#but I'd just turn it off for a time maybe

[toothfa-1-ry]

OUR CAFE IN JEJU

You and Dae ho plan to open a cafe in jeju after you both leave the games

GENRE: Angst

PAIRING: Kang Dae ho x gn!reader

It's night time, or atleast you guess it was as you sit awake, your eyes slowly drifting to all the people who slept blissfully, as if though they all didn't just witness multiple killings

The sight almost disgusted you,

Almost

Gi hun, or no. 456, the man who oddly reminded you of your father, decided that everyone should take turns watching over your group as you all slept

Currently, it was your turn,

you find yourself leaning against the cold steel railing of the bed, your feet swinging softly going along with your steady breath

You don't mind the silence, it was a good break from the constant chaos, you didnt mean only in the games but also from real life

You always did prefer the silence anyways

"Oh y/n" followed by a stretched yawn, you watch as Dae ho sleepily crawled out from underneath the bed

"It's my turn now to watch over" he says despite his eyes still being closed shut and his speech languoress "you should get some rest"

A soft smile etched your face unconsciously upon seeing his drowsy state

You swear, you almost found the very sight cute

You shake your head softly "It's alright, i don't mind staying awake. I doubt I'd get any sleep anyway. You should rest"

Dae ho's eyebrows knitted upon hearing your words, immediately waking him up from his drowsiness

"Then I guess we'll both be staying awake" he props himself next to you, his signature grin on his face

This time your the one frowning, sighing as you insist the brawny man "Dae ho, seriously it's fine, you look sleepily anyway"

But this just seemed to make him even more stubborn as he shook his head, pieces of his long hair moving along with his head causing you to laugh softly, your hand covering your mouth

Dae ho lazily smiles back at you before the both of you nestle in the silence that surrounded the entire room

"You were amazing in today's game, i feel like i haven't mentioned it enough" you nudge his shoulder as you say, choosing to be the one ro break the silence

You half expect him to tell you that it's because hes a marine and marines can do everything but instead you find him with an uncharacteristic shy smile on his face

"I just played the game alot with my older sisters" he admitted in a rather bashfull manner

You nodd your head "you guys must be really close then?"

Dae ho nodds back without much comment, you take it as a sign that he might not like talking about them much

"Sorry" he awkwardly laughs "i know I'm usually not like this"

You raise your eyebrow

"I mean" he pauses before rubbing the back of his neck, you quickly note the way his t shirt sleeve pushed back, showing his arm muscle "im usually talkative and all. I usually don't like the silence but i guess i dont mind it when I'm with you"

You bite back the warmth that attempts to streak your face as you let out a soft hum

"I know you don't like talking alot" Dae ho says as he quickly takes a peek at your face "I've noticed that you keep to yourself most of the time"

He awkwardly chuckles, looking down "maybe you don't enjoy talking that much-"

"No-" your voice interrupts him, startling both you and him with your sudden interjection

Immediately his posture straightens as he whips his head towards you, his eyes locking into yours, almost desperate to hear what you have to say

"I don't mind" the words unwittingly tumble out your mouth before you could stop yourself

You notice Dae Ho's intense gaze which noted was unusualof him, his eyes fixated on you as he hangs on to your every word

Your clear your throat "I don't mind it too" you whisper softly "talking I mean"

Dae ho blinks, once, twice, before he shakes his head lightly as if though he was in a trance

"Right. Talking" he repeats your words while still rapidly blinking

You internally curse yourself, why do you always have to say things the wrong way?

"Yea..." your voice trails off and once again the both of you were surrounded by odd tranquility

You take a glance at Dae ho, his eyes up at the piggy bank of money that hanged on the ceiling. Your eyes follow his as you stare along at the stacks of paper

"What are you gonna do after all of this is over?" You whispered out of the silence to him

Dae ho realized you saw him staring at the money, before briefly looking back at you and then the money

"Pay off all my debts I guess" he said with a tight lipped smile

"No I mean" you tilt your head towards him "after that. I'm pretty sure your gonna have some money left"

Dae ho leaned behind as he wondered outloud "uhm"

He clicks tongue when he gets his answer "that's right! I've always wanted to open a cafe"

"A cafe?" You ask puzzled, that wasn't something you'd expect from a ex marine, that too someone like Dae ho

"that's right! In jeju" his eyes sparkled as he grinned ear to ear, speaking excitedly

"oh" He turns to you "and what about you? After paying your debts. What do you want to do?"

You think thoughtfully before you contemplate your answer

"I guess i wanna start my life over, maybe somewhere in an island"

Dae ho grins brightly when he hears your words "Hey! You should come with me then"

"What?" You ask slightly taken back at his sudden invite, you didnt think he considered you to be close enough for him to invite you to join him after all this was over

"Yea it's the perfect plan !!, you wanna start your life over in an island and i want a cafe in Jeju. Well isn't jeju a island? And the best one too!!"

You almost want to laugh at his childish demeanour but you don't, instead your grin matches his as you watch him continue

"Think about it, i'll open a cafe in jeju and you can help me run it"

"Can we adopt a pet dog?" You meekly ask

Dae ho's eyes widened as if though the very fact that you had to ask him made him feel offended "ah ofcourse!" His voice boisterous which caused you to shush him

"Sorry!" He whispers while turning over to look at the people sleeping, checking if anyone awoke.

You lean in towards him as he whispers "I mean- ofcourse. We can adopt as many dogs as you want"

"I guess I'll have to start picking names from now" you quip which made him beam

"Alright! It's settled then" he points at you "you, me, and our adopted dogs will open a cafe in jeju together. You can manage the cafe and I'll make coffee for our customers"

You watch as he smiles and talk animatically, suddenly feeling downcast, you can't help it when a feeling of dejection befalls your face.

You hope that Dae Ho doesn't notice but the look on his face says otherwise as he softens his voice "Hey, are you okay? Did I go to far?"

"No, you didnt" you say with a wistful smile "It's just, we don't know what's gonna happen next. I dont know whether I'll survive the next game or not"

You hear Dae Ho take in a deep breath before releasing a deep sigh "I guess you have a point there too"

"Sorry" you feel the urge to apologise "I ruined the mood-"

But Dae Ho intervenes your apology, he won't have you saying sorry, not to him

"I guess that just gives you more reason to stick around me huh?" He says playfully, he nudges your shoulder with his signature grin on his face "i'll make sure we get out of here together no matter what"

You snort, an attempt to hide your amusement but he catches on. He always did when it came to you

"Hey seriously!" he puts his hand in his chest when he begins reciting in a loud voice "I, Kang Dae Ho promise to take y/n l/n to jeju and open a cafe together"

You cover his mouth with your hand amidst your quiet giggles "people are sleeping silly" you scold him, despite your light tone and the smile on your face

Dae ho shuts up, but the twinkle in his eyes says otherwise

"Y/n" he whispers as he sticks out his pinky finger towards you "Promise me too"

"Promise you?"

"Promise me that when we get out of here, we'll both restart out lives in jeju"

You interlock your pinky with his, he noticed the spark in your eye

"And you'll open a cafe in jeju" you continue

Dae Ho's face lit up even more than before "and we'll adopt three dogs- no five dogs!"

He corrects himself while you stifle in your laughter

"I promise to help you run it" your voice soft and warm as both of your pinkies layed interlocked with one another

"Promise"

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The child's voice plays over the speaker as it sings the same song over again and again,

you've lost count for how many rounds this game has been going on, feeling dizzy on the spinning carousel as you feel Dae ho's tight grip on your wrist.

"Just one more time y/n" he insist to you over the blaring sound of the childish song "just one more time and this game would be over"

You nodd, unable to say anything as you sweat profusely, your heart beating rapidly

Dae ho takes in your silence as your answer as he gives you a quick nodd, turning over to look at gi hun and song il, letting go of your hand for a moment

Suddenly the carousel stops to a halt, you find yourself falling down harshly before you could even realise that it stopped

A feminine voice declares a number but your unable to coin what it was as your layed on the ground, only being able to hear the sound of people running and screaming

Dae ho looks around frantically, eyes widened when he realised your not next to him

"Y/n?" He mutters at first before he began shouting your name like a mad man

You scream his name too, but with no avail, as a hysterical crowd of people separated the both of you

Dae ho's eyes widen as his brows lift, he breaks away from jeong bae's grasp as he runs away from his team, searching for you in amidst the chaos

He doesn't realise the way his trembles or the way he stutters when he shouts your name, all he wants right now was you to be back at his side

He should have never let go of your hand

He runs around the room as he belts out your name as loud as he can, pushing people away, shouting at them while he asked whether they saw you or not

Suddenly he finds himself being pulled back by Young ill and Jeong Bae

"Wait! Wait! stop!" He screamed against their hold, thrashing and moving "y/n! They're still out there!" He hysterically screamed

Young ill gripped the younger man tightly as Jeong Bae pushed him into a room

"Time is running out, the count down has begun" jeong Bae attempts to appease to his junior who refuses to listen "im sure they'll be safe with others"

But there was an unexplainable feeling in the pits of Dae ho's stomach that says other wise. Every single cell in his body screamed at him, telling him that you weren't safe

He promised to be always by your side didn't he?

"Hyung please" he mumbled his words rapidly while clutching the arms of the two other men who held him back "hyung please! Let me go! let me go i need to find-"

Jeong Bae and Young ill push him into a room despite his refusal to enter, opposing his wishes

"Stop! Stop don't close the door" Dae ho pushes Young ill away from the door as he prys to keep it open "they're still out there-" he splutters

Young ill grabs Dae ho by the neck, putting him in a headlock while dragging him away from the door, urging jeong Bae to shut it

"The room is full" he mutters under his breath into Dae hos ear "do want all of us to die?'

"No! You dont understand" Dae ho splutters against the older man's hold, not paying attention to his words at all

"no let me go, i need y/n, i told them" Dae ho begs, his face getting red "I told them I'll protect them"

His breathing becomes more shallow and rapid when he hears the lock of the door, finally prying away from young ills grasp

He shakes his head as he tries opening the door which simply stood unmoving against his force

"No no no" he repeatedly muttered "no y/n" his sweaty palms trying to pull open the steel door while all the other two men in the room could do was look bleakly at him

"Dae ho... I'm sure they'll be safe wit-" jeong Bae words are cut short by a familiar defeaning shriek which causes Dae ho's face to pale

"Dae ho!" You scream his name as you pass by all the closed rooms, searching for him

Dae ho shouts your name back through the small hole in the door, exerting more force on trying to open the door

You press yourself to the door of the room Dae ho was in, only seeing his widened eyes

"Y/n! Y/n!" He shouted repeatedly while banging the door "Fuck the door isn't opening! Why won't the door open" he wailed while hitting the door

You whisper his name in between hiccups, your eyes filled with water as you watched him pry to open the door

"Please y/n" Dae ho sobbs "please" his breath shallow

You shake your head against the cold door "im sorry"

"Y/n?" Dae ho watches you horrified

"I'm so sorry Dae ho" you breathed out "I don't think I can come to jeju with you"

A loud bang, followed by even more shouting and screaming and more shooting could be heard

Dae ho watched as your eyes once which looked at him with joy was now lifeless and empty, he hears your body thud on the floor, he falls down along with you, body pressing to the door

Now, only the steel door being in the path of both of your bodies from being once again united

"Dae ho" you whisper from the other side of the door while he hears you take your last breath

"I would have loved opening a cafe with you in jeju"

[st7rnioioss]

WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.

you’d always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what you’d look like naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.

how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?

the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever you’d innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.

gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down to try and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening even more under his own touch.

he didn’t know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.

your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didn’t help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.

sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulge—but then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that he’d been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didn’t seem to notice right away.

“are you okay?” your soft voice was heard. “you seem restless..” yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend the situation chris was in.

“i- i can’t sleep. that’s all,” he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.

speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.

“oh..” you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan you’d heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.

“p-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,” chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.

“chris- no, we can’t..” your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, a prude even. you’d always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that path ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. “please- i’ll make it quick, i’ll just put the tip in. it hurts so fucking bad,”

but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris begging for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touch you.

“okay..” attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“thank you, thanks- thank you,” he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.

“i promise i’ll be careful, just the tip..” his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.

your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragile porcelain.

“o-okay..” you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. “already so wet f’me..” his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.

you were driving him insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words. oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone be the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.

you’ve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. it was chris after all, he’d never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.

“i’ll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,” he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.

he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“i’ll put it in now.. it’s just the tip, don’t panic..” he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. “go- go ahead..”

those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.

“holy- holy fuck..” he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. “oh, chris..”

your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.

chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tip—it took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.

“gosh- chris..” you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.

you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you.

“m’sorry angel, sorry.. i can’t hold back, please say something-“ chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.

“it’s- its okay..” you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he was thankful almost, mumbling continuous praise and ‘thank you’ into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.

it sure was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right in—which he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you, slowly.

“h-halfway, baby.. you’re doing so good,” he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.

you couldn’t keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.

“fuck.. you’re so perfect,” he hissed, sinking his length in until he was fully sheathed inside your heat with a sigh of relief.

blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.

you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didn’t do this, they really didn’t. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?

but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.

“does it hurt?” he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

“no… chris, it feels- feels good,” you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.

he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit a specific spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.

“y-you’re doing so well.. so beautiful,” he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.

“oh- oh my god..” without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.

“jesus christ,” he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.

“shit- i’m gonna come,” he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.

“thank you, thank you angel,” his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths he’d been listening to just moments prior.

you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasn’t turned to him. “it’s fine…”

his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.

“come on, pretty.. we gotta go pee,”

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[cjlouwho]

Tommy wondered when they would cross paths again.

Somehow they'd managed to go seven years without meeting, so it wasn't wild to think another seven might pass before Tommy had to lay eyes on him once more.

He thought about what that meeting might look like. Whether they ran into each other at work, or at a coffee shop. Maybe Howie would need help with something and Evan would be there. Maybe they just so happen to end up on the same street and can't avoid each other.

He thought about what Evan might say to him. He'd probably look Tommy in the eyes with that million dollar smile, head tilted just so, and thank him. "You were right, Tommy," he'd say. "I didn't think so at the time, but you were right. I finally found my last, and I have you to thank for that." It wouldn't be said out of a place of anger, or spite. It would just be honest, and he'd say it as though Tommy had given him a gift.

And Tommy would smile back, because that's what he did, and he'd reply, "Told you so. I'm happy for you, Buck." And the words would sting. They cut into his flesh like a knife, blood pouring out of wound that only he could see.

He'd still be alone. Holding onto endless regrets that he couldn't find a way to rid himself of. Living off of what if's and could've been's, while Evan had the life he so deserved with a partner he so deserved.

These thoughts ran through his mind so often that he knew whenever the time came, he'd know exactly what to say to Buck. It'd be perfectly rehearsed.

But that was supposed to be seven years down the road.

So he was a bit surprised when, four months after the breakup, there was a knock on his door. And the shock at who was there had him saying the wrong name. "Evan?"

"You were wrong, Tommy," Evan started and... that's not how it's supposed to go. "I didn't know how to say it at the time because, well, you didn't really give me a chance to catch up, but you were wrong. I don't know why you think you can't be my last, but you're all I've thought about since you walked out of my place. I- I don't know what our future looks like, and I don't know if we'll be each other's forever, but I'd like to be your now. And if now turns into forever, that would make me very, very happy."

He should tell him no. Tell him it's too risky. Tell him he needs to go and really think about what he's saying.

Instead he reaches out a hand, feels warmth where Evan's palm meets his, stares into his eyes and on a shaky exhale tells him, "Come in."

[keferon]

Chapter 3 of Blurr’s storyline in Mecha AU!

Previous chapter

“Speaking of Mechs.” continues Blurr, ”That thing's evacuation system sucks. What if you were stunned by the fall? What if something short-circuits and starts a fire???”

Swindle just clenches the glass in his hands. Feels the cold moisture of condensation dripping down onto his fingers.

“Then I'd burn.” he doesn't say

Under the cut⤵️

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It's Swindle's birthday.

He thinks it is.

He's pretty sure.

Since he was taken into the program, it's always hard to tell. It's like time flows differently here. He had a calendar, but Brawl put it somewhere a while ago and then forgot where it was. And they're not allowed to have phones yet. Though Swindle assumes Onslaught managed to steal one from someone anyway.

Shit. Where's the calendar?

Swindle remembers the date, but can't remember the month.

There's a strange static tingling sensation in the back of his head. If he turns his head too fast, it'll grow into an unpleasant pricking pain.

The last time in the lab was disgusting.

He can't remember what month it is. He's not even sure why it bothers him so much. Not that birthdays mean anything within the walls of the program.

He stops in the middle of the living room and looks around with a meticulous eye. He's already checked the beds, desk, and nightstands...hah.

“Hey have any of you seen my calendar?”

Vortex, sitting on top of the bunk bed shakes the ash off his cigarette right down into Blast Off's lap.

“Nope.”

“TEX YOU'RE LITTERING ON MY BED.”

“I could have ..torn it up” offers Brawl from across the room.

Swindle turns on his heels and angrily rests his arms at his sides.

“You tore it?”

“I might have,” Brawl scratches the back of his head.

Swindle pinches the bridge of his nose

That's fine. Not that he cares that much. Not that any celebration at all would save the crappy day.

He has some new “experimental” medical procedure scheduled for later, which generally means suffering. Or if he's lucky, some critter will attack the city and instead of squirming on the slab, he'll have to go cuddle with huge nasty beasts. Which is slightly better than the actual procedures. He'd like that to happen. If only his head would also stop buzzing....

“Happy birthday to me” Swindle thinks, sticking his Mech hand under the plates of a particularly ugly monster and pulling something disgustingly oozing green blood out of there. He can see the faces of the random gawkers who didn't have time to evacuate. Ooh, some of them got that nasty stuff on their faces. Swindle has no time to feel sorry for them.

The monster did attack, but it's entirely possible that this monster ended the last meager supply of luck Swindle had. Because somewhere. Something. In his head begins to hurt again and the world in front of his eyes begins to slowly blur and..

ahh FUCK….

The monster grabs him knocks him to the ground and Swindle can literally feel in his bones that something's wrong, but the data from his Mech doesn't give him any useful information. Which isn't that uncommon. These things are glitchy as hell and aren't designed to recognize anything but the most basic popular malfunctions.

The word “error” shines mockingly in his face. Blurring in his eyes and reflecting in red on his uniform.

Error, error, what the hell is this error. He needs to know what's wrong so he doesn't accidentally kill himself, but all this bucket offers him is oops. You're in trouble teeheee~

He can hear the sound of Blast Off's giant cannon in the distance. And the loud rumble where Vortex and Onslaught are trying to get out of the ring of monsters.

His Mech is unresponsive. His damn machine refuses to move and Swindle isn't quite sure if it's the Mech that's the problem, because his head feels like a piece of raw rotten meat and maybe the error meant that what's broken is him.

The monster leans over him, trying to rip off whatever it can rip off and thank god this thing apparently isn't smart enough to realize that the Mech is controlled from the head because it's aiming straight for his chest.

He needs to get out. If he can't get this thing to move, he needs to get the fuck out of it before the alien gets him.

He manages to open the emergency hatch and quietly slip out and ohhhh the world is spinning, this is not bloody good.

He manages to take a few steps before a loud B A N G comes from somewhere above and IS THAT A TRAIN???? Who in their right mind would think of using a fucking train as a throwing weapon???? Is that Brawl? It's got to be Brawl. Oh, Swindle is so gonna kill him.

Because (sadly) in addition to the monster, the train and Swindle, there's also physics involved in this circus.

So while the monster is effectively brought to rest and knocked sideways with a hole in it’s head, the train stops its forward motion and starts its downward motion.

Right onto Swindle's head.

He just has time to think that dying from a train falling out of the sky is a pretty creative death. His legs are shaking, his head is buzzing and he only manages to take half a sluggish step in an attempt to avoid the inevitable when a loud “MOVE” comes to his ears and something yanks him to the side.

The tug sends fire down his spine and head. The ensuing landing reverberates with pain in his shoulder and sides. He barely has time to process the first two sensations until a moment later he hears a rumble so deafening that he thinks his eardrums are about to burst.

Swindle props himself up on his elbows and hisses in pain as the movement causes the back of his head to sting.

“Ah I'll fuckin' kill him...”

A voice comes above him

“Ouw dude. You okay?”

There's.. Some teenager hovering over him. And behind him is lying...the wrecked train...right where Swindle himself was standing a second ago.

The strange teen frowns worriedly and pulls Swindle upright and drags him somewhere else

“Come on, it's best not to be in the open during monster attacks”

“Ah” thinks Swindle ”right. Without Mech you're a pathetic tiny piece of chop begging to be stomped on by Brawl.”

He tries to focus on balance so he doesn't hang too much on this kid.

They find the nearest unlocked door, which turns out to be the entrance to an underground bar.

“So” says the stranger, letting go of Swindle and shaking the dust off his hair ” You're a pilot! That's so cool, but you're kinda small for a pilot.”

Swindle sighs sullenly.

“I'll let you have that one comment about my height because you helped me, but next time you're dead.”

“Helped? I saved your ass.”

“Helped a lot” says Swindle grudgingly. “Thanks.”

The teen laughs and climbs into the bar. It's a mess everywhere, people clearly evacuated in a hurry and threw everything in haste.

“What's your name? Oh, or, wait. Do you guys use code names? I've heard pilots call each other by call signs, but half the time those call signs sound so dumb, I don't see how they can respond to that.”

He waits for the kid to cut off his flow of words to take a breath. Man, what a chatty boy.

“You can call me Swindle.”

“Kay” the kid pulls out a couple glasses ”I'm Blurr. Would you like something Swindle? I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty good at mixing cocktails.”

Swindle looks around the room suspiciously. The bar, even though it's underground, looks pretty good. Too good, in fact. The place is clearly not for the poor.

He walks over to the bar and climbs onto a bar stool. There's no one else in here but them, but the electricity is on so he doesn't doubt for a second that they're being filmed by a security camera right now. Maybe a few even.

Blurr throws him an expectant look.

Swindle pretends to go through his pockets. As if there could be money in them out of nowhere. Then he makes a comically confused face and spreads his hands.

“Oh, no, I think I left my millions at home. What's the cheapest thing you have?”

Blurr snorts.

“Ice is free.”

“I'll take the ice then” nods Swindle.

There is a loud rumbling sound above them. It must be Vortex having fun again bouncing on the aliens that have fallen to the ground, crushing their heads.

Swindle is just. He takes off his helmet, takes a glass of ice and presses it to his head enjoying the way the nasty buzzing recedes.

Blurr waits for the rumbling to recede before speaking again.

“But really. You're a pilot but...uh. Are you even old enough to drink?”

Swindle sends him his best grumpy look. It's not exactly a joke about his height, but it's damn close.

“Are you old enough to pour?”

“Sure,” says Blurr too fast for it to be true. If Swindle had to guess, he'd say the guy in front of him is no older than seventeen. The tattered jeans and the T-shirt with the F1 logo printed on it definitely don't help. And, hey, those headphones look very expensive. So do the sneakers. Kid's clearly from a wealthy family.

Blurr pulls out a bottle of syrup from somewhere and pours it straight into his mouth. Doesn't miss, which is amusing. Doesn't wince, which is frankly impressive. Swindle feels the unbearable sweetness just looking at him.

It suddenly hits him

“Hey, do you have a phone?”

“Sure,” Blurr pours himself more syrup. Swindle twitches.

“What's the day today?”

Blurr's mouth is full of an unimaginable amount of sugar, so he just pulls out his phone and turns its screen toward Swindle and oh...oh. He was wrong about the date. And the month, too. It's not his birthday. His birthday was a week ago...

Does that mean he must be nineteen now? Yeah, that makes him nineteen.

Blurr takes the phone back and slips it into his pocket.

“Your face looks funny.”

“I just realized it's my birthday today,” smiles Swindle.

“Oooooooohh~~~” rejoices Blurr ”Congratulations! It's kind of poetic that you almost died just today. Can you imagine how funny the numbers on your tombstone would have looked.”

Swindle chokes on air.

“That's certainly a very appropriate comment, thank you...”

“Sorry haha said without thinking.” Blurr reaches under the counter again and pulls out a bottle from there “Hey, they have more syrups!”

There's another loud rumble from upstairs.

Blurr presses his head into his shoulders and stares up at the ceiling as if hoping to see something through it.

Swindle puts his elbows and head on the tabletop

“Don't worry, it's just Brawl.”

Blurr doesn't take his eyes off the ceiling

“ You can tell that by the sound of falling concrete?”

Swindle lazily dangles his feet. The chair is high and even the toes of his shoes don't reach the floor.

“Brawl is the loudest. And the heaviest, too. He's always crashing into everything, throwing things and breaking things too. You can hear him a mile away.”

He pauses to listen

“And that kch-ooooooooomm is Blast Off's cannon. It's some super rare experimentally advanced one, so it sounds like something out of a space movie. He couldn't stop bragging about it for half a year when he got it.”

Blurr chuckles and leans his elbows on the counter, relaxing.

“ And this...uh...what's this?”

“That's Vortex, he's our local lunatic. Best not to listen too much to what he does, it's almost always disgusting in ways you would never even consider.”

Blurr makes a disgruntled face and is silent for a couple minutes.

“It's weird hearing you call them by their names. I mean, I kind of always knew Mechs were run by people but you guys are never seen, so most of the time it's just.. Huge robots and huge monsters. You know what I mean. I was actually surprised when I saw you get out of that Mech.”

Swindle just nods. Because, what else is there to add.

“Speaking of Mechs.” continues Blurr, ”That thing's evacuation system sucks. What if you were stunned by the fall? What if something short-circuits and starts a fire???”.

Swindle just clenches the glass in his hands. Feels the cold moisture of condensation dripping down onto his fingers

“Then I'd burn.” he doesn't say

Blurr doesn't seem to notice his glum mood

“Oh, hey. If it's no secret, why did you go into piloting in the first place?”

Because he had no choice? He can't answer that, that information isn't for civilians.

Because he didn't know what he was getting into until it was too late? That's not vague enough either.

Because he was up to his neck in debt and barely into college before a smiling man showed up on his doorstep and offered him good money if he agreed to a couple tests...?

“I had to do it for the people.” Swindle decides to repeat a line of propaganda.

“Ohhhh.... That's...a good reason. The monsters are disgusting, of course. But the reason is cool.”

Swindle just. Holds his glass of melting ice, listens to Blurr's mutterings, and enjoys the peace. This random teenager is not his superior or colleague and has nothing to do with the organization at all. Swindle doesn't have to remember to salute or follow orders or fear being reported to his superiors.

He can just. Be.

Just him and his free ice and his saved for free life.

That's. Sweet.

Blurr's drinking syrup again.

...and a little disgusting.

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Brawl jumps out of bed, hits his head on a shelf hanging on the wall and drops everything on it onto Blast Off's head

“Swindle!!!” yells Brawl.

“Why are these books sticky???” shrieks Blast Off.

“You don't wanna know~” giggles Vortex.

Swindle sighs.

“You're alive!!!” ignores Blast Off Brawl's complaints. And a second later runs up and pulls Swindle off the floor in a crushing bear hug.

Behind them, Blast Off, with his face wrinkled in disgust, gathers all the dropped books back onto the shelf.

Swindle wheezes pathetically and slaps Brawl's arm with his palm, either to reciprocate the gesture or to beg for mercy

“Br...khaaaaah...Brawl I can't breathh.”

“OH. I'm uh. Here. Wait.”

Brawl puts him back on the floor and runs back to the shelf.

Onslaught, who has peeked into the room, puts a hand on Swindle's shoulder

“You've been gone a long time. Boss said you tried to escape.”

His tone isn't judgmental. And not pressuring. Not even questioning, but Swindle knows Onslaught wants more information. Swindle clutches a piece of napkin with a phone number in his pocket and smiles weakly.

“I've found a...friend? I think?”

Onslaught nods. In a manner that only he knows how to do. Not giving an opinion, not encouraging or condemning. Just taking in the information. Swindle admires him for that.

Behind them, Brawl pulls some piece of paper out from under the books that have just been put away and drops them again

“FUCK!” yells Blast Off. Vortex just starts hooting like a hyena.

“Hey Swindle I found the calendar!” yells Brawl waving the paper.

Swindle frowns in surprise.

“It's a different calendar...”

“I found you a new one.” nods Brawl.

“...Why...is it...it's torn in half?”

“It had stupid flowers drawn on it, so I ripped them off. And I accidentally ripped off more than I needed.”

“Ah,” says Swindle, clutching the calendar, ”That's...Thanks. I forgive you for losing the previous one.”

Behind them, Blast Off is trying to strangle Vortex with a jacket.

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Blurr waves his arms happily like a hyperactive windmill.

“Swindle!!!”

Swindle smiles and adjusts his glasses

“Your party can be seen from across city.”

“I know~~” primps Blurr “Are you hungry? There was a snack table around here somewhere.”

“I didn't bring any money.” lies Swindle.

“Hey man, it's a party. Help yourself, it's free.”

“Оh.” Swindle's mood instantly brightens. “All right, then.”

“You look terrible” Blurr decides to share.

Swindle, busy shoveling food into his pockets, nods.

“I've had a rough week. Actually, it'd be cool if you didn't tell anyone you saw me here. I'm kind of not supposed to be here.”

He doesn't elaborate.

Blurr is a civilian. In his mind, a rough week is rude people or an exam or bad weather. Swindle's bad week is strap marks on his wrists and double vision. It's nausea from injections and sleepless nights because Vortex won't stop screaming in his sleep.

Blurr doesn't know that. With him, Swindle can pretend to be somewhat normal.

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“Heeeeey“ says Blurr ‘I haven't seen you in a long time~"

“That” thinks Swindle ”is a pretty standard phrase for both of them.

Blurr looks older. Taller too. He was taller than Swindle before, but now that difference is starting to look almost comical. He's also flaunting a cast on his arm.

“Did you get hurt?”

“Didn't make a turn at training” waves Blurr off “It's no big deal. Wanna go find something to eat?”

Blurr is always trying to feed him, Swindle notices over time. Offers him drinks or snacks or whatever.

“ I like your uh..cap?”

“I got a promotion” Swindle smiles proudly “Me and the guys were made a special group...actually you're not allowed to know more than that, so you'll have to take my word for it when I say we are officially cool.”

He purposely adjusts his cap by the brim so Blurr can get a good look at it.

Blurr makes a delighted sound. Something between a “wow” and a giggle. He generally makes a lot of sounds all the time. Tapping his fingers on every hard surface, stomping in place like he's always late for something, laughing, whistling, clicking his tongue. A human orchestra.

__________

Onslaught sits down next to Swindle and clutches his hands in his lap in front of him. This makes the bed legs squeak pitifully. Onslaught has grown surprisingly large. He can almost rival Brawl in height already. Most people find that intimidating, but Swindle just thinks Onslaught is like a wall. A big, solid concrete wall that's so good to hide behind.

“Be careful with what you tell this guy.”

“Don't worry” says Swindle ”He's not the type of friend you tell secrets to. He's just a fun dude who's great to hang out with.”

Onslaught hums.

“And who feeds you for free.”

“If that's how you're trying to ask me to share, you're not doing a very good job.”

Vortex snaps his fingers as he walks past them

“Hey Swindler, the lab is closed for today. It's your day off.”

“Wha...”

Onslaught tilts his head.

“Vortex. What did you do?”

“I spat in their dna sample vault” proudly proclaims Vortex “and didn't tell them exactly where.”

-----———————-

Blurr frowns.

“Hey...are you okay?”

“No” thinks Swindle.

“My friend died” he says instead.

He's not okay. He feels like an animal caught in a beartrap, trying to chew off its own paw to get free.

Except the trap is closed around Swindle's head and it's not a body part he can afford to lose.

There's been a lot of talk. Even more rumors. Swindle listened but tried not to believe.

And then one of pilots, Shockwave… was taken to the lab and brought back a different damn man and it felt like Swindle had the rug pulled out from under his feet with hot coals underneath.

Because Swindle's boss, with his stupid, rehearsed smile, started writing reports about how “human personality flaws are something that can be fixed. That challenging behavior is something that can be repaired with tools.

Blurr freezes.

“Who?”

“Vortex.”

Because of course it's Vortex. Talented but difficult to handle. Powerful but uncontrollable.

They wanted a pilot who would be a beast on the battlefield and a loyal dog on base. And who else would be a more ideal test subject than him?

Vortex was being very rude that day, even by Vortex standards. Yelling and swearing and throwing things around. Kept saying that no shitty lab could make him “a fucking puppet.”

Scratching the stitches on his head until he started leaving a trail of blood behind him.

He went on a mission.

And never came back.

The reports said it was all the monsters' fault. That Vortex was unstable. That the accident had nothing to do with the new technology. But it was nevertheless suspended.

Swindle is both bitter and amused by this. Vortex would eat the same monsters for breakfast any other day. The bastard was unkillable.

“Oh my god” says Blurr “I'm so sorry to hear that.”

He says something else. Probably comforting. About how Vortex died protecting people, maybe. About Vortex being a hero.

“Vortex,” thinks Swindle, ”loved life. He loved adrenaline and danger and pain and thrill and fear, but he never wanted to die. They did something to him. Something that made him go over the edge.”

Vortex got his head in the trap and ripped it off to escape it.

Swindle knows him and the others are next. And knows that no one but themselves can help them.

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Blast Off seems...very quiet. He could never stop complaining about Vortex before. Yelling about the garbage. Resenting the unmade bed and the cigarette ashes.

Vortex's bed remains unmade.

Blast Off regularly cleans everything up, but never wipes away the little circles of ash from the places where Vortex used to put out cigarettes on the furniture.

Onslaught puts his hand on Swindle's shoulder and squeezes. Not hard. Just enough for Swindle to register the gesture as important.

Standing nearby, Blast Off lights a cigarette and leans on Onslaught.

“Ons told me about your plan. I want to join in.”

“What kind of plan? Can I get involved?” inquires Brawl.

Onslaught sighs.

“Repeat after me - I don't know, they don't tell me anything.”

“I don't know, they don't tell me anything.”

“Good job” nods Onslaught “From now on, every time they ask you any - listen. Any! Question about us, you will answer them with this phrase.”

“Got it,” grins Brawl.

Swindle smiles.

“Gentlemen, it's time to violate all that is written, and rewrite all that is violated.”

__________________

Blurr lazily takes his eyes off the phone. He's wearing a racing suit and tons of hairspray. He's shiny and gleaming like a fine collectible figurine that should be on the shelf of an expensive exhibit. He's also bored.

“Sorry buddy, the interview is long over, if you have any questions you'll have to pay for the session.”

Swindle smiles.

“How about one tiny little question?”

Blurr makes funny big eyes.

“SWINDLE!!! I haven't seen you in a thousand years! You...oh I didn't recognize you haha sorry. Nice coat. You quit being a pilot?”

Swindle proudly adjusts his glasses. He's wearing a brand-new, ironed shirt that's exactly his size. Nice neat tie, expensive coat. Swindle isn't surprised Blurr didn't recognize him immediately. Sometimes he looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize himself. After all those years of wearing the pilot's uniform, he felt almost attached to it. And yet here he is.

“You could say I moved.” he winks snarkily, “Up. All the Mechs you see on the streets now are my Mechs~”

Blurr completely forgets about his phone.

“REALLY?? Oh man congrats to you!”

“Thanks” nods Swindle ”You want something to drink? I'm buying.”

———————-

Onslaught adjusts his tie. It's still, years later, a little strange to see him in a uniform instead of a pilot's suit.

“You do realize it's going to be hard to find a person like that, right? We need someone famous enough to be effective and dumb enough to want to save mankind instead of sunbathing on a yacht.”

Swindle adjusts his glasses and leans back in his chair.

Someone outgoing so they can quickly befriend all the right people. Handsome enough to have their face printed on a poster. Smart just enough not to say too much. And not associated with Mecha program so they can't be accused of trying to get promoted through their acquaintances.

Someone who already has everything but still willing to put themselves at risk for the cause.

“You know, I think I have a possible candidate.”

[jayparked]

heyy live ur writing style smmm😭

can we get 106 with Jay?🫶🏻

warnings: s2l, semi public sex in a closed restaurant, oral (f rec.), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk

"i'm not on the menu."

"w-what?" you stare at the diner owner with wide eyes. he's smiling while continuing to wipe down the counter you're sitting at.

"i gave you that menu ten minutes ago but you haven't looked away from me for a second. i'm starting to think i missed a spot shaving or something."

he's so nonchalant about what he's saying to you. as if his words didn't send chills down your spine or bring a bright flush to your cheeks.

"i-...i'm sorry, jay. i must have been zoning out..."

he flashes you a playful smirk, one that screams 'yeah, sure, whatever you say'. you're grateful he drops the subject, continuing to clean as the last few customers start to leave the diner before closing time.

"you know..." jay starts slowly, "you've been coming here every week for months..."

"...yeah?" you question cautiously, eyes peering over the menu to take in his casual stance: one elbow on the counter so his head can be pillowed by his palm, the other hand still holding the washcloth.

"why do you still ask for a menu? you and i both know you don't need it. i've got your weekly cravings down to a science now. "

you chuckle and set the menu down, opting to take a sip of water just after saying, "a science, huh?"

jay shrugs one shoulder, his gaze intensifying, "rainy days it's the soup of the day. when it's sunny you want the roast beef provolone sandwich with crinkle cut fries, a diet coke, and a pickle on the side. when you have a stressful day at school you want the pancakes with extra syrup. and when it's-"

"enough!" you hold up a hand and laugh. "i get it! i like my routine, i'm predictable, blah blah blah."

"not as predictable as i'd like you to be," jay deadpans in a husked tone. your thoughts mentally trip inside your brain and you gulp a little too loudly. seconds go by without either of you saying anything or looking away from one another. you know you should say something, anything at this point, but the words just won't come out.

"why do you still ask for a menu, y/n?"

your heart is pounding in your chest so hard it physically hurts. but now that the new year has started, you remember your goal: to be more bold, more brave, and to try not to shy away from what you want.

instead of taking the leap, you opt to answer his question...with a question.

"why do you let me order way past closing?"

jay nods his head, lips jutting out playfully, clearly not expecting the tables to turn on him so quickly.

"it's the only time you can come in. you're in lectures all day. and someone's gotta make sure you're eating after all that studying." jay gets himself upright, tossing the washcloth over his shoulder and giving you another smile before turning his back to you. he walks towards the soda machine, scooping a generous amount of ice into a glass and pressing his finger against the diet coke option.

"so you're saying...that i'm not like the other customers?" you try to come off as funny, playful, maybe even a little bit flirty, wiggling your eyebrow at his back for an extra quirky effect. but he doesn't laugh.

jay turns to you once the glass is full. slowly, he leans back down again, his face inching closer and closer to yours as he moves the glass towards you. his eye contact is hypnotizing; the way you can't break away no matter how badly you want to. you look up at him with curious, searching eyes, hoping to find any hint that what you're feeling for him isn't as crazy as you think it is.

"do you want to be like the other customers?" he murmurs so softly you almost don't hear it. he's close enough that you could reach out and touch him, close enough to pull him closer, just...close enough.

"no," you sigh dreamily, "i really don't."

finally, jay's eyes flick down towards your lips, his own lips parting slightly, a soft exhale escaping them.

his gaze meets yours again, something softer, pleading, now displayed in those deep brown eyes. "may i?"

"please," you whisper, your own eyes flicking to his lips now.

both of jay's hands come forward and softly cusp your cheeks, pulling you closer until your lips collide. after a few seconds, jay smiles widely, his teeth showing while his lips still hover over yours.

"say that again," jay murmurs, his eyes fluttering as they remain closed, thumbs brushing along your cheekbones.

you can't help but smile with him, your hands shaking as you reach out to grasp his wrists and squeezing them reassuringly. "please."

"mmm, fuck. that's gonna be a problem for me later," he groans, his words rushing out of his mouth because damn, he just needs to kiss you again.

and kiss you again he does. his lips now moving feverishly with yours. his hands wander away from your face until they're on your shoulders, moving down even more until he's grabbing you under your arms and pulling you onto the countertop. now, standing between your legs, he can finally kiss you properly. one hand is back on your cheek, warm and soft while the other grips your hip tightly, bracing himself with the contact. your own hands reach out to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his dark black hair. a particular overly excited tug has him moaning against your lips, making you inhale as the sound sends ripples of pleasure down your body. he continues to kiss you feverishly, the pace of the kisses quickening and suddenly your body is not satisfied with the amount of distance between you. you need him closer. the only thing you can think of is to wrap your legs around his waist, tightening your grip and pulling him into you even more.

after a few more moments of kissing pass, you're both forced to separate from one another to catch your breaths. he's looking at you with blown out pupils, panting with his now swollen lips parted slightly. he's beyond hungry for you, and you love the feeling of knowing you look exactly the same in his eyes.

"let's take it back to my place." he finally manages to get the words out.

"is this not technically your place?"

"you're right. god, you're so smart." with a mischievous grin jay grabs your body and lays you on the countertop, hastily throwing your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your ass and burying his face in your clothed cunt while you squeal with laughter. any innocent passerby could see what the two of you are up to. jay hadn't gotten to the part of his closing checklist that includes pulling the shades down on all the windows. hell, all the lights are even still on, making a lovely spotlight for the two of you amongst the dark city streets.

but you've dreamt of this moment for so long that you don't even care.

jay has your pants off seconds later, too impatient to continue to play around. he just needs to taste you after all those nights waking up in a cold sweat, cock twitching spurts of cum into his boxers after dreaming of what you would look like sitting on his face, riding his cock, or how you'd look under him as he pounded you senseless. and now, he doesn't have to imagine it anymore. groaning as he continues to ravage you, hands groping anywhere he can reach, his tongue flicking skillfully against your swollen clit.

"j-jay. oh my god!" you cry out, gripping the counter until your knuckles turn white, unprepared to come this quickly.

"my god, that's what you sound like screaming my name?" jay's standing now, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before moving to undo his belt. "so much better than i imagined. you're not going anywhere tonight. you're going to scream my name until you can't speak anymore. i want that throat raw in every way possible. but for now..." he groans as he pushes the tip of his cock into your hole, stretching you in new ways you haven't felt before. your body adapts to him quickly, though, as he begins to slowly thrust into you.

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[mythicmanuscripts]

I’m thinking about the sub!Aegon that thrives on skin contact and nuzzles into the reader’s chest. Going along with his mommy kink, do you think this would also have him wanting to suck on reader’s breasts as a way to comfort himself when he’s had a bad day?

I know you don’t write pregnancy stuff and I hope I’m not violating your limits on what you don’t write for! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable

Aw I love this! Also thank you for taking note of the fact that I don't write pregnancy related content. I'm perfectly happy to write this type of thing, I think it would stray into an area where I'd be uncomfortable if it involved lactation. This is perfect though!

This answer is mostly just soft and sweet but since there's literal titty sucking and implied sexual conduct I'll hide it behind a cute. Enjoy!

Right so firstly, I have said this before and I will undoubtedly say this again but, Aegon has an oral fixation. An absolutely massive oral fixation. He's always wanting something in his mouth, always!! He'll often chew on his shirt cuff or his necklace or quill. The only time he'll drink water without a single complaint is when there's a straw in the cup and then he'll very happily sip it slowly and even once it's finished he'll just keep the straw in his mouth, sucking a little and chewing on it.

He tries to hide this at first from you, because it's definitely something others have noticed and teased him for. His mother has told him multiple times that he needs to grow out of it but he can't help it!!! He often doesn't even realise he's doing it, and if he tries to stop then he'll get all antsy and wriggly, bouncing his leg or tapping his knee or twirling his hair, anything to try and get the same sort of fidgeting calmness but nothing else is as good.

But despite how hard it is to stop, he really really tries to once he meets and bonds with you. He's never had someone he wanted so badly to please before and he'd actually just start sobbing if he did something that made you think he was embarrassing.

Needless to say, this attempt at keeping this from you fails almost immediately. He already struggles to control the urges if he's trying his hardest to concentrate on not doing it, so to try and control when he's with you and you start to look after him and his little mind turns off? Absolutely no chance.

How is he supposed to keep any train of thought for longer than two seconds when you're holding his hand and calling him pretty? That battle was lost before it even began.

But he does try. In the beginning it was easier because he didnt know you as well so he wasnt as comfortable. He was able to keep himself more or less contained because he didnt see too much of you and had even less time alone with you. That arrangement can't last forever of course, and before long you two get closer and closer and then the real struggles starts. His main strategy to try and save himself is just not allowing himself anywhere anything that he could chew on. Maybe what breaks it is when he's tired?

A few months into the relationship he finds himself unable to fall asleep. Aegon always struggles to sleep if he thinks he's done something wrong. If someone yells at him or calls him a failure or tells him he didnt do something right then he'll often be awake the whole evening, unable to calm down or get over it.

Except now he's never alone in his bed anymore, and so he can't just curl up in a little ball and chew on the cuff of his sleep shirt. Well, that's what he tells himself. He tells himself that he won't do it with you there, but then you see how unsettled he seems and you let him curl up against your chest and you kiss his head and well.... the cuff is in his mouth before he even realises.

You spot it of course, but you don't say anything because seemed to have finally calmed down. You ask him about it the next morning and he blushes so red he looks sunburnt, and then immediately starts promising he'll try his best not to do it anymore. It breaks your heart to see how guilty and ashamed he seems over something that clearly brought him some level of comfort. You promise you won't judge him or it and say you don't mind at all. Even though you say this, he still tries to stop, though all future attempts are absolutely useless.

The first time he uses any part of your body for it is after you've dommed him and cleaned him up. You get him into bed, wrapping as many blankets around him as possible and then you cup his cheek, gently tilting his head upwards so he can see you when you say you're just running to the kitchens to get him a snack and promise you'll be back in less than 10 minutes.

Only, Aegon doesn't even hear the end of the sentence because you're gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and he's so sleepy and happy and utterly incapable of any thoughts at all, nevermind any rational thoughts. So he turns his head slightly and takes your thumb into his mouth, gently sucking on it. You're stunned, not only from the action but also how happy he seems? He was sitting up on the bed but now he's basically leaning over, trusting you to hold most of his weight. When you stroke his hair with your other hand he hums around your thumb and clumsily tries to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

Needless to say, you never end up leaving to get the snacks because you get pulled into bed and have a lap full of happy, clingy, fucked out Aegon for the rest of the night. It gets more and more common from there, and you even start to notice the signs in his behaviour that means he'll be asking for that later.

I think using your breasts for this would first come about after sex one night. Sometimes the only way to settle Aegon is so push him as close as possible to limit, to wring out every orgasm you again until the poor thing can barley even speak (it basically resets him). After things like that you always stay in bed for a while. You don't get out of bed to clean up and fetch things and do all those other aftercare chores until much later because aegon needs immediate cuddles or else he'll spiral. You've just taken him apart completely so you can't just leave him like that.

That's how you end up laying in bed naked with a very tired Aegon who has been reduced to whines and huffs. You pull him against your chest and then he actually starts paying at your chest? You're so confused and you pull away just enough to look at him. Of course this is absolutely no help because he just whines and continues what he's doing.

You eventually realise what he wants and then you lay down on your back and pull him closer, essentially just scooping him up and letting him curl around you. He instantly goes for your breast, taking your nipple in to his mouth. You worry he might be too harsh but actually he's so so soft? He barely even sucks, mostly just keeps it in his mouth and nuzzlings into you. He falls asleep within 10 minutes.

From there he does it often, first only as aftercare and then after that whenever he needs it.

In conclusion, that little fucker is lucky he's cute.

[dragon-ascent]

Hi! First of all I'd like to thank you for your scenarios with our beloved Li, it's really comforting to read your stories, so please keep doing it! ❤️

Also, I was thinking about having a swim in a lake with dragon-form zhongli. Maybe he starts off a little mischievous and playful, trying to splash you/play sharks with his beloved, but then maybe he starts reeeeally teasing them and making them flustered while in his human form. How do you think he would behave?

Thank you again! You're amazing!!

I've let this one stew for like a year, so sorry for the wait! And thank you! ♡

It's a lovely day, so what's better than spending it by swimming in the lake with your husband? Swimming with him in his dragon form, of course! There's nobody around, so Zhongli is more than welcome to relax in all his adeptal glory, gliding around in the water with his beloved.

His smooth glides turn erratic soon enough - having quickly had enough of the tranquility, he splashes you, his body mass turning the splashes into straight-up miniature tsunamis for you. You erupt in a fit of giggles, desperately trying to avoid your husband's torrential onslaught.

"You're going to make me sopping wet!" you squeal, swimming away as fast as you can.

"You are already wet, darling," rumbles your dragon husband in hot pursuit. "I am simply hastening the process." He reaches a claw out and gently pulls you to him, licking you with all his usual affection he's inclined towards when he's like this.

"Eek!" Squirming out of his grip, you swim off. "Come catch me again!" you squeal, and your darling doesn't need to be told twice.

He submerges his great head underwater until only his golden eyes are visible on the surface, slithering dangerously to you like a water serpent. There's nowhere to run or hide, and your legs are starting to tire out from all the kicking, so you submit to your fate a little too fast this time. Zhongli gleefully rises from the water and gently clamps his jaw on your shoulder.

"No fair," you whine, wriggling in vain, "you're only able to catch me because you're big."

"Very well." Zhongli morphs back into his human form with ease, the same amber gaze holding your own. "I shall tip the scales to make things fairer."

Now somewhat satisfied, you once again take off in the water, swimming as fast as you can. Your movements are sluggish from exhaustion, however, but surely your husband feels the same?

Much to your chagrin, though, it seems like Zhongli's change of form hinders absolutely nothing for him: he's hot on your tail, gaining on you with every expert stroke only a god can manage...and before you can raise the white flag of surrender, he hooks an arm under your thigh and pulls you toward himself.

"Caught you, pretty one," he whispers into your ear, his other arm wrapping around your bare waist, fingers splayed in an almost possessive fashion. "Even after the scales have been tipped." His lips ghost over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Zhongli notices this and, smiling, asks, "Shall I warm you up? You appear to be feeling rather cold, dearest."

"I - I'm good, thanks..." you murmur, heating up, gasping softly when he kisses your collarbone.

"All right." He lets you go, and you find yourself missing the contact immediately after it.

You wait until you feel like top form again, watching as Zhongli languidly floats along on the water. "One more time," you tell him, "try and catch me now before I reach the other side."

Kicking off from the bank, you rocket along in the water, arms and legs working in tandem to prove you can outswim your lover. But the lake doesn't stretch on forever, and before you can reach the other side, you chance a glance behind you.

There's nothing there. You stop, your brow furrowing. There's no sign of him. You peek underwater, too, and still nothing, just the blurry scene of aquatic plant-life.

"Zhongli?" you call when you resurface, wondering if he's already gotten out of the water. Aww, man...hopefully he saw how fast and cool you were before he-

A pair of arms lays claim on your hips, slowly spinning you around to face Zhongli whose smile crinkles his eyes, an innocent expression compared to the way his hands explore your skin.

"Oh...oh my..." you breathe, hooking your legs around his waist as his hand finds purchase in your hair, tugging it slightly so he can access your neck. "Was I...was I at least a fast swimmer..?"

He trails gentle kisses along your skin, rendered shiny and glistening thanks to the water. "Quite fast, yes. I was impressed." You moan softly at his tender touches, wrapping your arms around him. His tail is still out--did he ever even put it away?--and he coils it around your thigh, the little tuft of softness at the end caressing your leg sensually.

Toying with the elastic of your swimwear, he smiles into your skin. "Come now, dear, I would like to claim my prize."

[wosoloml]

— third date || alessia russo x reader

summary: after your third date with alessia things get heated and one things lead to the other

from this request

masterlist

wanrings: smut, alessia top, reader bottom, fingering, use of nicknames, oral, thats it kinda

smut but with fluff

wc: 2,464 words.

a/n: I hope my girlfriend isn’t reading this. If you do, you don’t. <3 I’ve been listening to too sweet by Hozier while writing this, so maybe it’s fun to listen to it while reading! enjoy !

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"This was an amazing movie choice, I have to admit," Alessia said, her smile growing as she glanced at me.

"Really?" I arched an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in my voice. "I thought you hated cheesy romcoms."

Alessia stepped closer, her hands resting gently on my waist. She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in, her voice a soft whisper. "How could I hate something so sweet when I’m experiencing it with the person who means the world to me?"

Her words made my heart flutter, but I fought to keep my composure. "God, Russo," I said with a smirk, "you should be writing those movies next time."

Something changed between us at the cinema—I could feel it.

It all began when I picked her up from her home. The way she greeted me—her smile, her tone—everything about today felt so much more intense.

From the not-so-innocent touches we exchanged at the cinema to the way her tongue slipped into my mouth when we kissed tonight, every moment carried a spark I couldn’t ignore.

And I have to admit—I liked it.

We’ve been on two other dates before today, and ever since the last time we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about taking the next step.

It won’t be our first time, but I’m still nervous. I mean, it’s the Alessia Russo. I’m sure she’s far more experienced than I am.

The way she linked her arm through mine pulled me back into reality. "Lost in your thoughts, darling?" she asked, and I felt exposed.

"I was just thinking about the movie," I tried to play it cool. "I really liked it."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing I might be holding something back. She gave my arm a gentle squeeze as we continued walking.

"The movie? That's it? Nothing else on your mind?" she teased, nudging me lightly with her shoulder.

"Nothing else," I smiled innocently in her direction.

I tried to change the subject by asking if I should drop her off at home, and of course, she agreed. The drive back to her apartment was relaxed… except for her hand on my thigh, and that damn thumb of hers, slowly circling higher the closer we got to her place. It was getting harder to focus on the road with a certain blonde teasing me like that.

As we approached her door, she suddenly grew quiet and looked deep into my eyes. I knew she wanted to say something, so I stayed silent. Her voice broke the intense silence between us.

"Thanks for driving me home," she said, her voice low and sultry. I was unable to find the right words, so I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. After a few seconds of processing what was happening, she kissed me back. And when I say she kissed me back, I mean she kissed me back. The way her hands cupped my face, her tongue pleading for me to let her in, and the fight for dominance made me weak in the knees. I knew she liked to be the dominant one in the relationship, but I never imagined I'd enjoy it this much.

She leaned back slightly, being the first to break the silence.

"Wow, if that’s how you react every time I thank you, I should do it more often," she smirked, her mischievous grin lighting up her face. I could feel my cheeks flush, and my smile shifted into a shy giggle.

"Maybe you want to come upstairs with me? I could show you my little cozy apartment. But only if you want to—it's totally fine if you don't." She trailed off, and I had to interrupt her before she started getting too wild.

"Lessi," I said, grabbing her hand. "I'd love to come upstairs with you."

I thought it was cute how she turned all shy, asking me to come into her private space after just kissing me like that. But that’s why I fell for her.

Little did I know that the part where she shows me her apartment would be the most irrelevant one.

As Alessia pulled you into her house and closed the door behind you, she pushed you up against the wall, her lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss. Her hands roamed over your body as she pressed herself closer to you. Her lips traced a path down your jawline, finding a sensitive spot on your neck that made you gasp lightly. She noticed your soft gasp but simply smirked at your neck as she continued.

Alessia's smirk widened as she kissed and nipped at your neck, noticing the effect it had on you. Her hands slowly moved down your body, unbuttoning your shirt and revealing more of your skin to her touch.

She locked eyes with you, seeking permission. You were too lost for words, so you simply nodded in her direction. But that wasn't enough for her. "Use your words, baby," were the only words that left her mouth, breathless.

A shiver ran down your spine as Alessia spoke, her breathless voice sending a wave of desire through you. You met her gaze, your own eyes filled with a mixture of arousal and eagerness.

"Yes," you managed to say, your own voice betraying your desperation. "Please, yes."

"Yes what my love? What do you want?"

As Alessia asked the question, her lips hovered just above your ear, her breath hot against your skin, her body still pressed against yours. You could feel her body heat, the way she trembled with her own desire.

"I want you," you said, your voice low and raspy. "I want you now."

Without saying a word, Alessia pulled you into her living room and guided you to the couch. Her hand remained linked with yours as she led you. The room was softly lit by a dim lamp, casting a warm, intimate glow. She gently pushed you down onto the plush cushions, straddling your lap as her gaze met yours. Her eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto you, her chest rising and falling with each heated breath.

"You're so gorgeous," she whispered, her fingertips tracing a path down your chest.

I'm too stunned by the fact that she's straddling my lap, so I just stare at her, my eyes filled with desire.

Alessia smiled at your reaction, enjoying the obvious effect she had on you. Her hips moved against yours, a slow and sensuous rhythm that drove you crazy. She brought her lips to your ear again, her voice a low murmur.

"I love seeing you like this," she said, her breath hot against your skin. "So flustered and undone already, and we've barely even started."

I gulped at her words, my throat tight with anticipation. "I need you so badly," I begged, desperate for her to touch me, to do whatever it took to relieve this overwhelming desire

Her own hunger and desire growing with every word. She leans closer, her lips grazing your earlobe, her voice a needy whisper.

"That's it," she murmurs, her hands roaming over your body. "Beg for me, baby. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me," I said, my voice betraying the shock I felt at my own words, yet driven by the undeniable need to finish what we'd started.

As the words left your mouth, a shiver ran through Alessia's body. She looked down at you, her eyes darkened with need.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she whispered, her hands sliding to the hem of your shirt. "I'm going to give you what you need, my love."

Alessia slowly pulled your shirt up and over your head, her fingers trailing along your bare skin. She took a moment to admire the sight of you beneath her, her eyes roving over your chest, taking in every inch of you.

She murmured, "God, you're so beautiful." Her hands roamed down your sides. "I can't get enough of you." I close my eyes and enjoy every second of her hands on my bare skin.

She leans down and kisses your collarbone, her lips moving lower, her tongue tracing a path along your skin.

She teases me by kissing my titts and putting her tongue around my nipple. I made a small noise when I felt her mouth on my breast. With her hand, she made sure to stimulate my other nipple. She knew exactly what she was doing and how much she turns me on.

My back involuntarily arching as her lips and tongue worked their magic.

"I love hearing you moan," she murmured. "It drives me crazy when you make those sounds. She made sure that everyone passing her apartment knew who is fucking you right now.

Alessia's hands move to your thigh as she begins to unbutton your jeans. her touch is slow and deliberate, a torturous tease that leaves you aching for more.

"I want to taste you," she says quietly, her voice full of hunger. She is slipping her finger into your pants as she notices how already wet you are. "That's all for me, sweetheart? I blushed at her comment, feeling embarrassed that she had aroused me so much before even touching me. "God, you're so hot."

You shivered as her fingers teased your entrance. She hesitated for a few seconds before inserting her finger. I grasped at the sudden contact between my folds, I love how her finger feels inside of me.

As you took her fingers into your mouth, Alessia's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She let out a ragged moan, the sight and feeling of you tasting her driving her wild.

As she leaned in to kiss you, her tongue slipped into your mouth, seeking out the taste of yourself on your lips. Alessia let out a low moan as she tasted you, hungry for more.

"You taste so sweet; I want you to come undone on my fingers."

Alessia's hand returned to your sensitive area, her fingers finding their way back. "You like that, baby?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "You want more?" I nodded at her. "Your words, baby."

"Yes. I want more. Please stretch me with your fingers Alessia" unable to focus on anything else than her touch on your skin.

"Mmm good girl," she said, her fingers sliding deeper into your folds. A moan escaped my lips. It feels so good to have her inside me.

Her fingers curled inside you, seeking out that sweet spot that would have you moaning. She added another figer to fully satisfy me after noticing my reaction.

"Oh my god, please, Alessia." She began pushing her fingers roughly inside me, instantly understanding what I wanted from her. My hands found her hair as I tried to pull her head to my breast. Her fingers moved harder and faster as she began to suck on my nipples. The cozy room was filled with the sounds of my low moans and her palm pushing against my wet, bare pussy.

She knows exactly how to make you feel good, her lips finding their way back to your neck as she speaks. "You're so close, aren't you, baby.""Please" was the only word that left my mouth. "Please what, darling?" "Please let me cum."Her eyes darkened with desire, clearly enjoying how desperate you were for release.

She knew you were close by the way your folds were clenching around her fingers. "That's it, baby. You're such a good girl. Come for  me.  That's everything you needed to come undone on her fingers. She felt so amazing inside of you. Her fingers continued her movements to help you ride out your orgasm. She watches your face as you finish, her eyes dark with passion. A satisfied smile spreads over her face as she pulls her fingers out. She lifts them to her mouth, tasting you once again.

"You're so damn sweet," she muttered, clearly enjoying your taste. "I could do that all night."

"Now it's my turn.". 

[asiantransformations]

Coach's Big Break

"Liking this, Josh?" Coach's voice echoed smugly in my head. My body moved without my consent as he turned my head from the socks on my feet up to my face reflected in the mirror. That smirk-the one I'd always seen on his weathered face-now stretched across my own lips. It felt eerie, like a predator testing its new disguise.

Give me my body back, Coach.

He ignored me, his voice full of authority as he commanded, "You've got a week off from work. Give me a break, will you?" His words oozed with self-entitlement. "I've been stuck in my own body for over 50 years. Day in and day out, staring at the same gray face in the mirror. Don't I deserve to feel young for once? Just for this break?"

He tilted my head, examining my sneakers, then let his gaze trail up to my thighs. My thighs. His appreciation of them made me shudder internally.

You know this isn't right. Get out of my body.

"Quiet, much?" he quipped with a smirk that twisted my features into an expression that didn't feel like mine anymore. "Guess I can't blame you. If I suddenly woke up with a body like this, I'd be speechless, too. Let alone your coach being the one inside it." His words dripped with cockiness. His hands moved to my chest, slapping my pecs with audible force, then pushing them forward. The smirk grew wider. "Solid. Damn solid."

That's my body, I growled in the recesses of my mind. Those are my muscles. Stop!

Coach cut me off by flexing my chest again, watching the muscle ripple in the mirror. "Let's see how hard this body works," he said with confidence that wasn't mine. "I'm gonna give it the best workout of its life."

My biceps bulged as he flexed them, the veins standing out like rivers on a map.

He twisted my torso side to side, admiring how the muscles moved and stretched. Then he leaned forward, putting his hands on my thighs. "Damn," he muttered to himself, feeling the strength in every inch. "You've got power in these legs, Henry. I've been wasting away in a tired, old body while you've been walking around with this gift. It's about time someone really put it to use."

You don't have the right, I snapped in my mind. My frustration built, but I couldn't move a finger. I could only watch helplessly as he stretched my arms over my head, the muscles rippling as he admired them in the mirror.

"You should be thanking me," he said, grinning. "I'm gonna make sure this body is in the best shape it's ever been. And who knows-maybe when I'm done, you'll appreciate what you've got. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the ride. I know I will."

He slapped my abs with a resounding thud, chuckling as he did. My rage boiled beneath the surface, but it was no use. He was in complete control, and I was just a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch as he lived out his twisted fantasy of youth and strength.

I screamed internally, my voice echoing in the silence of my mind. This isn't over, Coach. Not by a long shot.

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The gym smelled of rubber and sweat, a sharp tang that felt all too familiar. But for the first time, I wasn't here to push my limits. I was here to watch-helpless -as Coach worked my body harder than I ever had.

Coach walked to the bench press, my footsteps heavy and purposeful. "Let's see what this body can really do," he muttered, grinning as he racked the barbell with weights. He didn't warm up -my muscles just didn't need it, apparently. Lying back on the bench, he gripped the bar and hoisted it, my chest muscles contracting and releasing like well-oiled machinery.

You're going to hurt me, I snapped internally, watching as the barbell rose and fell, each rep controlled and deliberate.

"Hurt you? This body's a machine," he responded, out loud this time. A smug chuckle escaped my lips. "You've got more in you than you've ever used, Josh. It's pathetic, really. All this potential, and you've barely tapped into it."

He increased the weight, my arms straining but managing the load. The sweat dripped down my forehead, but he seemed to relish it. The burn in my muscles that would normally have me tapping out only seemed to drive him further. "This... this is what it feels like to be young again," he muttered, more to himself.

You're going too far. This isn't your body to push.

But he didn't listen. He moved on to squats, my thighs trembling under the weight of the barbell as he pushed deeper and deeper into each rep. "These legs are beasts," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You've been holding back, Josh. I'll show you what they can really do."

The session stretched on, each set leaving me more exhausted. Yet, he didn't stop. The treadmill was next, the pounding of my feet against the belt rhythmic and relentless. My lungs burned, my chest heaving, but he grinned at the reflection of my flushed face in the mirror. "This body's a work of art," he said, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of his hand. Within seconds, my stamina replenished and my breath caught up- something only a super fit athlete could do apparently.

After what felt like hours, Coach finally ended the workout. My muscles ached, and I could feel the fatigue setting in. But he wasn't done.

The locker room was quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as he stripped my shirt off, tossing it onto the bench. He stood in front of the mirror, running his hands over my chest and abs, the droplets of sweat catching the light. "Look at this," he said, flexing my biceps again. "You don't even appreciate what you've got, Josh. It's a waste on you."

Stop. Just... stop violating my body. It's just wrong and you know it.

Ignoring me, he stepped into the shower, the water cascading over my body. It felt strange to be this detached-to feel the warmth of the water but have no control over it. He tilted my head back, letting the stream wash away the sweat and grime from the workout. His hands roamed over my chest, my arms, lingering longer than they should.

"You don't take the time to admire this, do you?" he said, smirking again. "Well, I do."

The warm water pounded against my skin as Coach began to run his hands lower, over my abs, and down to my stiffening cock. I recoiled internally, shouting protests, but it was useless. "Relax, Josh" he said, his tone mocking. "You're just along for the ride. And trust me, I'm going to enjoy every second of it." he exclaimed as he gave it a few tugs and squeezes trying to clean all the sweat and grime while distracting me with awkward flashes of pleasure.

The rest of the evening blurred into a haze of routine violations. He ate, lounged, and later took my body through its nightly ritual-something I did in private, something personal. But for him, it was just another way to revel in control.

As I screamed within my mind, a dark thought crossed me: he wasn't going to stop.

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The day wound down, but I felt anything but relaxed. My body ached from the relentless workout Coach had put it through, and I wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep. But Coach had other plans.

As he stood in front of the mirror in my room, shirtless, the dim light reflected off the sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin. He traced his fingers along my collarbone, then down to my chest, his touch deliberate and exploratory. My pecs flexed instinctively under his fingertips, and he smirked at the reaction.

"Look at this," he muttered, tilting my head to get a better angle of my reflection. "Perfect symmetry. Strength. Power.... and you've been wasting this. You don't even know how to enjoy it. Josh, you've got no idea how lucky you are," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. "This body... it's perfect. Every muscle, every line. It's a privilege to feel this alive again."

It's not yours to feel. I seethed, though the anger in my voice felt weak compared to the exhaustion clawing at me.

Coach ignored me, of course. He moved to the bed and lay down, stretching out my arms and legs. My skin tingled as he ran his hands over my thighs, testing the firmness of the muscles he'd pushed to their limits earlier. A low sigh escaped my lips-his sigh, my body's involuntary response to the sensation.

Shut up, I growled, though I couldn't deny the truth. I felt everything he did, every brush of skin, every jolt of pleasure that coursed through my body.

His hands drifted lower, over the waistband of my shorts. "Relax, Josh," he said, his voice a mix of teasing and command. "This is part of taking care of the body, isn't it? You do it every night. I'm just... carrying on the routine."

He ran his hands down my chest, his palms brushing over my nipples, pausing there for a moment. A shiver ran through my body, and he chuckled softly. "Sensitive, huh? I didn't realize how in horny your body was." His hands continued downward, over my abs, fingers gliding along the ridges of muscle.

The sensations were maddening. Every touch was amplified, a strange mix of his enjoyment and my own body's natural responses. My frustration only deepened as he reached the waistband of my shorts.

"This is all part of the nightly routine, isn't it?" he said, his voice almost casual. "Don't act like you don't do this yourself, Henry. I'm just... taking over for tonight."

I wanted to scream, to fight back, but there was nothing I could do as he slipped my shorts down, exposing more of my body.

The cool air against my skin was a sharp contrast to the warmth that spread through me as he touched areas I usually kept private. His hands were firm yet deliberate, exploring the contours of my body with a sense of ownership that made my stomach twist.

The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending a wave of pleasure that I couldn't block out. My body reacted as it always did, responding to the stimulation despite my internal protests. Coach's breathing deepened, and I felt the warmth of his enjoyment mirrored in my own sensations.

"See, Josh?" he said, his voice low and satisfied. "It's not so bad, is it? Sharing this moment. Feeling this together."

This isn't right, I whispered in my mind, though even I could hear the weakness in my protest. The lines between my anger and his pleasure blurred as I was forced to experience everything through his perspective.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every sensation. The pleasure built steadily, a growing intensity that neither of us could ignore. My body trembled as he pushed it to its peak, and I could feel his satisfaction intertwining with mine, like two minds caught in the same wave of euphoria.

Don't-I started, but my protest was cut short as he slid my shorts down.

The cool air hit my thighs first, then higher, and I felt exposed in a way I never had before. He took more of a moment to admire my body, running his hands over my thighs, testing the firmness of the muscle he'd worked so hard earlier in the day.

"Strong legs," he murmured. "I knew they'd feel like this. All that power, right here." His hands moved upward, tracing the curve of my hips. The touch was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of skin.

My body reacted against my will, heat spreading through me as his hands drifted lower. The sensations were undeniable, and I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with a tension I couldn't control.

"See, Henry?" he said, his voice quiet but filled with amusement. "Your body knows what it likes. You're feeling it too, aren't you? Don't bother denying it."

This isn't right! Please stop! I'm begging you. I shouted in my mind, but the words felt hollow, drowned out by the rising tide of sensation.

He took his time, exploring every part of my body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. His hands moved over my groin, firm but slow, and I could feel the pleasure building, impossible to ignore. The warmth of his touch, the rhythmic motion-it was overwhelming. My breath quickened, and so did his, our shared connection amplifying everything.

"You feel that, Henry?" he asked, his tone almost intimate now. "That's what it means to live in this body. To enjoy it, to push it to its limits. This isn't just about control-it's about experiencing everything this body has to offer."

The pleasure surged, building to an intensity that left me breathless. I hated how powerless I was, how my own body responded so willingly to his touch. When it finally peaked, the release was both a relief and a torment, the shared sensations leaving us both momentarily stunned.

When it was over, he lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. "That," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction, "was incredible. I haven't felt anything like that in decades. Thank you, Josh. Really."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. My mind was undergoing a strange, reluctant understanding of why he was so unwilling to let this go. The sensations lingered, haunting me as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions of shame, anger, and a grudging insight of why he was so drawn to my youth and strength.

As he drifted off to sleep, still in control, I lay awake, trapped in the confines of my own mind. The sensations lingered, haunting me as I wrestled with the conflicting emotions of shame, anger, and a grudging understanding of why he was so drawn to my youth and strength.

Days blurred together as Coach continued his routine of dominance over my body. Each morning, he'd push it harder than the day before-grueling workouts, shameless self-admiration, and nightly rituals that left me feeling more powerless and detached. The sensations were overwhelming, and the more he indulged, the more I felt a strange, creeping sensation that something was slipping away.

By the fourth night, as he stood shirtless in front of the mirror yet again, I could feel it. My connection to my own body felt weaker, as if my presence was fading into the background.

"You've been awfully quiet, Josh," Coach said, smirking as he flexed my biceps in the mirror. "Starting to accept it, aren't you? I can feel it. You're not fighting me as hard anymore."

I'm just... tired, I muttered weakly, though even I could hear the resignation in my voice.

Coach's smirk widened. "Tired? Or are you realizing how good it feels to let go? To let me take the reins? Face it, Josh- this body is thriving under my control. I'm making it better, stronger. You're just holding it back."

He ran his hands over my chest, his fingers tracing the curves of my pecs before sliding down to my abs. The sensation was electric, amplified by the strange connection we now shared. I could feel his pleasure intertwining with my own, and it was getting harder to tell where his feelings ended and mine began.

"This is what you've been missing," he said, his voice lower now, almost soothing. "You've been wasting this body, but I'm showing you what it's truly capable of."

That night, he didn't just stop at exploring the physical sensations. He pushed further, testing the limits of what my body-and my mind-could endure.

His touch was deliberate, almost hypnotic, as he guided my fingers along my body into a state of pleasure so intense it felt like I was dissolving into it. Unknown areas of my body was being discovered with a sense of curiosity. Coach tried everything until he found the perfect spot in me.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his breath heavy. "That's pure ecstasy, Josh. That's what it means to own this body."

It's still mine, I tried to protest, but the words felt hollow. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that drowned out my resistance.

Every nerve in my body seemed to light up, responding to his every touch, his every command.

And that's when I felt it-the shift.

Somewhere deep inside, something cracked, like a tether snapping. It was subtle at first, a faint pull that grew stronger with every passing moment. Coach's presence wasn't just occupying my body anymore. It was rooting itself into it, intertwining with every fiber of my being.

"What's this?" he said, pausing for a moment as if sensing it too. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face-his grin. "Oh, Josh... you're slipping, aren't you? I can feel it. You're letting me in. You're giving up."

No, I whispered, but it was barely audible now. My voice was fading, weaker than ever.

He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. "Don't fight it, kid. It's inevitable. The more you submit, the more this body becomes mine. And let's be honest-you're enjoying this, aren't you? You're starting to see that I'm the one who truly belongs here."

The pleasure surged again, more intense than ever, and I felt my grip on my own body slipping further. My thoughts grew hazy, like I was sinking into a deep, warm pool. His emotions, his sensations -they were becoming mine. Or maybe it was the other way around. I couldn't tell anymore.

By the time the ritual ended that night, I was barely a whisper in my own mind. Coach posed in the mirror, my chest heaving as he caught his breath, a satisfied grin still plastered across my face.

"This is it," he said, his voice dripping with triumph. "This is where I belong. And deep down, you know it too. You're not fighting anymore, Josh. You're accepting it."

As I drifted into a dreamlike state, I could feel him solidifying his hold, like roots digging deeper into the soil. My consciousness felt like it was being absorbed into his, merging until there was almost nothing left of me.

The last thought I had before I faded completely was a terrifying realization:

Coach wasn't going to leave. Not ever.

[riinniies]

RIN ITOSHI X FEM! READER

Plot : Soulmate AU, Red string of fate.

Fluff! This is PART TWOOO!! I've done my assignment hours ago (like 4 hours ago), btw, idk why i'd like to skip things.. hehe, Tsundere! Rin, Calm reader, Strangers to friends and then to loverrr <333!!

Words count : 2717

PART ONEE ! !

BONUS CHAPP ! !

My writings

Hope you like itt!!

After the awkward but honest conversation, Rin finally gave in. Bachira, who had kept teasing and almost forcing him, made Rin feel like there was no other option but to surrender. "I’ll send the message, right?" Rin said in a flat tone, trying not to show the awkwardness taking over him.

You just nodded, letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, sure."

Bachira, now standing next to Rin, flashed a wide smile. "What are you waiting for, Rin? You don’t even need to wait. Just send the message now!"

Rin shot Bachira a sharp look before reluctantly pulling out his phone. "This is just a formality," he said, though his fingers were already typing your number.

You received the message, and instantly, that strange feeling filled your chest again. There was an unexplainable tension—an emotion that blended hope and fear.

"I’ve sent a message," Rin said, his voice softer than before, though still uncertain. "Don’t contact me too often."

You gave a small smile. "Of course,"

After that, you and Rin exchanged goodbyes. You walked back toward your father and family, while Rin and Bachira continued their carefree conversation by the beach.

You felt a bit relieved, though your heart was still adrift with emotions you couldn’t quite explain. That thread, which once felt so heavy, now seemed like a thread leading toward an uncertain direction.

••••

Your family was sitting at the dining table, seemingly ready to head to the beach. Your father greeted you with a wide smile. "Did you rest well? Don’t forget to enjoy your time, okay?"

You nodded, offering a faint smile, trying to hide your mixed emotions. "Of course, Dad. I feel better."

However, inside, something still troubled you. What should you do now? Fully accept fate? Or should you pull back and forget everything?

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you immediately checked the sender—Rin.

Rin: "Maybe we can talk more later. But I really don’t know how this will turn out. Just… don’t expect too much."

You stared at the message, feeling a mix of emotions that were hard to describe. Even though Rin said that, there were things that couldn’t be denied. There was a pull, a connection, and it would remain between you two, even if there were no guarantees.

With slightly trembling hands, you replied:

You: "I’ll be patient, Rin. I don’t expect much, but I want to get to know you better."

You looked at the phone screen for a moment before slipping it back into your pocket. It felt strange, but also relieving. Perhaps this was a slow start, but it was the first step in this unexpected journey.

••••

Rin sat on the sand, still thinking about the message he had just sent. Bachira sat beside him, seemingly enjoying the relaxed beach atmosphere.

"So, how’s it going?"

Bachira asked with a big smile.

Rin stared at the sea, slightly annoyed by Bachira’s question.

"I don’t know. I just don’t want things to get more complicated."

Bachira chuckled. "Hah, you’re hard to read. But don’t worry, Rin. If she’s your soulmate, you can’t run from her. Try to be more open."

Rin shot Bachira a half-pessimistic glance. "I’m not the type to open up to strangers."

Bachira shrugged. "We’ll see. I’m sure, even if you’re not ready, you’ll find a way to accept this."

Rin fell silent, staring far out at the sea, his mind swirling. What was he supposed to do with this sudden fate?

• A Week Later

Over the past week, your communication with Rin still felt awkward. The messages exchanged were often short and to the point, more like formalities than casual chats. Still, you felt a little progress. At least Rin wasn’t completely closing himself off.

One morning, while enjoying some time alone at a café near your house, your phone vibrated. A message from Rin appeared.

Rin: "Do you often draw in the park?"

You smiled a little, surprised that he was actually showing some interest. Quickly, you typed a response.

You: "Yeah, the park is my favorite place. Sometimes I draw, sometimes I just sit and enjoy the atmosphere. Why?"

A few minutes later, his reply came.

Rin: "It’s nothing. I was just trying to imagine it."

That short message left you momentarily speechless. Rin may not have said it clearly, but you knew he was trying to get to know you better, even if his approach was still a bit stiff.

• 3 Months Later

Your relationship with Rin had slowly progressed. You started talking more often, though most of your conversations were still through messages. Rin, who was usually cold and distant, had begun to show another side of himself—a softer side, even though he still tried to hide it behind his short words and formal demeanor.

One night, after an important match, Rin sent an unexpected message.

Rin: "I’ll be in your town for a match next week. If you're not busy, come watch."

That message made you pause for a moment. It was the first time he invited you to meet again after the encounter at the beach. Cautiously, you typed your reply.

You: "Of course. I’ll be there. Thanks for inviting me."

You then went to bed with mixed feelings—nervous yet excited. As you were about to go to sleep, you felt your phone vibrate again, you raised your eyebrows and then smiled a little when you read the incoming message.

Rin : "i'm not inviting you."

Somehow, you felt funny to read his chat.

••••

The stadium was packed with fans. The electric atmosphere made you even more nervous, but you tried to enjoy the moment. After getting settled in your seat, you looked toward the field. When Rin appeared with his team, your heart raced.

He seemed focused, every move reflecting dedication and incredible skill. Throughout the match, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He truly dominated the game, and you felt proud for reasons you couldn’t explain.

When the match ended, and Rin’s team won, you received a message from him.

Rin: "I have some time. Wait outside the stadium."

You waited where he mentioned, feeling nervous but also excited. When Rin finally appeared, still in his uniform, you found it hard to stop yourself from smiling.

Rin: "You came," he said, his voice sounding more relaxed than usual.

You: "Of course. I wanted to see you play."

He nodded, looking at you for a moment before glancing away. "What did you think?"

You: "You were amazing. I can see how hard you work."

Rin seemed a little surprised by your compliment, but he just nodded quietly. "Thanks," he muttered.

Your conversation was simple, but there was something different this time. It felt like the distance between you was slowly shrinking, little by little.

• Months Later

Your relationship had continued to grow. Even though Rin was still stiff, he had started opening up in his own way. He often messaged first, though the messages were usually short or consisted of pictures of places he visited during his matches.

One day, he sent a photo of a green field with a beautiful blue sky.

Rin: "This is where I trained today. It reminds me of the park where you draw."

You smiled and quickly typed a response.

You: "Thanks for thinking of me. I’m drawing right now, in the park."

Not long after, Rin sent another message.

Rin: "I'm not thinking of you, i'm thinking of the park. And.. If you have time, show me your drawing. I want to see it."

You were surprised, but also happy. Rin had never shown interest in your hobby before. Carefully, you took a picture of your drawing and sent it to him.

Rin: "..It’s good. I didn’t know you were this good."

You chuckled a little reading his message, feeling your bond with him grow warmer.

• A Year Later

Your relationship had become much stronger. You talked more frequently, both through messages and phone calls. Rin had even started sharing more about his dreams and the challenges he faced as an athlete.

One night, while you were talking on the phone, Rin suddenly said:

Rin: "I know I’m not an easy person. And I don’t know if I’m a good soulmate. But… I want to try."

You paused, feeling warmth fill your chest.

You: "Me too, Rin. We have plenty of time to learn together, right?"

That night, you felt like your relationship had finally reached a new stage. The thread that had connected you no longer felt like a burden, but a promise that you would keep moving forward together, no matter what happened.

• A Month After the Phone Conversation

Rin had slowly started to show his true personality, well, he shows it before. But now, he shows it more often. Even though he still often appeared cold, there were moments when his tsundere nature would surface, especially when he felt embarrassed or didn’t know how to express himself.

One day, after sending a message about your latest drawing, you decided to tease Rin a little.

You: "I drew something today. Guess who inspired it?"

His response came quickly.

Rin: "It’s not me, right? Don’t do anything weird."

You chuckled as you read his message and quickly sent a photo of your drawing—a simple sketch of him on the field.

You: "Actually, it’s you. Sorry if it doesn’t look like you."

A few minutes passed without a reply. You almost thought he didn’t like it, but eventually, your phone vibrated.

Rin: "...It’s okay. But don’t draw me too often. You have other things to do, right?"

You knew this was his way of hiding his embarrassment, so you just smiled and typed a reply.

You: "I just wanted to draw something that inspired me. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again."

Rin: "I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just... don’t show it to others."

You just smiled a little when you read the message, he's so cute—wait what?

••••

A few weeks later, Rin came to your town again for another match. This time, he made a request that surprised you.

Rin : "I have a few hours before practice. If you’re not busy, meet me at the café near the stadium,"

Without hesitation, you agreed. When you arrived at the café, Rin was already sitting in a corner with a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked a little nervous, though he tried to hide it.

"You’re fast," he said without looking directly at you.

"You invited me, so I didn’t want to keep you waiting," you replied with a smile.

He huffed softly, sipping his coffee before speaking again. "I just don’t want Bachira to know about this. He’d tease me relentlessly."

You chuckled softly, imagining Bachira’s reaction if he found out about this meeting. "Why are you scared of Bachira? Don’t you always put on a cold face in front of him?"

Rin shrugged, his eyes finally meeting yours. "He’s too loud. And I don’t like complicated things."

You chatted for a while, light conversation, but there was a moment when he suddenly said awkwardly:

"You don’t have to think too much about this. I just... I think we need to meet more often. But not because I want to. It’s just that—" he pointed at his pinky finger, which was connected to the red thread—"this makes me curious."

You smiled slightly, feeling he was trying to hide his true intentions. "Of course. I understand. After all, it’s not because you care, right?" you teased.

Rin immediately looked away, his face slightly flushed. "Don’t get too confident."

• 6 Months Later

Rin’s tsundere side became more evident as your relationship grew closer. Although he often denied his feelings, his actions often spoke louder.

One day, when you were having a bad day, Rin suddenly called you.

"You sounded strange in your last message. What’s wrong?" he asked bluntly.

You tried to reassure him that you were fine, but he didn’t easily believe you.

"Don’t lie. If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force you. But if you keep acting like this, I’ll come over right now," he said firmly.

You knew he was serious, so you finally opened up about what was bothering you. After listening patiently, he said :

"You don’t have to bear everything alone. If you need help, just say it. Doesn’t mean I care or anything, but... that’s what soulmates are supposed to do, right?"

Although his words sounded cold, you knew he cared in his own way. And that was enough to make you feel better. When you were about to answer his question, you heard the sound of the call being disconnected. You smiled, he was really cute.

••••

Rin wasn’t as stiff anymore, though his tsundere nature remained. He had started getting used to your relationship, though occasionally, he still felt awkward.

When you met again to celebrate your birthday, he brought a small gift—something you never expected.

"This is just... a small thing. Don’t think I spent too much time on it," he said as he handed you a small box containing high-quality colored pencils.

You smiled widely, feeling touched. "Thank you, Rin. I really like it."

He looked away, his face a little flushed. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t talk too much about it. I just thought you might need them to draw better."

You both laughed together, and for the first time, Rin didn’t try to deny the small smile on his face. Even though he still struggled to express his feelings, you knew that he cared for you in his own way—and that was more than enough.

••••

Time had passed, and your relationship with Rin had gone through many phases. From awkwardness and confusion to moments where you both understood each other without needing many words. Rin, although still not adept at showing his emotions directly, had grown into someone who was never hesitant to be by your side when you needed him.

Rin's career in football had been shining brighter than ever. He often moved from country to country for matches and training, but you both maintained your communication. Despite the physical distance, there was always a sense of calm whenever you looked at the red thread on your pinky finger.

One day, Rin sent a message that felt different from the usual.

Rin: "I have some free time next week. There’s something I want to talk about. Meet me at the place where we first met."

Your heart fluttered as you read his message. Although he didn’t explain more, you knew this wasn’t just a regular meeting.

When the day arrived, you went to the beach where you first met. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the sand, making the scene look almost like a painting. In the distance, you saw Rin standing with his hands in his pockets.

"You’re right on time," he said, turning to face you.

"Of course. I knew this was important," you replied with a smile.

He nodded slowly, gazing at the sea for a moment before finally speaking. "I often think... about how my life changed since I met you."

His words made you pause. He rarely spoke like this, and you knew that every word he said carried weight.

"At first, I hated it. I thought this thread would only be an obstacle. But... I was wrong. Because every time I look at this thread, I feel at peace. I feel like there’s someone in this world who always understands me, even when I don’t understand myself."

He paused, taking a deep breath before looking at you again.

"You’ve changed so much in my life. And I want to keep walking forward with you. I don’t know if I can be the perfect person for you, but I’ll try... if you want."

You smiled softly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. "Rin... I never needed perfection. I just need you."

He smiled faintly—a smile that only appeared in certain moments. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go."

••••

• Bonus

A few years later, your lives were filled with simple happiness. Rin remained focused on his career, while you continued your journey as an artist. Every time he returned from a match, you always made time to be together, whether it was strolling in the park or simply chatting at home over a warm cup of tea.

The red thread on your fingers remained, a reminder that this relationship was something fate had chosen for you both. Although it had been difficult and full of challenges in the beginning, you had proven that love wasn’t about perfection—it was about the effort to understand and support each other.

And with every step you took together, you knew that fate had never been wrong in bringing together two hearts that were meant to be.

THE END ! !

|| ugh, why is it so cheesy.. dammit😭😭 I'm actually making a bonus chapter, where Rin and (name) are married<333

THANKS FOR READING!! <333

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hny (flatmate!matty x reader fluff)

missed him a lot, here's a teeny baby fic about the first new year's eve as a couple. enjoy <3

"we're putting the hootenanny on for the countdown, yeah?"

matty looks up from his conversation with george's girlfriend, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the disdain on both of their faces. "what kind of a fucking question is that, hann? of course we are. we're not animals."

adam stares him down, swigging from the glass of... whatever that is in his hand. "you wouldn't let us put it on last time you hosted new year's eve..."

"yeah, well, that was a while ago."

"... because it would make you seem cringe in front of," the guitarist nods at you, collapsing into giggles when he takes you in properly. "her."

"shut up, hann," matty rubs his temples, a telltale sign of exasperation; his eyes flick to you, the slight panic tinting them obvious even in your tipsy state. "ignore him, sweetheart, he's drunk."

your gaze shifts to your friend beside him, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter. "but he's right, isn't he?"

"well," she pats matty on the arm sympathetically, but her pretty face lifts into a smirk. "yeah, he is. your boyfriend here didn't want anything making him seem uncool to you," grinning, she leans in and tugs matty's cheeks, shouting over his protests. "he looooooooooooved you."

"i miss when you were halfway across europe," matty grumbles, swatting her away.

"no you don't."

"in this instant, i do."

"love you too, bff. mwah!" she messily kisses matty's cheek - he's quick to hide it, but you don't miss his smile at the sweet gesture - before teetering over to you, fawn-like as a result of drunkenness and high heels, and planting a sloppy kiss on your nose. "love you even more, though. missed you a lot."

you wrap your arms around her, tears pricking at your eyes. christ, maybe you should slow down on the drinks. "love you so much. you're never allowed to leave me ever again."

"as if i'd do that. we're gonna have a double wedding like in barbie princess and the pauper and everything."

matty cuts in. "do george and i get a say in this, or... ?"

you and your friend both turn to look at him, still clutching each other like life rafts - you shake your head, and she scoffs. "absolutely not. speaking of george, though," she kisses your nose again, stumbling as she lets go of you. "m'gonna find him. and then i'm gonna put the hootenanny on the telly. and then i'm gonna sort champagne for the bells. come on, adam, you can help me."

"love you, darling!" you call after her as she wobbles her way out of the room, dragging an equally wobbly adam behind her. alone with your boyfriend, you slide off your windowsill perch and make your way onto his lap. "you're alright too, i s'pose."

"cheeky," matty pinches your thigh, kissing away the little yelp you let out in response - you deepen it, slipping your tongue into his mouth with a moan, and he smiles against your lips before pulling away. "jesus, save some for the bells, babe."

you pout, tangling your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck. "you're turning down kisses?"

"just delaying them, darling," matty coos. his hands trail up and down the sides of your body, across the skintight red dress you strategically picked for tonight's celebrations; his eyes follow the trail, desire in them as clear as day. "you're making it really fucking difficult in this outfit, though, i must say."

"give in, then!"

matty smiles, shaking his head. "five more minutes, baby. five minutes, and the first thing i'll be doing in the new year is snogging the face off you - which, if you ask me, is the ideal way to kick off 2015. to do that, though, i need to conserve my energy," he leans forward, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and you can't help smiling. "will you let me do that, sweetheart?"

you sigh. "this better be the best kiss of all time, healy."

"trust me, babe, it will be," matty kisses softly up your neck to whisper in your ear. "and after the kiss, i'm gonna kick everybody out, and take that dress of yours off with my teeth. deal?"

"deal."

[0dde11eth]

Joey batey's birthday today so I thought I'd do a birthday story.

One year a few days before jaskiers birthday they get hired to hunt a Griffin. It seems to be a straightforward contract: find the nest. Kill the Griffin, return back into civilization in time for jaskier to party his still-hasnt-aged-a-day ass off at his birthday celebrations

Unfortunately, this hunt goes wrong. (don't they always?).

First of all, it's not a Griffin they are hunting down, it turns out to be a pair. Second, the nest is impossible to find, even with Geralt’s tracking skills.

The days pass quickly, and jaskiers' birthday approaches rapidly. Geralt offers to bring jaskier back to the city so he can still celebrate while Geralt continues the hunt. Jaskier refuses to leave geralts' side, and they continue to search.

On the day of his birthday they find the nest and Geralt completes the contract, unfortunately it's late in the day and they have no chance to make it back to the city in time.

Jaskiers quiet that evening as they set up camp. He's also quiet over dinner. It is driving Geralt crazy. He feels as though he ruined jaskiers birthday, if he was a better witcher, he would have found the nest sooner and jaskier would be able to get the celebration he deserves, surrounded by his adoring fans. Instead, he's in the middle of a forest with a grumpy witcher, no alcohol, no guests, no presents, not even a cake!

Geralt pauses... he does still have that honey cake hidden in his bag.. it's probably stale and squished, but it'll be a sweet treat. Maybe if Geralt gives it to jaskier, it'll make the bard happy? And he'll start talking and singing again? It's worth a try.

Geralt retrieves the little cake from his bag and sits next to jaskier, "Here, i know it's not nearly as grand as you deserve, but i wanted you to have something sweet for your special day."

Jaskiers face lights up, "oh thank you dear witcher! I was just thinking about the bakery in oxenfurt and all the treats we need to sample next time we are out that way!"

Geralt isn't finished, he casts igni, just a small flame on the tip of his finger. "Here, blow it out and make a wish."

Jaskier laughs in delight. He closes his eyes, wiggles his nose and crosses his fingers on both hands and blows out the 'candle'.

They split the cake, enjoying the slightly stale dessert, and licking their fingers after to catch any lingering taste.

Geralt bumps jaskier with his shoulder, "what did you wish for?"

Jaskier rests his head on geralts shoulder, "can't say, or it won't come true"

Geralt hums softly. "Happy birthday Jask"

(Jaskier wished that they'll always be together, and have more days just like this one)

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may i ask for arranged marriage ceo lewis and model georgie pretty pls? <333

This one is so delicious to play with, thank you for the ask! To you and couple of anons who also asked for arranged marriage au (1599 words)

Lewis exhaled with the weight of his latest sleepless nights, rocking back against the solidity of the back of the chair in Sebastian's office. He hadn't taken a shred of relief from the fact that, on the advice of his assistant, he'd let other people's ears take the burden of his troubles.

“So this Rosberg situation isn't improving in any way?” Sebastian frowned, drifting his gaze over the man's inherent creases of imperfection on the silk shirt beneath. Not at all like Lewis.

“He's so intent on nibbling off as big a piece of the cake as humanly possible, that's all the lawyers have come up with. This farce, I don't know, sounds like madness, but the only legal way to stop his expansion is just this.”

“Marriage,” raising his eyebrows, Sebastian sighed. “With someone trustworthy and not mouthy to take over some of your assets, as well as property, real estate, cars-”

“Thanks,” Lewis rolls his eyes, tapping fingers on the armrest. “You're not helping matters by voicing all of that.”

“Your former business partner, co-owner of a stake in your magazine and part-time a man with little more than the prefix ‘ex’ to other roles in which I wouldn't imagine him anywhere near you, wants to strip you of the lion's share of your corporation,” he shrugs, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “One has to make sure.”

“And by marrying someone who can divest part of the ownership with me I can salvage the situation.”

“Well,” the blond man's broad palm circles the spacious office, the most obvious of all. “You happen to be in a place that's a little more than just a friendly company to you. A twin company, I'd say. Vesper House has partnered with Hamilton Inc. for as long as it's existed, our models are on the covers of your magazines, where else would you find a confidant? Trustworthy enough for people to believe - yes, it could be Mr. Hamilton's husband.”

Lewis lets out a breath through his nose with a gasp of eagerness, turning back to the glass wall revealing the entire busy floor hallway. Faces worth a million and bodies on bars of gold wander routinely in grace between offices, pick any one and a few people will choke on their dry Martinis at an Upper East Side party. Still, that wasn't all Lewis was looking for.

“Any of them with the wisdom to carry on someone else's legacy?” he squints, clinging his gaze to the passing figure of a long-legged model, immediately abandoning it as the very idea, rejecting the option. “Knowing he has no real right to any of this? Someone capable of playing a love story believably for all the world to see?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, there is one someone.”

Pushing his foot off the floor, Lewis swings his chair back toward the CEO's desk, arching an eyebrow in intrigue.

“Who?”

“He's a relatively new face. But oh, what a promising one. I believe you haven't met him before? I put him on Vogue Italia, GQ once, but not - Samantha, can you check if George is here? George Russell, Susie's boy, ask him to come to my office - yeah, not your magazine. Bright, doesn't talk out of his ass, very dignified at parties, the only one who'll be sober and cheerful for the rest of the event. And, well. Something, a good feeling about him, yeah. I guess in a case this delicate, it has to be.”

Maybe there was something Lewis wanted to say there, but a brief knock came at the door behind him and it opened with a quiet noise, letting in the sound of the bustle of halls for a bit.

“Mr. Vettel, you wanted to see me?”

A snippet of Sebastian's smile is what Lewis sees first before shifting his gaze and body to the side to look at the model. And prejudice be damned, his easy short walk from the entrance to the vacant chair in front of the desk in loose white slacks, a simple shirt buttoned up to the beginning of the rise of his collarbones up over tanned skin, the casualness of the welcoming smile that someone who must be George Russell turns to Lewis makes the man settle a pool in his own mouth. He waits until George looks at his boss again to swallow spit, not wanting to appear an idiot, and of all times now he's definitely not in a position to prioritize a pretty face above his immediate concerns.

“I believe you've never met before?” Sebastian readily points his hand toward the man so far unfamiliar to the model, but Lewis foils his attempt with his own outstretched palm for George, mastering a relaxed curve of his mouth in a smile for a first impression. Sebastian holds back a surprised noise at the bottom of his throat, not at all the way Lewis usually prefers introductions to come, waiting for his name to escape another man's mouth, no, he parts his lips himself, all too turned torso towards the model rather than the man on the other side of the desk.

“Lewis Hamilton,” he lets out softly, taking the pleasant weight of George's hand in his own. “Hamilton Inc.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” George chuckles, squeezing fingers subtly in their relaxed grip beneath each other's wrists. “Magazines, fashion houses, TV shows. Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamilton.”

“Pleasure is very much on my side. And Lewis, please.”

Sebastian rubs his forehead in surprise, deciding whether to interfere with the flow, but clears his throat nonetheless, and a sharp sound breaks the contact of their hands, still gently, with the proper slip of fingers over skin in a brief goodbye.

“I called you in to discuss a potential job. Not exactly your profile, if I may, but no pressure to choose, you know. You see, Mr. Hamilton-”

“Lewis,” the man corrects insistently, continuing to consider the intricate shades of blue, green, and gray in wide eyes.

“-needs a special favor. And his case is quite-”

“That was you on the April cover of Vogue, wasn't it?” Lewis curves his mouth in a wider smile, exposing a blinding row of teeth, and George reciprocates in the most natural way possible; if Lewis pulls his chair a little closer he's sure to capture the blossoming blush on his cheeks, the lines of dimples in his generously presented toothy smile.

“I was, indeed.”

“That Brioni you wore, was exceptional.”

George tilts his head curiously, some strands of his curls flopping up against his high forehead and he squints in pleasant surprise.

“The finest of Italian, isn't it?”

“And the Loro Piana knitted collection for the February issue, yes, now I remember the face.”

“I might be hurt that you once forgot it, but if you pop a guess at my favorite shoot of the year for the third time right, I can excuse the offense,” George throws a leg over his foot, the whole elegance of his body shifting in an axis closer to Lewis, and men are the weaker sex to resist something that represents a true, delicious beauty of the whole expansion of skin even when all he sees of it is a few inches of chest, wrists, and ankles. He's already into it, desperate to find out more.

“That's a high stake,” Lewis smiles, licking his lower lip in the most humble way available. “But maybe, ah, I'd bet on Dior Homme, but you're a much more intriguing bird. Ermenegildo Zegna, perhaps?”

A giggle pouring from flushed pink lips smoothly, effortlessly, George nods, leaving one hand wrapping around the waistband of his pants, relaxed on the curve of his hip.

“You're very much right.”

Sebastian has to clear his throat not so glibly, raising an eyebrow at Lewis, but throwing a businesslike smile at George, and the model switches in the most discreet way, setting his attention back to the man at the table, still not getting rid of the soft smile.

“Husband,” he blurts out with a rush, Lewis rolling his eyes, pinching himself on the bridge of his nose. Couldn't have done it more subtly. “Lewis needs a husband to protect his share of assets in what is essentially his company, and he's looking for someone trustworthy, able to carry himself around safely in public for what should be a very public and convincing affair.”

“Couldn't have laid it out better even coming out of Harvard, Sebastian,” Mr. Hamilton sighs, turning his head again to the model, pleased not to find instant rejection there. “It's not as bad as it sounds, really.”

“Being your husband, you mean?” George drawls teasingly, baring his snow-white smile while the man next to him chuckles, shaking his head.

“As a matter of fact.”

“A marriage of convenience,” the model quietly savors the intrigue on the tip of his tongue, tilting his head. “For the world to see. It's high melodrama.”

“But worth playing, I hope?”

“Whoa, hold your hats, first we need a very clear legal framework-”

“Do you find yourself free for tonight?” Lewis leans on the armrest with his elbow, dancing his fingers along the edge of his lips. Sebastian drops his hands tiredly into his lap.

“I don't have any plans for the night, do I, sir?” George glances across the table, and Sebastian shrugs, playing with the clicks of his pen.

“You're your own man.”

“Well,” the model returns his attention to Lewis, replicating the shrug easily and casually. “Then I'd very much like to hear the backstory, Lewis.”

[locsandletters]

ᯓ petals; l.colwill

──one shot

pairing ➜ bsf!levi x black!fem!reader

word count ➜ 1.4k

warnings/notes ➜ none

summary ➜ after you casually mention you've never gotten flowers before, levi makes it his mission to send a bouquet every day. he's a little extra like that.

it started out as a joke, really.

you were curled up on the couch, legs draped across levi’s lap, watching some cheesy romantic movie that he insisted he didn't like but somehow was way too invested in. you could see the way his brow furrowed slightly at the more dramatic scenes, how he'd sigh under his breath when the dialogue got too corny. but he didn't move. didn't suggest switching to something else. just sat there with you, his arm resting casually over your shins.

the movie was predictable, the kind where the girl gets swept off her feet by the guy who does all the grand gestures. serenades, dramatic confessions, and, of course, flowers. there's always flowers.

you weren't even really thinking when you said it. the words just slipped out, casual, almost absentminded. “i’ve never had anybody buy me flowers before."

levi had looked at you then, eyebrows raised. "what, ever?" he asked, as if the idea of someone never receiving flowers was absurd. which, to be fair, it probably was. but somehow, no one had ever thought to do it. not for you, anyway.

you shrugged, adjusting yourself on the couch. “i mean, it's not really a thing, is it? like, flowers are pretty, but they just die in a few days. seems kinda pointless."

he didn't say much in response, just nodded like he was thinking it over, and the conversation moved on. you didn't think about it again — at least not until the next morning.

you opened your front door, ready to step out for a coffee run, when you were greeted by a bouquet of lilies sitting on your doorstep. soft pinks and whites that were almost too pretty to touch, with a small card tucked into the stems. you picked it up, turning the envelope over in your hand before pulling out the card.

“you said you've never had flowers before. thought i'd fix that. - l"

you had smiled, shaking your head at his handwriting, a little messy, but undeniably his. you figured this was just levi being levi, being his usual thoughtful self, and so you set the flowers in a vase and went about your day. thinking maybe it was just a one-time thing.

it wasn't.

the next day, it happened again.

this time it was sunflowers. big, bold, unapologetically cheerful sunflowers that seemed to fill up the entire space when you opened the door. the same little card was attached, and you couldn't help but laugh at the message.

"they reminded me of you. bright and slightly dramatic. - l"

you rolled your eyes at the dramatic comment, though the grin on your face betrayed any mock annoyance you tried to muster. because, of course, levi couldn’t give a compliment without sneaking in a jab.

but it didnt stop there.

by wednesday, you were staring at the growing collection, wondering if this man had lost his damn mind. a new bouquet greeted you every morning without fail. roses, tulips, daisies—you name it, he sent it. your apartment was beginning to look like a florist's fever dream, and you were quickly running out of vases.

you'd tried texting him, something light and teasing, like, "okay, levi, you can stop now. i think the neighbours are starting to think i've won the flower lottery or some shit." but his reply was nothing but a string of white heart emojis and a "don't act like you're not loving it."

and the thing was—you were loving it. probably a little too much.

by thursday, your entire living room was flooded in soft pastel hues, the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air. there were daisies scattered on your coffee table, a bouquet of orchids taking up space on your kitchen island, and you were pretty sure you saw a single rose — deep red, classic — perched on your nightstand, courtesy of a sneaky delivery you hadn't even noticed.

and the cards? they kept getting more random, more ridiculously sweet.

"because you said you like blue and i think that means i need to buy every blue flower in existence. - l"

"my baby cousin helped me pick these ones. - l"

"no reason today, just thought of you. - l"

by friday, you had to call him.

"when i said i've never had anybody buy me flowers before, i didn't mean for you to turn my apartment into a flower shop," you said the moment he picked up, no greeting, just the disbelief in your voice carrying through the phone.

you could hear the smile in his voice. "what, too much?"

you walked through your living room, surveying the sea of petals that seemed to grow by the day. "levi, i literally don't have space to sit down anymore. i'm drowning in flowers."

"that's an exaggeration." he chuckled, and even through the phone, the sound of it made your chest warm. "again, dramatic."

"no," you deadpanned, moving aside an empty vase you had abandoned by the door. "i’m being very literal right now."

he didn't answer for a second, and you could almost picture the grin on his face, the way he always seemed so pleased with himself whenever he did something ridiculous like this. "well, you said no one ever bought you flowers. figured id make up for lost time."

"you really didn't need to go this hard, though," you said, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. "a single bouquet would've been fine."

"yeah, but where's the fun in that?" he asked. "besides, i wanted to see you smile."

and there it was. that thing he did. levi had a way of slipping under your skin, getting past your defenses before you even realised it. he could be so casual, so easygoing, and yet, he always found a way to say something that made you pause. made you feel.

because he wanted to make you smile. and that's what made it different. it wasn't about the flowers, or the grand gestures—it was the thought behind it. the way he listened, remembered, cared in these small, almost insignificant ways that added up until they felt overwhelming.

"you're ridiculous, you know that?" you said, voice softer now.

"i've been told," he replied, but his tone matched yours—there was something in the air between you two, something unspoken but undeniable. a shift.

the line went quiet for a beat, and you could feel the words you weren't saying hanging there, suspended in the space between you. because as much as you wanted to pretend this was all lighthearted and fun, you knew that wasn't the whole truth.

you weren't just falling for the flowers, for the sweet notes. you were falling for him. for the way he made you laugh at the smallest things, for the way he seemed to understand you in ways most people didn't. for the way he showed up—physically, emotionally, in all the ways that mattered.

you were falling for him, and as terrifying as that thought was, it was also inevitable.

"so," levi said finally, breaking the silence, "should i stop?"

you blinked, caught off guard by the question. "stop what?"

"sending flowers. i mean, i wouldn't want to overwhelm you or anything," he teased, but there was an edge of sincerity there, like he was testing the waters, waiting for your response.

you hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. but then you glanced around your apartment, at the vibrant bursts of colour that had turned your space into something out of a dream.

"no," you said softly. "don't stop."

"good," he replied, his voice warm and light, and you could hear the smile in his words again. "because i wasn't planning on stopping.”

you laughed, shaking your head. "of course you weren't."

but as you hung up the phone, your heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. because maybe this was more than just a silly gesture. maybe it was levi’s way of showing you something bigger, something you weren't ready to admit just yet, but were starting to understand.

because maybe you were falling for him.

and maybe—just maybe—he was falling for you too.

[sparks-and-smoke]

I saw your boredom post and thoughts I'd send in a lil request where you can go ham 😌

How do you think Steve and Reader spend their days off? Is it a couch day, baking day, spa day etc.

Love your work by the way, their en route to reblog whilst I make my bookshelf though

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers/Female Reader

Content/Warnings: none its fluff again

Author Note: HI! Sorry it's short but sweet

Steve so rarely gets a day off. Between Avengers missions, training, media obligations, and his work with the VA it was a miracle he even had time for you. But he always found time, because he had priorities. and you were at the top of them.

Steve plopped down on the couch next to you with a sigh as you read your latest book. Judging by the cover he didn't even wanna know what it was about. But he couldn't help but rest on your shoulder as he slumped and glanced at the page.

Filth, absolute filth is what it was about. “The sheer girth of him split me in two as I gasped for air. My hands searching for some kind of purchase…” he began to read out loud before you slammed the book shut, turning beet red. “You know Doll if you need to be…split in two... you could have just said so.” 

She smacks him with the novel. “I’m good right now thanks!” 

“I mean, I might need to finish the chapter so I know exactly what you're expecting but, I’m sure with a little research into proper source material.” he snatches the book from your hands. “I’ll be ready to go by lunch.”  

“Steven Grant give that back!” 

Steve hops to his feet. “Oh, I don't think so doll, I think I have some research to conduct.”

~~~~

You had thought he was joking, but when Steve Rogers sets his mind to something there is nothing that can stop him. He made it through the chapter in an hour and while he did find the smut to be rather inspiring. He found something else in the book that he want to try, maybe not more per say, but for you. 

He goes upstairs and raids your skin care basket. Sheet masks, lotion, that silly rose quarts rolly thing he watches you use everynight before bed. He tucks them all under his arm and pops down to the kitchen. 

He makes you your favorite hot drink and a bowl of the safe food you were obsessed with 

at the moment, and heads down to where you were crocheting on the couch. 

“Are you terribly busy?” You look up from counting stitches to see your boyfriend, arms full of self care, practically glowing with excitement. “Will you let me spoil you?” 

You sent your task aside, a rush of butterflies filling your stomach. “Are you gonna do it with me?”

“Of course, I'll even let you pick which one I should use.” You beam, and it fills Steve with a deep sense of contentment as he settles down onto the couch with you. He lets you lean back on him as he clumsily attempts to put on the face mask, using the facial roller to work it into your skin. Talking about anything, everything. Realizing that, good lord, he had really missed you. 

He applies lotion to your arms, messaging it into your hands as he kisses your palms. The room is filled with the scent of almond and orange as he giggles with you over Peter’s latest exploit and whatever drama is happening at your work. The moment is filled with sighs and chuckles as you apply the cold tacky mud mask to Steve's nose and cheekbones. 

“Hold still, you're gonna get it in your hair!” 

“Well it's already all over my face, might as well share the wealth.” Steve chuckles, taking time to admire your focused expression. The way your brows furrow and your tongue peaks out when you concentrate. The way your eyes sparkle in the reflection of the city skyline. You are so beautiful, almost tragically so to Steve as he realizes he needs to make more room for nights like this. Just him and his love taking care of eachother. Being human. Not super heroes, or volunteers, or public figures. Just him and his doll, laughing and talking and not worrying about what is around the bend. 

“What?” you ask, wiping the cosmetic mud off your fingers. 

“Nothing, just looking at you. I wanna do this more often.”

“Face masks?” you giggle. 

Steve huffs out a laugh, “No, as lovely as they are, I just wanna spend more time with you like this. Little resets. Where we can just be us.” 

You feel your heart melt. Steve is always trying, always doing what he can to be the best partner he can manage to be on top of all his other responsibilities. It kills you a little that he thinks he still needs to do more. But you wont turn it away. Not when it means more time with the man you love. “I’d love that, maybe next time we can paint. Or we could go sketch pigeons in the park?”

“Whatever you want, baby…”

[spceboyz]

☆ — “ I still don't understand why your leaders are chosen based off of whoevers tallest. I thought that it would be based off of how many planets you've invaded or something. ” dib mused idly, rewrapping his half-eaten ice cream bar in its plastic and turning to re-open the freezer. as he stretched for the handle he continued, “ What if they make themselves taller by, like, I don't know; making themselves robot-suits or something? Got any protocol for if someone cheats their height somehow, space boy? ” he questioned, his voice slightly straining with the effort he was exerting to reach for the handle, before successfully latching on and popping it open before tossing the bar back in. his appetite was all but gone; now he was just focusing on picking information out of the irken.

⠀⠀A to Y? he didn't even bother asking about Z. what zim followed that up with was much more interesting, anyway... if only by a slight margin. “ You saying that just makes me want to agree with you more... but, then again, I guess that would mean that I'd have to stoop to being just as dumb as you are. ” dib thought out loud, placing a hand on his chin. weren't they doing something?

⠀⠀oh... right. the project. ugh. well, he could continue to distract zim for long enough to where they'd have no time left to work on it anymore, but that would require spending even more time with the invader. maybe it was better to get this over with, even if the preteen himself hadn't made, like, any progress over the irken.

⠀⠀“ I'm... gonna go look at your paper. ” dib started, turning on his heel to head towards the living room; assuming that the irken would follow. “ I need to make sure that your part is, like, somewhat cohesive. Or.. factual. How much do you even know about earths solar system, anyways? ” the scythe-haired youth questioned as he entered the living room, picking up the papers left on the coffee table.

"Eh?" Obviously, he's got his wig on right now but if it hadn't been then his antennae would've shot straight up from Dib's question. "As great and POWERFUL as Zim is, what happens to a conquered world is the Almighty Tallest's decision! They ARE the smartest of all irkens after all! If anyone knows what to do with a planet once it's ready to be settled upon then it would be them!" And that's final!

Zim huffs in response. "Nonsense! Of course, the Earth will be conquered! I have many plans, Dib! All the way starting from A to Y. So many evil plans!!" An overconfident laugh parted from his lips as he took a moment to pause dramatically. And once it's over he resumes his usual posture like nothing happened.

"Oh yeah, you weren't there for that whole meeting. I mean, it was cool of them to convert their own planet so I could weaponize it but..." Even Zim has to admit what they did was ultimately pretty stupid. It does make him briefly ponder what happened to that hologram martian guy. Hmm. He was probably still stuck there on Mars as it aimlessly drifted through the universe. Eh. Not his problem.

"Stop agreeing with me. I hate it when you do that."