. He refused to let anyone but him hold you after that almost falling fiasco.

—

Finally, it was time to feed you! Unfortunately everything Bakugou made wasn’t to your liking. Udon? No. Tamago Sushi? No. Curry? No. Oyakodon? Nope! Eventually he gave up and brought you to the supermarket so you could pick out some baby food. While you looked for food, your boyfriend couldn’t help but notice the stares he was getting.

‘These damn idiots must think I’m her daddy or something....well in a way I guess they’re right,’ the hormonal teen joked to himself ‘but I’m not no damn teen father!’ Bakugou went back to searching for something for you to eat and gagged as he looked at all the jars of mush.

‘Peas and Carrots. Spinach. Chicken and Rice. Gross. Who would feed a baby this shit?’ He thought. He held you in his arms as he watched you reach for a red-ish, pink paste in a jar. You smiled as you held it up to him while he read the label. “Dragonfruit and Chia Seeds..doesn’t sound half bad. Alright brat, let’s go,”

—

Back at the dorms, Bakugou set you in the common room couch. He would’ve put you in the kitchen, but there were no booster seats and that put you at a safety risk. The couch was the next best thing. Low to the ground, soft cushions, and you would have a carpeted fall if an instance were to happen.

While you got comfy on the couch, Bakugou took a seat infront of you on the coffee table. He pulled out the small jar of food along with a baby spoon and that’s when his group of friends walked in.

“Hey man! Whatchu’ doing with lil Y/N?” Kirishima asked as he hunched over the couch to allow you to play with his hands.

“Just feeding the brat,” Bakugou said as he opened the jar. “C’mon Teddy Bear, you gotta eat.”

Kaminari snickered at the pet name. “You’re still calling her ‘Teddy Bear?’”

“Yeah? She’s still my girlfriend dunce face!” The ash blonde said waving the spoon around. “She’s just, in a different body.”

“Yeah, a baby body,” Mina teased with a laugh. The Bakusquad (minus Bakugou) all laughed with her.

“Well at least I’m not calling her ‘babe’ or anything like that!” He reacted fiercely. “Whatever, Y/N, just eat the food.”

You looked at the spoonful of mush that your boyfriend was offering you and after staring at it for a hot minute, you smacked it out of your face. The scoop of food landed against the wall making a splat sound. The group of teens all looked at you in shock as you just laughed and clapped your hands together in excitement.

Bakugou was getting irked as he knew what was coming. But there’s no way, right? This kind of stuff only happened in TV. Right?

—

He was wrong. The jar was empty, but Y/N wasn’t full of any food. She had flung spoonfuls of dragonfruit on the walls, the ceiling, the floors, and the Bakusquad. You were the only thing in the room that was clean. The group of friends all stood covered in pinkish blotches as they circled you. They now all had a spoon that held the last bits of food. They were going to feed you. No matter what it took.

“Go!” Sero screamed and the friends all jumped into action. Kirishima dove in first but you teleported out of the way. He spilled his spoon as he hit the ground. When you reappeared, you looked to your left and saw Kaminari standing there. He smirked down at you with a crazed grin and when he tried to grab you, you transformed into a little kitten and knocked the spoon out of his hand, dropping its contents. You transformed back into your baby state and there, you met Sero. Not because he was standing there, but because the mad man was swinging with his tape trying to get to you. You once again teleported and he crashed into the wall, obviously getting the small amount of food on there as well. You stood on the kitchen island and Mina popped up behind you and got a hold on you. She successfully got the food into your mouth and smiled at the sight. She held you up in victory and the squad all cheered. Unfortunately, as Mina brought you closer to her face level, she looked at you and you spit the food right back into her face.

“Ah!” She screamed at the feeling of having baby mush in her eyes and dropped you. You teleported again and stood on the coffee table. There, Bakugou gently picked you up in his arms and cradled you. You fussed but he held the spoon in front of you and begged you to eat.

“Please Y/N. Just eat the damn mush.” He softly spoke. You looked up to your boyfriend who stared down at you with pleading eyes and you kindly took the spoon into your mouth, swallowing the food. The squad cheered again while Bakugou contently sighed in relief. He pecked your forehead before putting the spoon in the sink. “Hey Pinkie, mind giving Y/N a bath while I clean the place up?”

“Why me?” Mina asked, wiping her face.

“Because you’re both girls?” Bakugou said, looking at her as if she was dumb.

“So? You’re her boyfriend. Are we gonna act like you haven’t seen Y/N naked yet?” Mina said, smirking at the blushing blonde with a hand on her hip.

“S-Shut up! And this is different! I’m not looking at her bare baby body!” Bakugou complained while looking flustered with red cheeks.

“Fine, fine,” Mina said as she walked to Bakugou, taking you from him. You whined at the loss of touch from Bakugou and reached out for him with sad eyes and grabby hands. He smiled down at you and played with your baby hands.

“Relax you damn brat,” he said with a soft smile, “it’s just for a little bit. Okay?” He asked and you cooed at him, almost as if you were telling him you understood. He kissed your forehead before going off to clean the room while Mina walked away with you to give you a bath.

—

Mina returned with a clean baby in new clothes that she had Momo made. She gave you back to Katsuki who was waiting for you on the now clean couch. Once you were in Katsuki’s hold, you giggled and reached for his face. He smiled and leaned forward to allow you to squish his cheeks, just like how you would if you weren’t a baby.

“Yup, you’re definitely Y/N.” He chuckled before giving you another forehead kiss. The Bakusquad all sat with him again and watched their friend interact with the mini you. Kaminari was sitting next to Bakugou and kept trying to play with you, and you definitely enjoyed the electric blonde’s entertainment.

“Hewo there my baby waby~” Denki cooed in baby talk as he tickled your chin. “Our lil coco-moco-chucka-wucka-OW!” You bit his finger. The squad all laughed at the sight and even the bitten blonde chuckled before petting your baby head...in hesitation of course. Bakugou laughed before bouncing you in his arms to get more comfortable. He leaned back on the couch and you crawled up to his upper chest and got comfy. He held a hand below you to make sure you didn’t fall as he smiled in content. It was an adorable sight, truly.

“You know man, you’d make a pretty good dad.” His best friend said. Bakugou looked towards Kirishima with a weird face.

“Ugh, Shitty Hair, this is my girlfriend, not my daughter.” He said, rubbing your tiny back.

“Yeah we know, but the way you interact with her baby form, you’d make a great father!” Mina said. “And plus, we all see how Y/N is around children. Kids love her. You guys would be really good parents.”

The thought of you and him being parents put a blush on his face. You, him, a mini Y/N and a mini Katsuki. A dog with a big yard in the back of a big house once you guys are big shot pros. Sounds like a dream to Katsuki. He snapped out of his daydream once his friends all awed at him for blushing and smiling as it was obvious to what he was thinking.

“Shut up you idiots! We’re going to bed!” The ash blonde said before getting up and carrying you back to his room. He placed you down on the bed before turning around to get some sleeping clothes for himself. As his back was turned, a white glow went on behind him and when he turned back around, he saw you in your normal form, naked under his blankets.

“Uh, Suki? You mind?” You asked with a little giggle. He smiled at you before handing you a big tee and a pair of his compression shorts. You put that on and once again got comfy under the sheets. Bakugou got dressed for bed and joined you by jumping into the sheets.

He covered you in kisses and you giggled at his touch. “I missed you baby.”

Man did it feel good for Katsuki to call you that again and not have it be weird. “I wish I could say the same but it feels like I just saw you before I left for the job.”

“Well, you were with me the whole day. I guess that quirk just puts your brain on pause for a bit while you’re in baby form so it makes sense that the last thing you remember is the battle.” He said.

“I still can’t believe I was a baby. Bleh. Tell me about it!” You giggled. He laughed with you in his arms.

“Uh, I don’t fucking know. You were a cute kid.” He mentioned.

“Were? Baby, I’m still cute.” You said with sass and flipped your hair, he laughed at you again and kissed your cheek in agreement.

“Yeah, you are. But baby-you was really adorable. You almost fell but surprisingly your quirk still worked and you knew how to control it so you were safe.” He told you, but you pushed his chest away to look at his face.

“You almost dropped me?! Katsuki!” You yelled at your boyfriend.

“I know! I know! But, you didn’t fall!” He replied. You only huffed and sighed before having him continue,

“Anyways. Then I had to feed you but your picky ass wouldn’t take anything I made. Which is weird because you love my cooking. Mini you just wanted to be a pain in the ass.” He said ruffling your hair. “So I took you to the store and everyone there thought I was some teen fucking dad or some shit!”

“Wow Katsuki~ I didn’t know you had kids. Who’s the mom?” You teased.

“Shut up, dumbass.” He said with an eye roll, “besides, if I were to have a kid with anyone, it has to be you. I’m not putting a kid in anybody else. I refuse.”

That made you giggle and you felt the heat rush to your face. “Same here Katsuki. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

A comforting silence came over the two of you as you remained cuddled in his arms. A few minutes of silence and Katsuki finally asked his burning question. “Um...how would you feel..about growing up with me? And getting married. And-..I don’t know, kids?”

His breath got stuck in his throat as he waited for your answer. You looked up at him with a sweet face before giving him a loving smile and peck on the cheek. “I only want my future to be with you, Katsuki.”

He smiled again and kissed your lips. “Same here, Teddy Bear.”

A/N: Horrible ending but..whateva i guess :/

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[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

so. based on this post of mine, which was based on this post and the addition by @animate-mush, I have been braining on a vampire!jonathan modern reincarnation au. au soup. and while I may not have the stamina to write it (and the million and one other ideas I have), i have been able to outline it.

angst and such below because I love to torment the blorbos <3

• vamp!jonathan tries to confine mina in the castle that he took over from the count. there are no vampire brides to terrorize her, no pack of wolves at her door, just jonathan, desperate and obsessive and so filled with a dark, twisted kind of love. “they took you from me once, they’re not taking you again.” 

• she wants to leave. she has a life back in england and very little idea of who jonathan is at this point. all she knows is that his face is familiar in a way that should scare her. 

• she escapes one night through a window. they’re eating dinner together (if you can call it “together” when it’s only her eating and him sipping from a glass of what looks like wine) when he again begins pouring out a torrent of affection towards her, asking her for the hundredth time if she remembers him. she says no, truthfully, and through tears tells him that if he loves her as he says, he would give her her freedom. “I too can love,” he says passionately, before freezing, his eyes going wide and staring somewhere else as he realizes who he sounds like. who he’s become. she takes this moment to flee. he doesn’t chase her. not yet.  • but he knows where she’s going. • mina manages to stumble through the woods, using her ingenuity and sheer desperation to survive, until she finds her way into a train station. she ends up in a convent, cared for by the nuns, who write to lucy to say that mina has been crying in her sleep and calling out jonathan’s name. whether she’s screaming in protest or calling out forhim, they cannot say. 

• lucy comes to care for her and bring her back home. on the way, the nightmares keep getting worse. mina keeps dreaming of a life she doesn’t remember living. soon, everyday glimpses of things, of people, make her stop and stare into space. she thinks she’s losing her mind. first vampires, now past lives?

• lucy takes her to whitby to recover. they tour the old abbey, the lighthouse, the graveyard. it’s at the graveyard that lucy stops, now. “I feel like I’ve been here before.” 

• and mina knows. she knows what happened to lucy last time. when they wake to the news that a ship crashed into whitby harbor, mina and lucy know that now is the time to run. 

• they return home. both of them are remembering more and more. lucy’s friends/boyfriends— an exchange student in college from Texas, an aspiring psychology student, and her boy-next-door childhood friend— get involved, worried sick about how lucy seems to be deteriorating. it looks like she’s having a crisis of nerves, according to seward.

• it looks so much like it, in fact, that when lucy starts to weaken, he dismisses it.

• mina knows what this is. she remembers glimpses. god, it’s her fault, and it’s happening all over again. 

• seward insists that she seek professional help. he recommends a group run by his favorite professor— Van Helsing.  • it’s there, also, that she meets renfield. he knows what’s coming. doesn’t know how.

• one person with a sense of impending doom is a case. two is a coincidence. two, along with a steadily weakening friend of one and a shared belief between them, is enough to make van helsing suspicious. he interviews them both, then lucy, then seward and the rest. the dots are connected.

• the entire gang is assembled. van helsing and mina share what they know. seward doesn’t believe it, obviously. 

• not until they leave lucy out as live bait one night and wait, armed with crucifixes and garlic. they see jonathan come to her, put her into a gentle sleep, whisper to her that he always felt sorry for her and they wouldn’t get to her this time. he’d make sure of that. after all, his mina would need a friend.

• they leap out to drive him off. he flees. lucy is saved. now it’s known and believed by everyone. somehow, they’re part of a story that ended badly last time, and they have this one last chance to fix it.

• every time someone remembers something relevant to their pasts, they write it down. they compile diaries. just like last time. this time, no one is left out— not arthur, not quincey, not renfield, not lucy. mina compiles everything.

• the suitors hunt for jonathan’s boxes of earth. just like last time, they joke. beneath the joke, they’re unsettled. it’s reassuring to know that their friendship has stretched back a century. it’s less reassuring to know that they might not all make it out alive.

• this time, when renfield starts spending daytimes fending off episodes and not always succeeding, knowing that he’ll cave to an urge from outside himself, seward is one of the first to back him up when he asks to stay someplace away from the group. the two of them (safety in numbers) relocate, meeting up with the others in the daytime. last time it was his fault. this time, he changes his major. no use playing into a broken system twice.

• this does not mean that they are on good terms. both of them remember too much for that.

• on the last day of the box hunts, everyone goes. jonathan thinks he’d been clever to use carfax, to put the last of his earth boxes somewhere filled with bad memories for everyone, somewhere no one would want to go. in a way, he was clever, when he put different boxes in different rooms. the group splits up to search through the halls. mina and lucy find a few boxes in the crumbling old abbey.

• while lucy is busy taking care of them, mina sees a face in the shadows. she follows it.

• jonathan gets her alone. he tells her again how much he loves her, how they and all the rest can spend eternity together if she just agrees to be with him. and she remembers more of him, now. enough to know that the jonathan that she fell in love with was deathly afraid of losing her, would walk into hell for her, would lay down his life for her…but would not hurt her. not of his own volition. the jonathan she sees now is a sad echo of who he used to be, trapped as a creature that cannot help but lash out. perhaps looking into his eyes weakened her resolve, or perhaps she was too lost in the memories of who he used to be, but she kisses him out of pity.

• and his mouth is full of blood from his bitten tongue. 

• she realizes what has happened the second the coppery taste is on her tongue. in his desperation, not-jonathan sought to bind her to him. she screams out.

• the group comes to her aid, they drive not-jonathan away, but it’s too late. her mind and his are linked. he uses it to tell her that he loves her, over and over again. she cries.

• everyone is there for her. everyone. they’ve all lived this far, they’re not backing down now. whatever happens, they’re going to make sure that she— and what remains of jonathan— find closure.

• they chase not-jonathan back to the castle in transylvania. when they travel, the suitors fall asleep with their heads on each other’s shoulders. arthur squeezes lucy’s hand when he finds her looking out the window biting back tears. van helsing makes sure everyone’s resting and eating, passing out water and buying blankets and making coffee. the others sometimes find lucy and renfield and mina talking to each other in hushed tones about what it’s like, being tied to a creature like that. quincey can’t shake the feeling that it’s all going to go wrong again.

• they reach the castle before jonathan does. they used planes whenever they could, he took only trains. they lie in wait, all of them armed with knives and guns.

• quincey shoots out the tires of the hearse that comes up the castle drive. arthur and seward block the front of the car while renfield drags the driver out of his seat and lucy and mina throw open the back hatch. van helsing opens the coffin.

• he’s not there.

• of course there was a decoy. he saw what happened last time. this kept the crew busy until sundown. as night falls, mist forms into a familiar figure.

• he asks all of them. not just mina. he begs them to join him, asks them to stop fighting. can’t we all be happy together, for once? lucy won’t have to choose. those who died last time won’t ever have to be afraid of it again. van helsing, we can be the family you wanted. aren’t any of you lonely? mina, isn’t ours the holiest love? isn’t it?

• and mina goes to him.

• she kisses him and holds him tight, burying her face in his chest. crying.

• she apologizes.

• and while his eyes are closed, a smile finally on his face, she stabs him in the back. right into the heart.

• he doesn’t have the chance to cry out. he doesn’t even realize it happened. he dies still smiling, but the smile softens as it becomes that of the jonathan she knew, who never wanted to hurt her or trick her or drag her into a life that would only cause her pain.

• “maybe we’ll get our happy ending next time.”

[damselofblueroses]

Bambi, Ch. 3 R U Ridin? Part II

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations’ session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Chapter Summary: Byun Baekhyun and the Reader remember the day they spent in UN Village together while they are heading to Chios.

Word Count: 13k

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be 7 or 8 chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

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Chapter 3: R U Ridin? Part II (13k)

This chapter is a special gift to my bestie. I got your back, bestie <3

"I have no intention.” he slightly snorted when he pulled back for a good breathe, your heart was uncontrollably ramming into your chest. “Not when I finally have you in my arms.”

Your face heated like a pile of coats lit aflame.

Baekhyun’s pupils expand as his gaze to meet yours, he raised his hand and dragged his finger on your face, from forehead to chin while his other hand started to draw circles on your navel.

Delicately.

“Baekhyun,” you murmured, and unfortunately you were too naïve to try your feelings as he had gradually turned your brain into a mush. He kissed you and his kisses were like fire. It was meant to stay on you, marked you and burned you. He sighed into your mouth as he let himself drown deeper in passion.

It was not chaste since beginning, but now, you allow him to taste you enough to had him melting into your sweet flavour. His lips were crashing yours, bruising them, burning you to your cores and exciting you with the intensity he had. You have already crossed the line and you had no idea how to face Baekhyun later on, when you were going to be sober and awake, but now, you just want to feel him more.

All of him.

He broke the kiss just for a second, just for a breath. He’s already felt dizzy, he was going to be fucking you tonight and he was going to be fucking you for the rest of his life, as he’s already decided. When Baekhyun put something in his mind, there was no example of him turning his head from what he wanted.

He wanted you, therefore, you were his. That’s your fucking fate that must be accepted by humans on the earth, angels in the heaven and demons of the hell.

The hell, he’d let you slide out of his arms. You must be crafted for him with all the wits and nerves in this pretty head. You must be made for him with this soft and tiny body, just for Baekhyun to hold you, carry you, hover you, make you his and only his.

Did these make him obsessed with you?

He did not think so.

Did these make him in love with you?

Baekhyun would like to prefer calling as even a yandere, rather accepting he love you to the bits and pieces.

“You are so beautiful.” he heard his own voice. Hoarse as fuck. “You are so fucking beautiful; you drive me crazy.”

You blushed and giggled, as you were tired of holding all your defences to protect yourself, trying to trick your own mind and heart. You have been dying for this goddamn boy.

And the boy in question suddenly realized that his hips decided to move without a warning to his brain as he pressed you into the wall and grinding on you. He shut his eyes due to the pleasure you are giving him without noticing.

“I…” he trailed off, clearing his throat. “We have a problem.”

“What?”

You were ready for the worst. You were ready to hear he did not want to spend the night with you. You were ready to learn that he changed his mind.

But nothing could prepare you for his reply.

“I do not want to fuck you on the wall.” he muttered. “Well, not today.”

“It is impossible.” you snorted. “Even in your dreams, you pervert.”

“A man can dream.” Baekhyun inhaled your scent, cupping your hot cheeks kindly. “I often dream about you.”

“I am sure those dreams are also pervertish like you!”

“I already realized you are into degrading, sweetheart.” he brushed his nose to yours. “But I did not think you do it wholeheartedly.”

“I am n-

“But” he literally attacked to your lips. “I am also very into shutting your mouth.”

Something was growing inside your chest, something awfully made you to tangle your arms around his waistline and dragged him into your body, deepening the kiss. Baekhyun froze just for a second, stunned by the sudden encourage in your hands, then the only thing you could feel was his lips, shaping a sheepish smile almost on the next second.

“I’ve been dreaming since ages,” the tone he used made you blush in the blink of an eye, because you did not believe that you were going to like it the rest of his line. Or you would like it a way too much. “The wide range of ways I’d choose to have you, make you mine. So, you can tell that giving yourself fully to me feels like a damn treat to me.”

“How about using your damn mouth for useful tasks?” you felt suffocatingly hot and wiggling like a worm under the fire, then the realization of how Baekhyun would like to take your words hit you like a truck. “Oh, damn it, I did not me-

“Ah, we will come to that step.” He fucking smirked on your skin. “I will show you all the things I can do with my damn mouth.”

It was frightening how you feel so okey with everything came from his damn mouth, but it was even more frightening that how you craved for the things he just promised to you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to break something due to the tension going through your veins, but Baekhyun seemed like he could tease you for the rest of the night.

You changed your mind, untangling your arms off Baekhyun’s shoulders.

You wanted to break Baekhyun, but you did not know a single thingto be beneficial for your goal. Obviously, you were aware of there are many ways to please someone, but theoretical speaking could accompany to you like two or three steps more.

Kissing him like crazy? you inwardly thought, fingernails sinking into your palms. What the fuck I was doing? It seems ineffective.

It is like having two Indy in the same table and letting them to hold a conversation about how to give hard times to their mutual crush. One of them seemed more mature, more confident, and experienced, instead of the other one who looked like a lost puppy. It was crystal clear which one you would kill to be.

Handjob then? You gotta be kidding.

Blowjob? Jesus fucking Christ, girl, do you even know how you can perform such a hell of a job?

You were left to your own devices once Baekhyun cut the show in your mind by leaning half of his weight on you.

“Hey,” you have never heard his voice soft to this degree. “What happened? Why don’t you look at me? Do you wish me to go?”

He never sounded like he truly meant his words. Your idiot heart found the way he looked at you extremely endearing.

“No.” you shrieked eyes wide. “Stay.”

“Why don’t you look at me, then?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. As you waited in silence, Baekhyun really became unconfident with his words and acts. Did he offend you? Did he talk too much? Did he do something to make you feel uncomfortable? Why do you insist on averting your eyes from him? “Indy?”

The nickname.

“Baekhyun.” you inhaled, darting your eyes to his face with all the power you have, giving him a real reason to forget how to breath. “I’ve been dreaming about you since ages, too.”

Well, that was the last thing Baekhyun could hope to hear from your lips, but you did not stop there, you could not stop your goddam mouth anymore.

“I want you to have me like there is no tomorrow.” you muttered. “I want you to mark me, make me yours and never let me go.”

Baekhyun noticed the fire growing in the deepest and darkest areas of his mind, burning, and destroying everything he believed he knew very well, till now. You were shaking his world from its pillars with fucking words. Not even the best ones, not the greatest fantasies he heard until now, but you were tearing him to his bits.

“Tel-

“No.” you placed a finger on his plush, pinkish lips, then a smile shaped on your face. “You listen, I talk. Or I will not give you head.”

“Do you know how to give head?!” his breath hitched in his throat.

“No.” you shamelessly admitted. “Does it matter? I am sure you want to educate me.”

“Indy, I warn you, do not g-

“Should I not dare to give further information?” your finger wandering from his lips to his neck, drawing circles on his porcelain skin. “Oh, too bad.”

You pushed him till his knees hit the bed, as you managed to catch him like a rabbit, gazing the car lights, he fell down onto the bed without even noticing as he was watching and hearing you in such an awe.

“Too bad for Baekhyunnie.” you literally cooed, the fire inside Baekhyun’s eyes went crazy after hearing the nickname, he did not understand the transformation happened in front of him in nanoseconds, or when he gave the control to you, but he realized he fucking loved to see you like this. Straddling him like you own him, hovering his body and unconsciously starting to move your hips to catch a friction. His hands moved to your hips without realizing. You had him putty in your hands, and Baekhyun enjoyed every seconds of the show you are performing. “Because a good boy has to listen, right?”

Damnit, you thought in your mind. What the fuck I said just now?!

Baekhyun gulped and glanced at you as he could not believe whatyou are turning into. You were looking like a vengeful goddess taking his breath away from his lungs. His forearms tightening and threatening to form fists on the bedsheets.

“What did you call me?” his voice was almost muffled down by your breathing.

“My good boy.” you repeated yourself without hesitation. You were not sure what the heck you were doing, but you were definitely intoxicated with the spell he put on you. “I want you to break me apart, Baekhyun. Shake my world till I cry, till the only thing I can say is your na-

Baekhyun now is the one who closed the gap between you this time, kissing you like his whole life depends on the kiss. When he pulls away, your heart palpated, stomach swirled in a fucking row. He wets his lips, framing your face with his hands, pulling you onto his forehead.

“I am going to give it to you.” he promised. “I am going to make you feel just good till I will be sure of you’d comeback to me all the time. I am going to fuck you till you sing my fucking name.”

Baekhyun sighed into your mouth, his eyebrows furrowed as he let himself drown deeper in his lust for you. He invited you to taste him, he allowed himself to own you like he wanted nothing but being sure of you melt into his tongue.

He set your whole being ablaze with his kisses, burning you to your core with a passion that could be the rival of blazing sun.

He kissed you like you were oxygen, and he was dying to breath. He turned, pressing his body onto yours, his hands travelling around your hips and legs, tangling your legs around his waistline.

You could feel that you managed to break Baekhyun’s will on teasing you.

And you have never ever been so wrong in your life.

“I am going to be sure,” he landed both hands on your shoulder, grabbing you and peppering kisses on your neck. “You are going to take everything I give and be fucking happy to oblige me.”

“Okay,” you never spare him a glance. “Stop, you little jackass.”

Baekhyun consumed your lips like kissing you pays his rent, chuckled like a little devil just he is, wandered his hand through your body like casting enchantments on you.

He kissed you with his heart, pouring everything he has into the kiss, warming you up, turning you stupid, feeding you with a honey liquor from his goddam, skilful and sinful mouth.

Both of you are now consumed with desire but in the back of your foggy minds, both of you notice the very fact that you are driven by mutual affection, care, and love on top of desire. You were composed by tangled limbs, heavily breathings and hearts are thundering loud. You caught the taste of mint and cinnamon on his tongue, and it tosses your senses back to dishonesty. You did everything in your power in order to persuade yourself you only want him this way because lust is your driving force, and he is nothing but a goddam full course of meal in the best example of mankind.

“I do not love you.” you heard your own voice. “Do not get wrong ideas.”

“If you think I would go on my knees after this,” Baekhyun smirked, you could feel his lips following an invisible path from your neck to the valley between your breasts. “You are fucking wrong, sweetheart.”

“Good.” your heart skipped a beat when he holds you by the nape, taking control of your body while you move unconditionally, bringing him back to your mouth again, fingers found their way to the collar of his hoodie. You did not ever want him to stop, you did not want to stop.

“I definitely go on my knees during this.”

You wanted to hate him, you wanted to kick him in the most painful and sensitive areas, but Baekhyun made you feel wanted and no one could make you feel the way he does right now. He was demanding and passionate, rough and soft, cold and warm, sweet and sour at the same time. To you, Baekhyun was overwhelming, and there is nothing dangerous more than a man who knows how he made his girl feel. He was so captivating, so alluring, so dangerous and his eyes were equally as dark as they were reeked of masculinity and femininity.

“Shut the fuck up, Byun.” you softly kicked his thigh, made him chuckle.

Even though Baekhyun looked like he is on the driver seat, his control wass just deceiving as he has never felt the fire consuming him when you hungrily, feverishly kiss him back, pulling him to yourself just like the proximity between your bodies were killing you. Baekhyun was only a few steps back from losing his mind.

He thought he just want to fuck you just fine. He believed if he could fuck you, his hunger for you would be end as he’d fuck and ditch you, aftermaths.

Lord, he has never been so wrong in his life.

When he held you between his arms, he noticed the most important aspect which changed his perspective forever, striking him like the lightning.

Baekhyun was made for you and only you.

He finally understood why he has always been your invisible puppy tail the reason is unbelievably simple and clear, but Baekhyun always rejected to question his feelings for you. Now, as he could feel your heartbeat just beneath his own, he saw what he had to see a quite years ago.

You were the only girl Baekhyun could see. He could search seven seas and three continents, but the result would be the same, you will be the only girl he needs to feel by his side as his friend with benefits, his girlfriend, his lover. Whatever you’d decide is fine by Baekhyun, you name it you get it.

Baekhyun knew that he is the sun, shining and radiating heat to everyone with his physical, mental, and emotional attractiveness. He was not so humble when it comes to talk about self-perceptions, Baekhyun already know how charming he was as a package with no failure.

But there was a good, solid reason why Baekhyun unconditionally obliged to your wishes as they are his commands.

You are his moon.

How could he convince himself when he finally got the taste of you? You were just like sun and moon, okay they could not rise and down together, but they share the same sky, they chase each other as you and Baekhyun always do. He was going to find a way for you to be together, even it was against all the nature, Baekhyun is going to carve a plan.

You meant to be together, and it is clear as fuck to his eyes. Even he hated you, even you loathed him, even killing each other would make you satisfy, Baekhyun understood that he was never ever going to let you go. His moon has to rise to his skyevery night. He was surprised to see the possessive side he has, but he was fucking possessive when it comes to you.

“I want you for myself, Indy.” he muttered, slipping his fingers underneath your navy blue hoodie, caressing the soft skin above your panties. You instantly felt the need of wiping your chin with the back of your hand because you could feel you were drooling. “Everything you have, I want.”

He brushed the tip of his nose to yours.

“And more of you.” your lips were on his. They were pressed lightly, the softest pair meeting with fiercest ones, only for a brief second but enough to make your heart wildly rammed into your ribcages, shaking you out of the reality. “You wanted me to tear you apart, sweetheart you should have heard all the things I want to do to you.”

“Yeah, and then what?” your own voice started to sound like strange to you. His fingers moved to the south, touching you just there. You unconsciously tugged his upper lip between your teeth, and Baekhyun groaned at the sensation, pulling himself back and giving his attention to the column of your throat. “Lord, it feels good, please never stop.”

Your voice was obscene in his ears, the way you were pleading for him just as your words were provoking him to just tear you apart in the blink of an eye. It was the final string of his self-control before he completely lost it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, leaning over to rip your hoodie off your body, his irises were blacker than brown, glinting with desire and his breathing pace turning into something almost painful at the sigh of you lying beneath him. “I am the only one who can have you like this, you got that?”

“Bae-

“You fucking got that?” he never thought he could demand such as a thing or he could need to hear an approval. “Say it.”

You exactly felt like you got his point. Therefore, you did not feel like you were going to have a fucking crush on anyone else like your heart was reserved for Baekhyun. You wanted him to know that. You wanted him to understand how you feel, but you did not want to sound like you were hopelessly in love with him.

As a minor drawback, you were not ready to accept the ugly truth.

You decided to keep it simple as you caressed his cheek, wondering if you ever give the right of being honest with how you feel about Baekhyun even to yourself.

You decide to tell him a half truth.

“Till I will hate you again.”

Baekhyun’s gaze softened, you wondered why there was an instant smile forming on his lips like he definitely knew your secret. When he kissed you again, you understood there was no turning back this time and an indiscernible contract was sealed with his feathery pecks on your eyelids.

You were breathing hard as the scent of sea and cinnamon filling your nostrils, your lips were bruised and red as Baekhyun’s were the same. He pushed your hoodie off with hasty hands, you helped him while your fingers found the hem of his hoodie.

“Take them off.” you could not help but sounded like begging. “Baekhyun, I want to see you.”

He answered you with a soft moan, yanked his hoodie above his head and tossing it to somewhere in the room. The second, you were in his arms again, your hands circling his neck while you were admiring his body.

To be honest, you were raking your eyes over every muscle he has, especially with the sight of his jogging pants hanging dangerously low on his lips, presenting his v-lines and packs of abs that ripple with every move he made. Your body was pressed against the sheets, Baekhyun tangled your legs again to his waist.

“Like what you see, Sweetheart?” he noticed how you looked at him, could not fight against the urge of teasing you.

“You have no idea...” you were not able to even lie as your mouth felt like a desert in a nanosecond. “I do not know you really work out.”

“You really want to talk about my gym schedule, right now?” he literally snorted, averting his eyes from you as he had no intention to confess, he took really good care of himself because he was desperately hoping to catch your attention one day. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like lifting your hips and helping me to take that be- Wait a second, what the fuck is this?!”

Baekhyun frantically took off your hoodie and forgot how to breath.

Well, maybe you were inexperienced on certain activities, but you had a fully approved taste when it comes to lingerie, instead of dull, colourless, or mismatched panties and bras, you were fond of good and high-quality pairs. You expected that you would be embarrassed when Baekhyun discovered what you kept under your hoodie, but you quickly differed the feeling flowing through your veins from discomfort as you were deliberately proud of yourself as you watched Baekhyun’s face expression. His eyes widened when he finally saw the blue pair you’ve been wearing, his lips slightly parted and a considerable amount of blood invaded his cheeks as well as his not so appropriate to be mentioned body parts.

The body part in mention started to scream, but Baekhyun mentally kicked himself in order to get his control back. He had been waiting for this since years, he was not going to finish himself in seconds. He was going to enjoy every second of what he has in front of him.

Literally and figuratively.

But you never make it easy for him. Never ever.

“We call them as lingerie.” you deadpanned, holding your smirk back. “They say hi, Baekhyunnie.”

“Oh, really?” Baekhyun just laughed at your attempt. “I would not get cocky too much if I were you, Sweetheart.”

A devious smile tugged at his lips, and you almost choked around nothing at the devilish look on his eyes as he touched you just down there.

“W-why?” you shuttered, heat rising to your cheeks. You let Baekhyun’s hands to sneak towards your bralette, cupping your breast. Though he wanted to tease you, Baekhyun was caught by your pretty face and an exchange happened between your eyes.

Silently. No words spoken. Another invisible bond, another invisible promise.

I want to have you, your eyes seemed to say. Sincerely. For the rest of our lives.

You already have me, babe. That was his response. Since the beginning, I am yours and you are mine.

His right hand moved to your face, gently cupped your cheek, almost timid as he caressed your skin. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. Baekhyun could catch your irises got teary before you close them.

“Indy,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

You obliged to him, and his heart literally skipped a beat, he honestly could not believe that he wasted this whole time pretending to be your biggest rival instead of your number one fan and lover, but he decided to make you to laugh, rather letting you to cry.

“I am on my knees, I do not want to lose you, so put your loving hands up, darling” Baekhyun quietly sang but managed to sound like the son of devil. “I am begging you.”

“Byun Baekhyun,” you could not help but burst into laughs. “Really?”

“I love this song. Don’t you think Maneskin do a great cover?” he kissed your eyelids. “If you want, I can sing it again while I am literally on my knees.”

Your laughs faded in your throat as his touch moving down on your body and bringing you closer to insanity. When he dipped his head down on your breast, your breath hitched in your throat and your hands instantly tugged onto his hair, pressing him onto your body. He could count your pulse, and he did not believe he would ever grow tired of this feeling. Having you half naked under his own body and you were fucking responsive to every single thing he was doing to you. From the smallest peck to the sloppiest kiss. It was so obvious how much you needed Baekhyun, and it was such a satisfaction for him after the years he was longing for you.

He pinned you down to the bed, his mouth zealously tasting the skin of your neck while his fingers toying your nipples. Your hands tracing on his biceps, swirling around the soft skin and you had no fucking idea the effect you had on Baekhyun. If you two could be a painting, the audience would think you were the victim and Baekhyun was burning you with his touches as the devil himself coercing a little, tiny fairy into his cage, your wide eyes and trembling hands telling that Baekhyun was your hunter. If only they knew that you were fucking desperate to be in his arms and you had the devil wrapped around your little finger.

To be honest, he was shivering under your touch and making him to tremble like a damn virgin required a lot.

“Baekhyun,” you harshly pulled him to yourself like he was not close enough. “You are not attractive as Damiano and it kills my mood.”

“This does not agree to you, baby girl.” he slipped his hand under your panties, his eyes widened in mixture of feelings, shock because he did not dare to dream the thing he could feel at the moment and excitement because he fucking felt it on the tips of his fingers. “Godfuckingdamnit, you are soaking. How generous you are! All for me, Sweetheart?”

“No, I am dreaming about my favourite man.” Your face was burning enough to turn you into red from your forehead to the neck. “Damiano does the work, I guess.”

“You’re so lucky to have me between your legs instead of that Italian.” Baekhyun just brushed your attempt to save yourself from misery off. “And your favourite is so adamant to bring you such a high.”

His voice was fucking deep and rough, he did not say anything dirty, but he succeeded to sound fucking mischievous and you were dying on the spot.

“This is the last time I ask.” he whispered to your ear. “Can I have you, darling?”

You could feel shivers running down your spine as you kicked him.

“Do not fucking whisper!”

Byun Baekhyun was dead after hearing your whining. Well, not actually but he felt like he lost ten years of his life because how cute you were. He sent a smile towards you, by now he was certain that this night would be the best of bests, number 1 in his Top 10. He was grinning, and he felt on top of the world.

He wanted to give you everything. Even the things he never would think of entrusting to someone, he wanted to tell you everything he thinks, he wanted to sing the cheesiest love songs to your ears, he wanted to bake cakes for you, he wanted to pour chocolates over your head, he wanted to roll you in a blanket during the rainy nights, he wanted to feel your head on his shoulder after a long study date, he wanted to bring you coffee when you spent whole day in library.

He wanted to love you like a gentleman he was, but he did not want to look like a lovesick dork.

“Ah,” he purred to your ear again, saving himself from the embarrassment secretly growing in the back of his mind. “Bold of you thinking I follow your orders.”

You squirmed under his touches and sultry voice, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He wasted no time to place burning open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your neck and shoulders. Baekhyun was never a fan of love bites, but he realized he wanted to give you something was going to remind him tomorrow morning. This realization made him to notice that he was still not sureif you were going to provide him to have you again in his arms.

His stomach churned but not in a desirable way.

He bit your collarbone and pinched at your perked up nipples.

“Did you just bite me, Byun Baekhyun?” you pulled his hair with all power your muscles have, displaying your irritation. Baekhyun saved his hair from the cage of your hands and dipped his head to your collarbone and shoulders, refusing to break eye contact.

And he bit you again.

His bites were not painful or rough on you, instead he sunk his teeth on your skin softly, it was clear as he was not aiming to make you upset, but he had something in his fucking mind. Well, as you have not spent time on thinking on hickeys in your entire life, so you had no clue on his plan. You let him to continue his assault on your collarbone, as you started to feel giddy.

Eh, tomorrow morning your comprehension on these bites would be drastically changed but for now, your problem was different.

“It tickles.” he heard your chuckles. “Baekhyun, you tickle me!”

Your face flushed with heat, as your laughs turning into a crescendo which Baekhyun found a new way of his amusement, his smile widened, and his soft laughter bubbled into the air between you. Baekhyun felt like he was blessed by the gods above every time he was the one who made you laugh like crazy. He noticed that making you happy is more important even than making you. He had to admit that you denuded Baekhyun and under the peels, he recognized he was wholeheartedly in love with you.

And it was not something easy to swallow.

His knuckles brushed softly over your skin, and he hated how much he wanted to crawl into your heart. He wanted to fuck you so bad.

But he wanted to take his time and savour every moment.

He wanted to have you, then ditch you.

But he knew he was going to be under your fingertips for the rest of his life.

“Indy,” his breath intermingled into yours. He was on the verge of confessing everything he felt to you, but you pulled his face closer and kiss him fervently.

“Baekhyun, didn’t I tell you use your mouth for good?” your eyes darkening with lust and need. “Instead of acting like a bride-to-be?”

Baekhyun laughed and flicked to your forehead.

“Says the virgin.”

“I do not see you doing something about it.”

“Let’s change it, huh?”

**

“Baekhyun, wait!”

Well, even though you were trying to be a tough cookie, you had to make him stop due to the pain you had in your, um, lady part.

“Does it hurt?” he broke the kiss at the moment, breathing hard and his eyes hooded with desire and worry. He saw how you winced in discomfort, his face softened, and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. A gentle kiss was placed on your cheekbone, had you melting under the kindness. You still felt the pain but did not resist to urge of kissing his jaw and reached to his lips.

Baekhyun wanted more. Needed more. Dying for more.

But it was time to be patient as your face telling him you were in really ache.

“Let me try again, baby.” he retracted his fingers, gliding them out of you very slowly, you tried your best not to hiss, but you completely lost it when he brought his fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his saliva and slipping his hand back between your legs. You fucking blushed at the sight as he leaned on your ear. “Let me hear you if it hurts.”

You nodded and he pushed them in. He heard your little whimper turning into moan as you grabbed his shoulders, squeezing your legs.

“Pain and pleasure together, right baby?” he smiled but there were wrinkles near his eyes. He did not like the pain part, but he did not know how he could do all these without hurting, technically speaking, taking someone’s virginity was neither easiest nor the most aesthetical experience. However, he had to confess that though he was really upset to cause you pain, the selfish part of him was happy to be your first.

And he was real when he aimed to be the only.

“Yeah,” you gasped. “But isn’t It boring? I mean, what about you?”

“What about me?” he raised his eyebrows, trying to ease the pain and relaxing your muscles as much as he could with his fingers. Your head thrown back, and you seized his wrist, but it was very clear there was something bothering you too bad and Baekhyun hated to see the clouds in your eyes.

“How,” you took a deep breath. “I do not know how to make you feel good. Teach me what to do.”

You were in pain, it was obvious.

You were relaxing bit by bit, that was obvious too.

You were nervous, that was fucking clear.

But Baekhyun did not foresee you being worried about his pleasure when you were the one who had real, physical problems right now.

“Is this your problem? Really?” his chin dropped for a second, could not believe your words. “Aren’t you in pain?”

“Well,” you were breathing hard. “I guess, it is not the breaking news.”

“The breaking news,” he pressed into every letter, swallowing some silent curses back, weren’t you such an idiot but the cutest one? “I enjoy a lot to see how you started to rock your hips to my fingers.”

He reached deep inside after his sentence, directing his gaze onto you.

“And you have no idea having you around me makes me feel.”

If the words could kill, you would be dead in the blink of an eye but they, thank God, could not. Though, you were not sure about Baekhyun’s abilities since he applied pressure on your clit with his thumb and rubbing against your nub.

“Tell me how you touch yourself.” he asked with a genuine curiosity. “It may work.”

The words could kill, you decided as his question almost knocked you out. You bit your lip, hesitating to tell him the very ugly truth, but to your dismay, Baekhyun did not fucking stop.

“Show me.” he dragged your hand to your clit.

You had no choice.

“Uh,” you closed your eyes. “Why you are so annoying?!”

“I know you are not good at observing the facts, but I am trying to help you at the moment.”

“On the contrary,” you zealously pulled your hand back. “You multiple my embarrassment.”

“I can close my eyes while you are doing the work if you lik-

“I do not touch myself, idiot!” you said it in a breath.

Baekhyun was already aware of the fact that you were the first, and only, person in his The People Never Stops to Give Me Heart Problemslist.

But hearing you really got him out of guard.

“Ha?”

“Do not make me to say it again.” you covered your face with your hands. “I am already going crazy over here.”

“So, you are telling me, you never touch yourself?” Baekhyun was almost choked on his own saliva.

“I really appreciate your consideration of my wishes.”

“You cannot expect me not to ask!” Baekhyun exclaimed. “Why?”

“Is it a crime, JesusfuckingChrist?!” you snapped back at him. “What do you mean with why? I do not feel any hunger till now, I do not need to do it!”

Till now.

Baekhyun caught those two words and hugged them mentally.

“I feel very privileged, babe.” he tried his best to regain his composure. “Let me ask you something.”

“Before you go,” you deadpanned. “I prefer my men as tall, dark and fucking quiet.”

“To your dismay,” Baekhyun started to press his hips against yours and grinding just to give you more friction. “I am the only one seems you preferred, and I can feel how much you need me.”

“It does not mean I do not wish you to stop your fucking mouth.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” passion found Baekhyun again. “I said fuck your wishes.”

In response, he pressed back and forth, following a pace to have you putty in his hands. Both of you groaned in silence, it felt dangerous and addicting, irritating such a way of warning you were not going to be able to stop until both of you take want you wanted from each other. You decided to follow your guts and sneaked your hand down, touching his hardness.

His response put you such an awe, his eyes widened, and he let another moan, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Do you mind?” you cleared your throat. “If I touch you?”

“Do you have a plan?” he did not want to show his eagerness and hunger for your touch.

“Hell, no.” you stroke his nave before your fingers started to play with his jogging pants. “But I am a quick learner and I have a feeling.”

“What is that feeling?”

“You have a dream.” you deadpanned. “Freedom.”

When you slipped your fingers past his boxer, he sharply gasped and his breathing tattered. Seeing his reaction made you proud of yourself, especially when his cheeks were red and burning.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Your hands are cold.”

“Do I have Elizabeth Bennet in my bed?” you smirked. “Should I act like Mr. Darcy?”

“You little shit.” he laughed but when your fingers curled around him, a little moan escaped from his lips. He was fucking adorable and cute, you never imagine him making such a delicate and sinful sound at your touch, but Goddamnit, you liked it a way too much, his voice boasted your fragile ego and gave you confidence in your moves. Especially when he turned more vocal, mixing praises and some inappropriate words about God and Lord.

Damn, he was verbal. Quite verbal. Enough to add more colours to your face.

“Oh, fuck me lord, just like that, baby girl.” he blabbered. “Your hand feels so good.”

Your hands gone autopilot, catching the pace made him blushed and shaping words on its own, you lifted your hips, pushing your heat to meet his crotch. You glided your thumb against his slit, made him shudder and closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Take this off.” you puckered your lips, pointing to the guilty pants you wanted to be tossed to somewhere in room. He hastily kicked it off his legs with your lingerie and the view made him thousand time nervous since both of you were bare and exposed before each other’ examining eyes.

“Okey.” he took the deepest breath of his entire life, locking his gaze on your body. “I did not expect this.”

“What do you mean?” you shuttered in a second, losing all the confidence you barely gained. Something of course was wrong with you, and he did not want you anymore, you knew it. “Am I dirty? Smelling bad? Ugly for your liking?”

“What?” his voice broke, not believing you could be that much idiot, but seeing the sudden tears forming in the corners of your eyes made him rethink about your IQ level. He softly smiled and brushed them with his delicate fingers. You tried to cover your face, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop being so cheesy.” you closed your eyes, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Though what you said, you could not help but his praise open your ribcages and curled inside to warm your heart.

“Are you dirty?” he did not bother answering. “Well, I fucking hope so.”

He kissed you again. Slowly but fucking passionate.

“Are you smelling bad?” he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck. “You smell fucking good it drives me crazy.

He inhaled and followed the line from your neck to your navel, intentionally smelled all the way.

“Actually,” he grinned and looked at your red face. “Your smell makes me pathetic I wonder how you taste. It must be saccharine based on how you smell.”

And he kissed you.

There.

“Baekhyun!” you gasped.

“Are you ugly?” his grin is the pure definition of being a little devil. “You have the cutest pussy I have ever seen.”

“BAEKHYUN!”

“Do you prefer me to lie?” he laughs sent shivers through your spine, securing your legs around his head. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

You did not want him to lie but you also did not want him to realize how desperate you were for him. You have been feeling so different since he stepped inside of your room, you were not like this at all, you have never done anything like this before. Okey, you did not imagine being in a relationship deep enough for you to have intimacy with someone or it was not like you were dreaming of making your first time as special, heavenly, or magical as you had read in books.

But right now, you were trapped inside your arch enemy’s arms, in a hotel room that was not your space at all, you felt like it was the perfect time and place as you felt like you were not making any sense.

All that matters to you was Baekhyun. You wanted to tell him exactly this. You have never wanted anyone this badly in your life, and you were fucking confused because only Baekhyun could make you feel alive.

You slightly lifted your hips as your hands hesitantly found their way to grab a considerable amount of his soft hair.

“For fuck’s sake…” you could not help but your voice came out as a pleading.

“Jesus, you make everything hard,” Baekhyun gritted between his teeth. Under his calm expression, Baekhyun was worse than you. Your smell was making him dizzy, but your words were killing him. The way you panted his name. The way your hands shaking on his skin. The way your little, cute moans drove him crazy. He did not count every time he imagined having you in front of his hungry mouth, lips swollen, skin tingled, cheeks reddened, pleading and moaning just because of him, but if he’d save a penny for each dream, he could be fucking rich by now. “Fine then, screw it.”

His sudden roughness as he spread your legs wider made your heart rammed to your chest. He dedicated himself to leave no part of your body untouched by his lips and tongue, as he was going to eat you alive as he promised you before. With every kiss of your skin, Baekhyun felt electricity through his veins, with every mewl coming from your mouth found its own place in his mind. Now, as he faced with your cute pussy, he realized you were definitely glistening, though the room is dusky, he could see how much you wanted him, and the sight was absolutely fascinating, the scent was overwhelming him as his mouth was practically watering.

But he decided to tell you something very important.

“Sweetheart, keep this in your mind.” Baekhyun muttered before getting too distracted by the task in his mind, and when Baekhyun had something in his mind, he definitely lives up to for that. “I am just about to fuck you like I hate you.”

“Don’t you already hat- Godfuckingdamnit!”

He licked a strip from your entrance to your clit as he kept his bloody eyes on you and smoothing over your thighs enough to push your legs against your stomach, instead of his shoulders. You lost it in a second as he was proving himself as loyal to his promise, if you were his last meal on earth, you could have understood the way he ate you out. Baekhyun was breathing harshly out of his nose, sucking your clit between his lips and fuck’s sake the voices he has been making were nothing but fucking lewd as your moans just went out of control and becoming more desperate. Your grip on his hair becoming stronger by the circles he was drawing over your very sensitive bud, but you were not trying to keep him, rather you were trying to keep yourself alive. Baekhyun groaned as he sucked your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves.

Then he slid his finger inside of you till the resistance joined into chat. Wrinkles appeared around your eyes, but you were not able of separating pain from pleasure at the moment. There was a spot he was trying to reach in the limits he had, but you were not expecting him to find it as you have been heard of some stories and to be honest, you were not sure if you could handle more.

Eh, he answered your silent question by finding the spongy spot.

“Fucking hell,” you could swear on stars were dancing before you, as your head thrown back as curses started to leave your lips.

“That dirty mouth of yours.” Baekhyun just took a breath and using the moment to mock with you. “I wonder what you will say after I make you cum twice.”

He continued to move his finger in and out of you, continued his torture on you, then went back to his duty.

“First,” you hardly breath but gave your best. “You have to make me to run my mouth.”

“Ah, believe me.” Baekhyun said between his kitten licks to your clit. “I am a man of my words.”

You did not want to be as lewd as fuck, but you could not control yourself. He was drowning you in a thick fog, your face was warm, your body was on fire as if you would be dragged into the center of sun. You wondered where in the hell Baekhyun learned how to do this, as he pulled a thirsty moan from you.

“Sensitive?” he cooed, his tickling breath sending chills down your limbs, he had you trembling between his arms, and he loved it. Lord, he loved it a way too much. Every curl of his tongue had you bucking your hips against his mouth with a mixture of shy whimpers and bold swears. “Relax, Sweetheart. I have all the time to play with you.”

“In your dreams,” you became slack-jawed as he suckled on the sensitive flesh, your fingers were digging into his skin with a force enough to paint his body with your fingerprints. “I am already bored.”

“I do not have to be kind anymore, then.” his grabbed your hips, pinned you over the bed sheets. Wait, was this his kind side?! He bit you, the sudden roughness made your entire body shaken and another moan ripped out of your throat, you covered your mouth due to the sudden embarrassment how he made you shudder so easily. His lips were velvety and sinful, calling you to sing his name like a bloody chant. Making you ignorant for anything else but his presence.

He went on his knees, grabbing your ankles and your eyebrows knitted as you had no idea what he was going to do next. He peppered kisses up your calf, had you going fucking ballistic.

If this bastard would not start to do something about the knots tightening in your stomach, you’d start crying.

“Baekhyun, please…” you could not believe your own voice, but Baekhyun’s heart was about to burst. He finally got his fucking name from you, he leaned to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You want me to give you some relief, huh?” He could not help but smirk. “It is cute how you leak like a damn faucet for me, baby girl.”

You bit your lip to suppress another whimper, looking at him with an angry but fucking cute face. You did not want to boast his ego, but he already got everything he needed to witness.

“I am just about to start, be patient, you can do it, right?” he pushed your limits, enjoying every second of it. It was like a revenge for him, but you did something he never expect from you.

You took his hand and placed it over your heart. He could feel how crazy it beats he could see how much you wanted to be his.

“Baekhyun,” you looked at him with big doe eyes. “Please?”

He bended your leg over his shoulder, and he moved back to your cunt, sheering from arousal. You were so vulnerable, so precious, so lewd and magical before him and Baekhyun finally saw that you were about to be his.

He gave what you unconsciously wanted almost in the blink of an eye. He dragged his finger along the swell of your folds, tapping your clit with his thumb. He ignited the fire in your tummy, made it tenfold, your hands frantically searched for anything to hold onto. Baekhyun’s head was spinning, he was amazed by your reactions, you took his breath away entirely without noticing. He could feel himself soaking in his boxer as pre-cum beads on the tip of his dick starting to pool around.

“I think,” he stopped to try make any sense, words left his mouth senselessly. “You are going to be fucking tired tomorrow. I do not think I will be done with you soon.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed, “I can feel your dick twitching, are you sure I am gonna be the only one?”

“Let’s have a bet.” He closed his eyes when you brushed your hand through his dick, throbbing under your touch, painfully hard. “The first one wakes up, wins.”

“Easy-peasy Japan-easy.”

And then, Baekhyun pressed his lips to your swollen fold, your hips jerked beneath his sudden attack. His lips puckered around your clit, licking line from your entrance to the bundle of nerves had your pupils widened to their extend, he has been driving you fucking insane. You always thought that this would make you embarrassed but hell, you were just about to ask for more. He was kissing every inch of your skin, nestling himself against your most intimate parts, you did not expect to feel like this but the only thing in your mind was how you could reciprocate the favour.

“Frankly,” Baekhyun pinched your inner thigh. “I do not give a shit even if you wake up early. As long as you stay in bed until I wake up too.”

“Why is that?” the anticipation was unbearable.

Because I want to see you when I open my eyes, I want to feel you between my arms, Baekhyun thought.

“When I’m done with you, you will be sore as fuck for days, baby.” he answered. “I will bring you some medicine, so be a good girl.”

“Be a good girl?” you could not help but laughed. “Don’t tell me you are into those stuff.”

“Wait until meeting with Daddy Byun.” he learned two important things, the location of your spongy spot and where you wanted him to touch the most. He could make you to cum in seconds, but he was not an idiot and he already decided to turn you fucking stupid. He wanted to carve himself in the back of your eyelids, your ears, your mind and hear, he wanted to be drowned in your taste and aroma. He knew that your patience reaching to its limit but till you were going to learn the rules, he could play. “He is exactly what you need, you shitty brat.”

You raised your eyebrow, could not believe the weapon he just gave to you. As he was slowing his pace down, and clearly intending to edge you again and again.

In your fucking dreams, you thought.

You pulled his head to you with all the power left in your hands, Baekhyun confusedly looked at you. You did not waste even a second, kissed his plump lips while you were caressing his face like he was the most precious thing you ever held.

“Please,” you whispered to his ear when you broke the kiss. Gently. “I want Daddy to make me feel good.”

You could burst into laughs and tears simultaneously when Baekhyun’s face became a Renaissance painting in the blink of an eye if you would not be turned on so bad by him. His hands trembled so fucking bad, his ears turned to red, his mouth agape in O-Shape.

“What did you say to me?!”

“I want Daddy to make me feel good.” you pouted. Your inner voice was begging to God for doing this right, or tomorrow Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were going to be brutally murdered as you heard these stories from him and Kyungsoo. “Am I not Daddy’s good girl?”

Baekhyun did really have anymore self-control to begin with but what you were doing him now was just pushing his boundaries, thousands of voices in his head brought him to the solution.

“I swear, I will make you regret for this.” he muttered. “But for now… Screw it.”

He spread your legs apart and made them tangled around his waist as he gave himself enough space to move like a pendulum, back and forth. A hand around his cock, he rubbed himself up and down your folds as he rocked his hips against yours.

“I am gonna make you cum like this.” he grazed against your clit, made your toes curling in pleasure and you moaned his name. You were dying for more friction you were greedily lifted your hips to meet with his. Your head thrown back, and your hands found their way to grab his shoulders. “Then I will give it to you, again and again until you pass out. And maybe in your sleep. I will fuck you the way I desire.”

He lost the filter between his mouth and brain he was talking everything came to his mind, but you did not seem you would take any offense. His lips pressed on your neck, peppering kisses on your shoulders. You were a whimpering mess under him, he had you like a puppet and you noticed Baekhyun could pull your strings in every way he wanted.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” he praised in a choked whisper. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

You were not able of forming a logical sentence but the sounds you were producing from the back of your throat telling him that you did not believe him, but you desperately hoped his words to be true. He wanted to make you believe him, he wanted nothing but you to give him your trust and love. He went faster, rubbing himself over you as angling himself to make sure he could press on the right spot, enough to send you to cloud nine. You could feel your first orgasm forming in your stomach as you started to shake in his arms.

“Please,” you heard Baekhyun’s voice like a plea. “Say my name when you come.”

You did not need to hear his wish, since you were about to sing his name like a chant. You were on the verge of crying because of everything you feel for the first time. The pleasure was higher than you could expect, the pain was there but you could ignore it, Baekhyun was holding you tightly enough to make you count his heartbeat.

You felt like you were loved to the bits and that feeling multiplying the pleasure. He cared you, he was not selfish instead of his dirty words, he highly valued you and your feelings, and he had zero hesitation to show how much you were important to him.

He touched your lip, caressed your cheek and you leaned your face to his palm.

“Baekhyun,” you kissed his palm between hoarse breathes. He sharply gasped and fiercely kissed you with more teeth, his hips becoming erratic till made you groan. He wanted nothing but hearing his name from you, butterflies invaded his stomach every time you moan his name in such a needy, desperate tone. “Baekhyun, I thin-

“Yeah, me too, Sweetheart.” he grumbled, eyes tightly shut as you both moaned and rode out your shared highs. You held his biceps harshly like one who did not how to swim could grab on a rope. He kissed you, slowing down but still rubbing himself against you. “Did you?”

“Yeah.” you panted, not knowing what was going to be next and dying to learn. He kissed you again, a stark contrast to how he was rough on you just a minute ago, his lips were just soothing. You had to break the kiss as your lungs made you feel like you were about to have a heart stroke, he laughed and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Do you want to continue?” he whispered. “Or you want to stop?”

He was fucking afraid to hear your answer, he had no idea what the fuck he could do if you leave him hanging like this, but he was already aware of the rule number 1. Your wish is Baekhyun’s command.

“You are so cute.” you melted in his unexpected kindness but grinding him again just like he did you a few moments ago and could not resist to the urge of teasing him. Especially when you felt in a bless after your first orgasm. “But cinnamon rolls do not turn me on, Sweetie.”

“Shut up.” he bit your bottom lip but could not help grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You are grinding like a pervert.”

“So, what this makes you then?” you raised one eyebrow, and Baekhyun started to consider your fucking duality. In your mental ladder, there was no gap between being shy like a bride-to-be and putting the most experienced Babylonian into shame. Your fingers went through his hard member with a cocky smile on your lips. “You are very alive, Soldier.”

Baekhyun’s body temperature rose several degrees in a matter of seconds, but he casted an annoyed but amused look at you for the tiniest half of a second before returning to the little shit Baekhyun.

“Yes, the mighty Queen, fairest of all,” he caught your hand and pressed it to his crotch. “Will you take care of your humble servant?”

“Oh, shut up.” You immediately laughed to the stupid face he was making. Eh, for you there is no distance between radiating a dominant vibe and turning into a sheepiest girl in the blink of an eye. Baekhyun stopped your laughs with a rough, demanding and bruising kiss as he pushed you up to bed, bringing your hands above your hands.

“If you do not have a plan baby,” he smirked. “Let the Daddy takes good care of you.”

“This Daddy thing is gross, for your information.”

“I know.” his smirk just split his face into two. “But you are the one who calls me Daddy first.”

“Fu-

He tucked your words into your throat by bringing his mouth on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple before he sucked the bud delicately. You flinched in sudden jolt went through your veins, and his fingers again started to wander around your clit. You unconsciously trapped his hand between your legs, he chuckled but his patience was running thin with every moan, every whimper and gasps from you. While he was rubbing you, there was one question in his mind which prevented him to go further.

Were you really a virgin or were you mocking about it?

It was fucking clear that you were clueless and unexperienced, but Baekhyun’s logic could not accept that someone like you, clever, beautiful, kind, charming and attractive as fuck, could be stayed untouched till now. It made him afraid as much as boiling his blood.

“Baekhyun, I want you.” he heard your voice, and lifted his eyes to yours. He saw the sincerity in your irises, reflecting his own desires, lust and love for you. “Now.”

You said what you wanted with confidence, just like answering his inner question, pushing him all limits and boundaries with three words.

Baekhyun gave up and gave in.

“Fuck,” he reached to the back of his jogging pants, taking a condom out of it. That moment made you jealous for a moment, you knew you had no right to be, but you could help. Why the heck he was carrying it in the back pocket of his fucking jogging pants, like he was always ready to accept if someone knocks his door for a real nice sex? He tucked the package between his teeth and teared it open.

You closed your eyes.

“Open them.” you heard his voice, it was not a request it was an order, catching you off guard, you obeyed but in shock. “I want you to look at me, when I put it in.”

“Don’t you find your selection of words,” you took a deep breath, trying to make yourself ready for the pain. “Vulgar?”

“Well,” he placed his hand on your knees before spreading your legs and getting a position to give him easy reach to your insides. The adrenaline in your veins turning tenfold, as you could start to feel fear, but Baekhyun did not seem to notice your big-doe eyes. “Sue me.”

He pushed himself inside.

You screamed.

Baekhyun frozen to the death, even his lips turned to death frozen purple. He stopped himself in the halfway, leaning into his elbows to support himself and not crash you under his weight. Tears formed in your eyes, and you cried. You could not stop them, and you started to cry. Jesus, you did expect pain, but you did not fucking expect such a pain. You felt like Baekhyun just teared you apart, though he did not push himself fully, thank God, your tears were falling down.

Baekhyun’s mind adapted the situation, placing the pieces on the right spots and his 10.000 CPU IQ found the perfect sentence to tell you.

“I DID NOT THINK YOU WERE REALLY A VIRGIN!”

Nothing could make you not to think about the pain you were feeling, but Baekhyun’s wonderful, thoughtful and great analyse on your very current situation. You glared him, although your eyes were full of tears, you managed to look at him like a vengeful Fury.

And you bite his shoulder with all the power your chin had.

Baekhyun screamed.

**

“Are you okey?” he breathed heavily when both you stopped swearing and whining. “Did I hurt you so bad?”

Well, the panic in his voice was real and his arms started to shake due to the position he was holding himself since the last 15 minutes. He refused to push in, either push off. He had to admit, the physical pain he felt was really high, but he deserved it. He was inconsiderate and lost himself in rush. His regret was visible on his face, so you just forgave him.

Also, the pain was soothing by every second and you started to feel something, so you were prone to forgive him.

And biting him helped you to be gracious.

“Eh, it might be… But it’s okey now.” you assured him with an attempt to smile, but when he moved an inch, your eyebrows knitted again. “Okey, it is not okey yet, give me a minute.”

“As long as you need.” he leaned into your cheek, kissing the trail of tears. “I am so sorry, Indy. I got a little bit excited, and I lost myself in the moment.”

“Yeah, I could see that.” you snorted. “Or better, I livedthat.”

“I did not think you could be a virgin.” he weakly admitted. “Okey, you are so unexperienced but a virgin…”

“Not so virgin anymore.” you pointed to his cock buried in you.

“Sorry, Indy.” he kissed your temple, searching your face and saw your nerves were relaxing by every second. “I do not think when I am with you.”

He was genuine with his words, even making himself very surprise, but they were fucking true. He gathered you in his arms, very carefully and gently embracing you. His lips were wandering around your ear and the back of your neck, his breaths were tickling you in a tingling way.

“You drive me so fucking crazy.” he mumbled to your ear. “I wish I could take time back.”

“Why?”

“I hurt you,” he was still panicking and worrying, cursing himself. “I did not want your first experience as something horrible to remember.”

You turned to his face, your eyes covered by a layer of shining stars, startling Baekhyun and casting spells on him. He forgot how to breathe again, and he was about to believe he was not going to make it till morning.

“So, why don’t you start to give me an experience worth to remember?”

He distinguishably gasped and choked on his own cough his eyes were filling with lust in the matter of seconds from the effect of your words.

“Are you okey?” he wanted to be sure this time. “Can I move?”

You smiled to him, but it was not just a smile. Baekhyun felt you just mirrored all the warmness, love and trust you had to him with your tiny smile, while your eyes were full of a galaxy, shining like a sky with stars. You caressed his face with both of your hands and guided him to your lips.

With your approval, Baekhyun’s hips started to move, but he was slow and careful this time. He was very certain on not losing himself like a fucking monster again, but he was also sure of he was going to get your taste this time. He was going to make you his and only his. With every thrust, he checked your expression, your smile was still tugged on your lips and your eyes softening with every minute. “Does it feel good?” He questioned, nervous as fuck even though he was ten hundred times experienced than you.

“Eh,” you could not help but impishly grin, especially when the pain was lessening, getting cocky was easier. “I’m getting sleepy, Softie.”

“What?” Baekhyun’s chin dropped, losing the pace he had and buried himself deeper and faster. You muffled your moan, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. Baekhyun understood what you mean, and a reflection of your grin tugged on his face, but the problem was while your grin was impish, his was the devil’s own. “So, I have to earn my bread.”

“Did you just call my as a b- Good Lord!”

“Are you still a Sleeping Beauty, baby?” he began to move his hips faster and deeper, holding you tightly and lifting your hips a bit. A new angle gave him the chance of hitting the fucking right spot, you found yourself curling your toes and squeezing tighter around him. “God, you feel really so good.”

Every time he called you baby, you wanted nothing but punch him in the face because he had you shuddering at the little, stupid pet name, coming so easily from his mouth but making you feel like his baby. Plus, to your dismay, he sounded fucking sexy when he called you like this, like a boyfriend calling his girl, making you feel so special for him, making you feel you were his and he was yours, making you believe that you were meant to be together for the rest of your lives. You closed your eyes in shame, but you were meant to be his.

You hated it but you irrevocably loved it.

“Hey,” he kindly called your name, following an invisible string from your closed eyelid to your chin. “Please, keep your eyes on me.”

“Why?”

“Because” he dragged his tongue to your lips and asking for entrance. You welcomed him to a soft kiss, he moaned your name into your mouth as his pelvis grazing against your skin. Your attention was split into half, instead of roughness of his hips there was softness on his lips and Goddamnit you were dying for more. “You do not have a single idea how much I’ve been wanting to see your face when I fuck you.”

“Your kind words have no limit, for real.” you grumbled but laughing at the same time. His shamelessness was contagious, getting under your skin. “I knew you were dreaming about me, you little hentai.”

You have no idea how much I am deceiving myself on the feelings I have for you, Baekhyun thought but never say. You have no idea how much I’ve been aching to have you, to hear your voice, to be with you, to taste you and to be able of keeping you on my side. Always.

“A man can dream.” he switched his position as he leaned back to sit on his heels, bringing your legs into his shoulders. Your eyes went wild after this, you were grateful for two things. First, you could watch Baekhyun’s face, gloomy with affection, care and lust and second, you could take a very good look at Baekhyun’s body. His muscles were flexing with every move he did, and he was a good sight to behold.

“Baekhyun,” you bit your lip, your eyes were locking into the sway of his hips. “God, I h-

“Baby,” Baekhyun started to move harder. “God is not here, but I fucking love the way you say my name.”

You just have to say my name. I want you to sing my name. I want you to call my name. I want you to say I am the only one and will be the one for you. I want to have you all for myself, I want everything of you, and I want to give everything of me to you, he desperately wanted to tell you, but he could not.

“I want to make you come.” he said, rocking his hips faster as he started to feel his own high forming inside of him. “I need you to moan my name again. I need to hear you, baby girl.”

You arched your back, not resisting to the need of holding something, anything and grabbed the bed sheets. With every thrust, your voice becoming high-pitched, you covered your mouth with both of hands.

Baekhyun did not like it.

With a swift move, he caught your hands, held them under his iron cage and leaned on you as he switched his position again, he unexpectedly ripped another loud moan from you.

“Baekhyun,” you sobbed. “If anyone hears m-

“So let them to hear you, baby girl.” he thrusted himself faster, harder and deeper, just to pull his name out of your system. He hovered above you, catching your swollen lips and taking your breath away. “Let them know you are mine.”

After he called you his, two things happened. You cried his name, and his movements became rougher enough to make you reach your high.

“Come for me, baby.” you heard his hoarse voice from a distance, and you just did what you have been told. Feeling you teared apart under his touch and around him made Baekhyun so vulnerable and after a few more thrust, he was panting your name and burying his nose in the crook of your neck just wanting to seal the moment with your scent.

You both trying to catch your breaths, opening your eyes but even the basic tasks were so hard After a respective time of minutes, you opened your eyes as you managed to collect yourself. Instead of you, Baekhyun already managed to be back and watching you with a soft expression.

“What?” you snorted. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” he repeated his question from the beginning of the night. He knew that you also remembered that moment.

“Like you are going to eat me alive.” you repeated yourself, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“That’s my intention.” he gently kissed your cheek. “As long as you let me.”

You could feel the adrenaline in your veins but did not want to say anything could make you embarrassed later on.

“Eh,” you averted your eyes, fearing he could see the pure happiness in there. “You proved yourself as useful.”

“I’d love to continue demonstrating how much useful I am,” Baekhyun grinned, and holding your chin tightly, enough to lock his eyes onto your own. “But tomorrow we will wake up very early.”

“Yeah.” that’s the best you could do due to the tiredness you felt, and sleep never seemed like something desirable to you before. “I want to accompany you to the door, but I am too tired for that.”

“You do not need to accompany me, baby.” he dragged you into his arms in one swift move. “Because first we will clean ourselves, second we will sleep.”

“Wh-wha-Will you- Can you- Don’t you-?!”

He kissed your nose and pressed his fingers to your mouth.

“I will be staying with you, Sweetheart.” his voice tone was telling you, you better not to discuss or protest.

“But Baekhyun,” you tried to call him into logic. “If we can leave the room together, everyone wil-

“As I said before, Indy.” he grinned like a Cheshire cat, but on the contrary the confidence mask on his face, he was sweating and figuratively shitting on his pants due to the fear of your answer. “Let them know you are mine.”

Baekhyun have ever never wanted something in his entire life, but taking a picture of your face after he called you his.

[colossal-fallout]

Can we have a hella needy (to the point near crazed) dom Hange annihalating a GN reader's cognitive functions with a strap? Thanks :D

I certainly can. 😚

Hange just awakens something in me...

GN reader X Hange

Warning: NSFW 18+ SMUT. Mouth spitting. Slight deg. Strap on.

   “Levi, did you need section A3b put with the Research grant, or the Research progress report?” You ask, holding up two rather large chunks of paper work.

Levi’s eyes flicker up to you from his standing position at a table in Hange’s office; elbow deep in his own work. 

“I have no idea.” He mutters honestly. “Ask shitty glasses.” 

You turn to look at Hange who was usually at her desk in the corner. “Hange, do I pu-” 

You freeze when you notice she’s staring at you intently, her elbows on the desk and covering her mouth with her entwined fingers; her eyes dark and an eyebrow raised. You knew that look. She was so deep in thought that you would probably have to rouse her from her daydream. 

“Hange?” 

“Oi, wake up.” Levi scolds, throwing a wooden pen-pot in her direction. 

She flinches as it crashes onto the surface of her desk. 

 “Hm?” She blinks. “Sorry. I was miles away.” 

“We know.” Levi mumbles with a cold glare from his steely eyes. “Which file do we put A3b into?” 

“Both. You need two copies.” 

You and the captain both let out an exasperated sigh, pulling out an extra sheet of paper and readying your quills. 

 Her chocolate pooled eyes return to you, her mind slowly sinking back into her daydream as if she were sliding into a hot bath. Those beautiful orbs latch onto your form, drinking you in deeply. You’d assumed she was pondering some science thing like she usually did. But unbeknownst to you and Levi, under her desk her legs were crossed tightly, her crotch thudding and pulsing with intense yearning for you. There was just something about you that just ignited the kerosene of her wildest, most feral desires. 

 The way you moved for example; to anyone else you’re just... moving. But to her its like your movements are pronounced, your unique mannerisms standing out as if the air around you were a liquid and you just sort of...stood out. 

And those eyes... that smile... that ass.

 You and Hange Zoe had been dating for a little while now, but it wasn’t too often you got to spend time alone these days. Erwin was really piling on the workload and the much needed anti-stress hormones only added fuel to the fire. 

Her thighs tense and squeeze together, hardly not able to take the hot gushing sensation her body was providing her with; her skin heating up as she watches your furrowed brow concentrate on your writing.

 She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, her leg beginning to bounce up and down with impatience. 

 Come on, Levi. Hurry and finish your work... She silently pleads, her nails now digging into the wood of the chair her own perfect ass was placed upon. 

Her eyes enlarge when you bite your lip in concentration - the last time she saw you do that was when you were riding her face into glory. Your cum so deliciously sweet and filling. Who needed food if she had your bodily fluids to feast upon? 

She relives the moments you’d come undone at her doing, your cries of pleasure melodic, your facial expressions as you -

“I’m done.” Levi finally sighs with relief, head rolling back to your direction. “You need any help? Or can I go and take a shit?” 

“They’re fine.” Hange snaps her head up. “I’ll help them if they need it.” 

“Okay.” Levi shrugs. “Don’t torture them too much.” he heads for the door. 

Oh if only he knew.

Hange gets to her feet, slowly circling to the other side of her desk as he makes his way to the door, trying to hold herself back as much as possible during those torturous last few seconds of Captain Levi’s presence. 

She follows him to the door feigning a yawn as he opens the door. 

“Goodnight, Levi.” 

“Night.” 

 Not even a second after he leaves the threshold of her office, she slams the door behind him and locks it, the loud bang catching your attention. 

“H-hange?” You ask, noticing her expression as she stalks towards you - The very same she rarely showed when she was about to go ape shit over something. “S-sorry, i’m almost done I swea-” 

She silences you by yanking your hair and slapping her lips off yours, tongue instantly sliding down your throat with no reservations. Her free hand rips your shirt before you even have time to register what’s going on. Her hands ravish you, like a person who’d been staved for days, finally able to get their hands on a human sized piece of meat. 

“Take off your pants. Now.” She growls. 

The authority in her voice sends an immediate rush of arousal down between your legs, yet you were still trying to take in what was going on. You automatically obey, sliding your trousers down your thighs, her hand grabbing your sex as soon as it tasted the fresh air. 

“This is mine.” She growls, her teeth nipping your neck. “And I demand to use it. Right now.” 

You nod, lips parting. “Y-yes ma’am...” 

In a flash she has you bent over, face on the desk sticking to the now not-so-neat stack of papers, your hands pinned behind your back as she harshly takes her free hand and slithers it around your body, starting to rub and caress between your legs, her crotch grinding against your bare ass as her clit demands your friction. 

Her long body leans down and caresses her face into your nape, hand still working you as you whine, her hips rolling against your soft flesh. 

“mmm...” She groans in your ear, “Your body is mine. I can do what I like to you.” She reinforces this with a territorial sinking of her teeth, sucking your neck and leaving a nice darkening mark upon your flesh. 

Hange is beyond feral. 

She crossed that bridge an hour ago when you’d dropped your papers and bent over in front of her. 

She was now well within the territory of hysteria. 

Her grinds become more desperate, your shoulders hurting from how she hand you pinned, but it was complimented deliciously from how her hand and fingers were attentive to your sex, your knees weak as her hot breath invades you in the best possible way. 

She suddenly spins you around, the relief of her grasp making you sigh deeply while you watch her remove her own trousers and unveiling her pussy - her arousal leaking from her lips and spreading to her thighs and ass as she harshly pushes you down onto your knees, pushing herself into your mouth with a high pitched whine. 

“Good little soldier...” She hums, eyes closing and head throwing back as her hands rock your head at her own pace, totally under her control. “You make me feel so... ah~! so good.”  

The taste of your lovers thick juices makes you whine like a little lap dog, wanting nothing more than for her to totally ruin you like the little bitch you were for her.

Her over sensitive slit that was good to blow at the best of times began to flex and quake, her loud moans warning you she was about to detonate.

Your eyes enlarge as she screams your name again and again into the heavens, her orgasm igniting the flames of your own yearning as she cusses and swears, her grip on your hair becoming tighter.

She begins to laugh softly as she comes back down to earth, the euphoria of finally having you possessing her - that succubus within her clawing its way to the surface as she throws you back onto the desk with ease, reaching into the drawer.

She'd been prepared.

She knew you were going to be in her office this evening and she wasn't about to let this chance of annihilating you slip through her starved fingers.

"Hange..." You whine in wanting when she pulls out her large strap, not taking her snug eyes off you as she fastens it to herself, adjusting it with such familiarity she didn't need to look down.

Running her tongue up your neck and into your ear, she lines it up to you, the anticipation a disgusting drug that made you feel almost ashamed to be excited to be destroyed by this magnificent woman. Hange turns you into something you weren't too familiar with, but you didn't care; especially as she slides it into you after spitting down onto your entrance.

You cry out as she thrusts, the friction on her clit from the toy enticing an evil grin as she fills you to the brim over and over again - that wild insane gleam in her eye as she smirks at you was enough to hurtle you into your own corner of lustful insanity.

"Beg for me" she hisses with malice, grabbing your face with force.

"Hange! Oh my god! Please! Harder!"

Her nails dig into your cheeks as she graces your wish, slamming herself roughly in and out of you, watching your eyes roll and cross, your body becoming a pile of mush in the palm of her hand.

She gives your cheek a squeeze. "Open."

You obey, parting your lips and flattening your tongue as she gathers spit at her lips, pushing it out with her wet muscle and watching you swallow it like it were holy water - a sinner desperate for their retribution.

Her hips slam harder, the desk clanking everything that were in the drawers as your orgasm quickly hurtles towards you.

"Cum for me." She commands.

You heard the scream. But it didn't feel like it came from you. But apparently it did as your body explodes into waves of white hot surges, rolling through you over and over again, your jaw slackening, still in Hange's grasp, your tongue falling out - the sight of this pushing your lover back into that higher plane of existence her own loud cries almost harmonising with yours and you both blindly tumble down into the void.

Hange had wanted - no needed you for days. The supernova of finally having you was more than heavenly as your ruined sex gets pushed into ecstasy again and again. Hange really does bring some dark shadow aspect of yourself to the surface. You really were just her bitch.

And you love it.

[mandoalorian]

Chicken Nuggets [Marcus Moreno x F!Reader] *SMUT*

Summary: Marcus is back on the dating scene for the first time since his wife passed. Tonight is the night, and he’s a little insecure, but he hopes he can show you how much you mean to him.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, car sex!!!, male receiving oral/road head (do not try at home!!), food mention, alcohol mention, feelings, tooth rotting fluff, Marcus is so adorable I’m gonna cry.

Word count: 2000>

REBLOGS APPRECIATED! ✨

Masterlist

Marcus Moreno was a gentleman. He was caring, and affectionate -- and unlike any other guy  you had ever been with, he was an excellent listener. He’d always ask about your day and he loved to find out quirky little facts about you. It always made you smile when he brought up a menial piece of information that you told him in passing conversation weeks ago. He made you feel cared for, and important.

Marcus was completely and utterly smitten with you. He hadn’t been with anyone since his ex-wife, who had passed away two years ago. Getting over the heartbreak alongside his daughter wasn’t something he’d wish on his worst enemy. But he was getting there. And with you by his side, your company seemed to make things just that little bit easier. He wouldn’t trade you for the world.

So it was your fifth date, and Marcus felt as though he was finally ready to get intimate with you. Both you and him had discussed sex, and he knew it was something you wanted, but you would always reassure him that there was absolutely no pressure and you were fine waiting until he was ready. Marcus Moreno was too good of a man to just let go for that reason.

It was Saturday night and you had decided to meet him at the small Italian restaurant located on the coastline. It was the most perfect, romantic destination for a date. Marcus was always punctual, arriving at least fifteen minutes early no matter the reason. But to your surprise, not this time. He was so nervous, knowing that tonight would be the night. He’d cut himself shaving, he’d drowned himself in cologne and he tried to put in contacts but they’d somehow slipped out of his eye and landed in the sink, all mushed up and ruined. So he was back to doting his thick rimmed glasses that you adored. He was only five minutes late, and you didn’t mind too much, already cracking into the bottle of red wine. His smile when his gaze locked onto you was enough to fill your body with fuzzy butterflies. He presented you with a bouquet of roses and tried to hide the blush that crossed his cheeks.

“Hi,” he said nervously. He looked down when you pressed a gentle kiss over his lips. “Wow, everything smells so good,” he acknowledged as he sat down opposite you. “What do you think you’ll order?”

“Maybe the pasta,” you returned, checking the menu. “What about you?”

“Well, I promised Missy I’d bring her a slice of pizza home, so…” Marcus admitted and you giggled. Hating your laugh, you brought your hands to your face and covered your mouth. Marcus noticed immediately and took your hands, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he cooed, looking up at you through his dark eyelashes. “You’re beautiful.”

You bit your lip and felt your cheeks flush under his sweet words. You didn’t know what it was -- perhaps the adrenaline of knowing what was to come after dinner, but his touch alone was enough to drive a bolt of anticipation through your core. You swallowed, losing your appetite for pasta and beginning to crave something else. He didn’t let go of your hands once, his fingers carefully tracing comforting circles into your skin as he gazed into your eyes and admired your beauty. 

“Marcus…” you whispered, pushing your thighs together as you felt arousal begin to pool between your legs.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on too, if the tent in his pants was anything to judge by. “Yes?” he answered almost immediately, hating the way the word left his lips. He prayed the desperation that dripped from his tongue wasn’t evident to you.

“I… we… could get dinner later, if you wanted.” you suggested.

Marcus knew exactly what you meant, but he hadn’t realised it would be happening so soon. Nervous but excited, he bit his lower lip and nodded his head, a twinkle of lust sparkling in his honey brown eyes. He paid the bill, just for the bottle of wine, and took your hand before leading you out the restaurant. 

During the drive back to his place, you were feeling pretty restless. As his dark eyes focused on the road ahead, you let your hand wander across his denim clad thigh and towards his crotch. Your fingers delicately danced along his bulge and you felt more than satisfied when you heard a dark string of curses leave his lips. You’d never heard Marcus be so vulgar in his life.

“Shit hermosa, you trying to make me crash?” he chuckled, his eyebrows furrowing together with concentration. He was throbbing, but he figured he’d be able to handle it, as long as you didn’t go inside his jeans. The blood rushed to the tip of his cock as you palmed him softly. You hummed at his question but opted not to give him an answer, or at least, not with words. Popping open the top button of his pants and then finding his zipper, you pulled it all the way down. “You can’t wait, huh?” he countered further, already trying to resist the urge to thrust upwards into your hand. 

Finding that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, you swallowed, and looked up at him with doe-like eyes. “Marcus…” you purred, wasting no time and pulling out his thick length. He was hot and heavy, and under the artificial amber lights that illuminated the front of the car, you gave his cock a few pumps. “I had no idea you were so big.” you praised with a nervous giggle. 

Marcus didn’t say a word. He hadn’t been touched like this in a long time. Yeah, he’d used his own hand on plenty of occasions but it had never felt like this. He forgot how good it could feel.

The adrenaline was coursing through his veins as your thumb wiped up the precum that had beaded at the tip of his cock. 

“Your hand is cold, sweetheart.” Marcus murmured as you shimmied your fingers down his length to cradle his balls. As you squeezed them and played with them, you could feel him getting harder and harder.

“Do you prefer warmth?” you cooed quizzically. Marcus shuddered but remained silent, his eyes still fixated on the road. His patience surprised you, but he was a Heroic, after all. 

Clicking open your seatbelt, you shuffled down to your knees and crawled over the control panel in the car. Leaning over and finding a comfortable position, you placed your tongue flat against the slit and began to suck at his head. Marcus gripped down on the steering wheel as his eyes snapped shut, a heavy pant leaving his lips. His eyes must’ve been closed a little too long because the car swerved and you squealed his name. Thankfully it was late and the road was more or less empty.

“Tha- that could’ve been bad, baby,” Marcus gasped, his cock twitching in your mouth.

“Mhm.” you agreed as you bopped your head up and down his shaft.

He moved one hand from the wheel to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you continued to go down on him. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“So- so fucking good. Oh f-fuck, I forgot how good this coul-could feel… princess,” He admitted and you smirked around his length. “Mm, I’m close.” 

After only a few more pumps of his cock, Marcus came in your mouth, his salty seed spurting across your tongue. His load was large and you couldn’t swallow it all, but as you pulled off him, and the milky coloured substance dripped down your chin, he couldn’t have looked more proud. He pulled over at some place and let you regain your balance as you crawled back up to the passenger seat and strapped yourself back in. 

“Th- thank you.” Marcus blushed, leaning over and wiping his cum from your lips, doing his best to clean you up.

“You don’t have to thank me Marcus,” you returned his smile and gave his thigh a little squeeze. Marcus tucked himself back in and zipped his pants up. You looked out the window at the bright yellow and red lights. “Marcus, where are we?”

Marcus grinned sheepishly. “I thought you might’ve worked up an appetite after that. We uh- we’re at McDonalds.”

Of course. Of course DILF dad Heroic Marcus Moreno would take you to McDonald’s drive thru after receiving road head. It just made sense. You burst into a fit of giggles and rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed a kiss into your forehead.

“You’re unbelievable,” you laughed, shaking your head incredulously. “You’re so- God… Marcus… I think I lo-”

You cut yourself off immediately, your heart sinking in your chest as you realised what you were about to say. Praying that Marcus hadn’t clicked on, you tore yourself from him and rolled down the car window, peering out to gaze at the illuminated menu on the wall. 

“What do you normally get?” you asked, unable to bring yourself to look at him.

Shit, it had only been five dates and you weren’t even sure if he was completely over his wife yet. But all of a sudden, everything made sense. You really were in love with him. Was it too soon? Of course, you’d known him forever, but there was no telling how he’d react to your confession. 

“Uh-- I like cheeseburgers…” Marcus replied. “And fries. And a cola. What about you?”

You closed your eyes and sunk back into the chair. It was okay. It was going to be okay. When you turned back to face him, Marcus’ eyes were already boring into you, admiring your beauty.

“I like chicken nuggets.”

Marcus grinned. “So does Missy.”

He continued down the drive thru and ordered a chicken McNugget sharebox. Parking in the isolated lot, he passed you your soft drink and pierced the straw into his own cola before setting out the box of chicken nuggets. 

You and Marcus sat in comfortable silence as you dipped your nuggets in the assortment of sauces. “I really like you,” Marcus confessed. “And Missy likes you too. Which is important to me. We’ve been friends forever and I just think we’re good… together. Shit. That wasn’t meant to rhyme. I--”

You laughed when you saw how adorably flustered Marcus got. “I like you too.” You admitted and Marcus nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Are you still up for coming back to my place tonight? Missy is with her abuela.” 

“Yes.” you replied and his grin only deepened.

“Okay, good.”

You finished the box of chicken nuggets and slouched back into the chair, rubbing your tummy. “That was so good,” you beamed. “I’m stuffed though. I need to lie down.”

Marcus felt his cheeks heat up as he turned his key and switched on the engine. “When we get home.” he promised, his cock already hardening again as he imagined you spread out on his bed with your legs open. All the things he could do to you…

Sure, you didn’t expect your fifth date to end up with road head and chicken nuggets, but it was perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-—-—-—♡—-—-—-

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[restapesta]

them playing truth or dare

Tami had been the one to suggest it.

Ian found it weird that everybody just went along, minds still sane and all, eager to comply and play as if they weren't all full-blown adults with marriages and children; but a few beers in—sans Lip who was sporting a Diet Coke—maybe it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise; the kids were otherwise occupied, Liam was at a sleepover, the Gallagher house was free for them, and them only.

Maybe Ian shouldn't have balked at his husband who had enthusiastically said yes! to playing truth or dare, as if they were all a bunch of teenage girls, begging for their crushes to be revealed. Ian watched Mickey from the corner of his eye as he took a shot of vodka that had been haphazardly lying on the table for communal use—great, Ian would be getting drunk Mick tonight. They'd probably have to crash at the house. Even Ian had a beer to drink and he got hammered pretty fucking quick.

"Okay," Tami said loudly, shushing the small crowd of people who were sitting all around the living room, speaking in a frenzy, voices mushing in together so it wasn't even conversation, just fucking loud and incoherent. Her hair was clinging wildly to her sweaty forehead, strands flying around as if electrocuted, and Ian realized this was the first time after her second pregnancy she was able to really get drunk. He applauded her for it, hoping she was having a great fucking time. Over a year of abstinence and he'd go fucking crazy, probably.

Ian couldn't help but guiltily look at his brother from the corner of his eye as if he'd been able to read his thoughts. He only looked away once Mickey elbowed him, whispering lowly how Ian should probably slow down with the drinks. Wouldn't want you to faint in ten fucking minutes and need me to drag you back home, said the man that was drunk off his ass.

Even inebriated he worried.

"Hey!" Tami shouted until all eyes went to her and the voices drowned out, dissipating into murmurs, one of them being Ian telling his husband that, it was so cute you're worrying about me, earning himself a middle finger in the face. She continued, seemingly pleased with herself for shutting a bunch of Gallaghers up, a feat not easily accomplished (what she didn't know was that everybody was still talking, just discreetly enough for her to not hear).

"Since I was the one who came up with the idea," She said proudly as if playing truth or dare was the smartest, coolest idea ever. "I think I should have the honors of starting."

Lip snorted beside her, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're drunk but okay." His head was shaved off completely, prompted by lice Fred had brought back home from day-care.

They were both sitting on two cushions on the floor, leaving Debbie on the sofa near the door, and Carl on the couch next to Ian and Mickey. His Coke can was so close to his leg, just begging to be spilled. Ian fought the urge to tell him to just move it to the side, but well, everybody else was practically drunk, so it didn't seem too fair. He was forced to endure a bunch of assholes while sober; the least they could do was offer him more Cokes and leave him to ruin his stomach in peace while they all ruined their livers.

"Shush!" Tami swatted at him, a concentrated look on her face. "We're playing."

Lip raised his hands in surrender just as Ian turned to whisper into Mickey's ear, "This is gonna be a shit show."

It was Mickey's turn to shush Ian, swatting him gently on the arm, focus solely on Tami and her upcoming question. He looked genuinely interested in what Tami had to ask—maybe he was looking forward to some juicy questions. Ian thought she'd be the one to ask the blandest ones.

"We're playing," Mickey said once Ian leaned in again to tell him just that, and Ian just shook his head lightly, biting his lip to stop from smiling.

Tami moved her eyes from her boyfriend all the way to Debbie who was fucking around on her phone, typing away slowly. Ian knew she was paying attention, but he also knew that her new girlfriend and their "relationship problems" probably exceeded the game right now.

"You ready, Debbie?" She asked, eyes dropping in sympathy. "This first one's for you. You said you needed to get your mind off of things."

Debbie lifted her eyes from her phone, eyebrows going up, biting her lip. She shut the screen off and crossed her legs, nodding to herself. "Shoot."

"Okay, so—"

"—What’s the most embarrassing thing that turns you on?"

Lip groaned along with Ian at the question. It didn't matter if they all knew everything and anything about each other's sex lives—Debbie talked about hers in a way that not even Ian and Mickey do. So Ian just squirmed in his seat, grimacing and then shooting a glare towards his husband who snickered at his facial expression, and they all sat and waited for their sister to start talking about sex as if they were begging to hear about it. Ian was mentally preparing for having his ears bleed.

"Hmm," She said. "Probably thighs."

They collectively blew out grateful breaths that she didn't feel the need to explain her answer. Ian still squirmed, because, well—why the fuck did he need to have that in common with his little sister?

"Carl," Debbie said, fiddling with her phone again. She probably got a new message she would need to send a ten-paragraph rant over. "What's the worst thing about sex, in your opinion?"

Ian eyed Carl beside him as he shrugged. "Not getting any."

It was Mickey who reached over Ian to clap him on the shoulder, grin wide on his face. He really was drunk. "Good answer, kid."

Ian turned to look at him, face scrunching in confusion. They literally had sex before they came over. "What are you talking about? You haven't spent a day in the past, like, four years not get any."

Mickey shrugged, sipping on his beer. "There were times I wasn't gettin' any."

Ian rolled his eyes. He knew Mickey inside, out—that man always got some, whether it be with Ian or without. So he asked, "When?"

Mickey looked at him, eyes clearer than before, still drunk but sober enough to answer Ian's question earnestly.

He cleared his throat, then sucked on his teeth when he saw Ian really was looking for an answer.

When the fuck did Mickey ever do celibacy shit?

"Look, man," He said. "sex," He annunciated the word. "isn't really the same when it's not with the person you want it to be with. It's weird and mechanical, and knowing what sex you could be having instead of the robotic fucking makes you hate it." He looked over at Carl. "I get what you mean by not getting any because I hadn't seen Ian for two fucking years before prison, and most of that time I just thought I'd have miserable, loveless sex for the rest of my life, so," He shrugged, again, settling back into the cushions. "Not getting any isn't just not having sex. It's not having sex with the only person you want to have sex with because you'll never see them again for the rest of your life."

"So," Lip started, a teasing air around his words. "Pointless fucking equals not getting any, and lovemaking with Ian here equals you bitches are soulmates?"

Mickey snorted. "Yeah, fuck you."

He then, probably noting how Ian was staring at him, completely flabbergasted, met Ian's eyes.

There was a second of them just staring at one another, Mickey's eyes quickly going up and down Ian's form in the most loving/sexual way, before he averted them to Carl again. "Come on, man, who's next?"

Carl grinned wickedly. "Ian,"

"Yeah?" He finally forced himself to stop staring at Mickey who was now placing his hand soothingly over his thigh, silently saying, You know what I meant. I know you know what I meant.

Carl's question was quick.

"Do you believe you and Mickey are soulmates?"

Ian's right eyebrow went up—he'd been practicing after a heated discussion with Mickey at three am on a Wednesday about who had better eyebrows. He was a sore loser.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Well," Carl said. "You've just broken up more number of times than I've had girlfriends—"

"We've always come back to each other," He interrupted, tone defensive; slightly frustrated. Mickey's hand squeezed, warm through the fabric of Ian's sweats.

"Yeah, but—"

"There's no question about it, Carl. If there's anybody in this world that's literally meant for me, it's Mickey. I've loved him since the very first day I met him, and I'll love him until the day I die." He meant it with every bone in his body and he just wished somebody would put it in question again, after all they had been through. Wasn't that proof fucking enough that if there's anybody in this world Ian loves more than Mickey, it's Mickey loving Ian back?

"That answer' your question?" He asked, chin jutting out.

His hands went up in surrender as he lowly whistled. "Got it, chief."

"Yeah, Ian," Tami said, eyes rolling animatedly. "We get it—you love each other most in the world, blah, blah, barf."

Mickey choked out a laugh. "Come on, Red," He said, looking again towards Ian, gaze soft. "Next question."

So they played on.

[liaromancewriter]

If Today Was a Fairy Tale

Premise: After a whirlwind engagement and wedding, how did Ethan and Cassie spend their first night together as man and wife?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature (light NSFW). Fluff. Words: 895

A/N: My Tumblrversary fics continue with a request from @rookiemartin. Hope you like it! Late submission for @choicesdecemberchallenge2021​ day 12 prompt “words”.

I’m also participating in this week’s @wackydrabbles prompt 125 which will appear in bold. 

Once upon a time, in a hospital in Boston a short ride away, there was an intern that defied expectations every chance she got, much to the frustration of her grumpy attending (for more reasons than one). 

And in doing so, she proved to her naysayers that Doctor Cassie Valentine wasn’t one to be defeated.

She did that with a smile, a laugh, and often a wide-eyed gaze that belied the sharp brain and even sharper instinct that lay beneath the surface. And with that, she captured the heart of the Ogre of Edenbrook and became his forevermore.

The Ogre, also known as Doctor Terminator, tried his best to resist falling under the intern’s charm. But one moonlit night on a balcony with the sound of waves crashing below, he took a risk worth taking. That fateful choice set them on a collision course with destiny.

Like all fairy tales, there were dragons to fight, a misguided parent, and doubts about the inevitability of it all. But throughout, they remained committed to the idea of “them” and overcame every obstacle.

Until one day, four years after they met, the Ogre surprised the former intern with a proposal. One unexpected as the Ogre had sworn off marriage and family. But that was in the time of ‘before’. In the time of ‘after’, anything was possible as they learned all too well.

Eight weeks to that momentous day, they faced each other on a beautiful summer day with the sound of the sea close by and her family’s castle behind them. Surrounded by their family and friends, they declared their love and with the exchange of rings, a promise to remain faithful till death do them part.

What happened after though is truly magical…

“Rookie, what are you doing?”

The Ogre, aka Ethan Ramsey, stood in the doorway to the nursery, arms folded across his chest and a baffled expression on his face. His wife of almost four years, otherwise known as the former intern, looked up from where she was sitting on the floor with their five-month-old twin daughters engaging in playtime.

“Telling them a story,” she said in a tone that said it should be obvious.

“Were you seriously going to tell the girls about our wedding night?” he asked, scandalized by thought as he joined her at the playmat.

“Uh…” For once she faltered and then blushed.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in a habit formed from years of dealing with unruly interns that didn’t display a modicum of decorum.

“I wasn’t going to go into details,” she declared. “Not that they’d understand anyway.”

“You don’t know that!” he grumbled.

“Yeah, I do,” she said with exasperation. “At this age, we’re lucky they understand what peek-a-boo means. Somehow the words describing how you took me up against a window for our first time as husband and wife — again — is not going to traumatize them.”

She started laughing when he covered their tiny ears with his large hands. Since there were four ears and only two hands, he gently mushed their heads together. Too shocked at first at the abrupt movement, Sophie and Eloise quickly became disgruntled and made their displeasure known. Loudly.

“Happy now?” said Cassie not really annoyed, shushing the girls while also peeling his hands away.

“Don’t worry,” she said magnanimously, “I won’t tell them about how I’ve never seen one that big or that our eyes locked on each other in the mirror as you took me from behind. Or the way your arms wrapped around me, holding me up, as we reached the crescendo.”

“Cassie!” he remonstrated, eyebrows beetling together.

“Ethan, relax,” she said, shaking her head in amusement. “I swear, I never thought a man that creative with his tongue in my you-know-what would be a prude. Making me come four times in one night has got to be a record for us, right?”

Her peel of laughter rang out when he groaned loudly, hanging his head as the tips of his ears turned red and he felt his face flush.

“Five,” he whispered eventually.

“What?”

Her face showed confusion as she met his gaze and he smirked.

“Our record is five in one night, but I wouldn’t expect you to remember since you basically spent it moaning my name through one orgasm after another,” he said, amusement creeping in as he decided to turn the tables.

“Dr. Ramsey!” she faux protested. “We have children present.”

“Apparently, they only understand peek-a-boo, so we should be safe,” he said, waving away the objection. “Unless you have something else you want to say to me?”

Cassie turned her attention to their girls; the twins were too busy patting each other on the face and exchanging baby talk to bother with their parents.

Ethan wondered if he’d gone too far when she covered the girls’ ears, better than he had, and glanced up through her eyelashes, mischief in her eyes. Even before she opened her mouth, he knew he was sunk.

“If you want to fuck me, Ethan, like you did on our wedding night,” she leered, “nap time is in two hours. Want to try for a new record?”

When his mouth closed over hers with the promise of retribution later, he knew that this fairy tale was as real as it got. And he wouldn’t change a word.

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