#friends offered to take me and I said yes

[vampiresbloodx]

She tastes so sweet.

Pitfighter!vi going down on you for the first time and becoming addicted.

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, bathroom sex, hook ups, clubs, alcohol, kissing, marking, service top!vi, reader has no confirmed gender but they're wearing a dress in this for the scenario reasons, vi is quiet a fuckboy, oral sex (reader receiving)

Vi has always had her fair sure of fun over the years, she wasn't new to this, after she wins a match she just really wants to fuck someone.

She goes to a club where she'll know exactly who to find, she's scanning the room where her eyes land on you, who happen to be dancing with their friends, enjoying yourself as you look so pretty.

Vi smirks.

That's the one.

You just looked so nice in that dress you were wearing, she just wanted to rip it off and see whats underneath, your smile is enough to make anyone swoon, she wonders if you even know those that eye you in the dark from afar when you aren't watching.

The loud music blasts in her ears as she takes a sip of her beer, everything was loud, but she liked it, she needed it.

She felt good and she wanted to make someone else feel good.

It's not the first time she's seen you around, she's spotted you before, she's just been watching you, keeping her eye on you, making sure you're okay, while your friends get shit faced drunk, you don't seem like the type to get drunk easily, maybe a little tipsy, but that happens with everyone after a few cups.

When she sees your friend whisper something in your ear she knew she was going to leave you alone, she didn't like that, not when she spotted a guy checking you out, was she doing the same thing? Yes, but that guy had red flags all over him, he was bad news.

Vi didn't trust him.

As soon as you were left alone, seemingly in your own world, enjoying the music, the guy makes his way to you, taking advantage of it. Immediately, vi places her drink back down as she walks through the crowd of drunk people.

Before the guy could even say anything to you, she grabbed a drink already and purposely bumped into him, spilling it all over him, he swore under his breath.

"damn, you should probably go clean that up" Vi said, staring him down, he should know vi wasn't playing around with you and he scoffed, cursing more as he stormed off.

Then there was you, still oblivious to the whole thing.

She taps you on the shoulder, causing you to jump slightly as you turned around, probably expecting your friend.

"hi?" You slurred, she smiled, thinking it was cute. "Have you seen Hannah? Is she back yet?" You ask.

Vi shakes her head, "sorry, dunno Hannah is."

"fuckin' bitch probably left me with some dick" you groaned in annoyance, she couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"I could accompany you, if you want", vi offered, she wanted to be smooth about this, not being to obvious that she wanted to get in your pants, but the way you raised your eyebrows at her and checked her out, your eyes roaming her entire body which made her heart flutter, she knew what you wanted.

Before she knows it, she's pushing you against the wall of the bathroom that smells like shit but she couldn't care less, all she focused on was the taste of your lips and how soft they felt against hers. She heard you chuckle, as she pushed your dress up, you held it up for her as she kissed her way down, leaving her marks, enjoying the way you squirmed for her and moaned, fuck, she needed you.

She places her fingers inside your panties to tease you, she moans at how wet you already were, you let out a moan as she dipped her finger easily inside your wet folds, you felt so good, she pumped her finger in and out of you slowly at first, you were a whining mess, your hands gripping her shoulders.

She watched you in awe, as she felt you clench around her, it was making her dizzy, she's never fucked someone this wet before, well, not in a long time.

She pulls her fingers out hearing you whine, she doesn't say anything but grins, bending down on her knees as she kisses down your stomach, just above your waist, you body was begging for it and so was you, she loved the way noises you made, it drove her insane.

Once she pulled off your underwear fully, it was soaked, she moaned at the sight of your pussy, how pretty it looked, how much it needed her. Her own core throbbed, as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to it as she licks up your slit, hearing you moan louder and grip her hair harder, she smirks.

Vi dips her tongue in between your folds, twirling it around and making you squeal and squirm, she was showing just how fucking good she was with her mouth and she wanted to make you come on her tongue. She knew you were close with how she purposely didn't let you come before on her fingers, she wanted to taste you instead, and my god, you taste wonderful.

She couldn't get enough.

She keeps going, her hands on your thighs to hold them up as she watches you, your head against the wall, your eyes closed, getting lost in the feeling as she can't help but feel cocky about it.

Her tongue goes to tease circles at your clit, you whined, pushing your face into her, you looked so pretty like this, looking like a complete mess, moaning and whining for her while she eats you out.

She knows how much you like it too.

Your grip gets tighter as she knows you're close, she just wanted to relish in this feeling, she finally got you where she always wanted. She couldn't help but feel more smug, knowing how easy she can make you cum, make you a crying mess for her, she's obsessed, really. She wants more. She pushes her tongue into you, hearing you gasp as she fucks you with her tongue, moaning at the taste, you whimper above her, riding her face as she's in heaven.

She watches you come with a cry of her name, not even caring how loud you are in the moment, she loves it, she loves every bit of it, she leans away, licking her lips as you stared at her in a daze with a smile, your hand still in her hair.

"you wanna come to mine, sweetheart?" She asks, you've never agreed to something so fast in your life.

[mingi-s-dimples]

Shy, until tonight - Woogi

KINKOTBER DAY 23 , REQ BY anon 🤧

~"Here is my request heheh (YES ME AGAIN with like the forth request or third) so reader has 2 bsfs both being also friends with benefits aka fucking from time to time☺️ (woo and mingi are the bsfs) tonight we all were at a party reader is always the shy type while mingi and woo dragged her ass here so reader wanting revenge she teased them all night" -> I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH VISUAL SPACE TO ADD EVERYTHING but she essentially wanted me to add breast fondling, double penetration, teasing, opening her legs to them, bathroom sex.

pairing: woogi x fem!reader

genre: 18+, fwb, filth

summary: wooyoung insists that you go to a party with him.. mingi agrees with him and you're left with the only option ti tag along. but you have your fun until they turn tables and have their way with you, for teasing them all night.

wc: 3.5k

warnings: fwb, woogi love teasing, marking, lots of cum, fucking in a bathroom (dw it's not a club bathroom it's a normal one.. the party takes place @ someone's home) , reader is cocky/bratty at first but later gets fucking destroyed, double penetration, breast fondling, pussy eating, completely consensual, unprotected, for sure forgot something, will edit later.

Author's Note: I personally would love to be sandwiched between woo and mingi in this situation... might be just me tho. Love I hope you like itttt 😁🥰 I sure did love writing it!!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The music thrummed through the walls, a pulsating rhythm that seeped into your chest, heavy and unrelenting. You hated parties like this. Sweaty bodies crammed into a dimly lit house, voices rising above the pounding bass in an attempt to be heard. The air smelled of alcohol, perfume, and faintly of something herbal that made your head spin. Yet, here you were, sitting on a worn couch in a stranger’s living room, a cup of some questionable drink in your hand, all because Wooyoung had dragged you here.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” he had chirped hours earlier, his mischievous grin practically daring you to refuse.

“Fun for who?” you’d muttered, eyeing him skeptically.

“For all of us,” he had replied, tossing an arm around your shoulders. His dark eyes sparkled with something unspoken, a promise maybe, one you weren’t sure you wanted to unwrap.

You’d looked to Mingi for help, hoping he’d side with you, but he had only shrugged. “You know how he gets,” Mingi had said, his deep voice calm and nonchalant. “It’s easier to just go along with it.”

So here you were.

The couch sagged beneath you as you shifted, trying to find a comfortable position in your tight dress. Wooyoung had insisted you dress up, claiming it was “part of the vibe.” He hadn’t left your side since you arrived, dragging you into conversations with people you didn’t know and laughing at inside jokes you weren’t part of. Mingi, ever the quiet observer, had trailed behind, offering you small smiles that made your stomach flip but didn’t ease your annoyance.

Now, the three of you occupied the couch, Wooyoung and Mingi seated directly across from you, legs spread in that casually confident way that somehow made them both look infuriatingly attractive. You sipped your drink, trying not to let your irritation show as they chatted about something you weren’t listening to.

“You’re too quiet,” Wooyoung said suddenly, his voice cutting through the noise around you. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he fixed you with a knowing look. “What’s on your mind, Y/N?”

You gave him a sweet smile, one that didn’t reach your eyes. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering why I let you drag me here.”

Wooyoung laughed, loud and carefree, as if your irritation amused him. “You love it. Admit it.”

Your smile tightened. Two could play in this game.

“Well,” you said, crossing your legs slowly, deliberately, letting the hem of your dress ride up just enough to be noticeable. You caught the way Wooyoung’s eyes flicked downward, just for a split second, before he met your gaze again. “I suppose I might as well make the most of it.”

Mingi, who had been silent up until now, raised an eyebrow. His lips quirked into a small smile, but his gaze was sharp, assessing.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You leaned back against the couch, letting your body relax in a way that felt foreign but powerful. Your knees fell apart just slightly, enough that the motion could be considered accidental—if you wanted it to be.

Wooyoung’s gaze flicked downward again, and this time, he didn’t bother hiding it.

“You’re being awfully bold tonight,” he remarked, his tone teasing but laced with something heavier.

“Am I?” you asked innocently. You shifted your position again, your foot brushing against Mingi’s leg. His eyes darkened, but he didn’t move, didn’t pull away.

Wooyoung laughed, a short, breathy sound that held none of his usual bravado. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Mingi leaned back, draping an arm over the back of the couch as he watched you. His posture was relaxed, but there was a tension in his jaw, a tightness in his grip that betrayed him.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice low enough that it was almost drowned out by the music. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

“Oh, I think I’m doing just fine,” you replied, letting your fingers trail along the edge of your cup before they "accidentally" brushed against Wooyoung’s knee. He tensed beneath your touch, his sharp inhale barely audible.

You smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction. But then your gaze drifted downward, catching the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric of Wooyoung’s pants. You didn’t need to look at Mingi to know he was in a similar state.

You couldn’t help it. A low chuckle escaped your lips, soft but taunting. “Oh,” you murmured, raising your eyes to meet theirs. “Is something wrong?”

Wooyoung’s eyes darkened, and his usual cocky grin returned, though there was a new edge to it now. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“And you’re not?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Mingi leaned forward then, his large hand resting on your knee. The weight of it sent a shiver up your spine, though you tried not to show it.

“You think you’ve won,” he said, his deep voice steady and calm, like he was explaining something obvious. “But you don’t know what we have planned.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. “What are you talking about?”

Wooyoung stood suddenly, holding out a hand to you. His grin was sharper now, almost predatory. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s talk about it somewhere... quieter.”

When you didn’t move, Mingi gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “Bathroom,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart raced as you looked between the two of them, their gazes heavy with intent. You realized too late that whatever game you thought you were playing, they’d just turned the tables.

—

“The fuck y’all want!? You dragged me here!” you protested, back slightly arched against the cold tile of the bathroom that was remotely far from all the action, but still close enough to be heard slightly.

“What do you mean? Did you think we'd let you off the hook? What were you trying to do? you're not like this usually..” Wooyoung said and one of his hands rode up your waist to your lower back, pulling you close to him. Mingi was watching contently, catching a glimpse of his eyes shooting to the huge tent that formed in his pants. You were friends with benefits after all… but here!?

“I just wanted to get my revenge! You know I hate parties hosted by stran-.. M-mingi..?” your words faded as you saw Mingi, who was standing behind Wooyoung, was now unbuckling his pants and let them fall to his ankles.

“You know for sure what happens when you're a fucking brat, sweetie… teasing us like that will only get you in more trouble.” Wooyoung kept eye contact with you while Mingi talked, taking his pants off.

“You should've known better…darling.”

You were done for.. you thought.

Mingi got on one knee in front of you and Wooyoung got behind you, holding one of your legs with his right hand, raising your already short dress above your waist. His left hand went to your waist, holding you tight and fondling your breasts from time to time from under the dress.

“Let’s see if it was worth the teasing, our love” Mingi whispered and he took your soaked panties off, giggling. He then leaned in, soft kisses trailing from your knee to your thigh, then from your inner thigh to your cunt. You whined out when he started to eat you out, his tongue reaching every sweet spot of yours.

Wooyoung chuckled darkly from behind, his warm breath tickling your neck as he whispered into your ear, "Such pretty sounds. Don't hold back, sweetheart." His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand on your waist tightened slightly, grounding you as Mingi worked his magic below.

Mingi, ever the perfectionist, took his time. His lips and tongue moved with calculated precision, teasing you with alternating strokes of his tongue—soft and slow, then firm and demanding. He hummed low against you, the vibration a sweet torment. Every now and then, he'd pause to place open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your thighs, his gaze flickering up to meet yours, filled with mischief and adoration.

Behind you, Wooyoung trailed his fingers lightly along your sides. "Look at you," he murmured, voice dripping with admiration. "You're trembling, love." His hands skimmed up, fingers brushing your shoulders before sliding down your arms. He leaned in, kissing the curve of your neck with lingering softness, his teeth lightly grazing your skin in playful nips.

Mingi pulled back slightly, lips glistening, his grin wicked. "She tastes better than I imagined," he said, his voice husky. His hands stroked the outsides of your thighs, grounding you, while he waited for your breath to even out.

Wooyoung smirked, tilting your head slightly to the side with a gentle hand on your jaw. "Isn't it fun being at the center of our attention?" His lips brushed against your temple as he spoke, his tone low and intimate. He shifted slightly, pulling you closer into his chest, letting you feel his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Mingi’s lips returned to your inner thighs, brushing featherlight kisses against your skin as he edged closer to your clit. His teasing was unbearable in the best way—soft flicks of his tongue followed by gentle bites to your thighs, leaving you whimpering and squirming in Wooyoung’s arms.

“Oh, you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Wooyoung teased, his voice a mix of amusement and adoration. His fingers trailed up your sides, sending shivers through your body, before settling on your shoulders. He massaged them gently, grounding you as you tilted your head back against him with a high-pitched whine. “Mingi’s barely started, and you’re already losing it.”

Mingi hummed in agreement, his hands pressing firmly into your thighs to keep you steady. “She’s always like this when she’s been teasing,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His tongue darted out again, gliding in slow, deliberate strokes, the sensation enough to pull a loud, unrestrained moan from your lips.

Your fingers clawed at Wooyoung’s arms, desperate for something to hold onto as Mingi’s pace quickened. “M-Mingi,” you cried out, your voice trembling. He chuckled, the sound low and rich, the vibrations making you arch your back.

“Right there, huh?” Mingi teased, his lips curling into a smirk as his tongue circled a particularly sensitive spot. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he focused his attention on driving you over the edge.

Wooyoung tilted your chin, bringing your face closer to his as he whispered into your ear, “So loud and beautiful for us, love. Don’t hold back. Let us hear everything.” His lips found your neck, planting soft kisses along your pulse as he watched your every reaction with pride.

The overwhelming combination of Mingi’s skillful tongue and Wooyoung’s grounding presence made it impossible to contain your sounds. Each whimper and moan spilled freely from your lips, growing louder as the pressure in your core built higher and higher.

Mingi’s voice was steady but commanding as he said, “That’s it, just let go for me.” He gave one last, perfectly calculated flick of his tongue, and the tension within you snapped. You cried out, your hands clutching Wooyoung tighter as waves of pleasure washed over you, your entire body trembling, cumming all over Mingi's beautiful face.

Mingi didn’t pull away immediately; he placed gentle, soothing kisses along your thighs, helping you come down from your high. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his tone soft and full of admiration.

Behind you, Wooyoung wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close and steadying your shaky legs. “Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice warm.

Wooyoung chuckled softly as he held you steady, his fingers brushing against your skin with infuriating gentleness. "Still shaking, huh?" he teased, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice was playful yet low, sending a wave of heat through you. "Are you always this sensitive, or is it just because it's us, right here, in this moment?"

His hand slid down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before raising your other leg effortlessly. “Let’s see how much more you can handle, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone dripping with mischief. With both legs now secured in his strong hold, your body was completely enveloped in Wooyoung’s embrace, his warmth grounding and overwhelming all at once.

“Easy now,” Mingi said, his deep voice filled with affection as he stepped closer, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He reached out, his hands brushing over your sides and thighs in a soothing gesture before gripping your hips firmly. “You’re in good hands, love. Just trust us.”

Wooyoung adjusted his hold, his hands gripping your waist to keep you steady as Mingi moved in front of you. Slowly, with practiced ease, Mingi guided you down onto his dripping cock. Your hands flew to his back, clutching at his broad shoulders for support as a loud, trembling whine escaped your lips.

Mingi groaned softly, his hands tightening on your hips as he helped guide your movements. "That's it," he murmured, his voice husky and full of praise. “So perfect, just like this.” His forehead rested against yours briefly, his warm breath mingling with yours as he steadied you.

From behind, Wooyoung pressed his chest against your back, his lips brushing over your neck and shoulder. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his tone laced with pride and teasing. His grip on your thighs remained firm as he adjusted his hold, moving in perfect synchrony with Mingi.

The sensations were overwhelming—Mingi’s strength beneath you, Wooyoung’s embrace around you, and their combined warmth and presence surrounding you completely. Your head tilted back against Wooyoung’s shoulder as another whine left your lips, your nails digging into Mingi’s back as you sought some semblance of control. Their thrusts sent you over the edge all over again, the feeling of being filled up by them making you go insane.

“Louder, love,” Wooyoung coaxed, his voice a seductive murmur in your ear. “Let it all out. We want to hear everything.” His arms tightened around you, holding you securely as Mingi’s thrusts grew more deliberate, his hands never leaving your waist.

Mingi's grin was nothing short of devilish as he steadied you against him, his hands firm on your waist. His eyes glinted with a mixture of affection and mischief, his tone laced with amusement as he whispered, “You thought you could tease us and get away with it, huh? Look at you now.”

Wooyoung chuckled from behind, his lips brushing against your temple as his arms tightened around you. “Our bold little love thought she could handle the game,” he murmured, his tone dripping with playful mockery. “But now you’re here, trembling and whining. Isn’t that right?”

Your breath hitched, and your cheeks flushed even deeper as Mingi leaned closer, his lips ghosting over yours but not quite meeting them. “You look so pretty like this,” he teased, his voice a soft rumble. His fingers dug slightly into your hips, his touch grounding, his thrusts powerful. “Was this the revenge you had planned? Because it doesn’t look like it’s going so well for you.”

A frustrated whine left your lips, and your hands gripped tighter onto Mingi’s back, desperate for some control. But Mingi only smirked, his thumb brushing over your heated skin as he continued to hold you in place, unbothered by your attempts to regain power.

“Aw, don’t pout,” Wooyoung cooed behind you, his teasing relentless. “You look adorable when you’re losing.” He leaned closer, his lips grazing the curve of your neck before pressing a soft kiss there. “And right now, you’re losing so beautifully.”

Mingi chuckled low, his hands slowly trailing up your sides in a way that made you shiver. “Admit it,” he murmured, his voice velvet-soft yet commanding. “You wanted to get under our skin, but now you’re the one falling apart.” His lips brushed over your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. “It’s okay to admit defeat, love. We don’t mind watching you like this.”

Your legs shook as you tried to keep up with their teasing, your mind swimming from the overwhelming attention. “I just…” you started to protest, but the words dissolved into a whimper when Mingi tilted his head, his lips grazing over your ear.

“Just what?” he asked, his tone daring you to finish your sentence. “Come on, love. Say it.”

Wooyoung’s laughter was soft and melodic, his hands sliding to grip your thighs with firm, reassuring pressure. “She can’t even form a full sentence,” he teased. “Mingi, I think we’ve broken her.” Wooyoung's thrusts were smoother, while Mingi's were more powerful and harsh. But either way, their cocks were always filling you up good.

Mingi tilted his head back slightly, his grin wide and wicked as he looked at you. “Good,” he said simply, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “That’s what she gets for teasing all night.”

You couldn’t help but let out another whine, caught between wanting to respond and being utterly overwhelmed by their relentless thrusts. Mingi’s smirk softened slightly as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent reminder that even in their teasing, their care for you never wavered.

“You’re ours,” he murmured, his voice firm but filled with warmth. “And we’ll remind you of that as many times as it takes.”

Wooyoung chuckled, his lips brushing your ear. “Every single time, love.”

Mingi’s grin widened when he felt you tighten your grip on his shoulders, a spark of defiance flaring in your eyes despite the moans spilling from your lips. “Still trying to act tough?” he teased, his tone playful yet taunting. “Even now, when you’re melting in our hands?”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle another whimper, but the heat pooling in your core betrayed you. “I’m not... giving in that easily,” you managed to gasp out, though the breathless quality of your voice made your words less convincing.

Wooyoung laughed softly from behind you, his voice rich with amusement. “Oh, love, you’re adorable when you’re feisty,” he murmured, his hands gripping your thighs to steady you. “But you’re not fooling anyone. We know exactly how much you’re loving this.” His lips pressed to the curve of your shoulder, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

Mingi chuckled, his hands sliding up to your waist as he leaned in closer. “We’ll see how long that fire lasts,” he murmured, his teeth grazing your collarbone before biting down gently, leaving a mark. You gasped, your head tilting back as your nails dug into his back, leaving faint crescents in his skin.

Wooyoung took that as his cue, his lips and teeth mapping a path along your back and shoulders. “Look at her, Mingi,” he said, his tone low and teasing. “She’s trembling again. I don’t think she can handle much more.”

You moaned in response, the sound breaking into a sharp gasp when Mingi’s lips trailed lower, his teeth and tongue working against the sensitive skin of your chest. “M-Mingi, Wooyoung,” you whined, your voice catching as your legs instinctively tightened around Mingi’s waist, pulling him closer, locking him in.

“Just like that,” Mingi murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his pace began to quicken. “Hold onto me, love. I’ve got you.” His hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements with precision, each thrust sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.

Behind you, Wooyoung’s lips never stopped moving, his teeth grazing your shoulder before soothing the marks with his tongue. “So beautiful,” he whispered against your skin, his voice rough with praise. “Every single part of you.”

As their movements synced, the intensity between the three of you reached a fever pitch. Mingi’s rhythm became more demanding, his hands never leaving your waist as he anchored you to him. Wooyoung’s hold on your thighs tightened, his lips pressing firmly against your skin as he continued marking you, each kiss and bite a silent claim.

You cried out, your moans growing louder as the overwhelming sensations pushed you closer to the edge. Mingi’s voice was steady and commanding as he urged, “Cum, sweetheart.. I know that's what you want to do right now.”

The heat between you all built to a crescendo, your cries mixing with their groans as the tension finally snapped. Mingi and Wooyoung came in perfect synchrony, their breaths ragged and heavy as they held you tightly between them. As you felt their huge loads filling you all up, the force of your own orgasm left you trembling in their arms, your nails digging into Mingi’s back as you whined out one last time.

For a moment, the three of you stayed entwined, your breaths mingling as you came down from the high together. Wooyoung’s arms wrapped around you securely, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of warmth.

Mingi tilted your chin up, his eyes filled with affection as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “And you’re ours,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Always.”

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"Tommy, I can't - I can't talk to Buck about this because -," Tommy could see Eddie physically steel himself, "- because he's part of it."

"He's part of- oh," Tommy figured out what Eddie meant as he was starting to ask. "So you - you have feelings for him?" It's fine, Tommy tells himself. It feels like a punch to the kidneys, but it's fine. Good, even. Yeah, it's good.

"Well, um, no? Or maybe yes? I don't know, Tommy, I don't - why don't I - why can't I understand? What am I feeling? Why is this -"

"Whoa, take a breath," Tommy said, holding Eddie by his biceps as he started to panic. "Here, c'mon, sit down." He pulled Eddie over to the bench and forced Eddie to sit, shoving his water into his trembling hands.

"Thanks, and s-sorry. Again," Eddie apologized, taking a few small sips. "It shouldn't be this difficult, right? I should know if I have feelings for someone. Especially - especially a -"

"A man?" Tommy offered.

Eddie looked up at him through his lashes for a moment before glancing away again and nodding. He huffed a laugh that sounded self-deprecating. "I shouldn't be talking to you about this either."

"Why's that?" Tommy knew why. Some bro-code bullshit about not dating friend's exes, but it's different when you're queer. He just wanted to hear Eddie say it so he could tell him that and reassure him that it's fine.

Because it definitely is fine.

"Uh," Eddie laughed uncomfortably, rubbing his neck again, "it's hard to explain. I should've figured myself out a little more before I even brought it up."

"Eddie," Tommy sat next to him, knocked their knees together and leaned forward to catch his eye, "you can tell me. Whatever it is. I won't be - I don't know - mad or anything."

Eddie looked at him then. Really looked at him, as if he were searching for something. Tommy tried to keep his face relaxed and open, hoping Eddie would understand that he meant what he said. Then Eddie's eyes dipped down for a split second, and Tommy didn't realize what was happening until Eddie's mouth was on his.

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[tinydefector]

Hi, hello Tiny. I've got a little "Human Effect" scenario in my almost always empty head.

Do you think the Galactic Council would try to persuade the human crew from the Lost Light to abandone their cybertronian friends?. Like, the Council listing all war crimes from the cybertronian war yadayada.

But the humans, especially the Ambassador, always defend their cybertronian crew. I think it will boils down in "but we all love them" type of argument. Until one day the Ambassador just tells them "¡STOP BULLING MY BELOVED CREW YOU GALACTIC RACISTS!".

All the crew would be like D: "they just said that to the Galactic Council?". And the entire human crew would probably start throwing swears and overal talking about all the good things their cybertronians have done.

Side-note, the DJD is also listening (because I need to include them) and they can't believe they are taking the humans side in the discussion.

Ok that would be all from me at the moment. THANKS.

Oh I can definitely see something like this happening.

Enjoy the meme

The council: we can not have you working with the cybertronians any longer due to the amount of war crimes they have committed.

Ambassador: Ha that's rich coming from you, one word. America.

Council: That does not change the matter. We are pulling you out, and if you refuse to return to earth within the time pool given, you will be court martialled and jailed.

Ambassador: than all your so called outpost and new alliances will be for nothing as they than automatically fall into the hands of the cybertronian sector of the union as they are the ones who forged them. Which means all further communications are to go through the cybertronian Alliance and Commander Prowl.

Council now trying to back track: no, that's not what we-

Prowl: Thank you, Ambassador, as I have stated multiple times this is the reason I had stated to Optimus Prime multiple over why a union between our planets wouldn't work out, I had already calculated and assessed that there was a 78. 874% probability of you betraying the alliance.

Council: Ambassador for this you will be reprimanded and interrogated over conspiring with Cybertron.

Ambassador under their breath: oh I've been doing more than that.

Ultra Magnus: due to the hostility of the earth council I ask that the human crew of the Lost Light be allowed asylum on Cybertron

Prowl turning to Optimus: are we allowed to offer that?

Optimus: it is up to Chancellor Starscream

Starscream sitting back watching the shit show and having heard the Ambassador little remark: Ambassador please share the details of what else you have been sharing with the crew.

All the cybertronians knowing full well how much of a shithead Starscream can be.

The Ambassador stand proudly: chancellor Starscream. Permission to use foul language.

Starscream rather amused: granted

Ambassador: I've been fucking most of the crew of the Lost Light and it's been the best sex I've had before. And I don't intend on returning to earth becuase Cybertronian pussy and dick hit different. And yes I Did in fact Fuck Megatron until he whimpered!

Everyone going silent before Starscream cackles: permission for the humans to have asylum.

[novankenn]

Snippets from "A Mafia AU"

(Original Post) / Inspiration by @pilot-boi

Pyrrha was at her wits end. Currently she was engaged in a knife fight in the storage room of a Pumpkin Pete's Novelty store, because Jaune had decided it would be FUN to get her a matching hoodie! Pyrrha ducked under a wild slash, before lashing out with several rapid jabs of her own combat blade.

"Go away!" Pyrrha snapped, "You're running my date!"

"Date?" Pyrrha's current opponent, and Jaune's would have been assassin froze, and just stood there blinking her amber eyes. Her faunus trait, a set of cat ears that matched her long black hair flicked back and forth. "Date?"

"Forget I said that!" Pyrrha snapped, as she used that moment to take a more balanced combat stance, She had been fighting on the back foot this whole time and now. "Let's get this over Belladonna!"

"Hold on. I need a minute." Blake Belladonna, one of the premiere up close and personal assassins, commented as she absentmindedly tapped the flat of her knife blade against her cheek.

"You need a minute? I have to go. He's going to come looking for me, and I can not..."

"You know you shouldn't hide things from someone you're interested in. It will cause trust issues." Blake offered with a smile.

"What?"

"You can't have a solid foundation to a relationship with out trust." Blake continue to expand on the subject, "It's the cornerstone of any relationship, but doubly important in ones that end up long term, possible permanent?"

"Permanent?" Pyrrha stood up straight, giving Blake a narrow eyed gaze. "What are you talking about?"

"You know, elaborate dresses, golden rings, white picket fences, children?"

"You can't be serious!" Pyrrha snapped. "I'm supposed to kill him, and he somehow saw me following him, and thinks I'm his body guard! I have no idea how to fix this!"

"You're the one that called it a date." Blake countered. "Not me, and if you really think about how you've been acting... it has been kind of body guardy."

"That's not a word." Pyrrha deadpanned.

"Eh. Anyway if you want out, and can't do it yourself... step aside. Let someone else..." Blake ducked out of the way of broom handle thrown like a spear. "Okay... touched a nerve there!"

"Pyr?" came the sound of worried voice. "Pyr are you okay? The sales woman said you ran into the back! Is your tummy bothering you?"

Blake froze, in complete shock at the words being uttered by her target to her rival, and the sight assaulting her. Pyrrha Nikos. THE Pyrrha "Goddess of Death" Nikos was blushing! Full on atomic red! It was all just surreal, that Blake couldn't make herself capitalize on the opening.

"Pyr?" the door creaked open behind the red head, who in a panic flicked her wrist sending her knife zipping through the air to bury itself with a thunk into an out of sight wall. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Jaune." Pyrrha answered, turning herself to see Jaune as well as track Blake, who was still completely stunned by what was going on. "Just ran into..."

"A friend!" Blake announced, as she like Pyrrha disposed of her combat knife. Though Blake threw hers up into the ceiling.

"Well any friend of Pyr's is a friend of mine." Jaune cheerily spoke as he walked past Pyrrha with his hand extended for a greeting. "Name is Jaune Arc. Short sweet and the ladies love it!"

"They do?" Blake asked.

"Of course they do." Pyrrha chuckled nervously before moving to stand as close to Jaune as she could, without actually climbing on top of him. "Anyway I came back here, not because of my tummy..."

"Are you sure?" Jaune asked with genuine concern. "We have five cheese lasagna last night, and I know how cheese doesn't agree with you."

"I'm fine, Jaune." Pyrrha's blush gotten even darker, but her emerald eyes glinted dangerously when Blake's teasing grin was noticed. Blake didn't like that look. "This is Blake, and she... works here."

"I what?" Blake stuttered out.

"You do?" Jaune's eyes gleamed in excitement. "Yes, someone who knows Pyr and works here. You have to be able to help me find the PEREFCT hoodie for her!"

"Wait!" Blake yelped as Jaune grabbed her by the wrist and started to walk back to the front of the store. "How are you so strong?"

Pyrrha's blush, faded, and she took a slow steadying breath, before jogging to catch up, to keep an eye on her Jaune... er her target. Yep, her target... no her Jaune. Pyrrha grit her teeth and internally screamed at her traitorous mind.

A/N - Figured I throw out another snippet, just for the hell of it, plus it's kind of of fun trying to come up with ridiculous situations to throw Pyrrha into. 😁

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Three

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit first tag to find other chapters | warnings: pre- s1 (for now), mentions of pregnancy (you’re not the one who’s pregnant dont worry)

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Three:

Caring for Alice had proved harder than you’d expected. You needed places to leave her while you went out to run errands too- the enforcers had quit looking for her, assuming she was dead.

You’d grown closer to Vander too, and Felicia, through Silco. A day or two whining at the bar had resulted in Vander offering to keep her at the bar during the day.

You narrowed your eyes at him, swirling your straw around in your cup before taking a long sip. Felicia put her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine, [name]. Vander’s good with kids.” She flashed you a toothy grin. You slowly exhaled, not moving to shrug her hand off. You peered over the counter to see Alice with her back pressed to the inside of the bar, scribbling on a piece of paper.

“Fine, I guess. But don’t let her out.”

“You know it’s calm during the day. She’ll be fine.”

“Not a foot outside the building.”

Silco stepped out from the back, a book clutched in his hand. You looked at him, studying his face slowly. 

“How about you tell me.” You flicked your head towards him, and he raised an eyebrow. “Should I leave Alice here during the day?”

He grinned, and you could see his chipped tooth. “She’ll be fine here.”

That reassured you, and you quickly took another long sip from your drink.

So it was decided. While you went out to make whatever money you could, instead of locking Alice up in your tiny apartment you left her at the Last Drop, where Vander and Felicia would keep an eye on her.

You stood up, the barstool scraping, and went round to Alice. “Come on. It’s time to go home.” She stood up, handing you the crumpled piece of paper. It was a drawing of you both.

“This is lovely,” you cooed as you led her out of the bar, flashing the three a grateful smile as the door shut. And you took her home.

Over time you’d grown a maternal love for her. She kept your lonely self company, when Silco wasn’t around. And Felicia and Vander just weren’t the same. Seated in your cold apartment, you brushed through her tangled hair, shared a mediocre dinner, and went to bed.

Tangled in the sheets for warmth, she clutched your shirt. “Is mommy coming back?” She mumbled, half asleep yet still wide eyed. A sharp stab of guilt tore at your chest.

“No,” you whispered, and wrapped your arm around her, burying her into the crook of your neck. 

“Are you my mommy now?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart even more.

“Yes baby,” you reassured her. “You have me now.”

You both fell asleep.

-

“She thinks I’m her mother now.”

You took a drag of the cigarette, looking out over the rooftops. The sky was clear, azure blue hanging over you both like a blanket. Silco side-eyed you, reaching for the cigarette.

You turned and blew smoke in his face, making him recoil, and laughed at his face. He indignantly snatched the cigarette from you and took a flustered drag on it.

“Aren’t you?”

“Well I-“ you stared at him. “I don’t know. I guess I… stepped up.”

“Certainly,” he drawled, smoke wafting through the hair. You scooted closer to him and reached for the cigarette, fingers closing around his. He looked at you.

“I’ve been thinking,” you said quietly. “You’re sure she’s safe with Vander?”

He smiled softly, and let you take the cigarette from his hands. “I’m sure.”

“If anything happens to her, I’ll kill myself.”

The heavy words escaped you so easily you hardly noticed. Silco flinched, and put a hand on your knee, chuckling nervously.

“Please don’t.”

Your eyes flew to his hand. He snatched it away.

“Where have you been, Silco?” You asked, voice dropping low again. “I haven’t seen you in a week. And that hair-“ you moved to brush a lock of hair obscuring part of his face. “It’s getting in the-…”

He stared at you. “What?”

“Where did this come from?” You lightly poked the bruise, and he flinched, snapping his head away. “Silco.”

“You know people get into scrapes. It’s fine.”

“Right, but you don’t. And this looks bad.” Your fingertips traced down his cheekbone to the cut across his jaw.

“It’s fine, [name].” He grabbed your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“Just promise you’ll be safe.” You took a drag of the cigarette.

“Of course I do.”

You blew the smoke in his face and he frowned.

“Promise.”

He sighed, relenting. “I promise I’ll be safe.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and offered him the cancer stick. “Good,” you hummed contentedly, feeling him tense then relax beneath your cheek as he gingerly plucked it from your fingers.

You weren’t sure if he was holding up on the promise.

Days after that he’d return with more bruises, or simply not show up at all. You would stay up on the roof until it was time for you to leave, and wouldn’t find him at the Last Drop either. Vander and Felicia were rather unhelpful considering his whereabouts, and he refused to speak of them. Another evening of waiting on the roof, he arrived late.

You sat up, watching him slightly shake as he dropped down next to you. His lip was split.

“Silco.” Your voice was strained.

“What?” He sounded slightly breathless. “I made it.”

“What are you getting yourself into?” Your voice shook, and he blanched, shocked at the genuine worry in your tone. “Tell me the truth.”

“[name], I…”

“Please. You promised me.”

After a long moment of studying your face, he sighed. “You can’t tell anyone, [name].” You circled your arms around his.

“I won’t,” you pleaded. “Please.”

“I… I’m a member of a-“ he cleared his throat. “Resistance group.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“The Children of Zaun.”

He didn’t say anything more. You sat up straight, pulling away from him. “That’s it?” Your voice was a dangerous whisper. “That’s all you’ll tell me?”

“For your safety.” He sounded urgent. 

You stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. In truth, your heart was pounding with fear. For him. But then you nodded.

“Don’t die. If anything happens to you, I’ll kill myself.”

He seemed so sick at hearing those words you figured it would be enough to keep him cautious. 

“Now let me bum a cigarette.”

He relaxed, then chuckled, pulling out a pack. “You’ve bled me dry.”

“Don’t run dry then.” You watched as he placed one between his lips, and held out your lighter. He leaned into the flame. Pulled away. The lighter snapped shut. Inhaled. Moved the cigarette from his lips.

And blew the smoke in your face.

You coughed, shocked. “You- you bastard!”

But he was laughing.

You laughed too.

You leaned back into him. He let you.

“I know how much Zaun means to you,” you whispered. “I know you want a better place for the next generations.” You looked up at him, eyes saying one thing. But please be safe.

He stayed silent, looking back at you. And then he spoke softly. “Felicia’s pregnant.”

You sat up. “What?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Then- then who’s the father?”

“Connol.”

“Silco… this is…”

He looked at your unsure expression, and then held out the cigarette. “It’s good.”

You nodded. “It’s great.”

[moonperil6]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter One: The Voice in my Head is Laughing at me

Prev Chapter/Next Chapter

Warnings: Reader is struggling with a voice in her head, but that's it

Word count: 979

Listen to: The Horse and the Infant

“Alright my brothers, listen closely.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of Odyseus’s words.

“Tonight we make the Trojans pay. Ten years of war they’ve killed us slowly.”

You let yourself close your eyes, thinking of all the times you had been weak and starved and miserable. Oh, how badly you wanted to inflict all of those feelings on the Trojans.

“But now we’ll be the ones who slay.”

A smile played across your lips.

“Think of your wives and your… children.” Odysseus faltered a bit when his gaze caught on you. You didn’t have a husband or a significant other. You were alone except for him, Eurylochus, and Polites.

He quickly regained his composure. “Your families wonder where you’ve been.”

“They’re growing old and yet you’re still here. Do what I say and you’ll see them again.”

Your eyes flew open, revealing a determined look in your eyes as you said with the rest of the crew, “Yes sir!”

“Diomedes will lead the charge, Agamemnon will flank the guards. Menelaus will let our mates through the gates to take the whole city at large. Y/N will shoot any ambush attack, and little Ajax will stay back. Nestor, secure Helen and protect her. Neo, avenge your father, kill the brothers of Hector.”

You drew an arrow from your quiver and shot a grin at Ajax. You were an outstanding archer, but the job could get lonely at times. You were glad that Little Ajax would be keeping you company, even if he wasn’t helping. He smiled right back at you, visibly relaxing.

“Yes, sir!”

“Find that inner strength now.” Odysseus drew his blade, making a rather eerie sound. “Use that well of pride. Fight through every pain now. Ask yourself inside.”

He stalked through the lines, stopping in front of you and Eurylochus. “What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

You straightened, dipping your head in respect to your leader as you repeated the lines with the rest of the army, “What do you live for? What do you try for? What do you wish for? What do you fight for?”

Odysseus turned and you marched after him in turn with Eurylochus, who gave you a grim smile. “What do you live for?” You and your comrades said again.

“Penelope,” Odysseus murmured so softly in response, that only you and Eurylochus could possibly hear.

“What do you try for?”

“Telemachus.”

You drew your bow.

“What do you wish for?”

“I’m on my way.”

You notched your arrow.

“What do you fight for?”

“Attack!”

The men charged forward, while you picked your way to a higher vantage point. After a while, Polites joined you, guarding your back from stray swords and wild arrows. Your free hand gripped Little Ajax’s until you reached the top.

You let go of the small boy’s hand and taunt your bowstring. But instead of shooting, you glanced over your shoulder at Polites and offered your friend a small smile. “You should go now,” you said.

He shook his head. “Odysseus said to guard you, and I will.”

Your smile turned into an irritated scowl, but you turned your attention back to the battlefield below you; you knew there was no point in arguing.

You saw a man going to strike Neo while his back was turned. Coward, you thought bitterly, releasing the arrow. 

The arrow met its mark, as did all the others you shot. 

A couple of times Polites actually did come in handy, cutting away arrows that came whizzing toward you while your focus was mainly on the fight progressing below you. 

Each time he did this, you gave him such a genuinely grateful smile that it made his heart melt and his cheeks flush. Did you not know your own power over him when you smiled like that?

Suddenly everything was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

You followed all of the warrior’s gazes up to a balcony. The scene made you gasp.

There Odysseus stood, his face streaked with tears as he looked down at the bundle in his singular hand. The bundle hanging dangerously above a perilous drop. 

An infant.

For a moment Odysseus looked as if he might retract his hand and bring the baby back to his arms, but in this moment you had a second of clarity.

“This mere infant will grow into an avenger,” a voice spoke, clear as a running stream inside your head. While what it spoke of was so serious, the mysterious voice was followed up by a fit of giggles. “You must choose: kill the infant and save your friend, or don’t act and watch your king die. Consider carefully!” Then one last laugh and the voice in your head was gone.

You repositioned your bow, your fingernails digging into your palm as you aimed your arrow at the bundle, at the thin piece of fabric that Odysseus was dangling over a fatal drop.

“Y/N?” Polites asked. “What are you doing?”

Your only response was a soft whisper, “I’m sorry.” And then you shot.

Your arrow found its mark, tearing into the cloth that connected the swaddle to Odysseus’s hand. 

You watched the infant fall, faster and faster until it met the ground. Your heart fell with it as you dropped your bow and clutched your head.

“Y/N?” You faintly heard Polites’s voice. He was right next to you, wasn’t he? Why did it seem like he was calling from so far away?

“You can’t break now,” the voice from before entered your thoughts once more, without permission again. “You have to get up. Your friends still need you. The war may be over, but it’s not over for you. Get up.” Then, like the first time, the voice dissolved into obnoxious laughter.

[gabgabwrites]

LOLITA | Patrick Zweig

4 -> LIBERTY

summary ⇝ it’s hard to avoid your constant wet dreams, especially when they’re in the form of your neighbour, but you had hoped that the infamous American celebration and your brother in town would help subdue your ludicrous thoughts.

warnings ⇝ language, drinking, smoking, sexual themes! (FINALLY), fingering, cum eating, light choking, dirty talk(?), finger sucking, outdoor sex, mdni

Time had passed, and it was a couple of weeks since the talk between you and your dad. You'd been keeping true to your word, not going near Patrick. It had not been easy at all. Every time you heard his name or saw him from afar, a small part of you longed to walk up and talk to him. But you didn't, you stayed strong, determined to respect your dad.

On the bright side, your older brother was coming to visit, and as you prepared for his arrival, you found yourself looking forward to the distraction.

While your dad went down to the local corner store to get corn for your corn bread you offered to make, one of your two contributions to tomorrow's day of festivities, you waited on the swinging sofa on your porch for your brother. A family friend had offered to fetch him from the airport and drive him down to the park.

As you waited on the porch swing, your ears perked up at the sound of a car approaching. The familiar scent of gasoline and the low grumble of the engine signified your brother's arrival.

You stood up from the swinging chair and walked towards the driveway, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you. Your heart thumped in your chest as the car stopped, and the door creaked open, revealing your long-awaited brother stepping out.

He locked eyes with you and grinned, a familiar smile that instantly eased some of your nervousness. He sauntered over to you, wrapping you in a tight hug.

He was wearing his old college jersey, he was the only one who could afford it, the expensive cologne wafting into your nose. "I've missed you, Charlie." You mumbled into the fabric.

"Missed you more, sis," Charlie said, before removing his arms. "Is pa home?"

As he pulled away, a mix of affection and banter, you nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips. "He's grabbing some supplies at the corner store. He should be back soon."

You studied Charlie for a moment; there was something different about his appearance... The cologne, his clothes. It all added up, and your heart leaped in your chest. He saw your gaze, and a sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I take it you've noticed the changes, huh?" He chuckled, knowing that you weren't oblivious to his newly acquired finer taste in cologne and clothing.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a light punch in the arm. "Yeah, I have," you replied. "You look all grown up, all college-y and sophisticated."

Charlie laughed, rubbing his arm dramatically. "You're just jealous I finally look like a real adult." He flashed a cocky grin, clearly enjoying your reaction. You couldn't help but smile, the banter familiar and comfortable between you two.

"Oh okay, mister. Since you're all real adult now, you can help me start on my raspberry pie."

He raised an eyebrow playfully at your comment. "Yeah, just what every real adult wants: pie-making at the request of a younger sibling." Despite the lighthearted tone, he was clearly willing to go along with your request.

"You get it, now let's get your bags and then we can start, don't need to worry about jet lag." You said, walking to the car, greeting the family friend before going to the trunk. Once you had everything in the bags, you closed the trunk, taking a moment to look at your brother. "Ready to start on that pie, oh mighty adult?"

Charlie rolled his eyes. "So much attitude, but yes, let's go."

You laughed at his eye roll, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Alright, grumpy adult, follow me then.” You led the way into the house, your brother trailing behind you with his bags.

He set his belongings in the living room before following you into the kitchen. You gave him the job of picking the raspberries while you got the pots and pans ready to make the jam.

Charlie settled into his task, grabbing a basket and heading to the nearby raspberry bushes. once he picked each ripe berry, carefully placing it in the basket, he kept up the conversation. "So, any gossip I've missed while l've been gone?"

He asked as he walked inside, placing the decently full basket down by the sink to wash. You nodded. "Janice is pregnant with her sixth."

Charlie winced at your words and let out an exaggerated, sympathetic groan. "Sixth? Man, you'd think she'd slow down after the fourth, right?"

You snorted. "Ay, maybe it's some sort of an...interest, to have more kids. Oh, we also have a new neighbour." You kept it at that, you didn't want to say anymore.

You could practically hear the gears turning in his mind as you mentioned the new neighbor. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "New neighbor, huh? Anyone interesting?" Charlie leaned against the counter, clearly intrigued.

You turned to hide your flush while you poured sugar into the saucepan. "You can say, he isn't really around much."

Charlie's interest piqued even further, and he chuckled at your attempt to downplay whatever was clearly on his mind. "Not really around? Sounds mysterious," he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter. "I've got a feeling there's more to this guy than you're letting on."

You shook your head. "Nope, he's just a regular guy. His name's Patrick, and that's honestly all I know." You looked over to Charlie who began to mush the berries.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at your response, clearly unconvinced by your claim. "Come on, you can't expect me to believe that's all there is to this 'Patrick'," he gave you a knowing look, his expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "You're keeping something from me, I can tell."

You gave him a look. "He's new, and I don't know him well, we haven't spoken except when I greeted him once." You lord through your teeth, saved by the door opening, revealing your father, carrying two, small shopping bags

Your father entered the kitchen just in time, providing a welcome interruption to the conversation. He noticed the tension between you and Charlie, but didn't comment on it, simply focusing on unloading the groceries.

Charlie's gaze lingered on you for a moment before turning to your dad. "Hey Pa, how's things?"

Your dad looked up, a rare, broad smile on his face. "It's good, better now that you're back."

You rolled your eyes. "I don't know, Pa. He's a real adult now, he says, he does real adult things, like pick berries." You snicker.

Charlie chuckled at your sarcastic remark, amused by your attempt at banter. "Hey, don't knock berry-picking. It's harder than it looks."

Your dad let out a small laugh but then spoke up again. "Alright, both of you behave. Let's not start arguing already."

You turned the oven on, and started scooping the berries in the saucepan to make the jam. "We aren't, this is sibling love."

Your dad nodded, his smile widening slightly. "I know, I know. Just no arguing over who gets more pancakes again, okay?"

Charlie rolled his eyes at your dad, then turned his attention back to the jam. "Hey, I get the first pancakes, right?"

"Ha! You wish, I obviously because I'm dad's favourite."

Your dad let out an exaggerated gasp. "Who said I have a favorite, young lady? What a ridiculous idea."

Charlie snickered, clearly enjoying the banter. "Yeah, who would even suggest such a thing?"

You clicked your tongue, focusing on the jam. "Whatever, you two can leave, I'll make the pie and cornbread, go talk about women and sports or something."

Your dad's smile deepened, clearly enjoying the sibling banter. "Alright, alright, we'll give you some space then."

Charlie rolled his eyes at your words, a smirk on his face. "Women and sports? You've got it all wrong, we're grown men now. We discuss much more sophisticated topics."

A laugh bubbles from your chest. "Right, go talk about politics and berry picking."

Charlie fake gasped, playing along with the banter. "Excuse me, berry picking is a serious and manly discussion topic."

Your dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that, boys." The two disappeared leaving you to finish up the two dishes, and store them in the oven for tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow, it was the day of all American pride and glory; Independence Day, meaning you'd have yet another communal day together. This time it was a lunch and party situation, and was originally planned by your mother, before it got handed over to Lucia, the nimble, quiet lady who's close friends to Miss Higgins.

The next day came soon, and you felt ecstatic. The outfit you picked was perfect for the occasion: a gingham bikini top that provided a bit more coverage than your previous choice, paired with denim shorts and your cowboy boots. The red and blue ribbons in your braided hair added a touch of patriotic flair, tying in with the Independence Day spirit. It was a stylish and comfortable outfit, and you felt complete in it.

You looked in the mirror, studying your reflection, and a smile spread across your face. You were ready for the day ahead. You laughed at the sight of your brother's shirt, which was absolutely plastered with graphics of the American flag. It was a bit over-the-top, but that was part of the fun of the occasion. You couldn't help but find it amusing and a bit endearing.

After a somewhat of a long walk, carrying your two dishes, you found the party area where there were throw tables open in rows, and plastic chairs ok each side. Red, white and blue balloons were tied to some chairs, and a red, white, and blue table runner stretched down the length of each table, creating a lively and patriotic atmosphere. It was clear that the host had put in a lot of effort to make the day a celebration of Americana.

There was the familiar sight of neighbors gathering together, their voices mingling with the chatter of others in the distance, forming a collective hum of conversation.

Music played in the background, and the scent of food cooking wafted through the air like a promise of delicious sustenance. Everyone seemed relaxed and in good spirits, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together.

Everyone sat down, and you found yourself nestled comfortably between your brother and your father. In front of the crowd, Lucia stood on a chair, carefully balancing herself as she prepared to address the gathering. Her petite frame made it a bit comical, and you had to suppress a smile.

"I would just like to say a thank you for everyone's effort for today. It truly is lovely to be apart of a community so loving. I know Natalie would be extremely happy."

Her eyes found yours, your heart twisted at your mother's name, however, you managed to muster a small, forced smile in response to Lucia's words. The others in the crowd nodded and murmured in agreement, appreciating the sentiment.

"And it is thanks to her, that we get to carry out this tradition. But before we eat, l'd like to say a prayer." Lucia spoke, her voice clear and strong despite her precarious chair-sitting position. The other people in the group nodded and murmured in agreement, taking a moment to focus on the upcoming prayer.

You were about to put your head down when your eyes caught those that stared at you. Patrick had been lucky, or unlucky enough to sit in the same table as you, a few seats down. Your heart leaped at the eye contact. The brief eye contact made your heart skip a beat, and you had to take a quick, subtle breath to regain your composure.

He had an easy smile on his face, his gaze fixed on yours for a moment longer. There was an undeniable pull between you two, even from a short distance. The sight of him filled you with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

You rapidly blinked, turning your gaze down to your lap and try focus on the prayer. Despite your best efforts to divert your attention back to the prayer, the memory of the connection you'd shared with Patrick lingered in your mind. Your hands clutched the material of your shorts, and you did your best to concentrate on the prayer, but his presence kept nagging at the edges of your thoughts.

The prayer concluded, and you breathed a slight sigh of relief as the attention shifted to the vast array of food spread out before you. Your eyes widened as you spotted all the delicious options, from burgers and hot dogs to a variety of salads and sides.

You ate yourself full, you indulged in quite a few beers, and the combination made your words come out just a little bit slurred.

Your balance was also similar to that of a new born gazelle, it was ungraceful but you tried to maintain your posture as you walked, and mingled with other people.

"I'm afraid," you hiccuped, "I'm going to have to find," another hiccup, "a washroom, sorry." You apologized to your neighbor with a slight shake of your head before excusing yourself and moving towards the washroom. Each step brought a slight stumble, your balance still off from the combination of alcohol and food. Your head was starting to feel a bit fuzzy, and you couldn't help but laugh at yourself as you made your way towards the restrooms.

Your trailer was far down, worst case you'd go to the tucked away, communal toilet, but you didn't feel like maneuvering your way that far in your current state. You needed a bit of support to walk straight without stumbling, and the walk would be quite the challenge, given your balance and the alcohol in your system.

You walked until you collapsed onto something, onto someone. A gasp ripped from your throat as you were awkwardly splashed over someone's lap, trying to get up and apologising profusely.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Look at the state of you." The familiar grumble of a voice came from the person.

You quickly regained your bearings, sitting up straight on his thighs before hastily standing up. His words were sharp, but there was a hint of concern beneath the sarcasm. "Um, I should stay away..." you hiccuped, "From you, Pa's orders." You mumbled, though didn't bother to walk away, instead, standing in front of Patrick with an awkward angle to your shoulders.

Patrick had a smirk on his face as he studied you, taking in your slightly sloppy appearance. "Oh yeah? What was the order? 'Stay away from me’? Didn't seem to be too effective, did it?"

"I tried to, you're just in the way." You motioned to where he sat on a camping chair, behind a trailer while he smoked a cigarette, empty beer bottle next to him, before your hand dropped and another hiccuped rolled out from you.

Patrick chuckled at your attempt to shift the blame, his gaze never leaving your face. "In the way? I could say the same about you, stumbling into me like this," Patrick sat there. He took a drag, the smoke curling up around his face as he watched you with an amused expression. "Looks like the alcohol's hit you pretty hard, sweetheart. Can you even walk straight?"

You nodded. "Yeah, see?"

You began to walk in a short line, nearly tripping over your own two feet, landing you falling back onto Patrick, who in an instant, caught you effortlessly, holding you steady so you wouldn't fall to the ground. His strong arms wrapped around you, preventing you from tumbling over.

"You shouldn't touch me." You mumbled, fingers toying with the collar of his red shirt while the other was ok his shoulder.

Patrick chuckled, his grip on you remaining firm, steadying you against his chest. "Sure, sweetheart."

You fidgeted with the red fabric of his shirt, your fingers playing at the collar. He glanced down at your fingers for a moment before looking back up at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shook your head. "No, it’s not right," you muttered, taking the cigarette from his lips and holding it between your fingers. "This's not right." You repeated.

Patrick smirked, when you seized the cigarette from his mouth. He continued to hold you pressed against his chest, his strong arms securely around you. "Oh, I'm well aware that it's not right. But sometimes, things are more fun when they aren't."

He raised an eyebrow teasingly, looking down at you as you repeated your words of disagreement. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, straining to get them to look at his eyes again. "More fun..." you mumbled, a small pout forming on your lips. "…I still think about that day by the river."

"Yeah? And what, exactly, were you remembering from that day at the river, sweetheart?" His gaze followed the direction of your gaze, watching your eyes struggle to avoid his lips and return to his eyes instead. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for your response as his voice lowered slightly.

"How you touched me. How your thumb was in m'mouth." You looked down, ashamed.

A low laugh rumbled in Patrick's chest as you recalled the memory of his touches, his thumb lingering in your mouth. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he leaned in, his voice dropping an octave. "That day by the river. It has a tendency to linger in my mind as well, sweetheart."

Your eyes flicked up to his, they were dark and hazy as they stared back at yours. "I want you to do it again." You admitted.

He held your gaze, the intensity in his own widening. "Is that so?" His arms tightened their grip around you, drawing you closer, his voice a low, gruff whisper. "You want me to touch you, like I did at the river?"

"Please?" You whined.

"Please?" Patrick echoed, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he heard your needy whimper. He studied your face, watching the way your eyes pleaded with him, how your voice trembled slightly. It was hard to resist when you looked at him like that. "Hmm, I suppose I could oblige, sweetheart. But only because you asked so nicely."

His hand came up to your face, his thumb running gently over your lip, mimicking the movement it had made by the river. The pad of his thumb pressed against the fullness of your lip, tracing its shape.

"Like this?" Patrick murmured, his voice thick with want. He leant forward, bridging the tiny gap between you, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. His breath was warm against your skin, the words leaving his mouth a barely whispered husk.

You eagerly tipped your chin down to take his thumb between your lips, nipping at the tip before, this time, taking the whole digit past your lips, groaning out at the feeling, and letting your eyes flutter shut.

White, hot pleasure went through him, his breathing growing ragged. He was enjoying this far more than he should, the feeling of your mouth around his thumb, the way your eyes fluttered, the way you let out that low, guttural sound.

"Sweetheart..." He spoke quietly, the word a soft exhale in the quiet space between you. "That's it. Open for me sweetheart." His voice was a low and gruff, a commanding quality to the tone.

Patrick's head tilted to one side as he watched your mouth eagerly move against his thumb. It was clear that he wanted more, wanted to feel more of your lips against his skin, but he was waiting, letting you take control for the moment.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Take your time." His gaze never left your mouth, his thumb pressing a little harder against your tongue.

So, you began to suck his thumb with a bit more vigour, head bobbing up and down while you gave him a very picturesque sight.

Patrick's breathing grew even rougher, a low and guttural groan rumbling in his chest as he worked his thumb further in your mouth, until his other fingers hooked onto your head, drawing you nearer.

Daringly, you let your eyes open, pupils meeting his, your eyes connecting with his dark, lustful eyes. He met your gaze without blinking, his own pupils dilated.

Patrick's fingers gently tightened their grip in your hair, tucked underneath a plait, tugging your head back slightly, exposing your throat.

He studied your face for a moment, his gaze tracing every feature, from your rosy, glossed lips to the way your throat bobbed under your skin.

Patrick drew closer, his breath hot against your skin. "You're a sight to see, sweetheart. All wrapped up in my fist and on my lap," You gave him a small grin, thumb still in your mouth. "Keep looking at me like that and I won't be able to keep my hands to myself for much longer, sweetheart."

You whimpered at the thought, your fingers tugging harder at his collar.

"Ah, that's it, sweetheart. Pull at me." Patrick felt your fingers tugging at his collar, at the fabric of his shirt. He held your gaze, watching the way your pupils darkened at his words. He could feel the heat rising through him, wanting to feel your touch, wanting to feel your body against his.

He was becoming increasingly impatient, and the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his thumb wasn't helping.

"Looking up at me," he paused for a moment, his breath catching, "mouth wrapped around my thumb." Patrick leant in, his voice a low rumble in his chest. He could feel heat coursing through him, a need for you growing with each second.

You gave his thumb one hard suck before removing your lips, a string of saliva connecting them to his thumb.

The sound echoed through the small space between you, the sight of your mouth trailing an invisible thread of saliva to his thumb sending a jolt through him.

Patrick released your head from his grip, watching you with darkened eyes as he reached up to wipe the saliva away from his finger. You felt more brazen with alcohol in you, so with a ragged breath in, you leant in close. "Remember at river day when you asked me if I had sinful thoughts, and I said yes?"

He looked down at you, his expression shifting to one of curiosity and lust, the answer to your question was enough to spark his attention. "I do indeed remember that question, sweetheart."

You swallowed, your bottom lip brushing his small beard. "I think about you, I've thought about you since that day. Sinful thoughts... bad, bad thoughts…"

Patrick's gaze darkened, the lust in his eyes growing stronger at your admission. He leant in closer, his body tensing as he drew you closer, pressing you against his chest once again. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging on it gently. "Oh, sweetheart," he rumbled in response, his voice dropping an octave, "I've thought about you as well."

"Tell me, tell me please? I'll tell you what I've thought."

Patrick held your gaze, his body still pressed close against yours, his hand still hooked in your hair. He hummed, a low and gruff sound in his chest, as he looked down at you, studying your face. He let out a sigh, his voice a gruff whisper. "You want to know what l've thought about? You really want to hear it, baby?"

You eagerly nodded, shifting your hips and trying to ignore the bulge pressing into your thigh. "Yes." You breathed.

Patrick watched you for a moment, taking a breath to steady his mind. He was struggling to control himself, the feeling of you against him and the words that followed were beginning to wear down his sanity.

"I've thought about you, a lot," he began, his voice a low whisper, his mouth close to your ear. "About the way you look at me, and the way you feel against me. I've thought about what it would be like to actually kiss you. I've thought 'bout those lips, on mine..." he glanced over at you, seeing you tentatively listen. "About them prettily sucking my cock, I thought about using you, fucking this cunt so many times."

You gasped at his utterly vulgar words, feeling something stir in your lower belly as he spoke, something thick and hot coil in your tummy that burnt hot like coal.

Patrick chuckled, the sound low and gruff. "Oh, there's that noise I like to hear..." He reached up and cupped your chin, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. "Did you like that, baby?"

"Yes, I do," you said, an aroused tone in your voice. "I've thought about all those to, about your fingers," you moved to toy with his fingers. "On me, in me. I've...I've thought about your... your cock too." Heat flashed in your cheeks as you spoke.

Patrick couldn't hide the smirk that pulled at his lips at your words. His eyes darkened, the desire within him growing, fueled by your confession of thoughts. "You've thought about my fingers, my cock, have you?" He let out a low, gruff laugh, his hand wrapping around your wrist, stopping your movements. "You've thought about them where exactly, sweetheart?"

You leant back, grabbing his wrist and moving to towards you, until his fingertips brushed the seam of your shorts. "Here." You told him.

His breath caught, the air in the small space suddenly feeling far too thick and hot. Patrick's eyes darkened, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as he felt your words and the movement of your hand. He watched as you moved his fingers, his eyes tracing the path they made.

"Here?" He repeated, his voice a low, gruff whisper. "You want my fingers here, sweetheart?"

He pushed up, the action was only slightly felt, but it was enough to have you choke on a gasp. "Y-Yes, and more."

Patrick felt the way you gasped and the sound was like music to his ears. He relished in it, relished in having that sort of power over you. He held your gaze with a heated look.

"More?" he repeated, the word rough, almost predatory in tone. He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear. "Like what more, sweetheart?"

"You know." You were to shy to say, hips trying to shift on his hand, your gaze drifted to the side while you gave him a small, bashful smile.

"I know?" Patrick feigned confusion, his voice a low, gruff rumble, as he tightened his grip on your wrist, keeping his fingers against the seam of your shorts. "Use your words."

You glanced to your side, not seeing anyone before turning back to Patrick. "In me, I think about your fingers in me a lot, how they’d fill me, feel me."

Patrick chuckled softly at your words, the sound low and huskier than before. He knew what you were referring to, knew exactly what you wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. He held his breath for a second, watching as you glanced away, the sight of you looking so shy bringing a small pang of affection through him.

"Is that right, hm?" He continued, his hand still in your wrist. "You think about my fingers..." he began, "Here?" He moved his fingers up, enough to pinch your zipper and bring it down, enough to give him space to slip the tips of his fingers past the fabric and find your soiled underwear.

You moaned at the contact, fingers clenching around his wrist before releasing it and planting both hands on his shoulders. "Further...in."

That sent another glimmer of arousal through Patrick, his fingers curling up in response. Patrick savoured the way his fingers made contact, feeling the way your body responded, the sound of your moans in his ears. A grin split on his lips, feeling your hips push back onto his hand. "Someone's eager." He murmured, his voice gruff but still carrying a tone of amusement.

"Someone might see." You whined, thighs clenching when you felt his other finger brush the side of your underwear, where your leg met your cunt, having you shiver and lean forward, pressing your face into his chest.

"They won't see," Patrick replied, his voice still low and gravelly. He chuckled slightly as he felt you clench, the sound of it muffled by his chest. "Look around, sweetheart. Nobody's here."

"They can hear, someone might hear. Oh, god, what would Pa think?"

He snorted, the sound coming out a gruff chuckle. "What would your father think, indeed," he replied. His hand moved in a circular motion, his focus remaining on the task at hand, but he couldn't help the teasing tone in his voice. "Don't worry sweetheart. This will be our little secret."

Patrick had to bite back a groan when he decided to shift your panties to the side, feeling your bare arousal drip onto his fingers.

He watched your expression closely, studying the way you responded to his touch, the sounds you made, the way your body trembled slightly.

Patrick let out a low, guttural sound in his chest, the sight and sensation stirring something within him. He moved his free hand to the front of your jaw, his grip firm but gentle. "You really are sensitive, sweetness..." He rumbled.

Your fingers curled and you whimpered when his finger dipped no less then half an inch into your weeping hole, the thought of him being there drove you wild, and the feeling of him pushing the boundary of being there made you more wild, bucking your hips down. "A little more, Patrick."

"Impatient, are we?" He teased, a hint of amusement in his voice, his other hand gently stroked your back. "I'm just as eager as you, sweetheart, but l've got manners." He murmured into your hair.

Patrick dragged his finger out before pushing it back in, this time to the second knuckle, another finger dancing at the edge of your hole, waiting to join. You sighed out, melting into him as you relished him working you open.

"There, now does that feel better?" He teased, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

He could feel the way your body relaxed into his, the sound of your sighing, the heat between you growing as he continued his slow, deliberate movements.

"Almost." You rasped out, gasping when his finger bent, pushing against that one sensitive, spongy spot within you.

"Almost?" He repeated, his tone a mixture of amusement and gruff determination. He felt the way you tensed when his finger bent, how you gasped, and he couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips. "You want more, darling?"

"I want it all," you mumbled, mind beginning to haze as a second finger pushed in, making you wince, but craze it more. "Please?"

Patrick chuckled softly at your response, loving the way you were starting to come apart beneath his touch.

"Oh sweetheart, you're so impatient, aren't you?" He purred, his hand stilling for a moment, as he watched your reaction. "You want more?Then I'll give it to you, baby," he replied, his voice a gruff, gravelly murmur. "Lift that pretty little head off my chest," he continued, his hand moving up to gently grasp your chin. "Look at me."

You raised your head and looked at Patrick with low, sultry eyes that held a sense of eagerness to them.

"Good girl," he said, his free hand coming up to caress your face. "I want you to relax, okay baby?"

"Okay." You mumbled as you shifted, your body adjusting into a comfortable position. Patrick could see the eagerness in your eyes, and it made his heart skip a beat. He moved, his hand still on your chin, holding your gaze.

"That's it, just like that, sweetheart," he murmured, his gruff tone filling the space. "Just relax. You trust me?"

You looked deep into his eyes for solidarity, the dark hues swirling honey in the light. "Yes, I...l trust you."

"That's my sweet girl," he murmured, his voice a low, gruff rumble. "I'm gonna give you just what you want, now."

He pulled his wrist back before he sunk two of his fingers in you, the thick digits giving you a pleasurable pain.

Patrick looked down at you, his eyes locked on your face, his gaze burning with a dark intensity. He noticed the look in your eyes, the way they were filled with trust, and it filled that feeling within him even more. "Perfect," he murmured, his tone soft. "That's my sweetheart."

Your head tipped back as you moaned when he began to piston his fingers in and out of you, the sopping, wet squelches of your cunt and your breathy moans filling your ears.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a gruff mix of arousal and awe. "Imagine what your poor daddy would think if he saw his little girl getting finger fucked by her old neighbour. The one she couldn't stay away from."

You moaned, the feeling of his palm pushing past your folds to nudge against your aching and neglected bundle of nerves. "Patrick," you moaned. "Don't talk about—shit!" You gasped when his fingers coiled inside you.

He smiled slightly at your moans, the sound of his name on your lips adding to his growing arousal. "What? Got something to say, baby?" He grunted.

You looked down at him with a pout on your lips, an upset look to your face before it began to melt into one that showed the effect he was having on you, eyes rolling back and jaw slacking into something more submissive. He reveled in the sight of you, the way the effects of his touch were clearly taking toll on you.

Your back arched, giving you the space to grind back onto his fingers, revelling in how they felt inside you. "Mm, Patrick... feels good."

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a gruff, low and reverberating in your ears. "Use my fingers how you like." Patrick's words send a shiver down your spine, the effect he had on you intensifying with each passing second.

"Patrick, I..." your voice caught a breath, your mind going hazy. "Please?"

He mulled over the way you spoke, your voice breaking as you reached the limits of your self-control. He knew you were struggling, on the verge of begging for what you wanted, what he knew you needed.

"Please, what, baby?" he asked, his voice a teasing murmur. "Use your words." You felt yourself teetering on the edge of the cliff of pleasure, your mind swirling with need, with a desperate want so vivid it almost hurt. You needed him, you wanted him, and you knew he knew it.

You just needed to say the words. "Patrick, I... I need you, I need you, I need you. Please..."

Patrick watched as the battle waged within you, the internal struggle of desire and restraint clear on your face. He could see the desperate want in your eyes, the way you were teetering on the edge of control. "Please, what?" he prompted, his tone gruff, a mix of amusement and frustration.

Patrick found out he loved pushing you just like he was doing now. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, teetering on the edge of the precipice you were on. And yet, you weren't there. You hadn't begged him, you hadn't given in completely.

Patrick felt your body tense with desperation, the need so palpable that he could almost taste it in the air. He smiled, his voice a low, gruff rumble.

"Come on, baby. Say it."

You gasped out, a warm fire licked between your legs, your lower tummy bubbling over. It was clear you hadn't been touched in a long, long time.

"Please, Patrick? Help...help me cum?"

He watched as you spoke, the way your voice quivered and broke, the sound of your plea so desperate, so genuine. And yet, it hadn't quite been enough. He needed to hear your need.

"Say my name, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice a soft rumble in the silence. He could feel the tension in you, the way your body was tensing, begging for release. "Come on, baby, and I will."

"Patrick, Patrict, Patrick, oh!" Your mouth fell open when his teeth latched onto the sensitive part of your neck and he slipped his fingers out, focusing purely on your bundle of nerves and he drew practiced circles on them that had your hips uncontrollably jerk, adding to the pleasure.

Patrick watched as the sound of his name spilled from your mouth in a litany, a mantra. His tongue lapping over your bruised neck as he pinched and tweaked at your bundle of nerves, hearing your voice crescendo and forte, it was a surprise that no neighbor had come rushing.

"Mm, Patrick, I'm...'m... fuck!" Your toes curled and your body shook as you unraveled on his fingers, soaking his fingers and your shorts.

He loved the way you moaned his name, the way you gasped and writhed, his fingers not stopping as he worked you through your orgasm, watching you sputter and shake, slowly coming down from your high.

Patrick slipped his fingers out, coated in your honeyed slick. Greedily, he sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. Slobbering and drooling just from how sweet you tasted. You watched with droopy eyes, mouth agape and transfixed on his lips.

He looked up at you as he pulled his fingers from his lips, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. He was watching you intently, drinking in the sight of you.

Patrick saw the way you looked at him, your mouth hanging open while your eyes seemed to glaze over in pleasure. "Enjoying the view, baby?" He asked, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded stiffly, eyeing the shimmer of your cum on his bottom lips, leaning forward and sucking it off, his beard scratching your chin. The sensation of your tongue and lips over his own sent a shiver down his spine, the mixture of the taste and the feel of your mouth sending a jolt of arousal through him.

Patrick loved the way you responded, the way you took control for a moment, and he couldn't help the small shudder that wracked his body. "You're so damn dirty, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice gruff but soft. "So fucking dirty."

His hands found your hips and sanctioned on them, tongue pushing past your lips and rolling against yours.

Patrick could feel the heat between you building again, the way your bodies instinctively moved together, seeking more contact. He tightened his grip on your hips, pulling your body flush against his, as he deepened the kiss. He could feel your tongue against his, the way it moved and responded, the kiss growing more intense and heated.

You gasp, a thought infiltrated your mind, as you pulled back. "I...I have to go. Pa might come looking for me." You sulked. Patrick saw the look in your eyes, the way you suddenly pulled away.

He could sense your hesitation, the conflict between your desire and your responsibility. He felt a pang of disappointment but tried to hide it, his brow furrowing slightly.

"You're right, you should probably head home." He said, his voice a bit gruff, a little bit of a tinge of disappointment there.

That's when you remembered that Patrick wasn't paid any pleasure, at least, not in the way you hoped, you looked down, seeing the boulder of a bulge in his jeans, fingers itching to touch it. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't help, you must be upset."

He watched as you looked down, noticing the way your eyes locked on his jeans, on the very obvious bulge there. Patrick couldn't help the small jolt of arousal that went through him at the sight of your fingers twitching, longing to touch him.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he replied, his voice a gruff rasp. "I'm alright."

You slowly nodded. "I did want to see you, by the way. I was forced not to, but I'll try see you, we'll have to sneak around Pa and everyone else, and my brother... he arrived yesterday."

Patrick nodded back, understanding. He knew the difficulty of your situation, the way you were caught between your desires and your familial obligations. "That's a tricky situation, baby," he replied, his voice a low, gruff rumble. "But I understand. We'll figure it out, alright?"

You nodded, sighing softly when he pulled you in by the back of the neck and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Okay, yeah, but I do have to go." You winced when you climbed off his lap, zipping your shorts up and ignoring how they stuck to your thighs.

"I know, baby." He said, his voice a low rasp. "You gotta go."

"Don't forget to keep your door unlocked," you checked over your shoulder before looking back at Patrick. "See you then?"

Patrick nodded, his eyes glued to you as you spoke. He watched as you checked over your shoulder before looking back at him, your eyes locking with his. "I won't forget, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight." He replied, his voice a hoarse, low rumble.

"Bye now." You gave him a small wave.

He returned your wave, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was reluctant to let you go, even as he knew you had to leave. But he knew he had to let you go, no matter how much he wanted to keep you there, with him. "Bye, sweetheart." Patrick said, his voice gruff. And you waited hours to go by, having something to be excited about, so soon.

You were going to go visit your clandestine lover, one way or another. 

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[aek1ra]

Paris | Mark Lee

Pairing boyfriend!mark x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Mark, gets the offer of a lifetime but it means moving to Paris. Is this the start of a new future in a new city or where a great romance goes to die in the city of love.

Genre: angst, no warnings I think. Giselle and the rest of the æspa members play a small role.

Word count: 2,458

All stories are the property of © aek1ra, please do not copy, repost or translate without my permission. Thank you for your cooperation.

Friday

“I can’t stay here and be single for you, you’re my best friend why can’t you just be happy for me” you whisper shout at her in the middle of the crowded streets of Manhattan. “I am happy for you, I just don’t want you to regret this decision in the future-” she takes a deep breath and continues “look all I’m saying is that you’ve given up a lot for this relationship and this is one more thing he’s asking you to give up. Moving to Paris isn’t your dream y/n you’re chasing after him.” 

You heard her loud and clear, in fact you knew exactly what she was talking about. As much as you hate to admit you had been thinking the same thing for weeks now but how could you let him go. He was the missing puzzle piece, no he was the image you’re left with after the puzzle is completed. You had everything a girl in her mid twenties could ask for, the apartment in your dream city, the expensive shoes, the dream job and the dream boy. or at least you thought. No, you did and besides you’re not giving up your dream you’re simply moving it across an ocean. Yes, they have nice apartments in Paris, expensive shoes and people read magazines everywhere. It would take some time to find a job and some friends but once you got settled things would be the same, right? 

“I heard you, now let's drop this conversation I already quit my job and besides we leave tomorrow” you retort, taking a sip of your coffee hoping the warm beverage will help the lies come out smoother. She doesn’t say anything for a moment in fact you forget she’s even there. 1 beat 2 beats. “You weren’t even going to say goodbye to us? You can quit your job, throw away your shoes, hell even your hopes and dreams for some boy, but are we, am I that disposable to you.” pause “Actually you know what never mind, forget I said anything. Have a nice life y/n” 

3 beats, 4 beats. And with that you were left in the silence again except this time she really was gone. 

You walk into your shared apartment anxiously toying with your keys, the previous conversation replaying in your mind. 

“Baby your home, can you help me with the-” he stops mid-sentence seeing the tears well up in your eyes. 

“Hey what’s wrong? Things didn’t go well with Aeri, I take it?” you nod finally letting the tears you’d been holding all night cascade down your face. Mark is quick to pull into his chest, one arm around your waist pulling you in close, rubbing circles on your back. “She hates me. I don’t know why she can’t see things from my point of view. Everyone but her is happy for us, she’s my best friend and her opinion means the world to me. I mean she was my best friend.” you say in between sobs. 

He continues to listen as you drone on about her not understanding your feelings under the soft glow of the fluorescent lights. 

You were going to tell them, you did plan on saying goodbye but everything happened so fast. Mark had gotten offered the deal of a lifetime last week and asked you to move with him. Although it was sudden you couldn’t imagine your life without him. And with the long list of things you had to get done before the move like; putting the apartment up for sale, handing in your notice at work, packing, passports, visas,  you simply forgot to deliver the good news to your family and friends. 

When you called your parents this morning they expressed their excitement seeing you going on this adventure, truthfully they were just happy you’re happy, they know just how much you and Mark love each other. The other girls, Jimin, Minjeong and Yizhuo were all happy for you even if you knew deep down they had the same reservations as Aeri. She was the only person who didn’t seem to understand, or the only one not cowardly enough to say it out loud. She’ll come around eventually, right? 

After 15 minutes of effectively soaking your boyfriend's t-shirt he breaks the silence “come on” he starts as he cups your face softly in his hands wiping the last of the tears away, “let's get you to bed, we still have a few things to do before our flight tomorrow”. And with that you let him lead you to the bedroom thoughts of your friendship pushed to the back of your mind as the excitement and slight anxiety takes over. 

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Sunday morning, First day in Paris

Before you knew it you were in Paris, standing in the lobby of the infamous Ritz Carlton. The company had booked a 5 night stay for you both while the deal was being finalised. Mark went off to get your room key while you stood admiring the crystal chandelier hanging above you. It was mesmerising, dazzling, the main star, the sun, the other lights danced around. He was standing at the front desk a few steps away, the lights above him creating a spotlight on him. There he was, your crystal chandelier, your sun and you were his earth quietly, forever orbiting around him. 

“Hey” his voice snaps you out of your haze, “let’s head up stairs yeah” he takes your hand in his, the sound of hurried footsteps and soft giggles are all that's left as you both disappear into the elevator.

Ding!

You come to a stop on the top floor, the Imperial suite. The view up here was stunning. Breathtaking. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, every morning you would be waking up to two of the most beautiful views, the Eiffel tower and your boyfriend. 

Thump. There it was, that feeling again, you had been feeling this pang in your heart, a sort of longing like something was missing. If you were being honest you had been feeling this since your talk with Aeri yesterday, more specifically after she left standing alone outside your apartment. 

The faint sound of a phone ringing pulls you out of your thoughts, you watch your boyfriend talk to someone on the phone, probably his manager. 

 “Right now?”

“No, that's fine I’ll be there. Can you give me 20 minutes? I'll shower and meet you at the studio.” he hangs up the phone making his way towards you. He stands in front of you staring in your eyes, “I’m so sorry I know we said we would spend the day together before I got too busy. But I promise you I’ll be back before 7, we’re still on for dinner right beautiful?” 

Mhm. You hum in response planting a quick peck on his lips “don’t worry about me I’ll go shopping for our date tonight.” 

To be quite honest you were upset it hadn’t even been 24 hours and he was already too busy for you. Who were you kidding, did you really think it would be different, Manhattan to Paris the only change was your address. Maybe he just had no more room in his life for you. No, it sounded urgent, probably something with the contract, a typo or something. You’re a big girl, you can spend the day alone in the hotel room, or better yet go out and buy yourself a new dress for dinner tonight. 

“Besides I think I’ll go out and check out the stores around the area” he gives you one last squeeze before letting go and making his way into the shower. 

Tshhh

The sound of the shower water interrupts the quiet of the room, wishing the water could just wash away all your worries.

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Saturday night  

Standing in front of the mirror admiring yourself in the strapless Versace dress you purchased earlier on. The sneaking suspicion that Mark wasn’t going to make it home starts to creep up on you. He was always doing that, making plans with you and cancelling at the last minute, sometimes not even showing up and forgetting to call. You know how important his work is to him and how crazy his schedule can get sometimes. At the start of your relationship he made a point to always let you know if he was going to be late, sending flowers on the days he misses a date. But as time went on the flowers and calls started to slow down eventually coming to a stop. I mean you knew he didn’t mean to, you didn’t need gifts to know that he never meant to forget you, he never meant to keep you waiting. 

The clock finally strikes seven and you’re sitting on the small couch at the end of the hallway, opposite the front door. Dazedly staring at the front door willing it to open, like a puppy waiting for its owner to return. Seven o’clock becomes eight, eight becomes nine, eventually it's Ten and you tire of waiting around so you decide to head to bed. 

It’s a quarter to Midnight when Mark returns, you spent the past thirty minutes tossing and turning, head full of questions, where could he be, was he alone, was he even thinking about you. He walks into the room, no he stumbles in knocking over a few perfume bottles that were on the dresser. You feign sleep, you're suddenly hit with the smell of alcohol. The bed dips next to you and soon enough you feel this lips on your cheeks, a quick bittersweet lingering kiss. The smell of alcohol is so overpowering you start to get dizzy. You feel a new emotion, not hurt, not disappointment, not hurt, but for the first time ever you were angry at him. While you were worried sick that he could’ve been somewhere out there lost in this foreign country where neither of you speak the language, or worse out dead in a ditch somewhere he was out drinking. Mark could be careless, inattentive, forgetful whatever you want to call it but never was he stupid. 

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Monday morning 

The sun rose at 7 this morning, you hadn’t slept at all last night, thoughts of what your future would look like if you decided to live here with him. Mark starts to stir in his sleep, finally waking up. He wraps his  arms around your waist, pulling you towards his chest murmuring a quick  “good morning beautiful”. When you don’t respond he shifts slightly, lifting his head off the bed to get a good look at your face. 

“Baby, hey I’m sorry time just got away from me-” he starts, but you think it's pointless listening to the same speech you’ve heard all these nights before. Mark was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, that is when he’s not too consumed by his work. You see for him everything else would always come second to his love for music, and maybe one day you would be strong enough to handle that truth. 

“Don’t worry about it. I forgot myself” you interrupt him before he can finish, “You have to get going, you’re going to be late for your important meeting.” you say albeit a bit too venomously for your liking, quickly sliding out of the bed and opting to sit by the window. 

“y/n” he starts but decides against it, instead deciding to give you your space. 

At 8:30am you hear the door to your room close signalling Mark has left for the day. You guys barely spoke to each other at breakfast, a silent dance of tension. Every few minutes you’d shoot him a soft smile in an attempt to show him you’re not mad, or in an attempt to lie to yourself. 

You had planned on going to see the cute cafes today while Mark was at his meeting, but after the events of last night you decide to stay in and wallow in self pity. Plus you have to console yourself before the dinner tonight with some music company executive that Mark kept droning on and on about on the flight over. You know this dinner is super important for his deal and no argument between the two will get in the way of that. So you swallow your hurt and anger, and decide to waste your time watching some random French drama. 

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Monday night 

At exactly 7pm Mark walks int through the front door. Of course he’s always 

The happy couple, you walk hand in hand into the restaurant. Mark’s manager greets you guys at the door, ushering you both to join the rest of the party inside.

 “Mark, I want you to meet Mr. Devon” his manager announces pushing Mark towards the older gentlemen. 

As he let go of your hand for what felt like the millionth time, your picture perfect dream was starting to crumble all around you. All the painful memories, all the nights he left you waiting around for him, all the times he put his work, friends, colleagues before you, all the broken promises and forgotten dates.. Yes, forgotten, like you had forgotten your friends like they were something to check off a to-do list. But at the end of the day, you couldn’t blame him, not really, no. Mark, he was only chasing after what was important to him, and that wasn’t you, not anymore.

With your head hung low, you quietly make your way to your seat. 

Once Mark is done making the rounds saying his hellos, he takes his seat next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. And as you stare aimlessly down at your interlocked fingers, you catch a glimpse of the classouses on his hands from hours and hours of strumming his guitar mindlessly while writing lyrics. It then becomes painfully obvious to you, you don’t belong here, at least not with him, not now, it was time for you to let go, let him run as fast and far as he can, chasing after his dreams. Slowly removing your hand from his you plant a soft kiss on his cheek letting your lips linger for a second before you whisper your last words of the night to him  “I love you, I’m sorry for doing this to you tonight but I wish you the best Mark”. You walk out of the restaurant refusing to look back, too afraid that one look into his beautiful tear filled irises would make you crumble on the spot. 

Au revoir mon amour, if the universe wills it surely we’ll meet again. 

(Note: Hi 👋🏽 if you’ve made it this far thank you so much for reading for first ever fic. I started writing this based on Carrie & Miranda’s argument and then just let the story take me where ever. I’m thinking of maybe giving it a part 2, what do you think?)

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian meets Swamp Thing

Context: This is based on one of the canon's but I do like this one the most. Absorbing the memories of the dead person you think you are has always been a fascinating trope. Plus Damian wanting to help out villains he finds interesting is just heroic and sweet thing for him to do.

Alec (Swamp Thing): Hey, little dude. Awesome to meet a new Robin! I really love the representation. We need more diversity in the Bat League.

Batman: I have heroes of other races—wait, I’m going to stop there before I say something inappropriate.

Damian, dressed in his Robin suit, chuckled at his father's embarrassment.

Alec: It’s cool, Batman. I get you. You’re a cool hero, and you seem to take care of these kids. Ivy really likes one of them a lot.

Batman: I’m painfully aware of that.

Alec: I was thrown off by it too. Back to the little dude—Robin, I love this suit. Rock on, little dude!

Damian smiled, his head down. Batman cleared his throat to remind the young Robin to focus on why they were there. Robin nodded, preparing to speak.

Damian: Mr. Swamp Thing—

Alec (in a chill tone): You can call me Alec. Swamp Thing is what my enemies call me.

Damian (slightly surprised): Oh, so we're not enemies?

Alec: Nah, you’re friends with Ivy's girlfriend, and she’s pretty chill. Ivy seriously needed that kind of positive vibe.

Damian nodded with a prideful smile, then glanced at his father, subtly rubbing in that another villain liked him. Batman rolled his eyes and waved a hand for his son to hurry up.

Damian (to Alec): I agree, sir. This conversation is going well, and I hope not to offend you, but I was curious about one thing: Are you a former human turned into a swamp creature, or a sentient plant that has absorbed all of Alec's memories?

Damian placed his hands behind his back, waiting for an answer, while Batman heaved a heavy sigh, too embarrassed to speak.

Batman (to himself): I would've gotten to the point already.

Alec (surprised): Oh… wow. I haven’t been asked that in a long, long time.

Damian: Is it okay if I ask? Batman said it was wildly inappropriate and you'd "go berserk" if I asked that, and then I wouldn’t be able to ask any further questions. Right, Batman?!

Damian looked up at his father, who remained silent, covering his eyes in frustration and holding his head down.

Damian: I think that means yes. My apologies, Alec, I’m a curious child. I love to learn about criminals or former criminals such as yourself. I'm not going to judge you or anything.

Alec: You're okay, little Robin. I accepted what I am a long time ago. I couldn’t deal with humans, though; that’s why I live here, surrounded by the swampy foliage—meditating and stuff like that. My 'birth' is odd, to say the least. I’m a hundred percent plant, but I absorbed most of the original Alec's memories. The poor guy died in the explosion that created me, and his body sank deep into a swampy marsh. After going through an existential crisis, I searched for him and buried his body in a better spot.

Damian: Oh... that's quite the bittersweet origin story. It’s reassuring to see you’ve had good personal growth since then.

Batman (chiming in, exasperated tone): Robin, he killed so many people and almost created plant zombies.

Damian: And you invite Red Hood over for Thanksgiving; you have no room to talk.

Alec laughed, then sighed with a smile.

Alec: Yeah, don’t worry; I’m not doing anything evil anymore. I did some goon work for a few years and worked with Ivy, but I’m retired now. I enjoy spending my days chillaxing here, keeping my zen in check. Gotta make sure to avoid toxic outlets, you know?

Damian: I do. I'm not giving up my iPhone, but I get it. I'm glad you've reached that level of enlightenment; you can reject my offer. Thing is, I helped out Mr. Freeze and was wondering if you needed any assistance?

Alec smiled and shook his head.

Alec: While I appreciate you wanting to help, I'm good.

Damian: Hm, are you sure? I can do a lot, especially with my dad's money. Batman knows my dad; he can help, right, Batman?!

Batman (deadpan): Trust me, when I talk to your father, you’re going to be so grounded.

Damian (chuckling): Worth it.

Alec (crossing his arms): How about this? If I do need something from you guys, you'll be the first I contact.

Damian: That works. Here’s a phone to make it easier to reach me. It’s solar-powered, so there’s no need to charge it like a regular cell phone. It’s waterproof and gets reception in this bayou. My number is on there, along with Ivy's, Harley's, and Batman's.

Batman (angry): I told you not to involve me in this!

Damian (gritting his teeth): You know my rich father, so you're helping!

Batman: Okay, fine. I’m going to the car, and we’re having a talk when we drive home.

Batman walked off as Damian handed the phone to Alec. Alec took it with a genuine smile, surprised.

Alec: I have to say, I’m not too into these cell phones. They’re bad for the environment and the mind. But this seems like a pretty simple touchscreen. Thanks, kid.

Damian gave a thumbs up.

Damian: It’s what heroes do. All right, Batman is ready to go. See you around, Alec.

Damian put up the hood on his suit and walked off as Alec opened a music app on the phone.

Alec (smiling): Huh, the kid's not that bad.

[brokenpieces-72]

could we please get a part two for the lion!reader x horangi fic? 🙏🙏

Yes you can. You also get a little treat because why not.

Leo

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

Why did you have to be nervous, he was going to bug you about it as soon as he saw you. It was embarrassing enough that you were here. Come on, you’re a lion, buck up. You straighten, and take a deep breath, puffing out your chest. It was just a thank you get together. You had enough money to set proper boundaries and even get your siblings a better situation as well. Horangi had stepped in, and helped you, you owed him at least some food.

“You are up.” A cocky voice said. You looked up and saw a familiar face. Or at least you recognized the voice. Horangi had his neck warmer over his mouth and nose, and wearing glasses. He blended in perfectly with the rest of them, clothed in jackets, gloves and hats. You yourself had your leather jacket on and your scarf. Horangi looked well enough. You swore you could see his cheeky grin even with it covered.

“Did I say I wasn’t?” You asked.

“You said sure I’ll take you for food when we’re in the same neighbourhood.” Horangi pointed out. He wasn’t wrong.

“Any preference or are you at my mercy?” You asked him. Horangi shrugged. He wasn’t a picky eater to begin with. Though you noticed he’s more observant. You offered him your arm and smiled, tugging him along. Your touch seemed to let him relax more as you took him to your favourite restaurant.

Before then König was asking Horangi about you. Of course Spirit got curious as well. Horangi rolled his eyes, assuring you it was just a meeting among two friends, two coworkers.

“Simon and Johnny are coworkers and they do more than just work.” Spirit pointed out. König snickered at the blunt statement.

“Just a friend. Konig can vouch for me.”

“Since when?” Konig asked, with a stupid smile on his face. Horangi had half a mind to shoo both of them away but honestly, you’re one of the nicest things to happen to him.

A big crowded area would make Konig uncomfortable. You know Horangi, and he doesn’t mind crowds. Easier for him to lay low, and avoid people. A small night market was perfect for the occasion. Food stands and booths for you both to try, and plenty of friendly people. Horangi may be out of his element but he was impressed. You were so relaxed. Sure you didn’t have people coming after you for debts, but when last he saw you, you seemed reserved, headstrong and quiet. Yet here you were smiling and messing around at booths selling crafts. Maybe the holidays brought that out of you.

“You could probably take the sunglasses off, I doubt there will be anyone here who wants to collect money from you.” You told him. Horangi was caught off guard by what you said, so it gave you the chance to take off his sunglasses for him. Now you understood why he left them on. There was the remains of a nasty black eye, thankfully healing and useable but enough to make you were. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Horangi asked, trying to turn away and move on. You stared him down, tail whipping from side to side behind you. Horangi made a small growl, as you tugged him forward. He tried to pull away but you pointed out the kids running past behind him. Horangi refused to look at you. You took a quick glance and pulled him aside. He begrudgingly came with you so you could talk more privately finding a small alley.

“What happened?” You repeated. Horangi kept looking down the alley instead of at you. Ugh, of course he had to be such a trope. You took him by the chin and made him face you. “Start… talking.”

You voice could send chills down his spine, while relaxing him at the same time. If anyone would understand it was you. He told you what happened with him and Spirit, and the guilt he felt. “I put a kid in danger, just for going outside. I covered up, and nearly got her killed, and then I messaged you to see if you wanted to go out, and then… I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

There is a moment of silence between you two as you consider everything he told you. You sighed, annoyed. “Really?”

“What?” Horangi shrugged, still refusing to make eye contact until you crossed your arms.

“You think I can’t take care of myself? I’m not a child.” You told him. “And clearly you know that otherwise you wouldn’t come out with me. If you need a break say the word, and we can find another alley. It’s not like I didn’t come without some defence.”

You gave him a warm smile and held his arm. Horangi wasn’t used to the tender side of you but he had to admit it was kind of hot.

“If I need a break?”

“Say the word.” You told him. “This is my way of saying thank you, and making you uncomfortable is the last thing I want.”

Horangi got this glint in his eye, one you’d seen before, his tail brushing your leg. Your face was turning pink, but you guess it was from the cold air.

“Shall we continue then?” He asked. You gave him a smirk and tugged him back to the market smiling and chatting with him. It was a good night, and it didn’t take long for there to be a light snow fall.

The market is filled with plenty of things to do, it's like a small fair. Kids were enjoying maple syrup on snow, some bean bag toss games, and of course snowballs being thrown. You and Horangi ducked stepped out of the way of a few throws. Then you felt a hard packed one fired at your back. You laughed, but it did kind of hurt.

Horangi looked up and saw it was some adult human. Didn't apologize either just smiled looking smug. He attacked a defenseless person in the back, and he was acting smug. Horangi barked at him, saying something in Korean, but you tugged him away. There was some barked comments about his masculinity and hybrids being dirty animals. You flipped them off continuing your stroll.

"Could've fought back." Horangi grumbled.

"And then there would be a fight, and the kids around would get scared, police would be called, fingers would be pointed and nothing would really get resolved." You told him. "We would give them what they want and get nothing out of it."

Horangi had to admit you had a point. You worked for Kortac as a mercenary but you were getting paid, you were getting what you wanted. Equal exchange. Starting a fight here, there would be nothing but problems. Although he had to ask one thing.

"So when you punched the guy at the convenience store...?" Horangi asked.

"Well he was a pig. Needed to be put in his place." You said, folding your arms. "And he was teasing Konig about his height."

Horangi chuckled. You always had to be the bigger person one way or another. It was attractive. Wait.

Horangi waited just outside a small store front, not wanting to be in the way of the other shoppers while you browsed the tables. The mask was back over his face, but it was more as a neck warmer. It seemed to intimidate a few people, which was fine with him. At least it was less likely for him to be hit with snowball. While he focused on you, everyone seemed to ignore him. Except one.

There was a tug on his jacket, that he at first thought was just the material getting caught on something. He brushed it aside, and then he felt a small hand. When Horangi looked down, he found a young boy staring up at him, and politely saying "Excuse me."

Horangi wasn't really used to kids, it had been a while since he'd seen any of his younger relatives. He raised a brow, and then looked around. Where was the boy's parents? The boy said again, "Excuse me?"

"Uhh... yes?" Horangi replied.

"Are you a hybrid?" The boy asked.

"Yes." Horangi answered. The boy's eyes seemed to widen as he asked what kind of hybrid Horangi was. Horangi knelt down so he could talk to the boy a little easier. It was getting pretty crowded, and he didn't want to kid swept up, though he guessed the boy may already have been based on the absence of a parent. The boy was honestly just curious about Horangi and haetaes, asking what Horangi could do, and what it was like.

When you came back from purchasing a small gift, you found the pleasant sight of Horangi letting the boy touch his tail. You also looked around for the child's guardians as you can over.

"You making friends?" You asked Horangi who looked up with the boy. Before Horangi could answer, the boy spoke up.

"Are you a lion?" He asked. You smiled, answering him. Then it was you getting overloaded with questions. You don't mind, he isn't asking anything rude, and you welcome curiousity. You don't mind him touching your tail either. He's having fun but you are concerned about his safety.

"Are your parents nearby?" You asked. The boy stopped looking at your tail and then looked around. Had he not noticed them missing? There was a worried and panicked look on his face, and Horangi stepped in immediately.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll find them. Do you remember where they were last?" Horangi asked. The boy looked on the brink of tears as he shook his head. You stood up and looked around for a security guard or maybe a volunteer running some of the activities.

"Did they have a spot for you to go if got lost?" You asked. The little boy nodded, sniffling. "Do you want us to take you there?"

The boy nodded again. You took the little one's hand as Horangi stood up, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be looking frantic or worried.

Thankfully as soon as you arrived at the spot the boy led you too, the mother was there, and rushed over to hug her child, checking that he was okay, while the boy was apologizing. The woman thanked you both profusely. Honestly it wasn't a problem at all, he was so polite. You waved good bye to your little friend as the mother took him into the crowd, carrying him.

"Not what I thought this thank you would look like." You said, sitting at a table with some food. Horangi shrugged, taking another bite of food.

"Not the worst reunion I've had." He pointed out. Now was a better time than any. You set the small gift bag on the table.

"Not sure if you celebrate but happy early holidays." You said. Horangi was a bit surpised, staring at the back for a moment, before takin it to opened it up. Inside was a necklace with a symbol cut out of wood. A symbol Horangi recognized, symbolizing luck.

"Not one for superstition, but I figured you could use all you could get." You said. Horangi smiled. Jewellery wasn't much his thing, but this, this he would wear. Could tuck it into his shirt if he needed.

"Worried you might lose me?" He teased.

"You know most people would just say thank you." You argued, deflecting the question. Horangi gave you that cheeky grin and you smiled back. Damn that grin was hot. You coughed realizing you were staring. Your face was turning warm.

"Your cheeks are rosy. You cold?" Horangi asked casually.

“Why don't we find a warm drink after this." You said, focusing on your food and avoiding the question.

“Thank you for the gift. I appreciate it.” He said. You relaxed. It would hopefully make him feel safer on missions.

You and Horangi had found warm cider, and a park bench to relax on to people watch. Horangi was still looking around, you were too. You didn’t have very long with each other, maybe a couple more days or so before Horangi had to ship out again. Still, you wanted all the details.

“A wraith? Really?” You said, sipping your drink, while keeping your voice low.

“Caught me off guard too.” Horangi admitted. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“And Konig has more control?”

“Yeah that kid… that kid does something to you. It’s weird.” Horangi said, sipping his cider. He noticed your coy smile. “What?”

“Nothing.” You said. Something about the snow in his hair, and the scars peeking from behind his cup made him adorable and handsome all at once. You wondered if it was part of the lure a yokai could have. Horangi tries to ignore you, but then you get a thought in your head. You’d had this thought before but it was from a distance. And private.

“You know… I didn’t want to say it, cause of your pride.” Horangi started.

“My pride?” You asked, your smile now a scowl of confusion.

“Oh please you think you’re hot shit and you know it.” Horangi said with a raised brow.

“Cause I am hot shit, but go on. Tell me whatever it is that could wound or support my pride.” You commanded, puffing up your chest.

“You…um… you fight good.” He said. That took the wind out of your sail a bit. It was a nice compliment just… not what you’d hoped for.

“Thanks.” You said, feeling a little disappointed. You finished your drink and Horangi finished his quickly after. Suddenly he told you he needed a minute, so you followed him. Okay a little odd. Where was this going? He took you to the alley and you kept scanning the area. Nothing but happy people with a few tired and blank faces. No one trying to cover up their intentions. Horangi started to pace a little. You let him stir for a bit. It would go away. He was overwhelmed. You have a crazy idea. You approach him carefully and take hold of his shoulders. “Hey… what's wrong?"

Horangi stopped as soon as you got in front of him, looking at you. That red on his cheeks wasn't from the cold, and neither was yours. Horangi is still at war with himself because for the longest time he has been hiding, keeping a low profile while taking out higher ones. You weren't an easy target yourself, so he had little to fear for your well being. And he was still debating whether he wanted more than what he had. Once again, he refused to look at you.

"Nothing." Horangi answered after a brief moment of eye contact. Your tail flicked up, and a hand went to his neck. You found the sweet spot easily, and he started involuntarily chuffing. "It's nothing."

"Nothing is wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing at all." He said standing up straight.

"Good..." You said. Another moment passes, and both of you look around. Now was your chance. Horangi noticed your hand was still on his neck and moved his hand to remove it. Then your soft touch became firm. You tugged his mask down in one quick clean motion. You took your shot.

You kissed him. Horangi's eyes widened before relaxing and kissing you back. Your arms went around his neck, while he wrapped his arms around your waist and torso. You two weren't going to see each other for a while. This time was a thank you for the help with your family, but it was a chance to meet up, and see the person who meant a lot to you. You felt his tail go loosely around your leg. The world seemed muffled as you just focused and lost yourself in the moment.

After what felt like hours, your lips parted and you take a moment. Then you realized what had just happened, and you don't think your face has ever felt this red in your life. Now neither of you can make eye contact, and neither of you know what to say.

"S-sorry." You said. Horangi gave you a look. Yeah you couldn't believe you said that either. Then he started to snicker, and you punched him in the arm out of embarrassment. "Shut up!"

"What are you gonna do, kiss me again?" He asked with that same smug and cheeky smile. This joker.

"And what if I do?" You asked, folding your arms. Horangi had the best time when he got you to pout like that. It didn't look like a pout, you hid it well, but he could tell. Horangi's tail hadn't left your leg. He just smiled. The question still remained about what exactly just happened, but he didn't care. That could be discussed at a later date. Instead he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"We should keep going." You said, still flustered. Horangi just grinned, and you wanted to smack him.

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[geopsych]

Reminded by someone else's post so here are some pictures from Glastonbury Tor in 2015. The Tor is often associated with summer solstice and the 3rd photo is from the midsummer gathering of a druid organization called OBOD. The horn player turned and played in the 4 directions calling the opening of the ceremony. Happy solstice, everyone!

[boomerang109]

i’ve been telling my school for at least the last six months to hire me as a stage manager. now that rehearsals officially start THIS WEEK, guess who came crawling back

[kuiinncedes]

asgkjdfghk

[kindnessoverperfection]

Some recent wins:

-Sang loudly and off-key with my partner. We were both laughing to tears. I was sober.

-Found myself actually thinking about musical theatre today. For myself, for my own interest in it. I wasn't chasing it for a narc high, nor avoiding it due to a crash. It's been a long time since I've thought about my interests for my own sake.

-Invited my friends to hang out

[menlove]

like can you imagine if you, as a housed person, said "oh man im really struggling financially right now I can't pay my bills- my electric is going to be cut off, my car might get repossessed, and I definitely can't afford to get a new laptop after mine broke"

and someone who had a lot more money than you said "I can help you!" and you were like"oh my god great thank you so much-" and then they just offered to take you to olive garden. and you say "hey man that's really nice but I'm actually okay on food right now, I really just need to pay some of these bills. I already got food somewhere else (foodstamps, friends, food pantries) and I really just need money. if you can't do it that's fine but I don't need food"

and the rich person said "you must not really need money or be poor then or else you'd take me up on my offer. I bet you were going to use that money on drugs anyway"

that's what yall sound like when you refuse to give homeless people money & just offer to buy them food

food is great! if you need it and that's what you're asking for. unfortunately food doesn't buy clothes, hygiene products, shelter, pay a phone bill, or yes even buy drugs or alcohol if you're going into detox and can't do so safely without literally dying