#from the first time they met the genuine concern he showed her FLOORED me

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101 THE YANKEE DODGE || 108 UNTAPPED POTENTIAL

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Why I appreciate Kabru and Mithrun's relationship in the story (with pictures!)

I just want to express how much I loved reading through the chapter with the 6 days they spent together and how I think their relationship developed in a pretty sweet way.

I feel like a lot of people reduce their dynamic to "nurse and patient" and that makes me sad because I personally got a lot more from it than that.

I do wanna start off by saying I'm here appreciating their dynamic as it is in the text.

Read more (spoilers ofc):

The beginnings

When they first met, there was an air of intimidation surrounding Mithrun as the captain of the ominous Canaries. He demonstrates his proficiency as a fighter and leader which worried Kabru because he knew it would lead to the dungeon falling into elven hands once again. But this threatening aura begins to dim in Kabru's mind as they get to know each other.

Even before they fell down the hole, the both of them ended up relying on each other's abilities a number of times (when the underground governor turned out to be corrupted Mithrun defeated him and Mithrun needed Kabru's deduction skills during the battle on the first floor) which is already the beginning of a great dynamic

(Kabwu is scared but Mithrun just asks for his help)

After Cithis tasked him with "taking care of Mithrun's needs" for the time being, Kabru treated Mithrun with proper respect and doesn't take advantage of his disability, even using his title “Captain” when he knew Mithrun wouldn’t have cared either way after learning about how he lost his desires. This is in contrast to Cithis who immediately took advantage of her position to mess around with Mithrun when she was taking care of him.

(When Cithis was put in charge of taking care of Mithrun)

The whole time Kabru is with Mithrun, he treats him like a person and more than just someone to be taken care of, as also he relies on Mithrun's fighting skills, knowledge of the dungeon, and teleportation magic.

When you reduce their dynamic to just "caretaker and patient", you're ignoring Mithrun's own capabilities and making him seem totally helpless. It actually feels rather ableist. They have a more balanced relationship with what Mithrun brings to the table than you may think. Mithrun couldn't have survived down there on his own, but it's the same for Kabru (who famously dies every time he fights)!

Kabru doesn’t show signs of trying to manipulate Mithrun either, and he's no longer intimidated by him in the slightest once he learns he’s not a threat or after his life. Though he does instinctively revert to his "sparkly" persona to get Mithrun to eat the disgusting mushroom, it doesn’t work so Kabru just has him eat it normally and never tries it again. This is the beginning of Mithrun unintentionally encouraging Kabru to be more honest with others.

(Kabru realizing he can chill out)

(Kabru being unreserved and Mithrun being silly)

bonus funny moment:

Bonding

Throughout the journey they talked to each other, shared things with each other, and ate with each other. And Kabru expresses genuine concern about whether Mithrun is comfortable (which is something he could live without and wasn't something the Canaries told him to do).

(Kabru showing he wants to make him comfortable by making food for him which is a very important part of the narrative)

(Kabru sharing intimate memories with Mithrun)

(Kabru initiating conversation without hesitation or worry. This part also is referencing how Mithrun shared very important details of his life with Kabru. Kabru also ends up trusting Mithrun with information about Laios despite knowing he could possibly tell the other Canaries about him and impede his plans..which he does lol they do end up knowing about Laios before meeting him.)

For a bonus Lycion implies Kabru was taking better care of Mithrun than they had been which is interesting to me.

Mithrun also shows that he has come to trust Kabru's decisions over the Canaries' when he says he wants to stay in the dungeon after fulfilling the caretaker requirement. They did talk to each other a lot, during that time. I wonder what Mithrun's Shapeshifter double of Kabru would look like now?

Here, Kabru goes out of his way to make sure Mithrun doesn’t overexert himself by knocking him out after the demon leaves with Marcille (again, when his time taking care of him is already over), and I think that demonstrates an extra level of concern he holds for Mithrun.

(Kabru holding back a hellbent Mithrun)

(KNOCKOUT!)

He even managed to make Mithrun mad. It's probably because he "let the demon get away" but I think it's cute and funny because would he huff like that at anyone else? Lol

When the demon breaks through the surface

Kabru begins panicking after Laios turns into the giant monster because he's wondering if he made the right decisions etc. If Mithrun didn’t care about Kabru at least a little bit, he would’ve just left him alone when he started losing it (right after Marcille did the same thing and she is technically more to blame for empowering the demon than Kabru was for not allowing Mithrun to go after it), but he went out of his way to snap him out of it.

It also means a lot to me that Mithrun even says Kabru's name, because in Japanese you can go your entire life without referring to someone by name and it wouldn't sound wrong (just rude) and it's the first time Mithrun says Kabru's name on screen (I checked).

Though it was with a slap, I think it says a lot, because if Mithrun didn’t care at all he wouldn’t have done anything and left him alone. It's not like Kabru could've done anything to stop the demon. He didn't even to tell him to do anything even though Kabru looked ready for an order.

(To be honest I don't know exactly why Mithrun starts beating him up here but you can say it's another rare demonstration of emotion Kabru was able to evoke in him lol. Maybe it's payment for Kabru stopping him the first time. That can be interpreted as paying it back and/or paying it forward I think.)

The last few chapters

And in the end when Kabru’s motivating Mithrun to continue living his life, he speaks to him like they’re friends/have no rank between them despite using the Captain title for him the whole time. Even Lycion initially gets upset that he’s acting “too familiar” with Mithrun.

It feels like Mithrun changed so much in the short time he spent together with Kabru and before the final battle, and it’s thanks to Kabru that Mithrun finally starts to be able to move past his lingering obsession with the demon and begin to really heal.

This is despite the fact that he spent so much time with Milsril and the other elves who never managed to break through to him like that.

(Before Kabru) (After Kabru)

And even after his role as Mithrun's caretaker was loong complete, he still shows concern for Mithrun and tells him to take a break when he's using up all his magic to slice the Falin meat (lmao).

He didn't need to do that! But it shows how he at least slightly considers Mithrun some kind of friend.

It all culminates with Kabru helping Mithrun regain his wil to live and Mithrun confiding in Kabru. Their relationship is important. Kabru continuing to do things for Mithrun to me is more of a sign that he just plain cares about him. Isn't it normal when a friend needs medication for you to remind them to take it? I think it's like that.

Kabru is there with Mithrun when he comes out about his feelings of uselessness AND when Senshi helps him put a spin on the 'vegetable scraps' metaphor and he find meaning in his life again. He's the first one to see him cry :')

Along with the fact that it feels like Mithrun is the first person we see Kabru doesn't feel the need to change his personality with or put on airs for since Mithrun doesn't need buttering up and he won't get offended if someone were to say something socially awkward, I think they made a pretty good team!

BUT ALSO the REAL reason I became endeared to them is cute shit like this:

GOD I love them!!!!! There are so many funny sides to Mithrun Kabru was able to bring out, and really show his charm as a character. Mithrun also brings out the best in Kabru while Kabru’s the most genuine he’s been since his debut with Mithrun. We are able to see that he’s just a kind and caring person, rather than the shady obsessed guy most fans have come to believe him to be.

The true depths of their dynamic also grew on me over time :)

TLDR

All in all it’s so nice seeing how even though Mithrun is a really deadpan person, and Kabru is a really secretive and withheld person, they clearly seem to have developed some kind of bond while they traveled together and even changed each other to an extent.

Doesn't Kabru feel more honest near the end? Maybe it's because of how much he talked to and shared with Mithrun during those 6 days so candidly...because they taaaalked a looooot like wow.

They mean so goddamn much to me. I don’t need them to be in a romantic relationship but I do want them to be together forever :'))) or like at least hang out when they have off time since they're still in the same country lol. Praying for Kui to make another side comic of them some time (crying).

Thanks for reading if you made it this far, I mostly arranged this because it makes me sad to see people reduce their dynamic to only one singular aspect.

Anyways ya...love 'em (heart hands)

[hoshifighting]

hoshi as a sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, teasing, sponsor!reader,dancer!soonyoung, multiples orgasms, soonyoung is a freak in bed, dancer's hips. — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

you were used to being the one who controlled the room, the one who made heads turn for all the right reasons. you weren’t used to showing up in a place where your designer scarpans echoed against the hard floors of a dance studio, surrounded by people in scuffed sneakers and well-worn sweats. it was almost laughable, the stark contrast between you and them, but you held your head high, owning every step as if the place belonged to you.

you were there for business, checking on one of the many studios you sponsored. it was supposed to be a quick visit, a formality, but then you saw him—soonyoung. the way he carried himself, all confident swagger as he walked in with his dance partners, sweat still glistening on his skin from what you could only assume was a performance. he was the kind of hot that made you stop and stare, like the kind of guy you'd see on a billboard in nothing but designer underwear.

but when your eyes met his, something unexpected happened—his face flushed a bright pink. you hadn’t even done anything yet, just looked at him, but suddenly the cocky dancer couldn’t stop stuttering.

“h-hi,” he managed to choke out, his voice cracking just a bit as his friends shot him amused glances.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the smirk threatening to tug at the corners of your lips. “hi.”

he opened his mouth, then closed it, looking for all the world like a fish out of water. you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he struggled to figure out what to say. his friends, probably tired of watching him flounder, gave him a shove.

“soonyoung, just ask her already,” one of them hissed, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped.

“ask me what?” you prompted, leaning in just enough to make him squirm. you were enjoying this more than you should.

“uh, i was just, um… me and my friends were gonna grab some food at this, uh, street food bar… you wanna come?” he blurted out, his voice rushing the words together in his nervousness.

his friends all cringed, one even elbowing him and whispering something about you being the sponsor. so yeah, a street food bar didn’t fit you, apparently.

but you didn’t mind. in fact, you were impressed that he’d asked at all, considering how out of place you looked in your crisp white shirt and perfectly styled hair.

“sure,” you said, surprising yourself as much as him. “why not?”

the stunned silence that followed was almost comical, but soon enough, you found yourself following soonyoung and his group to a small, bustling street food bar. it was the kind of place you’d never have set foot in on your own, but there was something endearing about how nervous soonyoung was as he tried to make conversation with you, all while sneaking worried glances at your hair.

“you don’t have to worry, you know,” you teased as he glanced at you again, clearly concerned about the smell of frying pork wafting through the air. “i’m not going to bite your head off if my hair smells like food.”

his eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, his ears burning red. “i just… i didn’t think you’d actually say yes.”

“why not?” you asked, genuinely curious.

he shrugged, poking at his food with a pair of chopsticks. “you just seem… i don’t know… out of my league.”

you tilted your head, studying him for a moment before smiling. “maybe i am, but that doesn’t mean i can’t enjoy some fried pork with you.”

his eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for the first time, you saw a spark of the confidence he’d had when he first walked into the studio. “well, i’m glad you did.”

and just like that, the tension melted away. soonyoung was still a little nervous, still stealing glances at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were there, but the conversation flowed easier, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a while.

you could tell he was trying to impress you in his own way, showing off a bit as he talked about dancing, about his aspirations, about how much the studio meant to him. and as the night went on, you realized that maybe you’d underestimated him. sure, he was a little awkward, a little rough around the edges, but there was a charm to him that you couldn’t ignore.

by the time you left the bar, your hair did smell faintly of fried pork, but you didn’t mind. if anything, it was a reminder of a night that had turned out to be far more enjoyable than you’d expected.

“thanks for coming with me,” soonyoung said as you walked back to your car, his voice more confident now.

“thank you for asking,” you replied, turning to him with a smile. “maybe next time, we can go somewhere a little more… upscale.”

his eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he nodded eagerly. “i’d like that.”

the relationship with soonyoung progressed in the most unexpected way. from that awkward street food date to trips in first class, dinners at exclusive restaurants, and gifts that had him questioning your sanity. you loved watching his reactions—how his eyes would widen in disbelief, how his voice would go high-pitched when he realized just how much you were spending on him.

like the time you handed him a box containing a pair of sneakers. he had no idea what brand they were—some obscure, ultra-luxury label that you’d stumbled upon while shopping in milan. you’d seen the way his face lit up when he talked about sneakers, so you thought you’d indulge him a little.

“babe, you shouldn’t have,” he’d said, grinning as he pulled the shoes out of the box, not even realizing just how much they were worth.

“trust me, you’ll love them,” you’d replied with a smirk, already knowing what was coming.

it wasn’t until later that night, when you were in the middle of a meeting, that your phone rang. seeing soonyoung’s name on the screen, you excused yourself, expecting some casual conversation. instead, you were greeted by his panicked voice.

“are you out of your mind?!”

you blinked, trying to stifle a laugh. “excuse me?”

“those sneakers,” he continued, his voice almost a shriek. “do you know how much they cost? that’s more than my rent!”

that did it. you couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up, loud enough to make your secretary peek into your office with a raised eyebrow. you waved her off, trying to compose yourself as you brought the phone back to your ear.

“soonyoung, it’s fine. just enjoy them,” you said, still chuckling.

“enjoy them? i’m afraid to even wear them! what if i step in something? i could buy a car with that money!”

“then don’t step in anything,” you teased, biting your lip to keep from laughing again.

“you’re impossible,” he huffed, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “seriously, though… thank you. but you don’t have to keep buying me stuff like this. just… be with me.”

that last part made you pause, your heart doing a little flip. it was easy to get caught up in the luxury, in the thrill of spoiling him, but moments like this reminded you why you’d started this in the first place. it wasn’t just about the gifts or the trips. it was about him. about how he made you feel grounded, even as you floated in a world of privilege.

“you know,” you began, your tone softer now, “i like spoiling you. it makes me happy to see you happy.”

“i am happy,” he said, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “but i don’t need all this to be happy. just… don’t stop being with me, okay?”

your breath caught in your throat, the sincerity in his words wrapping around your heart. “i won’t. i promise.”

from then on, the dynamic between you shifted. sure, there were still the extravagant gifts, the luxurious vacations, and the fine dining. but there was also more—quiet moments together, like when he’d sneak into your office just to bring you coffee, or when you’d spend a lazy sunday in bed, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company. and yes, there were still the moments where you’d surprise him with something ridiculous, just to see that wide-eyed look on his face. like the time you flew him to paris on a whim, just because he mentioned wanting to see the eiffel tower at night.

“you’re really spoiling me,” he’d whispered, standing with you on the observation deck, the lights of the city sparkling below.

“maybe i am,” you replied, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “but that’s because you deserve it.”

but beneath his playful frustration, you could tell that he loved it—the gifts, the attention, the way you seemed to know exactly how to keep him on his toes. and the more you spoiled him, the more he let his guard down, slipping into the role of your sugar baby with a comfort that had once seemed impossible.

every time you saw him, he was wearing something you’d bought him. the designer clothes, the luxury watches, the sneakers that were apparently worth more than his rent—it all became a part of him, an extension of the way you showered him with everything he didn’t even know he wanted.

soonyoung was a fucking beast in bed—there’s no other way to put it. you’d never met anyone who could break down your walls the way he did, turning every ounce of your composed, CEO exterior into a puddle of raw, desperate need. you’d been with your share of men, playboys who thought they could handle you, but none of them came close to what soonyoung gave you.

like that time you were waiting for your chauffeur after a charity gala. you were the picture of elegance, standing there in your custom gown, looking every bit the composed CEO. then, out of nowhere, soonyoung slid up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed his body against yours. you could feel his cock—hard, ready, insistent, and shamelessly grinding against your ass. his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “can’t wait to fuck you in that dress.”

“you’re really something, you know that?”

“oh? what’s that supposed to mean?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. you felt him shift, pressing his hips forward just enough for you to feel the unmistakable hardness against your ass again.

you nearly choked on your own breath, your perfectly poised exterior cracking just a little. ���not here.”

“why not? they’re all staring at you anyway,” he teased. “might as well give them something worth watching.”

“soonyoung,” you warned, but your voice lacked conviction, and you both knew it.

he loved to fuck with your composure, to see you struggle to maintain that icy exterior you were known for. like when you were paying for one of his outrageous gifts, handing over your black card with a smirk. he’d sidle up behind you, pressing his hard cock against you while murmuring a quiet “thank you” into your ear. the people behind you in line? didn’t matter. all that mattered was the way your body reacted, the way your brain short-circuited every damn time.

and when it came to sex, soonyoung didn’t just make love to you—he fucked you like he had something to prove. his dancer’s hips were a lethal weapon, rolling and grinding into you with a precision that had you seeing stars. he knew exactly how to move, how to hit that spot inside you that turned you into a moaning, trembling mess.

he held your legs wide apart, his hips driving into you with a rhythm that made you want to scream. and you did—because with soonyoung, you didn’t hold back. he wouldn’t let you.

he had this thing about numbers, too. every gift you bought him, every splurge on something ridiculously extravagant, he saw it as a challenge. like that time in dubai, when you’d gone on a shopping spree, loading up on ten full bags of presents just to see how far he’d take it. each swipe of your card was met with a smirk, anticipation building as you mentally tallied up the orgasms you knew he’d demand in return.

that night, he didn’t just match it—he exceeded it. 10. fucking. times. he had you screaming his name.

he took his time that night, dragging out every orgasm until you were on the verge of begging him to stop. but you didn’t—you couldn’t.

by the time he was done, you were spent, your body trembling, muscles sore from the intensity of it all. you’d never felt so used, so thoroughly fucked, and yet… you couldn’t get enough. not of him, not of the way he took you apart and put you back together, over and over.

by the time he was done, you were a wreck—sore, trembling, and utterly spent. the heat of dubai didn’t help, making everything feel more intense, more suffocating, even with the air conditioning blasting.

you had to take a rest day after that, your body too worn out from the marathon of pleasure soonyoung had put you through. but god, it was worth it. every ache, every sore muscle, was a reminder of just how good he was. and just how much he had you wrapped around his finger.

soonyoung had no manners in bed, and with him, you learned to have none too.

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The Inheritance

Guys, I keep messing up the timeline. So here we go. Christian, Geri, and Mitch find out about Lorenzo and your parents disowning you at your last F2 race. Max finds out about Lorenzo in this chapter (although not written in detail). Max then finds out about your parents in chapter 18 “All For You.” 

This is proof that I listen to my readers :D @dreamy-state-of-mind asked to see how reader bought her cars and this chapter was created! I can't do every ask for an idea but I try to listen to what y'all want!

Y'all are being fed...two chapters in a row (which means the next one won't be out for a little bit - so I apologize!)

Like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated! Enjoy!

TAG LIST IS CLOSED

Your hands were in your pockets as you walked around the open room. You had somehow lost Max, Vito, AND Christian. It wasn’t like you meant to walk away, you just did on accident. How could someone know that the foreign car dealership was this big. Well, you would know, but that’s beside the point. 

It was quite cold in Germany. Thankfully, you had packed extra layers, something the men seemed to not know how to do. You were sure that Max would have worn his Red Bull polo if you didn’t mention to Kelly where you were going. Sure, he could dress on his own, but who would want that? 

Your eyes gazed at all of the cars on the floor. Most were the common stock models. Audis, Mercedes, and even Volkswagens littered the area; yet, the cars you were looking for were nowhere to be found. You kept heading in the same direction, hoping to at least find a familiar someone who looked like they worked there. 

Your ears picked up on some German words. Feet taking faster steps, you rounded a corner. Ah, there they were. 

Somehow you completely missed seeing that the Porsches would be in a different room. You gingerly stepped farther into the vast open-ceiling room. Your hand itched to touch them, but you knew better. 

Looking at the cars brought back some great memories of the first time your godfather took you here. Yes, he could have gotten any Italian brand of car that he wanted. Everything was at his fingertips. Yet, he brought 11-year-old you to Germany to get his imported cars. 

Your eyes landed on a familiar model. If you thought hard enough, you could hear the imprints of Lorenzo’s and your laughs as he took you to do donuts in abandoned parking lots. 

“A beauty isn’t she,” a voice scared you, causing you to fall on your ass. Your cheeks burned at the thought of being caught. Yet, when your eyes met familiar friendly ones, the redness left. 

“Hi Seb,” you greeted as you took his outstretched hand that he offered. He pulled you to your feet and into a hug. After you were done, you pulled away to turn back to the car. This time, you let your hand gently grace the older door. 

“Enzo had one,” you simply stated, leaving it at that. Most knew you didn’t like to talk about the man, since it brough on so many emotional memories. 

Sebastian took a couple steps and stood next to you. 

“Do you still have the keys to the garage?”

You grinned up at the German ex-driver. “Of course I have the keys. You know he left me the entire house.” 

He bumped your shoulder, head jerking to lead you away from the car. You followed without hesitation. 

“What do you plan to do with it?” 

You cocked your head in thought. “I’m going to keep it for now. I don’t want to sell it. It’s not like I need the money anyway.” 

He chuckled. “I forget that you’re like a multi-millionaire at 20.” 

You just shrugged. “Not my fault that I was basically his only family. I never asked for it.” Your eyes dropped to the shiny floor below. A hand was placed on your shoulder. 

“I know. I’m glad that you’re well off. Makes me feel better about not seeing you as much.” A sad smile graced his face as he looked at you. 

You tried your best to give him a genuine one in return. “I’m doing much better than I was.” 

“Have you showed Max your vast array yet?” 

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’. “I plan to soon, actually. I told him that I needed to go to Italy after this.” 

Seb raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything else. You went to talk, but familiar voices echoed in the big room. 

“Kid!” 

“Seb?” 

Your head whipped toward the sound. Ah, there they were. 

And they brought an assistant with them. 

Max and Christian looked at Seb in question as Vito brought the German into a big hug. You stood toward the side to watch the two friends reunite. The assistant took this opportunity to approach you. 

“Ah Miss L/n, so good to see you again!” 

“Again?” Max questioned, looking at you. 

The assistant turned to the Dutchman. “Yes. Miss L/n has been a patron at this establishment for years now.” He turned back to you. “I have the two models that you called ahead for. I will lead you to them.” 

The man turned on his heal and began to walk deeper into the room. 

Sebastian was now talking to Vito and Christian, which led to Max walking by you. 

“I didn’t know you’d been here before.” 

You looked up at him with a sly smile. “My godfather bought a lot of his cars from here and would take me with him. Some of the cars at the front are a part of his collection that I donated when he passed. He left me so many, I didn’t know what to do with them.” 

Max stopped in his tracks as you kept walking. Once he got over his shock, he sped up to catch you. 

“So many?”

You placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“Maxie, how much money do you think I have?” you asked, an innocent look on your face.

“Couple thousand?”

You shook your head. 

An eyebrow rose. “A couple hundred thousand?” 

Another shake as a mouth dropped. 

Max looked around before whispering, “Millions?” 

“Bingo. We’re going to tour my house when we go to Italy.” 

You kept on walking, leaving the even more confused Dutchman. 

“House?” 

A few steps more and you had caught up with the group of four men. Christian whistled at the sight of what lie before him. 

“Thank you Mr. Klein,” you shook the assistants hand as you looked at the two dark green cars in front of you. “Did the payment go through well?” 

The man nodded. “Yes it did. Mr. and Mrs. Fischer send their best regards and also thank you for the donation.” 

The four men (minus your manager) gawk at you. Yet, you were too busy beaming. 

“I’m so glad. Tell them that I will reach out the next time I’m here for longer. I want to see their children again, I miss them.” 

With a couple more goodbyes, weird stares, and going over plans to ship your Porsches to Monaco and England safely – you were on your way to Italy. 

Thankfully Sebastian wanted to join, saying something about how he hadn’t seen the house in forever. Which brought on more questioning looks from Max. 

However, Christian had to sadly say goodbye as he had a connecting flight to go somewhere else for business. You promised you’d send some pictures when you could. 

A chauffer had met you at the airport, names written in fancy calligraphy on a starch white piece of paper. 

The man gave you two cheek kisses as you greeted him. 

“Guido! Come stai amico mio?” (how are you my friend?) 

Max couldn’t wipe the look off his face as you began to talk to the older gentleman in perfect Italian. Vito only patted his shoulder. 

“You’ll get used to it. She’s definitely someone to unravel. You’ll get there.” 

The four of you then followed the man to the Rolls Royce that was waiting in the parking area. Suitcases were loaded in, and the three of you were on your way to your house. 

Or, more like mansion/estate/castle that Max found out as the car pulled closer. He turned to you. 

“Kid?” 

“Inheritance Max. Inheritance.” 

Your door was opened once the car was parked. Multiple people came out of the house, wanting to greet you. 

“La mia famiglia! Mi siete manvati tutti!” (My family! I’ve missed all of you!”) 

A couple of the staff took your bags as you walked through the giant doorway. Once you were through, you turned around and opened your arms. 

“Max, welcome to Casa di Lorenzo Alessandrino.” 

Max’s head was in a state of looking upwards as he walked in. He would have held his mouth open, but the interior seemed to demand respect as power and poise dripped from its walls. Now it was turn for Max’s hands to itch, wanting to touch everything.

Once everything was settled, you gave Max a tour as Vito and Seb went to go get some drinks. Your fingers twirled a special key ring as you led Max to your garage. 

You turned to him and gave a smile. “You ready?” 

Let’s just say, Max was not ready to see so many cars. Max let his jaw drop. 

The garage was deep and long, probably housing close to 40-ish cars. Your eyes glimmered as you looked at the older cars that you missed dearly. 

“You can go look you know,” you told Max as you made your way down the little staircase to the floor. Your heels clicked and echoed with each step. Max was quick to be on your tail. The Dutchman made his way quickly to each car, stopping for only a second before getting distracted by the next. 

You hummed as you looked at the empty spot among the Ferrari’s on the back wall. You pointed to it when Max came up beside you again. 

“The only car Lorenzo never had in his collection was the F40. I need to talk to Charles or Carlos about seeing how I can get one ethically. I want to complete the collection, but not pay far more than what it’s worth.” 

Max nodded, soaking in your words. He was about to say something, but a flash of orange caught his attention. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the spaceship looking car. 

“What kind of car is that?” 

You smirked as you gazed on your most prize possession. 

You walked closer and clicked the keys, making the car roar to life only for a second. (You don’t want to give you and Max monoxide poisoning.) 

Your hand ran over the orangey hues that covered the car.

“This is the Apollo Project Evolution.” 

Max looked down at the hyper car. 

“What that a V12?” 

“Yep. A Ferrari V12 to be exact. Three million dollars, one in ten made, over 700 horsepower, and completely street legal. I’d take you for a ride, but I would rather keep this between me and whoever knows about it.” 

You turned on your heel to start walking toward the door where you walked in. “I bought it because it reminded me of the spaceship from Guardians of the Galaxy.” 

Max snickered as he could imagine you at 14-years-old, watching that movie and falling in love with the space craft. Then, he imagined you last year, trying to find out how you could get your hands on it. 

He took one last glance at the big room, before following you back into the house. He softly shut the big door behind him. 

“Does Arthur know about this place?” he asked as he caught up to you, not wanting to get lost. 

You softly smiled at him. “Yes. I brought him here after Lorenzo passed away in 2020. I just didn’t want to be alone. Vito was here as well.” 

Max returned your sad smile. You and Vito had told him about the place on your way here. Tears were shed, hugs were given out, but you’d get through it. 

But then he suddenly pouted at the thought of you not bringing him here earlier. 

You tutted. “Don’t worry, Charles hasn’t been here if that’s what you’re pouting about.” 

That brought an instant grin to his face. You rolled your eyes at his childishness. Soon, you joined Vito and Sebastian in the kitchen. Aperol Spritzes lined the kitchen counter. Your hand reached one, before Vito was thrusting an different one into your hands. You pouted when you realized that yours was probably nonalcoholic.  

Sebastian snorted. “Let the kid have one.” 

“Vito, what do you think they do for podiums? Make sure mine isn’t actual champagne?” 

Vito rolled his eyes and handed you one from the kitchen counter. You quickly smiles and took a sip of the bubbly drink. 

“So kid, did you show Max the garage?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of his own drink. 

You nodded as you placed your cup down. “Yep!” 

“And the track?” 

“You have a track!?” 

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y/n.89 glad to be back to my home away from home. Italia, quanto mi sei mancato. conserverai sempre ricordi preziosi e non posso ringraziarti abbastanza per amarmi da bambino. quando tornerò sarò sul podio, ne sono sicuro

(translation : italy how i've missed you. you will always hold precious memories and i can't thank you enough for loving me as a child. when i return, i'll be on the podium - i'm sure of it)

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y/n's_fav who was going to tell me that our girl knows Italian?

y/n_updates she speaks it fluently! her godfather was Italian and taught her when she was growing up! y/n_on_top all I'm hearing is that her, Carlos, and Charles can now talk shit about Max if needed

charles_leclerc quindi Max non riesce a capire? (so max can't understand?)

y/n.89 no, quindi è ora di svelare i segreti dell'infanzia, Charlie (no, so spill the childhood secrets Charlie) carlossainz55 abbiamo molto da dire (we have a lot to tell) maxverstappen1 I CAN READ MY OWN NAME - I KNOW YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT ME y/n.89 senti qualcosa? (do you hear something?)

vito_official così felice di essere a casa. possiamo restare ancora un po'? Guido e Luigi dicono che gli manchiamo troppo (so glad to be home. can we stay a bit longer? Guido and Luigi say they miss us too much)

y/n.89 mi mancheranno così tanto. torneremo presto! (i'll miss them so much. we'll be back soon!)

sebastianvettel glad to have been able to go with you! I'll see you soon kinder!

y/n_in_italy NOT HER HOUSEKEEPERS'S NAMES BEING GUIDO AND LUIGI

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[coryosmin]

Ooooooo!!!! Could u do SnowJanus x Jealous Reader where someone was flirting with both boys and she gets upset and they notice so show her who they belong to with some smut🤭🤭

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nsfw | mdni (in a world where sej goes to the university giggles), illusions to smut

you guys were at a party for the university. dr gaul was celebrating the accomplishments of her students and therefore, coryo was required to attend. and being his girlfriend, you attended alongside your other boyfriend, Sejanus. coryo and sej were talking to people within the event, all important people of course. and as they did so, one of coryo’s fellow classmates who’s also studying under dr gaul began to very clearly flirt with both sej and coryo.

she was gripped their arms, laughing too hard at their jokes. you could help but frown. only you could do that to your boys. they’re only yours after all. you were definitely jealous.

so later on, when the three of you went home to your shared apartment, you were grumpy. you weren’t sure if they picked up on it or not, talking amongst the themselves about the people they’ve met at the party. you didn’t speak as sejanus unlocked the apartment. you walked in first, immediately going to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

which definitely caused them to be concerned. sejanus frowned but offered to coryo that maybe you were just overwhelmed and needed time to yourself. but coryo shook his head, exclaiming that you seemed upset. so they walked into the bedroom as well, seeing you stripping out of your dress. you were wearing a pastel pink lingerie set, one that coryo had gifted out a few days ago.

“darling,” coryo spoke softly, walking up to you. you were struggling with the zipper of your dress so coryo unzipped it for you, letting the material fall onto the floor. “what’s wrong?” he asked, bringing his hands up to undo your necklaces.

you had a pout on your lips as sejanus walked into the room as well. he moved to stand in front of you. “did we do something to upset you?”

you couldn’t help rolling your eyes. “yes.” you admitted. because ultimately, communication is huge in a relationship, especially one where three people are involved.

coryo finished undoing your necklaces, gently taking them off of your neck as he brought them over to your jewelry box, putting them away. he walked back over to you, wrapped his arms around your waist. “what did we do, darling?” he murmured, press in a kiss to your shoulder.

you frowned, still pouting. “allowed some girl to flirt with the both of you.” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed by how jealous you are. maybe it’s because now they’re both doing on you. sejanus had wrapped his arms around your waist as well, hugging you from the front as coryo and sej intertwined their arms together.

“we allowed some girl to flirt with us?” sej asked into your ear. “what makes you say that?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“that girl that coryo works with in dr. gaul’s lab,” you spoke more clearly. “she was all over the both of you, laughing at your stupid jokes that really weren’t that funny. it-she wanted you.” you explained, furrowing your eyebrows. “only i can have you.” you added quietly.

coriolanus chuckled in your ear, unable to help himself. “sej, isn’t she so cute?” he teased, looking at his boyfriend. “she’s jealous.”

sej gave coryo a sharp look, narrowing his eyes at the blond. “don’t tease her, coryo. she’s genuinely upset.” he exclaimed, moving his gaze back onto you. “princess, you have nothing to worry about. we only want you.”

coryo hummed, nodding his head as he pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “i could only ever imagine myself with you and sej. everyone else is beneath me, darling.” he murmured into your ear.

the two men pulled away from you slightly, enough to look at you fully. their arms left your body. and coryo moved to stand next to sej. “should we show you that we belong to you?”

you nodded your head. sej and coryo each took one of your hands, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. and as soon as you sat down, coryo got on his knees in front of you. “we’re gonna make you feel so good, darling. so good that you’ll have no doubts in your mind that we are wholeheartedly belonging to you.” he murmured, pressing kisses along your upper leg and thigh.

sejanus positioned himself behind you, pressing your back against his chest. “yes, we’re going to make you feel fantastic, princess. we could never belong to anyone but you.”

and that night, they indeed showed you that they belong to only you and no one else.

[strangernstranger]

I’m On Fire | Part 2

Eddie x Fem Reader (Part 1 Part 3)

Summary: After a terrible fight with her father, reader ran to Eddie, not knowing where else to go. The Munson’s take her in although Wayne isn’t sure how long they’ll be able to keep her safe. (Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of abuse. Wayne is a saint. Working towards part 3)

———

The scent of coffee and gray, morning light filled the Munson’s home. It looked a little different in the daylight. Not really dirty, just cluttered. It made sense the trailer belonged to two single men. Regardless, it was still cozy and stood the possibility of being a sanctuary from your own home. Something you’ve needed for a long time. That imbued their modest mobile home with endless comfort. Your fingers danced nervously on the side of your mug with soft and rhythmic plinks. Eddie, sat next to you, noticed your anxious movements and placed his hand over your forearm. You startled at his touch, still shaken from the night before.

“Everything is gonna be alright. I know Wayne looks a little mean and scary, but he’s a total softy.”

“Must be a Munson thing.”

You shared a smile over your morning coffee. A simple touch in the wake of everything you hoped to put behind you. It felt monumental. How could something so easy and innocent be made to feel taboo and forbidden? The high you felt from Eddie’s skin on yours bottomed out as Wayne entered the kitchen. Eddie gave your arm a subtle squeeze of encouragement before retiring it to his coffee. The gruff man poured a cup for himself before taking a seat at the table with the two of you.

“Well, Y/N, I wish we would’ve met under better circumstances but it’s still good to meet you.” He extended his hand for a proper introduction. You wasted no time in accepting. You felt desperate to earn approval. Your first impression was a bit of a mess. You wanted to rectify that. His skin was rough and the handshake firm.

“It’s nice to meet you, Wayne.”

“How’s your head? Did you find the Tylenol?” He moved his cup up to his lips, not sparing the subtlety of a flinch at the coffee’s scolding temp.

“Yes, sir. Eddie brought me some. It’s feeling a little better now, thanks.”

“Sir.” Wayne chuckled. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his shirt. “Smoke?”

“Oh, no thank you.” You politely declined.

“I’ll take one.” Eddie interjected, grabby fingers reaching for the pack.

“Like hell you will.” Wayne slid the pack back into his pocket before lighting a smoke. Eddie slumped back in his chair with crossed arms, mumbling something about goddamn Sonomas. You wanted to laugh but didn’t think it would be appropriate. “I don’t know much about you, but you seem like a good kid. Still, having two teenagers under one roof, sharing a room? I think we oughta set some ground rules.”

“Absolute.” You agreed. Eddie’s response was more of an eye role but if that meant you’d get to stay, he’d listen.

“First things first. For obvious reason, no sharing a bed. Eddie, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Oh come on!”

“I don’t want to hear it. Either on the floor or in your van. Those are your options.” Wayne was steadfast on the matter. You couldn’t really blame him. Once again, Eddie deflated in his chair, begrudgingly choosing the floor.

“Second. Y/N, don’t tell anyone you’re staying here. You’re welcome to stay but I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you. You’re a good kid and I’d hate to see you get your name dragged through the mud by people who don’t know what you’re going through.”

“That makes sense…thank you.” It felt nice having someone like Wayne show genuine concern for your well being. Almost paternal. You nearly forgotten what that’s like.

“Third and final rule. Eddie.” His eyes snapped over to his nephew. “Don’t you dare get her into trouble.”

“What makes you think I’ll do that!?” He couldn’t even pretend to be offended. He had a penchant for showing off. It usually appeared in the form of testing limits or engaging in minor criminal offenses. “I won’t. Scouts honor.” Eddie placed two fingers over his heart. He assumed that’s how it was done. He never spent a day of his life in the scouts. He smiled over at you. Relieved to see some of your nerves had melted away.

“I’m gonna step outside for some air.” He stood from the table and placed his empty mug in Eddie’s hand. “Wash these up if you don’t mind. Y/N, walk out here with me.”

———

A layer of fog blanketed the hills around Shiny Pines making it feel extra secluded despite its many residents. Most still sleeping in their beds, not ready to greet the morning. You sat on the porch with Wayne. He wanted a moment to talk to you alone. To check in with you.

“Your head the only thing that hurts?” His voice was raspy and low.

“Yea. I made it out before it got worse.” You couldn’t imagine the treatment you would’ve endured if you would have stayed. You father seemed much more reactive than usual. Maybe it was from a shitty day at work. Or maybe he realized having someone like Eddie around meant there was someone to run to.

“What happened…if you don’t mind me askin’?” Politely, Wayne cut to the chase.

“Eddie brought me home from school. It was raining and he didn’t want me to bike home in it.” Wayne smiled hearing of his nephew’s kind gesture. “My dad didn’t like that. He made some gross remarks about it…said some really terrible things about my mom and…I don’t know.” You closed your eyes tightly, recalling the event. “I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“No. Kids back talk. Yea, it’s frustrating but it’s no reason to slam their head into a wall.”

“…So, Eddie told you.” You pinned your eyes to weathered floorboards of the porch. That shameful, embarrassed feeling found it’s way to you again.

“Yea. He did.” Wayne placed an attentive hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. None of that was your fault. There’s no excuse for a father to treat his daughter that way. Y’know, back when Eddie was younger…his daddy used to beat him something fierce.” Your eyes widened as the words left his lips. “Over nonsense! It took years for that boy to understand that wasn’t normal. He’d spill a glass of milk then run and hide under his bed. Thinkin’ I was gonna beat him for it. Can you believe that?” Wayne shook his head feeling both pain and disgust.

“Eddie was abused?” You were shocked. He never told you that. You guessed you both kept secrets from each other. You never dreamed it would be the same one.

“I’m startin’ to realize I talk too much.” Wayne smiled. “But, yea. All the time. Suppose when someone is constantly in your ear, saying you deserve it…you can’t help but start believing it. But just like Eddie, it wasn’t your fault. None of it was.”

Small huffs shook your body as tears began to well. It wasn’t your fault. It was something you always wanted to hear. Something you needed to hear but never received until that moment. Years of self depreciation and internalized hatred crumbled into uncontrollable sobs. Wayne threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in.

“Let it out, it’s okay.” The aged man fought back a tear of his own. You reminded him so much of Eddie. The way he would cry on Wayne’s shoulder asking him why over and over. A question he wished he could answer. Hearing the sounds, Eddie peaked out the kitchen window to see you doubled over, crying into your hands. He rushed outside and crouched on his heels in front of you, laying his hands on your knees. He looked to Wayne who simply tucked in his lips and closed his eyes. It was all working it’s way to the surface.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. We’re not gonna let that bastard hurt you anymore.” Wayne listened to his nephew try to soothe you. He truly wanted to help you and planned to do everything in his power to protect you. But at the end of the day, you weren’t his kid. You were a minor and he knew your father would probably start looking for you. He wasn’t sure how he was going to keep you away from him. How long he could keep you safe.

“Why don’t you take her inside, son?” Wayne gave you one last squeeze before letting Eddie lead you back into the house. His uncle stayed out on the porch, peering up and the misty mountains and gray skies. Praying a plan would come together.

———

“I’m so sorry.” You repeated through the tears. Eddie assured you time and time again there was nothing to be sorry for. He hated seeing you this way but he knew crying was good. It took him a while to understand that, his own father telling him that crying was for pussies. But it wasn’t. It was healing. He held you on his bed as you slowly regained your composure. You filled your lungs with oxygen. The smooth exhale indicating the feeling was finally coming to pass.

“This is probably bad timing, but the blood shot look really brings out the color of your eyes.” Eddie joked. He perked up instantly hearing a small chuckle escape your lips. It was a beautiful sound. One he hoped he’d hear more often now that you were finally away from your father.

“You think I’m pretty when I cry?” You smirked while wiping at the remaining wetness off your cheeks.

“I think you’re pretty all the time. So yea, pretty when you cry.” His smile was warm and disarming. How could a simple look from him provide you the things you’d lacked for years? Comfort, security, understanding. Was he even aware?

“Why are you so nice to me?” You leaned into his chest. Instinctively, Eddie tucked your head under his chin. You relaxed into the rhythm of his breathing.

“What kind of question is that?” He chuckled, relishing in your weight pressed against him.

“I don’t know. It’s just…”

“Oh, don’t even start.” He mocked an exasperated tone. “Don’t act like it’s a chore to be good to you.” He knew where you were coming from. Perhaps understanding it better than you could articulate. An absence of love makes the tiniest sliver of decency from another person feel foreign. He hoped with time you’d realize it’s what’s you deserved and not something scarce or something you had to earn. “Get used to it, sweetheart. Sometimes kindness comes without expectations.”

You repeated the sentence to yourself. Mentally letting it wash over your anxieties. You pushed aside it’s subtle sting. Like antiseptic on a sore. His words didn’t wound you, they were only mending what had already been done.

“Feeling any better?” Eddie smoothed down the hair on your head as you nodded.

“Yea, I’m okay now. Wayne got to me.” You chuckled.

“He’s a wise, old, sage. But what did I tell you? Nicest guy ever.” You thought about how selfless it was of him to take Eddie in and raise him like his own. Choosing to rest his tired bones on the couch just so Eddie could have his own room. Wayne was a special kind of person. “He’ll probably crash soon. He’s usually already asleep by now. What’d ya say we get out of here for a little while? Give him some peace and enjoy your first real day of freedom?”

“Sure, that sound great.”

Eddie sprang from the bed. Excitedly, he shook his fist while quietly exclaiming in a dramatic whisper of a voice “It’s happening!”

“Uhh…you okay?”

“Yea, I’m good. Just got a date with this pretty girl I’ve only been asking for months.”

“Oh, so it’s a date?”

“No. I’ve just been flirting with you all this time so I could take you out as a friend.” He didn’t care if he was coming on too strong. He was always forthright with how he felt about you. You on the other hand were a little more bashful and shy with your affections. Never really saying how you felt. Every now and again reaching for his hand or making eyes. You were the type to blush at his little pet names like ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart.’ It was cute and made you all the more likable to Eddie.

You smiled remembering your conversation from the day before when Eddie drove you home. “Milkshakes?”

“Whatever cutesy shit you wanna do.” He smiled. “Take my jacket and let’s go.”

———

Eddie’s van rattled to life. A stream of exhaust polluted the air around Shiny Pines.

“Want some music?” Eddie asked, fishing an Iron Maiden tape from the center console. The white haired, zombified figure told you all you needed to know about what kind of music it was.

“Um…can we maybe listen to something a little more…mellow?” Your nerves were still shot to hell. While you enjoyed a few bands, you didn’t find metal nearly as soothing as Eddie did.

“Oh, yea my bad.” He chuckled as he motioned to the glove compartment on the dash. “Dig through there, see if there’s anything you like.” The tapes clacked around as you pilfered through what you were sure was only a portion of his music collection. You came across a familiar cover. A red and white stripped background. A man with his back turned looking very Americana with his blue jeans and hat tucked in the pocket. Bruce Springsteen’s Born In the U.S.A. Seeing the cover made you crave the lilting synth and trickley guitar tone of one specific song. Eddie peaked over as you readied the tape deck.

“The boss-man.” Eddie nodded in approval.

“Why do you have this?” Your smile confused, bordering surprised. You thought he only listened to metal.

“It’s Springsteen! Who doesn’t like Springsteen?” Fair point. You skipped around til you found your favorite track.

Hey, little girl is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone?

You closed your eyes, rolling your head against the seat as the song’s croon lifted the atmosphere around you. The corners of your lips rose into a smile as you quietly sang along.

I’ve got a bad desire. Oh, I’m on Fire.

“You really like this one, huh?” Eddie fought to keep his attention on the road. Instead, he wanted to watch you in your bliss. You nodded as you hummed along to the warm synth. Eddie’s dimples deepened as he started to sing with you.

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no. I can take you higher. Oh, oh, oh

I’m on fire.

———

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[neonshrike]

✍ WIP Wednesday Friday ✍

I wrote some of Lucille's Avenger AU (basically what if she survived the Snap, was controlled by Daniel for three years, and joined Scott in the Time Heist?) where she has to confront her fear of Bruce since she first met him as a Hulk in this universe.

“I’ve been noticing some things, like how you avoid being alone with me, or how you try to avoid speaking to me,” Bruce explained, sitting down to be at her level. He took his glasses off with a sigh, and looked straight at her. “Are you alright?” Lucille scoffed to herself, not buying his concern in the slightest. Even if he was being genuine, it would go away the moment he knew who she was. At this point, there wasn’t any other choice but to tell him. After looking at the doorway, she took a deep breath and started to explain everything. Bruce silently listened as she told him about her whereabouts in the past few years. The room was tense for a moment when she finished, and he leaned forward with a concerned look in his eyes. “I’m so sorry that happened, and you know that wasn’t your fault, right?” he asked. Lucille looked surprised, she couldn’t sense any anger or resentment. She started to laugh to herself, which worried him even more. “Lucille?” Bruce stood up, slowly moving closer to her in order to see what was going on. “No, it’s just, I thought I was going to die right now,” she explained as she took deep breaths to compose herself, but they turned into quiet sobs. His heart broke, not only was she afraid of him all this time, she actually believed he was going to kill her like some sort of monster. Lucille’s mind was fractured from her experiences, it was painful to see. Bruce knelt down in front of her, afraid to tower over her and cause her more distress. “Lucille, listen to me. Just breathe, you’re completely safe,” he softly spoke, trying his best to help her out of her panic. “I’m not going to hurt you, I will never hurt you.” Once she finally started to calm down, he gently took her hands and smiled. “You’re doing a good job here, and I hate seeing you in so much pain. I want to help you,” he promised, trying to give her as much warmth and assurance as possible. Lucille just looked down to the floor and nodded her head, then squeezed his hand in a show of agreement. “Do you think we can start over?” she asked in a shaky voice. “Of course we can.” - Scott walked past the hangar, having forgotten something, but saw Lucille on top of the van, happily talking to Bruce. She stood on top of the van, ready to jump off with her gauntlets, and he held out his arms with a worried look. Lucille jumped on her own, using the sound waves to soften her fall and he beamed in amazement. He couldn’t help but smile, and decided to come back another time so he wouldn’t ruin the progress they made.

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[shadamyheadcanons]

Headcanon #289

Cross-posted on AO3.

Shadow paced furiously in his room, tugging on his collar as he went. He kept one fine-tuned ear pointed toward his closed door at all times. At last, he heard the voice he’d been waiting for.

“Hi everyone--oh, Rouge, you look so beautiful!”

Shadow stopped with one hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath to steel himself, and opened it.

Amy’s ears perked up at the sound. She looked his way and beamed. “Shadow, you look so dashing! You should wear suits more often!”

Shadow gulped and tried to stay focused. He rushed over to her, ignoring everyone else in the room. He held her by the shoulders and muttered, “I need your help. Can you help me?”

She just stared for a moment, probably spooked by his serious tone and actions. He held on anyway to steady himself. Thankfully, she half-smiled and shrugged after a moment. “Sure! What do you need?”

Instead of answering, he just nodded and took her wrist. Taking a page from Amy’s own book, he marched back to his room, dragging her along with him by the hand. He closed the door behind them. She made an inquisitive noise as he paced for another moment, wringing out his hands.

Amy took a few hesitant steps in his direction. “Shadow, is something wrong? Are you okay?”

He stopped and looked up at her over his shoulder. She met his nerve-wracked expression with sympathy and concern. He clenched his hands into fists, then relaxed. He exhaled slowly.

She’s not going to judge you. She doesn’t do that...

...but what if she does?

He shook his head. “Can you promise me something?”

“Of course!”

Her smile was genuine and honest, just as he knew it’d be. He opened his mouth, then hesitantly said, “You can’t tell anyone this. Or laugh at me.”

Her head tilted to the side. “Of course I won’t. What’s going on?”

Shadow stared at her for a moment longer, then nodded. He turned around and picked up the pair of dress shoes by his bed. “I need help with these.”

She stared at the shoes in his hands, then looked back up at him, confused. “Why? Is there something wrong with them?”

He kept his gaze fixed on the shoes. “No. I...need help putting them on.”

“Are they too small or something...?” she asked, still not getting it. He shook his head and flumped back down onto his bed. He pulled the shoes on over his socks and waited. He clenched his fists in the fabric of his dress pants and kept his eyes on the floor.

“This is as far as I can get.”

A long pause stretched between them. Shadow’s shoulders tensed.

This was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea. She thinks I’m an idiot!

“You...can’t tie your shoes?”

He felt his muscles begin to shake. He bit his lip and nodded. His heart hammered at the pause that followed...until a relieved voice finally chimed in.

“Is that all? You had me so worried!”

The slight laugh in her voice made Shadow look up. That same genuine smile graced Amy’s face, now tempered with relief. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was afraid something bad had happened!”

Shadow held back the part of him that wanted to sob and cling to her in relief. He stayed silent while she knelt at his feet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you! It’ll be super easy. You’ll pick it up in no time!”

Her face showed no judgment as she started looping the laces together, explaining the steps as she went. He sighed deeply.

“Aaaand...done! You want to give it a shot?”

Shadow jumped and cringed, realizing he’d neglected to pay attention. “Could you...show me again, please?”

The smile didn’t leave her face. “Sure! That’s what you’ve got two feet for, right?” He nodded.

“First, you take one end in each hand, then cross one over and tuck it under and around the other. You pull it tight. Next is the tricky part, but I’m sure you’ll get it! Make a loop with one end, then wrap the other around it, tuck this part through, aaaand...done! Just pull it tight! You can also make a second knot, like this...and it’ll help keep it in place. Got it?”

He met her bright smile with a quick nod and crossed his arms. “Hmph. Of course I do. This is nothing for a quick learner like me.”

Amy showed an indulgent grin at his feet. She hopped up and sat beside Shadow on his bed. “Did no one ever teach you how on the ARK?”

Although her tone still held no judgment, he could hear something else behind it--sympathy, maybe? He looked straight ahead.

“I didn’t have much time on the ARK. I was there for less than a year before I--”

His hands gripped his sheets on either side of him. Amy rested a hand on his to keep him grounded, and he continued. “Things like that weren’t a priority. Tests, exercises, experiments...those took up most of my time. Being a kid wasn’t really in the cards for me.” He shut his eyes. “It doesn’t usually matter. My rocket shoes are slip-ons, and my Extreme Gear boots use straps and buckles. I can handle those.”

When he finally peeked at Amy, tears had started to gather in her eyes. He panicked. “That’s--that’s why it’s good that you were here. I’ve seen you tie the laces on your Extreme Gear shoes, so I knew you were an expert, and...I knew you wouldn’t laugh at me--”

He was cut off when she leaned over and latched onto him, burying her face in his shoulder. “Amy?”

Her reply was muffled against his suit jacket. “I...I never thought about it. You never got to have a childhood, did you? No one ever taught you how to tie shoelaces! Did they ever teach you how to ride a bike, or bake cookies, or do laundry--”

“It’s fine,” he insisted, resting a reassuring hand on her back. “I don’t need to ride a bike. I drive a motorcycle. All I wear are socks and gloves, so laundry isn’t exactly rocket science--”

“That’s not the point!” Her eyes were red and watery when she looked back up at him. His heart softened, more for her than for himself.

“Amy...those things weren’t what was important. I needed to learn about my abilities to keep people safe. And I wouldn’t have passed up the opportunity to try and help Maria and people like her.”

“But...it’s not fair!” she argued, stubborn to a fault. “You deserved all that, and you didn’t get it! There must have been a way--”

Shadow silenced her protests by pulling her into a hug. “Amy? It’s alright.”

“B-but...”

“Amy.”

Her shaking died down as she listened.

“My upbringing wasn’t normal or ideal. But I don’t regret those decisions. Not for a second.” He pulled away and held her at arms’ length, still resting his hands on her shoulders. “Okay?”

Her lip quivered, and it looked like she wanted to argue, but then she sighed and slumped. “Okay.” His shoulders relaxed as well, and he let go of her. She laughed bitterly. “Sorry I’m like this. It’s just...too many of us didn’t get that, you know? Especially you! Kids...deserve to be kids.”

He gazed at his most loving friend--gentle, nurturing, yet fiercely kind--and he felt his heart give an odd lurch. Before he could stop it, he blurted out, “You’ll make a great mom.”

Both of them just stopped and blinked for a few seconds, and then he cringed and held a hand to his forehead. “That...came out weird. Ignore that. Just...not that you wouldn’t, but...”

The joy returned to Amy’s face as she burst out laughing. “No, it was nice! I’ll take the compliment!” She stood up and linked an arm with his to pull him to his feet as her giggles died down. “C’mon!”

Knowing the two of them had been paired together for the wedding rehearsal--Amy being from Knuckles’ party while Shadow was from Rouge’s, of course--he gladly took the excuse and stepped out with her.

Just before they joined the others, though, he whispered, “Baking cookies does sound...kind of nice. Do you think you could...”

“I’d love to.”

Shadow did his best to hide his grateful smile before they joined the others.

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((If you want to read the headcanon where she teaches him how to bake cookies, click here!))

[bcolfanfic]

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oh i have too much personal lore lmfao my friend told me once "mollie every time you open your mouth i have no idea what's coming next". hmmm. i think ive already talked about meeting jon stewart when he was doing his vets lobbying stuff in dc on here, but there's that. and like 20 minutes before that i met bernie sanders lol, busy day!

should we just make this politicians mollie has interacted with. i met kamala harris in 2018 and i know ppl have (mostly correct) opinions about her being too moderate, but she was very genuinely kind. my friends and i showed up to her office like on the verge of passing out from heat exhaustion after a protest and she was 20 minutes late to another meeting to get us all shuffled in/send her aides around to feed us/get us gatorade and talk to us.

chris murphy is nice but i got a bad taste in my mouth from how good-press focused his team was. they told journalists we were coming w/o really giving us a heads up and we literally had to like, run away after to avoid them bc it wasn't planned press that we could prepare for. (this was like 2 weeks after the uvalde shooting and i was with a school shooting survivors and allies lobbying group)

didn't personally meet mitch mconnell but his staffers are assholes and ive been yelled at by them. by contrast ted cruz's staffers were the nicest republican staffers i ever interacted with. we were doing a sit in his office (this was 2018) and the capitol police were like- trying to bait his staffers into having us arrested. to which his staffers said (in more professional terms) bug off they're literally just sitting on the floor its fine.

i know the gen z congressman from florida bc he's an alum of a non profit i've done a lot of activism work with and i can't speak highly enough of him. i heard him speak for the first time in someone's living room in early 2020 before a quite risky protest action we were both a part of and vividly remember thinking "this kid is going to be president someday". i stand by it 1000%. he's a good kid and very smart.

bernie is super nice and has a good sense of humor. marco rubio cancelled a meeting with a group i was with once bc he was concerned that a certain school shooting survivor activist that was going to be there would "traumatize him" LMFAO.

everytown as a larger org sucks pls don't donate to them for the ending gun violence cause. shannon watts is an asshole and had me blocked for a long while, only to unblock me when i was part of something (the thing with max mentioned above) that made national news and she unblocked me to interact with viral tweets i was in. i recommend ppl donate to change the ref instead. i know the parkland parents that founded it and consider them saints amongst mere mortals.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

It's a Family Buisness(Work in Progress)

Summary:When Cyrus has a unexpected medical emergency leaving him in a coma, the Borg Family must step up to take care of his Legacy, while also trying to keep their family together.

Sneak Peak

Violet approached the Podium in the conference room of Borg Industries, all the cameras focused on her,

"As you know 3 days ago at about 7:00 am, Doctor Cyrus Borg had a medical emergency. Over the past 72 hours testing has been run on Doctor Borg and it has been found that the cause was a brain aneurysm, " slight gasps were heard from the crowd she saw some writing things down "This has unfortunately led to him being in a coma. As a result we do not know when he will awaken again, the Borg Fakily met together to decide who willtake over CEO duties" she slightly turned from the Microphone "and we are welcoming my baby sister your Samurai VXL Pixal Borg as temporary CEO of Borg Industries, I will now pass the floor over to her,"

Polite applauding followed ber announcement as Pixal came onto stage already in buisness attire, a one piece suit a deep purple in color a pin of the company logo on the lapel, she walked up confidence in her Optics Zane positioning himself in his Ninja Suit behind her to the side on the stage as if to make a statement about the side the Ninja were taking, they stood behind the family to nobodies surprise. She shook Violets hand as her elder sister stepped back she stepped up to the stand,

"Thank you Mayor Borg, first I will make a quick statement for the Employees of Borg Industries, all workers may report to the building however if there is emotional distress over this event please let us know and appropriate time off will be issued, therapists will be on site to help with any emotional strain during this time and we will keep you updated as we know anything new or develops.I will now take a few questions"

Instantly hands went up, Pixal took a quick look, spotting one familiar face she figured just get her question over and done,

"Gale Gossip your question?" The other woman stood up at her name being called,

"Do investors need to be worried about upcoming projects now being on hold due to this unprecedented event?"

She almost internally sighed in relief, this was a genuine question, she hadn't had time to address their investors,

"Unfortunately yes, there are Projects Dr Borg was working on that will now have to wait on his recovery to continue. However the ones he just completed will continue to be on schedule. We will alert our investors as we figure out where their certain project was in development at the time of this event"

She nodded a brief thank you was heard as she sat down and hands raised again, Pixal was honestly surprised at the subdued attitude of the news crews, she looked again spotting her acquaintance and very important source in the Nindroid Community,

"Mrs Jolene" She called and the Nindroid tapped her ear turning on her personal mic as she asked,

" How will you handle Nindroidphobia that may crop up from you taking leadership of Borg Industries? A company which is a leader in Nindroid technology, alongside all technology. Do you have concerns that your human compatriots might demean your status based on the fact you are not human?"

She's stiffened a bit she had a feeling this question might crop up it was unprecedented for a Nindroid to take over such a large company let alone one prominent such as Borg Industries, she didn't blame Jolene being concerned,

"No I have complete faith in the employees and board members of the company itself to not be judgemental...however, if outside companies have any issue with me being CEO, they can complain to me. They still have the number of our Landline and they'll be given my buisness phone number" She shifted as they watched her intently "Borg Industries was founded by my Creator and has always carried the Motto of The Future is What We Make it, that includes everyone. If any company shows any Nindroidphobia or makes any comments of such their contracts will be cut,"

She spotted eyebrows raising at that, apparently some had not understood her fathers message, she'd have to remind them as she looked across the room,

"Here at this company we do not stand for phobia of any kind whether that be Nindroid,Shintarin or more recently merlopian, those of the LGBTQA+ Community and of course the Disabled or chronically ill, all are welcome at our company and as I stated before the companies that we work with have to reflect the same company policies.We know we set an example for most and thus wish to reflect this in those we work with, this is how Borg Industries has thrived through the decades and continues to come out on top. We do not focus on profits, we rather focus on our workers,"

"Thank you for your answer Ms Borg," The Newscaster said sitting down

One last hand raised and she motioned, a young gentleman stood up,

"Ms Borg, may you explain fully what occurred to Mr Borg, unless this is too personal a question which then I understand but all of us seemingly think this was out of the blue we of the General Public know that Cyrus Borg is chronically ill however there were no indicators according to employees that we have interviewed,"

Pixal gripped the podium looking down these memories hurt, but it wasn't like her father had hidden what had happened to him just not many people had known, well they were going to learn today, as she looked back up

"During the events of the Overlord 10 years ago not this recent attack our creator Cyrus Borg was at the Forefront of this battle unknowingly his company this very one as you all know was taken over by the Overlord, this had been going on for 2 years and he had been trying his hardest to take him out but the Overlord had a tight leash and was watching everywhere." She saw people stiffen in shock and surprise

"The day the ninja visited he handed over a statue seemingly of himself but it slipped from their hands and cracked open revealing weaponry against the Overlord that Dr Borg himself had built. Without anesthesia or anything Dr Borg was tortured at the hands of the overlord his right arm removed and a bunch of his internal organs also replaced by mechanical versions,"

The shock was palpable some even looked green she spotted one with a hand over mouth looking nauseated, everybody sat very still as she continued fighting her emotions as she said

"We think this strain 10 years ago led to a weakness in a vein in his brain which led to the aneurysm of today, I do have my sister Harriet here to speak on such a medical occurrence if you all would like to hear her"

There were nods from some crew that indeed looked confused at the terminology so Pixal stepped back as her sister Harriet still in her scrubs having come directly from the ICU, stepped forward onto the stage taking the stand

"To just get to the point bluntly a brain aneurysm occurs when one of the walls of a vein in the brain weakens and expands, it can cause headaches dizziness lightheadedness balance problems even nausea and vomiting, as it is pushing on the rest of the brain around it. A brain aneurysm is when this weakening bursts, I will be as blunt as possible Dr Borg should not be with us anymore, doctors have no idea how he came back but that seems to be his thing,"

That elicited a few chuckles from the news crews everyone knew how the man was, he had an amusing track record

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

red roses for iceheart's aria,,,, 🥺

Ask Game

Red Roses - an anniversary 

Honoré would be lying if he said he knew what to do for anniversaries. He'd only ever committed himself to one other person, but that relationship wasn't like this one. That relationship was transactional, based on what he could give and his use.

His relationship with Harper was resoundingly different. It wasn't based on use or expectation. But on a genuine need to want to love one another. It was an experience he couldn't quite place his finger on. And though he understood the importance of anniversaries, he understood not how to approach the subject.

He had asked Tesla, but her advice was rather useless. "Just bring him to the bar where you met him and reenact that first meeting!" Cute, in theory, he agreed. But given he'd only encountered Harper in order to obtain information from him. The idea left a sour taste in his mouth.

Honoré had also asked Einstein. Her advice was even worse. "Anniversaries aren't that important after a while, are they? He probably doesn't even know its coming up." Before she returned to her work. Honoré was determined not to let the importance of this date slip him by.

Yes, he was at a lost. His first idea was to cook a nice dinner, buy a pretty gift. But none of the shops he perused had anything that spoke to him. Nothing that could quantify his love for Harper. And every time he tried practicing the dish he wanted to cook the singer, he ended up burning it.

Maybe that was how he ended up here. Asleep on the kitchen floor covered in flour and who knows what else. "Babe?" Harper was crouched in front of him, light blue eyes wide with concern. Honoré could only groan as he sat up. His hip hurt.

"Hi, my moon.. What uh- mmm what time is it?"

Harper looked at his watch, then looked at the man in front of him on the ground. "It's four pm. You told me to come over?" Those words caused Honoré's head to snap up, he blinked at the time on the oven near him.

"What?!" The man scrambled to his feet, Harper having to move to avoid being knocked over. "Oh no.." The doctor groaned, bringing his hand up to cover his face. He'd slept through most of the day? He hadn't even gotten a gift!

The once feared peregrine, second in command, spy of the century. And he slept through most of his anniversary. Harper picked up the flowers he brought as he stood up straight, gently reaching out to pull Honoré's hand away from his face.

"Tesla kind of already told me you were planning a surprise and absolutely sucking at it.." Harper admitted with a reassuring smile as Honoré frowned at him. Of course Tesla hadn't been able to keep that information to herself...

"I ap... apo... apologise..." If he had the fox ears featured on his hood, Harper was sure they'd be flat down. He looked like a kicked fox, at least. Harper held out the flowers to his flour covered boyfriend, the man taking them tenderly. "They're beautiful.. Thank you.."

"I also already ordered takeout.. And started the shower for you."

"You're a ble.. bles... ah.. blessing."

Honoré set the flowers on the counter, pressing a kiss to Harper's cheek immediately afterwards. "I know I know. Heh, go clean up. I'll put a movie on." Harper smiled at the doctor's show of affection. At least he hadn't actually forgotten.

"Happy anniversary, my love."

[believemetheodore]

Rom-Communism For The Win

Ted Lasso x F!Reader

“I've got a date,” it's the first thing out of her mouth when she enters the coaches’ office. The rubber band ball Ted and Coach Beard had been tossing back and forth falls and bounces across the floor, rolling to a stop by her stilettos. 

Warnings: None? let me know if you want me to add something If you know me in real life, don't read this.

A year ago, it would've been easy to laugh at the prospect of seeking meaningful life advice from a Premier League gaffer. Football had never been high on her list of priorities or interests. Of course, the sport was difficult to ignore. The passion, energy, and dedication of those involved in the sport or in the pubs cheering on their club inspired awe. So, when Keely had reached out and asked if she'd be interested in signing on to help with the growing media and marketing responsibilities, it had been a no-brainer. The opportunity to work with such a good friend had been enough of a blessing; forming bonds with everyone at AFC Richmond and being able to look forward to going to work every day. It's been a dream come true. 

Richmond's highs and lows had been widely televised, and near impossible to miss in print or online. Coach Ted Lasso, admittedly, seemed too good to be true. How could anyone be so compassionate? So patient?

She'd been done for the moment she met him; Lost for words; Enamoured. The media's perception of him paled in comparison. His ability to see people for who they are, for who they could be, is as comforting as it is disconcerting. His friendship comes without conditions and provides safety from judgement, and the freedom to be one hundred per cent authentic that she fears too many people have taken advantage of. 

So now, she takes a deep breath, trying to still her trembling hands as she makes her way through the locker room, exchanging playful ‘hellos’ and ‘how are you’s with the players. 

“I've got a date,” it's the first thing out of her mouth when she enters the coaches’ office. The rubber band ball Ted and Coach Beard had been tossing back and forth falls and bounces across the floor, rolling to a stop by her stilettos. 

Roy is the first to break the awkward silence, “and I'm leaving”. 

“A date!” Ted’s quick to recover the energy,  “who with?” 

“That's the problem. I have no idea. I let Keely convince me to try that stupid Bantr app, and now I've got a date and no idea what to wear”.

Saying it out loud made it feel silly. An infinitesimally small concern in the grand scheme of things. But the nerves and fears had been rattling around her head all day, stealing her focus and breath. 

Ted once told her that if you're worried about it, that makes it a real worry. Doesn't it? She tries to remember that now, pushing her self-induced feelings of embarrassment aside. 

“Well, I ain't much of a stylist myself, but I've watched the MET gala red carpets enough times that I'm confident forming ungrounded opinions on fashion,” Ted offers. 

“Twenty-Eighteen. Heavenly bodies,” Beard adds.

“Best of the best! Zendaya! Best Joan of Arc since--well, since Joan of Arc probably”.

“I don't think I'm going to the MET--” she takes another deep breath. Ted and Beard don't deserve her snapping at them. Keeping them on topic had always been a welcomed burden of conversation with them, but she's serious now. A date? A blind date?  This is huge. This is terrifying. 

“It's been a while since I've been on a date, and I don't want to look stupid,” 

“Stupid? Not possible,” he seems genuinely shocked, “you've been talking on that app, and he wants to meet you, then what you look like has nothing to do with it. Show up looking like the paper bag princess, and anyone worth knowing would still like you for you”.

Good lord, the man always knows exactly what to say. She tries to ignore the warm relief that fills her chest; suppresses the urge to preen at the compliment. He doesn’t mean anything by it, she’s sure. But the way he looks at her feels like he’s looking into her soul. It’s nearly impossible to deny how special he manages to make her feel. 

After more than a year of working with the team, she’s positive she’s half in love with Coach Ted Lasso. The truth is, it’s not the first time the weight of his passing glances, friendly smiles, gentle actions, or kind words have wormed their way into her heart. That was the point of signing up for Bantr; a hopeless attempt at believing that there might be someone out there who could ever come close to stealing her heart the way Ted had without even trying. 

“This is ground control to Major Tom. Anybody in there?” Ted’s chuckle at his joke snaps her back to the conversation. 

“Sorry—yeah, I was just thinking about a potential outfit!” The excuse seems to placate Ted, but Beard squints in contemplation.

“With all that focus, I’m sure it’ll be great!”

“Thanks, Ted,” she can only hope he’s right. 

Sipping her glass of wine at the bar, she waits for her mystery date. 

There had been several moments of doubt and hesitation. Messages to cancel the date had been typed out, only to be deleted once more. In the end, Keely and Rebecca’s tough love and unbridled encouragement won out. Outfits had been sampled and then abandoned, and tears had been shed until finally, she settled on a classic little black dress: cute, classy, elegant, it had the potential to be sexy. The dress has been a godsend; the last thing left hanging in her closet. She has to admit; she looks fantastic. It's been a while since she’s had an excuse to get dolled up, and the time she’d spent fussing over her hair and makeup had paid off. In the moments of reprieve from her nerves, she dares to let herself be hopeful. 

My paper bag is at the dry cleaners, but I think everything will be alright. Thank you for your help today.

She shoots the text off without much thought. Her date is now nearly an hour late, but she stays hopeful. 

That’s the spirit! Rom-communism for the win!

His response earns a smirk from her, and she’s quick to ‘heart’ it before checking bantr. Surely, if this date of hers were running late, he would’ve messaged. Right? 

When another hour passes, and her messages to LondonBoi107 remain unanswered, it’s time to call it quits. She orders another glass of wine, downs it, and then nurses her third. 

Prick stood me up. Let's get drunk?

Keely had told her to text if she needed anything, and she can only hope that her friend is still up. 

I’m sorry to hear that. 

The text arrives…from Ted? Shit. Texting and drinking never was a good combo.

I’m so sorry! I meant to text Keely. I’m sorry to bother you. 

 The universe doesn’t give her time to gather her thoughts or compose herself, three dots blinking on her screen as he instantly types his response. 

Hey, never a bother. I’m not Keely, but if you still want company I’ve got time for a drink. 

Her heart races at his response. He’s just a good friend; she knows that.

She brainstorms an array of responses, weighing the pros and cons of each message, chewing nervously on her cheek until the metallic tang of blood nips at her tongue. Finally, she settles on a simple:

Crown & Anchor. 

The crowd in the pub dissipates as closing time creeps closer. The regulars entertain themselves by making five-pound wagers on their rounds of darts and disputing their scores. But, for the most part, the typically busy pub is quiet. Mae offers a compassionate smile, and she does her best to return it. No clinking of glasses or jovial conversation to drown out her thoughts. She stares at her glass, tracing the stem with her finger. What a sorry sight she must be. Just as she takes the last sip of her drink, a fresh glass is set in front of her, followed by a pint. And Ted is taking the seat next to her, his soft brown eyes taking her in. 

“Hi,” is all she manages. “Hey,” he smiles, “How’re you holding up?” She shrugs, “Mae? How do we think I’m doing?” Mae laughs, pulling another pint for another customer, directing her response to Ted, “I’m out of wine”. 

“Thanks, Mae!” she lets herself laugh. Ted laughs too, but the corners of his eyes don’t crinkle. 

The chuckle is polite. For show. A poor attempt at hiding his concern. But he drinks his beer, all the same, allowing room for casual conversation to pass between them. 

“I was hoping he’d show up,” she admits sadly after a while, “I waited three hours for him-- it’s embarrassing, really. I’m sat here all dressed up and alone”. Ted considers his words, “Maybe something came up?” She shakes her head, “I don’t think so. He should've messaged if that was the case anyway. I guess-- it just sucks thinking you’re not enough. I thought things might be different this time. Letting someone get to know me, for me. But-- sorry, I’m being such a downer”. 

His hand covers hers where it rests on the counter, “You’re more than enough. And he, wherever he may be, is the only one who needs to be feeling sorry. Poor sucker missed the opportunity to meet one of the coolest people I've ever met”. 

He doesn’t move his hand away right and she allows herself to settle into the comfort the warmth of both his big-hearted words, and the physical support he offers without question, so effortlessly provide. She briefly considers how easy it would be to turn her hand over, to slot her fingers between his own, and hold his hand properly. She often imagines how much simpler things would be if she could ever find the confidence to just ask him out for a drink--as a proper date, or just tell him point blank that she likes him--as more than a friend. Instead, her eyes well up as the feeling of abandonment settles back in, the shame of accidentally texting Ted and dragging him out here, and the guilt of making eyes at him while he just tries to be a shoulder to lean on sits heavy in her chest. 

Mae calls out for last call, and Ted turns to her with a raised eyebrow pointing to her glass, “Did you want another? It’s on me”. “No, thank you. I don’t think I should”. 

He nods, “Just the bill, please Mae”.

As patient and understanding as he is, Ted doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes to the matter of settling bills. He insists on paying for her drinks, even the ones she downed while waiting. She gives in, insisting that next time they go out she owes him. He entertains the notion, but she’s sure they’ll rehash this argument then as well. 

She accepts his offer to walk her home, teetering along beside him, tipsy, and nervous on the cobblestone walk ways in her heels.

“How do you feel about ice cream, Ted?” “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. One of life’s greatest joys”. “Turn left. We’re getting ice cream”.

“You won’t hear me complaining--oh! What’s your favourite flavour?” The pure, bona fide joy that the prospect brings him leaves her smiling so big her cheeks hurt.

“How am I supposed to pick a single flavour? It’d have to be a fight to the death to pick”. “Could be fun, Game of Cones,” Ted grins. “What’s your favourite then?” “Oh, I couldn’t ever pick just one,” Ted says seriously, before cracking up, “when I was a kid, there was this ice cream parlor that opened up in town-- real fancy place. Nineteen fifties style, checkerboard floors, and milkshakes with cherries on top-- and that summer I made it my goal to try every flavour combination possible. Mint chip and strawberry was a terrible mistake. But, chocolate and bordeaux cherry was a life changing experience”. 

“Well then, I guess I know what I’m getting this evening”. 

Conversation has always been easy between them, never had their been awkward lulls or desperate attempts at finding common ground. Instead, from day one they’d formed a natural affinity and understanding of eachother’s humour. The back and forth came without difficulty, and made deeper and more serious conversations uncomplicated for the most part. Banter-- it had always been a good foundation for friendship. 

She spares a glance in his direction as they walk and talk, both of them enjoying their ice cream treats. Her eyes drift to his lips while he speaks, and she makes no real effort to look elsewhere. She’s caught herself doing the same thing in the past, but it’s alost impossible not to. How can one man be so good, so kind, so handsome? He’s the total package, and the moustache is pretty cute to boot. 

It’s too short of a walk to her place, their ice cream barely finished by the time they reach her door. “Thank you, Ted,” she mutters with a bashful look down at her shoes. “Ain’t nothing to thank me for”. 

“Tonight was terrible, it was pretty dark there for a minute. But, you really made it so much better. I mean it, thank you”. 

He shrugs, his hands shoved in the pockets of his khakis. There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, reaching out without hesitation to wipe a smudge of vanilla ice cream off his cheek. 

“Sorry-- you had some ice cream…” her sentence trails off, her hand still hovering between them. He inhales deeply, “Listen, I feel like a real monopoly man capitalizing on this moment, but I’m really glad that guy didn’t show up”. 

His words catch her off guard. Oh. Oh. No, he can’t mean…right? All this time she’s thought she was alone infatuated without a hope in hell. Oh. When she doesn’t respond, Ted continues, “You look gorgeous tonight, you always do actually. I hope you don’t mind my saying so. I’m darn fool for not saying anything sooner--” “You’re pretty good looking yourself Lasso,” she teases in an attempt to shake off her nerves before saying, “truth is I only signed up for Bantr because I was scared you’d never like me the way that I like you”. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’ve got to believe that things will work out in the end, because I really want to kiss you right now”. “Ted Lasso, you can have a kiss from me anytime you like,” she confesses, letting herself lean in. He does the same. 

Rom-communism for the win, most definitely. 

[opalesense]

um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

over the counter

diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!!  drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

 That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

 In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

 But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

 “What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

 Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

 Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

 “You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

 “Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

 There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late.  At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since.  Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship.  “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

 There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything.  He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom.  But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother.  Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two?  Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time?  Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

 You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

 Maybe it is bad, you thought.

 After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

 That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long.  You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity.  You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

 Maybe it is bad.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face.  His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze.  “Hey.  Did I lose you?  What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

 “I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features.  You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too.  You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table.  He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

 “What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.  The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol.  He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

 “I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you.  There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were.  “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

 With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well.  Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about.  You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck.  He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued.  “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

 You could see right through him in this moment.  Or at least, you thought you could.  Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

 Maybe it was bad.  Maybe it was the lighting.

 “We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more.  “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more.  Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

 Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words.  With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief.  “That’s great.  You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

 “Oh?  How exactly can you tell?  We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process.  You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

 “Oh, it’s nothing too crazy.  It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling.  Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter.  But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

 He seemed a little jealous, you thought.  But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm.  He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

 “How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

 “How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended.  “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

 Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya.  You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically.  Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands.  It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

 The crisp air was meditative.  It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander.  Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself.  At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend.  But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

 As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time.  You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

 “Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

 You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail.  “Why didn’t you come back inside?  We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

 He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs.  You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

 “You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc.  I really just needed some fresh air.  I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

 You were telling half the truth.

 You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time.  Some things are better left unsaid.

 Maybe that was bad.  Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

 He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words.  “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

 “I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off.  He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

 “I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin.  He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone.  “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

 “Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern.  You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately.  “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

 “Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory.  “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

 Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act.  With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

 “So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt.  “And all mine.”

 You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours.  “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

 He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight.  All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

 “P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

 “Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

 The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot.  “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back.  “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

 “D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

 “Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

 “M-Master…!  I’m…!”

 “Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch.  You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you.  While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

 “Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste.  You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

 Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window.  It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was Kaeya.

 Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours.  Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter.  He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in.  “Be quiet for me, okay?  We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

 “I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin.  It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

 Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams.  Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult.  Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

 Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours.  It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit.  You knew that.  He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

 You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to.  The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder.  Faster.  Deeper.

 “You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss.  “You’re–“

 A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek.  He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

 Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure.  With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

 After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience.  It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality.  “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence.  Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

 “It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

 Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier.  His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

 “Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

 Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door.  At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

 “Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

 “Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance?  Oh, let me guess–“

 “Get your things.  Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly.  You could recognize that tone from anywhere.  He was furious.

 “But let me guess first!  Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now.  And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead…  Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

 You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration.  And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

 “You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

 “I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response.  He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

 Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door.  But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet.  Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

 “I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

 The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds.  All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’  Maybe he already did see you through that window.  Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

 “Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

 “No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead.  Go get your keys.”

 What?

 “Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

 What are you doing, Diluc?

 “Go on.”

 What’s happening?

 “‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

 “No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along.  I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you.  I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

 Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words.  “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys?  While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

 The room froze in time, only for a moment.  Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you?  Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen?  After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

 While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision.  “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

 “Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment.  He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect.  “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

 “Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further.  “Please…”

 “Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

 “N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

 You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers.  Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way.  In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just…  fuck me…”

 Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff.  “Slut.  I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

 You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over.  “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information.  He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar.  “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied.  I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

 With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.  As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face.  Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip.  The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

 “Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

 “I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

 Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again.  He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

 With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure.  He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have.  He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb.  “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day?  I’m very jealous, brother.”

 That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further.  “Cry about it,” he mocked.

 Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it.  He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you.  Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

 “Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

 One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless.  He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet.  All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

 A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face,  He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command.  He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely.  His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

 Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears.  It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants.  Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

 Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling.  His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent.  You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace.  The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

 Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high.  It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances.  His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat.  If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

 Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously.  His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you.  The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

 But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed.  He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air.  Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

 “Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

 With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more.  Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter.  Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze.  The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

 Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes.  The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other.  Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

 “Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya.  The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

 “So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again?  Just the three of us?”

 “I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind.  “Please, Master?”

 He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

 “I’ll think about it.  As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

[henqtic]

Hi, I love your writing so much! :) Could I request a dracoxreader where the reader is having a really bad day and he ends up comforting & cuddling her until she stops crying and eventually falls asleep in his arms. He just admires her while she's sleeping and is really sweet to her when she wakes up

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pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

word count: 1.0k (1064)

authors note: thank you so much,, I’m glad you like my writing !! also sorry for this thing so long, i actually started it around when you sent it but then my brain just shut down and i couldn’t really figure out how exactly i wanted to write everything but here it is— with the end sort of changed up :)

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you were having a horrible day and there was no other way to describe it. really, you searched, high and low for a way to see it in a brighter light but you just couldn’t. from start to middle and to now, what you would call the end, there was no positive connotation for how you felt.

first, you’d woken up late from none of your dorm mates taking the time to get you up. they left some note on the dresser saying that they tried but every time you’d raise your head, you’d just bury yourself amongst the blankets again. and that shouldn’t have been a big deal nor should it have made a huge dent in your day, but once you checked the clock which the paper was stuck to, you cringed at the fact that you had missed the entirety of breakfast.

so then you were late to transfigurations for the fourth time that week, earning a very passive aggressive lecture from professor mcgonagall on why it was imperative to be on time and not to be off ‘dilly dallying’ when you were supposed to be learning.

and that would've also been okay because you completely understood where her frustration was coming from, even though the idea of why you’d been late in the first place was totally off and completely wrong—

you were just a heavy sleeper who needed to set more alarms that would wake you up rather than everyone else except you.

but no, it wasn’t that simple, she had to do it in front of the whole class, one filled with some of the most obnoxious gryffindors who you’d ever met. some threw disgusted looks while others went as far as whistling and howling because malfoy’s girlfriend showed up looking like she’d just rolled out of his bed.

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everything had gone well— until your third lesson when you accidentally knocked over a jar of a very hard to obtain ingredient on your way out to lunch. and snape was quick to blame it on you, not the fact that if it was so hard to harvest, maybe the best place to store it wasn’t in glass on the edge of a table.

nevertheless, he made you stay back to clean the mess by hand when the same job with magic with less time wasted— by the time you did get there, nearly all of the good foods were gone and so was your boyfriend who you were ready to vent to about the whole thing.

“he had to go to the library to tutor that first year, he made me save you this piece of cake though,” daphne explained, handing you a piece of lemon cake wrapped up in a brown napkin, your favorite.

“thanks daph,” you smiled, feeling that your day was improving and that you could save your little rant for the end of the day.

“no problem.”

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but it didn’t. no, your day didn’t improve in the slightest. because now your stomach was tightening, glancing down at the big red T staining the charms exam that you'd spent a bunch of time studying for.

it was staring right back at you, like a taunt that all of your hard work had gone to waste, and professor flitwick's look of disappointment didn’t help at all.

so you knew by the time you’d got out of the illuminated room and to the gloomy dungeons you were crying, taking advantage of the dark lighting as your shoes pattered against the stone floor.

and once you made it to the entrance of the slytherin common room, muttering the three syllable password that draco had given you earlier that week and walking up the long staircase, you made sure you looked presentable. not a tear in sight like you’d had the best day in the world. but still, for safe measure, your eyes were wiped once more before knocking on the door.

“come in!” you heard a comforting voice call out from the other side of the wooden door.

you slowly turned the knob and walked in, putting your bag down and untying the fabric around your neck without making a single piece of eye contact with him in hope that he wouldn’t notice your current state.

“oh love it’s just you, you know you don’t have to knock,” he said before not fully relaxing into the bed, concerned at how long it was taking you to undo a tie.

“are you alright?”

“course i am,” you lied, turning around and mustering up the best smile you could still causing him to look at you skeptically.

“that’s good, how was your day then?” he asked, trying to go at the situation in the best way, not expecting your face to fall at the question.

he was being genuine and it was something you should've expected since he asked it every time you’d go through this routine but no, no, no, he should've asked something different because it’s just what pushed you over the edge. 

your lip quivered as that gut wrenching feeling that you hadn't felt in a long time came, a pit forming in your stomach until it traveled up to your throat and there was no way to swallow it back down. your eyes started to water as you shook your head, trying to tell him no without talking because you knew if you did, it wouldn't end up well for you. and he already knew that because immediately after he saw the signs, he enveloped you in his arms.

you weren’t a person who cried often, not even that time you fell off your quidditch broom, you refused to do it because it ‘hadn't hurt that bad’ and it would seriously concern him sometimes, on why you were so intent on not doing it. but he hadn’t asked any questions knowing how you’d like to be treated in these times, you didn't want to be bombarded with solutions or asks or told that you would get and feel better, but just to be held until it passed.

so that’s what he did, let you cry it out until his shirt was wet with salty tears, knowing that when you did wake up, he'd figure out the mess on his own and make you feel better over whatever happened throughout the oh so terrible day.

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[djarrex]

So I was wondering, how was rex and reader first kiss, and also the first time they’d slept together? I loved that story about how they met!! I’m genuinely curious

!!Yessssss :’)

Ok, so for anyone who hasn’t read their first meeting/first date, I’ll link it here. Previously, I had included a little bit of their first date in one of the main installments/chapters as a flashback scene during Priya’s birth and you can find that here.

Find the rest in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML

I’ll pick this up from when they’re riding in the taxi on the way to reader’s apartment (from flashback scene found in second link)

18+ only! dry humping, heavy makeout sesh, groping, non-descriptive sex, piv sex, maybe just a hint of ‘first time’ awkwardness but... y’know. overall, Rex is a caring sweetheart. about 2.9k words #Carried Away

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The back of Rex’s hand, the gauntlet plate, that is, lands on your bare thigh - his gloved palm upright and waiting, fingers relaxed. You can’t help your wide smile that grows upon noticing the gesture accompanied by his unsure, yet confident expression as you gladly lay your hand within his - fingers locking into place. 

"Is... this okay?"

So considerate, appropriately cautious, cute.

You lock eyes with his, making it a point when your tongue barely darts out to wet your lower lip while giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. His lips curl at the corners - a little chuckle seeping through his nostrils before turning his head to watch the streaks of lights fly by outside the transparisteel. The ride isn’t very long, but it’s nearly silent. It must be late enough for the driver to have long surpassed the point of wanting to engage in light conversation, thankfully so, and the music is turned down to the lowest volume - just light pulse of a beat coming from the tiny speaker. The whir of the vessel gliding through the air lanes hums throughout the interior, along with the heavy beat of your heart in your ears. Your fingers stay intertwined with Rex’s the entire time. At one point, briefly, his thumb started to absentmindedly brush back and forth over the thick knuckle of yours, and caught himself when the the taxi slowed to halt as it pulled in front of your complex.

Rex scoots out first - extending his hand towards you and helping you out of the seat and onto the duracrete. As you lean into the taxi’s opening to toss the driver some credits, Rex watches the way you move - the way even the miniscule muscles flex underneath your form-fitting dress and with the movement of what skin is exposed. A sudden breeze catches him off guard when that familiar scent of lavender coming from your hair hits him just like it did back on the dancefloor. His own heart is pounding uncontrollably beneath the protective shell of plastoid, though he’s sure you can hear it. Your hearts mirror one another’s tonight - anxious, eager, sure, ready. 

It's quiet after the taxi speeds off. It's late, and the two of you stand just outside the complex entrance in silence, facing one another and staring deep into each other's eyes. There’s a whole bunch being said, without any words actually being spoken. It’s insane the way Rex is just pulling you in without laying so much as a finger on you right now; his gravitational pull is far too strong for you to resist, not that you’re trying to resist. You want to get dragged into his orbit, burn up upon skirting through his atmosphere. That connection... it’s so noticeably there and it’s making your legs weak - weight settling in the back of your head, pushing you forward and closing the space between your faces. You know it’s affecting him just as it’s affecting you. There is no escape, though neither one of you is trying to flee. 

“Is... this o-” 

Rex is unable to echo his question from the taxi once the remaining space between the two of you quickly vanishes. When your lips meet his for the very first time, something just clicks - like two missing pieces from a puzzle that you didn’t even know were absent have just come together and completed it, effectively ending its drawn-out hiatus. You’re sure there are better analogies out there with deeper meaning but it’s hard to think with how wrapped up in him you’re becoming with something as simple as a ‘first kiss’. Your arms flying to wrap around his neck, Rex pulls you closer - his fingers gripping the fabric at your hips and holding you close. A heavy breath escapes from him and you take the opportunity to poke your tongue out to be immediately greeted by his own. It’s medium-paced; not desperate nor casual. The dance you share with the light clashing of teeth, the rhythm that’s set with every little movement of the muscles in your mouths - it’s just right. 

When you move to break away, panting, your eyes quickly dart to the building standing tall to the right of you before they quickly return to his. An overt cue... 

“Do you wan-”

...One of which Rex takes swift action.

“Yes.” Rex didn’t need for you to finish that line; he was already way ahead of you, and was somehow starting to believe you’d never ask. Any nerves of his have long since vanished, as well as any notion of sleep - other, more exciting things urging him on. He knows where he’ll be waking up in the morning, and it’s not on that bedroll in the barracks that he was practically dreaming of back at 79′s before he’d laid eyes on you. For once, the clone captain will allow himself to indulge in what this night holds. 

The two of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves during the brief ride in the lift up to your floor. Rex holds you impossibly close, hands pressed into your lower back and practically carrying your floating body through the corridors until arriving at your front door; you’d murmured the directions into his lips along the way. With your back pressed against it, your hand swings behind to blindly input the access code. After a few incorrect entries before hearing the musical awarded access, the door slides open, and your fingers wrap around the dip at the top of his cuirass - pulling him to follow you in. You make it as far as the couch, pushing him down to sit as you descend with him, your mouths staying connected in the process. Rex sinks into the cushions, and his hands begin rove your body experimentally from where you’re straddled over his armored lap. You’re melting into his touch, rocking yourself over the hardness of his codpiece, letting the curve of it rub into your clothed heat as his lips trail wet hot down your chin and jaw.

Never had you previously allowed a night like this to get as far with anyone else. 

“I don’t...” Rex pauses as soon as the words leave you - lifting from your neck and meeting your eyes with a flash of concern sinking in his own. “I don’t usually do this, uh, sort of thing,” you elaborate quickly, your hands gesturing to the current situation - nervous, for some odd reason, even though your mind is very made up. His expression softens and a sweet smile creeps on his lips as he traces your own with the pad of his now bare thumb - the touch featherlight, admiring. “I just- just thought I should clear that up.” You’re not sure what it is exactly that you’re clearing up; perhaps you’re afraid that Rex thinks you’re one of those clone groupies, a woman who frequents 79′s to show her appreciation for the brave soldiers of the Republic. Or maybe that you’re someone who often fucks on the first date, just to be casted aside in the morning or the one who does the casting aside. The look he’s giving you, though, as he gazes up at you with something within his eyes that you can’t yet translate, is leading you to believe that he doesn’t put you into any of those categories - didn’t, from the very moment he’d laid eyes on you.

“Mesh’la,” he breathes against your jaw - the foreign-sounding word completely unknown to you but making you clench all the same - the shape of it forming on his lips and pressing into your tender skin. “The same goes for me. I... don’t wanna do anything that’ll scare you away.”

“And here I am thinking that I’m the one coming on too strong too fast,” you jest. Sure, it has only been a single, incomplete night of knowing him, but as silly and cliché as it sounds, it honest to Maker feels like you’ve known him forever. Normally, you’d conclude that allowing yourself to think that would more than likely end up biting you in the ass in the near future, but you truly don’t think that would be the case this time. Not with him.

“Rex...” Breaking from his lips for a breather and cradling the curve of his cheekbones within your hands, you look deep into his kind eyes, searching for the answer to the question you have yet to ask. “Have you ever...?”

“Yes, yes. It, uh, was always quick... when I did.” Rex chews his cheek - his brows pinching together in unwarranted contrition. “I’m sorry,” he sighs.

“For?”

“I don’t want you to think-”

You cut him off with the hard press of your lips to his - grinding yourself down on his lap with a little more purpose. Anything he was about to say, any inhibitions, dissolves like sugar inside your mouth. Minutes crawl by. Maybe longer, you’re unsure; too lost in this milky euphoria to give a damn about something as complex and currently unimportant as time. Your body is on fire; the heat that radiates from his flesh even from under the armor envelopes you in a different kind of warmth. You find your own hands mapping out the parts of his body that aren’t shelled by a plastoid exterior, landing on the piece that you’ve been grinding yourself on since arriving.

“Can I take this off?” Rex peers down at your hand laying over his codpiece; his perfect pout glistening, eyes darkening - the black orbs nearly swallowing the warm honey they reside in as he begins to look you over. 

“Please.”

If it wasn’t already a known fact that you’d never done this with someone like him before, then the way your fingers fumble around the plastoid in a blind search for the clasp - or whatever is holding this Maker forsaken thing in place - sure as hell gives it away. Sensing your evident struggle, Rex’s hand brushes over yours and the hindrance is unfastened in an instant. You raise a brow at him, and he only grins as you lean down to kiss him again.

Rex stands - your arms and legs squeezing him as he walks you to the bed, his erection teasing with its firm press against you. Laying you down on your back, he watches as you shimmy off the rest of your clothing. His breath catches in his throat upon your removal of your bra, eyes widening and fingers drumming at his sides, and you have to urge him to unfreeze so he can finishing undressing and join you.

“I... really want this,” he informs through heavy breaths - a hint of sheepishness engrained within the gruffness - finally moving to climb on the bed between your legs after stripping nearly everything from him and stacking it all in a neat pile. “You. Really want you.” You smile - the gleam reaching your eyes - and grab his arm to pull him on top of you. He’s still wearing his under-armor bottoms, and your hand shamelessly trails down to palm at the hard bulge from above the skin-tight material. 

“I want this too, Rex. You.” He groans - husky and deep - taking a few moments to relish the way your hand feels as you massage him before making quick work to remove the only thing that’s left covering his beautiful body.

It takes you by complete surprise - his extraordinary size. The way it was trapped within the compression bottoms was totally misleading. You swallow a clump of dry air - your tummy tingling and heart racing at the sight of him now completely nude and in the process of climbing back into position. 

“Maker...”

You say the most prominent and immediate thought out loud, causing him to stop in his tracks.

“What? Is everything okay, is- is this okay?” Rex becomes mildly frantic, concerned - just about to climb away but you grab at his shoulder, fingers pressing into the toned, corded flesh where it curves into the base of his neck at the back. 

“Yes,” you sigh - astounded. “I just... you’re, um...” Your eyes remain glued to the erect, throbbing appendage standing at attention between his legs, noting how it curves slightly upwards at the tip and is aimed at your clenching heat. “You’re big, Rex.” When your eyes flicker back up to his, his brow is raised and his lips are pressed into a thin line. Like he doesn’t already fucking know how well-endowed he is. 

Shutting your eyes and sighing quietly, your face stings from the sound of your breathy voice uttering out such truism. He shifts his weight between the arms that are caging you in on either side and looks down at himself - considering. 

“I - uh-”

“It’s okay,” you chuckle with a quick nod of your head as you spread your legs wider with a slight roll of your hips. Your mound briefly brushes the hot, velvety skin along his shaft when you lift your hips again. Your abdomen involuntarily tightens upon noticing the length of him hovering over you, practically marking how deep inside he’ll be.  “I need you, Rex.”

You learn quickly that you needn’t repeat a thing to an esteemed captain of his merit. 

He prepares you, like any true gentleman would, getting your body ready to accept him fully. Licking, touching, sucking, prodding; it’s all so exquisitely slow, intricate, surprisingly good for someone who has had little to no experience in the arena of foreplay. Thick fingers work you open in deep, pleasant strokes - his knuckles knocking into the most tender and pleasurable tissue with every pass. Rex’s lips go from attending to your breasts and trailing along nearly every inch of your skin before reuniting with your own. He inadvertently works a mild orgasm from you from his delicate tongue and purposeful touch alone - the build-up a soft crescendo until you’re moaning his name in the most breathy voice you’ve ever entertained.

You’ve never felt so safe and cared for during moments like these; now is a whole different experience than what you’d encountered in the past. You don’t have an extensive list of previous partners, but all of the ones who had made your short list were boys. Immature, needy, desperate boys. Boys who could never compare to the man who’s currently breaching you with a very gentle roll of his hips laced with all the care in the galaxy. Not to mention, his size. In that alone Rex is unmatched. 

Your lips barely disconnect; the soft whimpers and moans shared between the two of you are breathed into one another and swallowed. You’ve never experienced anything so tender yet deliberate at the same time - the combination of soft meeting its opposite making your head spin and toes curling. Nails forming small crescents indenting into his skin, you hang on to Rex’s broad shoulders as he rocks into you. It’s a steady pace he sets right from the get-go and he keeps that all the way up until your second orgasm flows through you, consequently causing a hint of resistance put up by your clenching walls, affecting his length’s repeating reentry. Not much is said, but a lot is spoken through eye contact. Neither of you want this to end, but when it inevitably does, you’d want to do this again. You want to do more than this; you both want to see each other again. When he finishes, it’s the gravelly, drawn-out groan falling out of his throat that causes you to see the stars from where they’re hung outside Coruscant’s orbit as if you’re sitting directly in front of them, just an arm’s length away. 

You’re cleaned up in such a meticulous and tender way that only Rex could provide. He falls to your side - taking you with him as his strong arms wrap around your torso. It’s insane; the way you fell into each other earlier this evening is comparable to fate itself. You think you’re going crazy, that you’re feeling all these things only after having known Rex for less than several hours, that you’re diving into something too hard and too quickly.

“Do you feel it, too?” 

You don’t know what possessed you to ask him instead of keeping it locked up in your buzzing mind, still keyed up from the best sex you’ve ever had, but it’s out there. Unable to see his face from your position, your heart starts racing with nerves, and in the several moments of silence and lingering regret, you mentally curse at yourself for being so forward.

“Yeah,” Rex says with a soft smile evident in his tone - a huge weight being lifted from your shoulders and tossed aside. “I do.”

With that, his arms hold you just a little tighter and he places a chaste kiss on your temple. It’s not long before the sound of soft snoring fills the otherwise quiet bedroom, and minutes later you’re right there alongside him - content, fluttering heart and all.

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[userlando]

I dunno if you do requests, but if you did a possessive/jealous Tom Hardy (or Eddie, or Alfie.... I dunno, they all give off the vibe) I would I've you like my soul or something......,........

oh god, inspiration strikes again..

Alfie wasn’t a soft man, both physically and mentally. He didn’t grow up in the warmest household and his mother, bless her heart, did everything to raise her boys to be great men when their father failed in that department.

Not to say that she’d failed, considering where Alfie had ended up, but it provided him with enough resources and money to take care of her the way she’d struggled to put food on the table and provide for him and his siblings during his childhood.

Alfie wasn’t soft when he’d done unspeakable things during the war, and he certainly wasn’t soft when he’d taken his place as the king of London. His hard exterior and the amount of blood on his hands was enough for people to fear him. And that’s all he would ever ask for. Because fear was respect, and Alfie would pry out anyone’s teeth with pliers if anyone dared to show him anything else.

Alfie wasn’t soft, but that’s the word he’d describe himself feeling when he heard you laugh for the first time. It had been five years but he remembered it so vividly that it still - to this day - made his hands shake in a way he’d never admit out loud. God forbid someone would hear him spew soppy shit that only you found endearing and romantic.

It was a rainy afternoon and Alfie was craving an evening at the pub after a long day at the distillery. A drink was all he’d come for, but then he’d heard you laugh and his ears had immediately perked at the sound.

It wasn’t difficult for him to locate where that sound came from. Because as he suspected, your face was just as radiating as your laugh and it sounded silly, but he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, that he had to have you.

You were tough at first, your boundaries and lack of interest unlike any other woman’s he’d usually pick up. The way you seemed so unattainable only seemed to pull unwanted male attention, but the more he tried to pursue you, the more word got around. You were his woman, and only his. It infuriated you at first because you were no one else’s but yours, though Alfie knew you’d secretly loved it. Even though you refused to admit it even years later when the topic arose in conversation.

So, Alfie wasn’t soft. But he was soft for you, and he was soft for your laugh. Which was why his ears - much like that day at the pub - perked when he heard your giggle echo in the distillery. A frown immediately cast over his face as he placed his pen down on the surface of his desk.

He glanced around in confusion at first, wondering who the fuck you were speaking to that made you giggle like that. And his stomach churned when he thought of all the greasy men who were working under the roof of his distillery, who’d been instructed to not speak to you if not absolutely necessary. Everybody knew this. No one was foolish enough to risk losing their ball sack to a rusty shank.

Or so, that’s what Alfie thought.

The chair squeaked in protest as he rose from it, rough hands flat on the table to heave himself up as he grunted in annoyance. Annoyance because someone was clearly not doing their job, and annoyance because you knew better than to prance around at the distillery when there was work to be done. And chances are, you looked absolutely gorgeous doing it.

Alfie’s suspicions were correct, he realised, as he walked down the creaky stairs to the base floor. He found you a few yards away, legs that he loved so much clad in stockings he knew he’d be ripping off later. You had the same green dress on he’d seen you dress in before he left for work that morning.

He would’ve stood there and appreciated the way your dress flared where your back met your bottom, or the way you’d prettily pinned your hair back just far enough to reveal your neck. The very same neck he’d buried his face into the night before and just this morning.

Alfie couldn’t appreciate it though, mostly because of the two dimwits standing in front of you, greased up faces smiling as they spoke to you. As if Alfie paid them to slack off. Fucking idiots.

As Alfie moved closer, he could hear your soft voice ask ‘How’s Claire doing? What a strong woman she is for birthing your lovely twins!’ It admittedly made Alfie soften for a second, because of course you’d take interest in everyone’s life and show genuine concern. That was the major difference between you two. Where Alfie lacked, you made up for.

“Right, last time I checked, I paid you fucking idiots to do your jobs,” Alfie startled the two men as he approached, voice booming as usual. “So, tell me what you’re bloody standing around here for.”

You turned around with ease, having been with him long enough to not bat an eyelash at his vulgar words and flaring anger. His face was scrunched up in an expression that would make any sensible man and woman in London cower in fear, and you placed a hand on his meaty arm in a poor effort to calm him down. And to silently tell him to shut up and behave.

“Alfie.” You greeted him like he wasn’t shooting daggers at the two men who now looked like they wanted nothing more than to bolt. You couldn’t blame them. “Hi sweetheart. I was just talking to Christopher and William here about their families. Did you know Will had twins?”

Alfie only managed a grunt because why did you know their names? And Will?

He didn’t know if he wanted to drag the bastard into his office by his cock and beat his face into three different shades or to toss them out on their sorry arses. He knew the first option would send him into the doghouse for God knows how long, and the other option would cause more problems between the two of you than he dared to think about.

“Two girls.” The one he assumed was named William said, albeit a little shakily. The man next to him elbowed him and they both went quiet.

“Right, I must’ve missed the part where I fucking asked.” Alfie was livid, and there were so many factors playing into that reason.

These animals who worked under him knew to never lay their eyes on you, nevertheless talk to you. And he wanted to be angry at how good you looked, at the audacity to walk into the distillery when he knew he disliked you hanging around here during office hours.

Mostly, he wanted to spank your stubborn arse black and blue.

“Alfie, why don’t we go to your office, hm?” You asked softly, feeling the way he was shaking as you squeezed his bicep gently.

He knew what it was though. Your way of telling him to simmer down and behave.

You didn’t wait for him to answer, turning on your pretty polished heels to walk around and past him toward his office. He didn’t miss the way your legs wobbled, and he knew you were well aware of what you were to expect once the fragile door of the office closed behind the two of you. Alfie knew that the wobble of your legs derived from excitement and not from fear. You could scowl and reprimand him all you wanted, but you both knew that you loved his possessiveness at the end of the day.

He watched you walk away, his anger simmering down just a wee bit before he turned his head to the two men standing in front of him. He sucked his teeth, smacked his lips and contemplated beating them with his cane before thinking twice of it.

“What the fuck are you two still doing ‘ere?” His roar was enough to have them scatter like mice.

Alfie huffed and turned around, following in your footsteps to his office where you were waiting.

“How many times have I told you, right, to not fuckin’ walk in here when I’m working, woman?” He walked in and closed the door behind him.

He struggled to contain his anger when he saw you sitting on his desk, legs crossed over each other and his eyes immediately went to the sliver of skin where the hem of your dress had ridden up on your thigh. Alfie’s first instinct was to march up and grab the delicate skin until you squirmed, but he stopped himself.

He gripped his cane tighter in his right hand and rubbed his forehead with the other one. “You’re fuckin’ impossible.”

You frowned. “I can’t help it if you’re possessive, Alf. That’s your problem, not mine.”

“You know how these men are.” He gritted out, gesturing behind him to the distillery. “You cannot be this dim.”

“Alfie Solomons, I know you didn’t just call me dim.” You said and Alfie paused at the tone of your voice.

You sounded annoyed but he could detect the hurt in your voice and it was enough for him to let out a grumbling sigh, stepping up to the desk where you sat. He silently admired the frown lines on your pretty face and prayed that he hadn’t shoved his foot in his mouth.

Alfie got his answer when you parted your legs enough for him to step between them, and he struggled to breathe properly when you circled them around his behind to pull him closer.

“You’re my girl, yeah?” He muttered, bringing a hand up to cradle your cheek.

“Woman.” You protested softly, welcoming the touch as his silent apology.

You watched as his eyes appraised you and held back from preening when he grunted in appreciation and what you knew were hunger as his eyes trailed your body before landing on your face.

“And what a fucking woman you are.” He said lowly, using his hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

The clatter of the cane falling to the floor didn’t deter you as he let go of it in order to grab you by the waist, pulling you in closer as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, not caring if anyone heard you. Alfie pinched the top of your arse in retaliation and you squealed.

“Alfie!” You sounded scandalised but the enormous smile on your lipstick smeared lips said otherwise.

Alfie admired his artwork with a smug smile, knowing that his mouth probably looked a mess too.

“Don’t Alfie me, woman.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that tasted a lot like a promise. “This is just a preview of what I’ll be doing to you tonight.”

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Welp, that turned sexual. But hello! Hi! Surprise, here’s me answering to an ask five hundred years later. I was in a writing mood so.. hope you enjoy x