#glancing over his shoulder…. pouting……. moving in slow motion…………….

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@dollsuguru

Jealous Jinshi letting Maomao know he's jealous in his own Jinshi way

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 · 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

contents: smut. minors dni 18+. reader wears a nightgown to subtly get the message across. attempt at seduction. lots of teasing and kissing. first time with him. size difference. fingering. borderline overstimulation. vaginal penetration. mostly sweet lovemaking but implications of leading to rougher sex. sylus has a huge dick (he is standing at 6’2 after all). 2.9k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ based off of this arranged marriage sylus x wife!reader post but can be read as a standalone. smut writing is never one of my strengths but I had fun with this one!! and I can only hope it’s an enjoyable read to those who were anticipating a sequel 🤍꒱

“Doing a little late night reading?” Sylus glances at your form through his peripheral as you enter his bedroom with a light skip in your steps. He’s perched at the end of his bed with a high profile report in hand, and with a tilt of your head and prying eyes you hover over the document between his fingers as you stand before him. You skim through a few lines before he tosses it aside, murmuring that it’s nothing of importance when something more interesting happens to catch his attention and you feel the heat of his gaze doing you a once-over.

Your cheeks warm and you feel a tad shyness wash over you when he quietly appraises your body clad in a gorgeous silk slip with lace embellishments. He hums in appreciation, a slow smirk curling on his lips before he reaches out to grasp your waist and pull you forward onto his lap. He secures one arm around you to keep you in place and his thumb sweeps over the delicate sleepwear and the bare skin of your thigh in a soft, languid motion. “You’ll catch a cold in just your nightgown, kitten. Or did you wear it for me?”

“Maybe I just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.” You respond with a coy smile and playful shrug of your shoulder which causes the thin strap to fall from just a whisper of movement. He enjoys your little display and act of innocence if this is your way of telling him that you want to deepen the relationship through shared intimacy like normal marital couples do during this time of night. And truthfully, he’s been waiting far too long for this moment to come but he didn’t expect you to offer yourself on a silver platter. What a sweet and precious wife you are.

“I’m sure you could find something more suitable than a flimsy nightgown.” His knuckles brush up along your arm and hooks the fallen strap around his finger to slide it back into its proper place. “But then, perhaps you wanted to tease me, too?”

You click your tongue in disappointment. No matter what you do he was always two steps ahead of you—it’s thoughtful yet infuriating especially when you want him to act more surprised. “Nothing ever gets passed by you, it seems.”

His large hand slips under the lace trimmings of your nightgown and moves closest to your backside for a firm squeeze. “You should know by now how badly I want you, sweetheart. And with you sitting in my lap, looking breathtaking like that. I’m tempted to just rip this little thing off of you.”

You purse your lips into a small pout that’s adorable to him and grunt in disapproval. “What if this night dress is one of my favorites? Don’t I get a say in what you can and can’t tear?”

He arches a brow as though to challenge you by putting the theory into practice. You keep forgetting that he could read you like an open book, and he loves nothing more than proving you wrong at every chance. “Are you saying you wouldn’t enjoy it if I did? I’ll buy you new ones. Better ones.”

You mull over at the thought. “Sounds troublesome. I’ll have to keep making these frequent shopping trips.”

“I just mean the nightgown is in the way of me seeing all of you. You’re more than welcome to wear it any other time, but right now… I want it off.”

“Well, it’s only fair you make the next move.” He groans lowly when you shift your weight in his lap and rest your head against him. You drag your manicured finger down his chest and gently flick at the silver chain looped between his collar. “I did come all this way just for you.”

He understood your meaning and leans down close enough so his warm breath fans over your lips when he tilts your chin to look at him. “If you want me to take off my clothes, you’ll have to undress me yourself.” The soft spoken words in his deep voice send a tingle to the back of your brain, and the lingering kiss he places on the corner of your mouth adds a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“Still making me work for it? And here I thought I would be cherished and wouldn’t even need to lift a finger.” You bring yourself upright and shove him down onto the bed to climb over him and straddle him. He gives you a knowing smirk at the sound of your cute gasp when you feel just how hard he is for you against your clothed cunt. You make quick work of undoing the underlay of buttons tucked beneath the thick fabric of his tailored dress shirt and remove it entirely to reveal every bit of lean muscle. His build akin to that of a spectacularly sculpted marble statue down to the details of his veins on his strong arms.

“Making you work for it is half the fun, kitten. But just remember who will be putting in the most work tonight.” His hand wanders up your thigh again and moves along the curve of your waist, the expensive silk bunches under his touch and he gropes the fullness of your breast. You feel the strap loosen around your shoulder once more. “Are you liking what you’re seeing? You’re allowed to mark what’s yours, you know. But I’d like to be able to mark you as mine too, wife.” His hungry eyes slowly roam over your matching panties and midriff before he returns your gaze.

Your smaller hand covers his knuckles meanwhile his thumb brushes across your nipple and he revels in the feeling of the bud hardening over the material. “You’re just always so straightforward, aren’t you?” You sensually wrap your finger around the other strap that’s perfectly intact and at your cue Sylus glides his hand down to the small of your back and watches as the dress cascades down to your midsection.

“And you’re so beautiful.” You’re a heavenly sight to behold with the way his amorous stare commits your very existence to his memory, particularly the swell of your lovely breasts that’s heavy with lust and begging for more of his attention. He gently reaches for your wrist and his fingers smooth under your palm to bring your hand up to his face. His thumb runs over the wedding band that binds you to him laying a light kiss against your knuckles, then places your hand over his shoulder waiting for your next move.

You don’t waste another second closing the distance between you two and crash your lips against his for a needy and desperate kiss. Your fingers tangle into his silver locks and your heat grinds against him hoping for some semblance of relief from the ache that’s building inside you. You feel him envelop your breasts fully with each caress and tender squeeze and a little bit of nipple play.

Sylus tastes faintly of sweet, tannic notes from the lingering aftertaste of red wine as your tongue meets his through parted lips. His arms and hands alternate between hugging your body and grip tightening on your hips, bucking himself up into your heat. You feel yourself needing more, wanting more and being closer to him so you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and suddenly the sound of fabric tearing reaches your ears.

You muffle in surprise against his lips and push him back just enough to see him wearing a smug expression. “I should’ve known you’d go against my wishes.” You scoff in disbelief and yet there’s a grin playing across your features that betrays your earlier words. You hate to admit he was right from the start—that you’d find the ripping more attractive instead of being carefully unwrapped like you both have all the patience in the world.

Sylus discards the now ruined piece of clothing aside. He lifts you with ease and your back embraces the cool sheets when he drops you down on the mattress and returns to his full height. “I was never one to follow rules. Besides, you look perfect like this.” You support yourself up on your elbows to follow his movements, and any smart comeback you have dies in your throat when he picks up where you left off by unfastening his belt and stripping out of his trousers. His boxer briefs follow suit and he thinks it’s adorable how you look mesmerized from this performance alone.

Your eyes settle on his huge cock. Almost gawking at it and you unconsciously clench your thighs together. It’s perfectly proportioned to the rest of him—long and notably thicker with an upward center curve and a few prominent veins here and there. He flushes a pretty shade of red that’s gradient from the head down and his pubes are neatly trimmed.

“You don’t have to look so scared, kitten.” He rasps an amused chuckle, and he feels you tense slightly when his hand scales up along your knee to your inner thigh and he dips his fingers between your legs. “I’ll take my time with you so you can handle me.”

Your breath hitches when he feels how drenched you are through your panties. He offers a gratified hum, his handsome face and broad shoulders become your main focus as he closes in on you. “Spread your legs wider.” He murmurs into your ear, and as soon as you give him more access he delves into your mouth for a bruising kiss and chases you down onto the bed. His ministrations on your clit feel absolutely sinful yet so wonderful and your arm wrap around his back meanwhile your hand explores the muscled panels of his upper body and the areas that are within your reach.

A string of saliva connects you both then disappears as your lips come apart. But he doesn’t stray far when the exquisite look on your face is a breath away and he pulls your panties aside to collect your arousal with two digits sliding through your puffy folds. Your lustful sounds escape in a warm exhale as soon as he slowly inserts his thick fingers into your tight pussy, and you’re quite the vision arching your back so tastefully.

“Mmh, that f-feels so good, Sylus.” Your eyes glaze over when he steadily pumps in and out of you, curling so deliciously at your sweet spot and he marvels at the way your cunt is greedily sucking in his fingers. There’s nothing else like him, the way he stretches you and reaches the deeper parts and hits the bits you can’t yourself. He adores the breathless sighs and mewls of his name when he pushes you to the edge even more while kissing you senselessly.

“You sound beautiful. I love the way my name tastes on your lips.” You can feel him smirk against you, but you’re too immersed in your pleasure to respond in words that aren’t broken syllables. He trails open-mouth kisses down to your jawline and along the column of your neck, grazing his teeth and softly sucking on your skin until hues of velvet purple form. Your head burrows into the soft cushion of the mattress, hips squirming as your hand clutches onto his forearm from tension coiling inside you.

“M’gonna come soon, Sy—!” Your pretty moans and pants grow heavier each second, and he loves feeling your body quiver when you’re pressed under him. He’s still knuckles deep inside you with every intention of bringing you up to heaven and back down to him. After all, he doesn’t believe in doing things halfway but can’t pass an opportunity to tease his darling wife.

“You’re getting so close already? I barely got started with you, sweetie.” He chuckles lowly yet his cock twitches as precum oozes and leaks down from the slit of his tip. “Don’t hold it in now. Let go and come for me.”

He’s met with your gorgeous o-face when the euphoric bliss courses through your entire body as your walls tighten around his fingers. Your moans turn into squeals and you try to shove his hand away to soften your orgasm but he doesn’t budge from being much stronger than you. The feeling is more than you can handle when your thighs clamp together to stop his movements. But you don’t want the addictive sensation to leave just yet when he borderline overstimulates you, turning you into a trembling and writhing mess.

You barely have a moment to catch your breath when a chortle escapes you from watching him bring his fingers coated in your cum to his mouth for a curious taste. “Mm. Sweet, just as I thought. You did great, kitten.” He leans down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead, and the first wave of your drawn-out release slowly ebbs away. “Don’t you think you deserve one more?” Sylus pulls your soaked panties down your legs and casts them aside, leaving you completely bare under his gaze.

“I should hope so. Been wanting for you to stuff me with your fat cock tonight.” You’re still a little breathless when your finger glides down his toned chest in a sensual and playful manner. He makes a content hum at the sound of that with an upward quirk of his lips.

“What a bold and resilient wife I have on my hands. As long as I have you, I’ll never be bored again.” He gladly hoists your leg to wrap around his waist and spits down, giving himself a few strokes making it slick before aligning himself to your dripping cunt. His precum mixes with the remnants of your previous climax with the heavy drag of his tip from your opening up along your clit. He revels in the way your body responds with a little spasm. “I won’t have you going back on your words now.”

The flutter of your lashes steers away from his deep and enigmatic eyes, a nervous gnaw of your lower lips as you anticipate the painful stretch from taking him. “Go slow, okay? Because you know…” He knew you were implying about his sheer size, and you feel him grab hold of your hand and press your interlaced hand against the bed beside your head.

He captures your swollen lips that feel entirely too sweet and intimate, replacing your worries with a gentle tangle of his encompassing love and adoration that seeps into your soul. “I wouldn’t dream about hurting you. That’s a promise. But you have to let me in first.” Your breath hitches when his aching tip probes your entrance, yet the tension doesn’t leave your body until he tells you to focus on him with the exchange of kisses laced with a growing insistence. “You’ll let me know if it hurts, kitten? I want to make you feel good.”

With that said, your sharp nails dig into his shoulder blade and draw red lines at the burning stretch that feels too much yet so good at the same time. Your soft sighs and whimpers fill the hazy room and he’s fucking you slowly with just the tip to help ease the initial discomfort. He searches your face every now and again making sure you’re okay before he continues, letting out a guttural moan when he slips in a little more with each thrust until he carves his way into you completely.

“You’re in too deep—hah. Feel so full and good.” You shudder when he stills his movements, throbbing cock nestled inside you to the hilt and kissing your cervix. There’s a carnal desire brewing in his stomach seeing you pinned under his weight keeping him nice and warm. He wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you, any plans and commitments he had prior be damned the moment you swayed in through the double doors. “Want you to m-move, please.”

The sound of your polite begging makes him twitch involuntarily, and he could only imagine what desperate pleas you have in store for him tonight and he’s looking forward to it. When your pretty lips implore him to fuck you faster and harder he won’t be able to hold back. After all, he has always been ready and waiting to give himself to you that aligns with your willingness to accept him. There is no love purer than his, this craving he has reserved only for you. “You know you only have to ask, and I’ll give you everything you want. Just be careful what you wish for, sweetie.”

Sylus chuckles at your cute whine shortly after—such a needy little thing you are. He falls into a sweet and slow rhythm that makes you feel each thrust, the head of his dick down to its shape and following the shaft that caresses the underside of your pleasure endings so incredibly good. Your legs wrap around his back and you pull him in deeper because close just isn’t close enough for you. You need to feel the heat of his body sear against your skin as you hold him, and in turn you feel him squeeze your interlaced hand. “Tonight, you’re all mine. Forget anyone else in the world but me.”

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

TXT tucking you in before leaving for a night schedule

Fluff, no warnings!

Please let me know which one is your favourite!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

It takes Soobin longer than he would care to admit to leave the couch, pressing one last kiss to your face before pulling away - no wait, just one more - before untangling his arms from around you and getting to his feet. He glances back at you on his way to get his jacket and you look so lonely there by yourself now, you pout at each other. There’s just one more thing he has to do before he can put on his shoes and go. You think he’s coming back for another kiss while he puts on his jacket, but when he raises it, it comes down and over you. He tucks it around your shoulders and you slip your arms through the sleeves, wearing it back to front. It’s big enough on you to act as a blanket, bonus, it smells like him. He smiles down at you and strokes your hair, and now he really has to go because he’s getting a call from his driver who is downstairs waiting.

Yeonjun

You exit the bathroom, all warm from your shower, into your bedroom and notice something strange. Your pillowcase was always white, and now it’s black. Your attention shifts to your boyfriend who stands at the end of your bed, smiling at you. He’ll tuck you in, he says. You climb into bed, eyeing the pillow again. Wasn’t it white? It’s his shirt, Yeonjun tells you, so you can fall asleep imagining it’s his chest your head is laying on. His eyes have that sparkle, his grin wide, the way he always looks when he does something cheesy like this, as he pulls the covers up around you. You turn to kiss him, but he’s leaning over to your nightstand, the tv suddenly turning on with your favourite movie ready to play on the screen.

Beomgyu

He pulls his arm out from under you ever so carefully, retreating from the bed so slowly it would look as if he was moving in slow motion; the sheets sound so loud to him when he’s trying to be quiet. Ten minutes ago you were chatting together, until he was talking and getting no reply; you were out like a light. He had told you that you didn’t have to stay awake and keep him company until his schedule, but you had insisted on spending as much time with him as you could get. Now he has to leave, but you’re laying on top of the duvet and he won’t be here to keep you warm and he doesn’t want you to get cold and wake up. He tiptoes out of the room and dashes to the cupboard, retrieves the fluffiest blanket of all and comes quietly back to spread it gently over you. You look so peaceful and adorable that he wants to kiss your cheek goodbye but he won’t risk it, backing towards the door and, with one final look, turns out the light. He can’t wait to come home.

Taehyun

You always have a later dinner on the nights Taehyun has a schedule. He’s always said you don’t have to wait and eat when he does, but you insist on having dinner with him. When you’re done eating, you sit and chat for a while, until it’s time for him to head off to work. He offers to help you tidy up the dishes, but you tell him that you’re going to put them away and head to bed - you usually go to bed early on the nights Taehyun works because you tend to wake up when he comes home very late. Saying goodbye, he slips his shoes on at the door and then he’s gone. You busy yourself with the plates, cleaning and drying, so much quicker a job with only dishes for two, and just when you’ve closed them inside the cupboard, you hear the door unlocking again. You turn with a smile, asking what he’s forgotten. This, he says, and scoops you up in his arms with a laugh, your arms winding around his neck in surprise, and carries you towards the bedroom. With one hand he pulls the covers back, then slides you gently into bed. His eyes are warm as ever as he tucks you in, resting his forehead against yours before kissing you. He really has to go now, he tells you, but he’ll be back to perform his big spoon duties in a few hours.

Huening Kai

He starts out by bringing just one of the plushies from his bed, placing it beside you under the covers. But before he knows it, whether because he wants to drag this out and not leave yet or because of the way you smile and snuggle the toy against your face, he makes another trip and comes back with five more in his arms. He strategically places them - one on either side of your middle, one on either side of your legs, and one on the end of the bed, “standing guard”, he explains.

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[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - minors/ageless blogs dni, i will block you. narumi x f!reader. cw ass play although it is not super descriptive. playful and light cunnilingus although it is not tasteful <3 video game lover we should *mario coin noise* with each other etc etc… | divider by @cafekitsune, wc 933

An army of colorful vehicles in varying styles whizz across the screen in front of your bed, nothing but the sound of clicking buttons and shifting joysticks and the occasional excited giggle or whoop filling your bedroom.

Gen rests against the headboard of your bed, eyes darting between you and the screen where the game is underway, drawn to a sight that is almost delicious enough to distract him on lap 7. His eyes fall to the juncture where your supple ass and thigh meet, emboldened knowing that if he spreads his hand and cups your cheek with the space between his index finger and thumb, it’s a perfect fit. 

You were made to be his little prize whether you’re aware of it or not and there are times he really enjoys reminding you who is really in power in this relationship. He may allow your mouth  to get the best of him on occasion, trapping him with honeyed words and an eager tongue, but Gen Narumi never loses. Certainly not to you. 

At least that’s what he tells himself, conveniently ignoring that all you had to do was lay opposite of him to land you in this position. 

He follows suit and gently climbs over you, eyes not leaving the screen once as he moves. Gen leans down, placing a gentle kiss against the back of your knee that makes you groan. You glance over your shoulder with brows knit, frowning. Looking away from the screen ahead of you is all but an instant death sentence for the victory you thought you claimed when you tossed an item in his direction and slowed him down.  

“Stop that,” you whine, gently shaking your leg in a feeble attempt to get him off of you. Your ass jiggles just beneath the hemline of the slightly oversized t-shirt you’re wearing. Calling it oversized is really a stretch considering it falls just beneath your hips and leaves your panty clad pussy and ass exposed to your boyfriend; the motion only serves as encouragement for the wandering mouth and hands upon you. 

You had to know he’d take advantage of you when you stretched out across the bed on your belly, legs kicking up behind you, giving the man sitting at the head of it a worthy attempt but ultimately useless distraction. Truth be told, it was all part of your master plan to finally beat him at his own game. He kisses the back of your thigh, keeping his eyes glued on the screen that sits just high enough over you that he can see it and his hands on the controller. 

“Gen, I’m serious. Quit it.” You are too distracted to keep your character on the track, veering off to the side with a whimper, victory slipping from your grasp. “You are such a sore winner, I swear to god.”

A sharp exhale fans out against that very same spot he knows his hand fits perfectly and he chuckles, pressing the trigger button and tossing the item he knows will get you off of his tail in an instant while the two of you cross the finish line. You pout and toss your controller aside, burying your face into the bedding beneath you to whine pitfully. 

“You can’t let me win just once?” The words are muffled by the blanket though he knows exactly what you’re saying. “Can’t you let me win just once Gen, please, please, please?” He mocks you in return, placing his hands on either of your hips and pulling them upward, arching your back just to his liking in the process. The t-shirt falls upward, exposing the whole of your back to him, and he can see the wet spot directly between your legs when he pushes them apart.

“You say I’m a sore winner but you’re the one who is about to be sore,” he warns, placing a smack against the roundest part of your ass that causes you to yelp, body jerking enough to give him a few more ripples of gorgeous skin and soft curves.  A low, appreciative hum rumbles in his throat. 

Your traitorous body responds to his call by pushing your hips backwards, knees practically tucked into your underarms thanks to the angle you’re presenting yourself to him at, arms extended out in front of you. It’s a feast for his eyes and he peels back the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your hips and situating them pulled halfway down around your thighs. The damp patch is even more visible from this angle and he leans in to press his tongue against your puckered hole, reaching between your legs to glide his thumb down your sodden slit, stopping just short of your clit. 

“Mmm,” he hums, blowing on your now damp hole, your hips bucking backward in return. Tongue darting out of his mouth, he presses the flat of it against your body, eliciting another whine that is muffled by the covers your face remains buried in. His hands pull your cheeks apart, keeping you spread and open and revealed to him. Dipping his face lower, he laps at your folds and your clit, your hips grinding down in a silent plea for more. 

“You think you’re gonna get it this easy after playing that little game?” His words are mumbled right against your sopping and engorged clit, tip of his tongue lightly toying with the bud. “Not a chance. You’ll cum when I’m ready to win,” he chuckles, tongue drawing slow circles around where you want him instead of directly atop it. “Again.”

[atinycafe]

so I found out that I'm the giggly, wobbly (wobbly as in i literally cannot walk for shit BAHAHISNFKXDN), but also quiet drunk from when i drank a little too much one night and I was wondering how ateez would handle a drunk like that bcs I can't stop thinking about it 🤭

ATZ WITH UNUSUALLY CALM DRUNK READER — headcanons

pairing: ateez x drunk!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 2.0k author's note: SEDRTFYGUKH BE CAREFUL GIRL, funny how my most popular post is about reader being drunk but i dont even drink alcohol irl, aniwayys i feel like i fucked up your ask but hope you like it still ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃ also why is wooyo such a hater in this post, im living for it masterlist

　　○˳　　　　　　hongjoong

you feel a gentle hand on your thigh and you glance over to see hongjoong beside you, his worried eyes peering through the kohl makeup. he moves his hand from your thigh to the back of your head, caressing the back of your neck, his fingers tangling with the clasp of your necklace.

"you okay there, baby?" his soothing voice reaches your ear, even amidst the booming bass playing in the club.

"mmhm," you nod simply, the soft buzz of alcohol making your thoughts feel like they're moving in slow motion. you nuzzle your face against his shoulder, feeling sleepiness creeping in, making you hesitant to speak.

"you're usually… louder," he asks, noticing how you're staring blankly ahead. confused, you blink slowly, not fully processing his words, your mouth slightly agape. hongjoong brings a hand up to gently close your mouth, his thumb gliding over your glossy lips.

"… and you're so cute," you mumble, and hongjoong is taken aback, a rosy hue appearing on his cheeks. he chuckles in disbelief before leaning in for a sweet, small kiss.

"you think i'm cute?" he chuckles, gently placing his palm against your cheek, his eyes crinkling with delight as he catches your fleeting gaze. you nod quietly, letting your hand rest on his thigh as you slowly trace a path up to his face, before leaning in to plant another kiss on his lips, "nah baby you're the cutest."

　　○˳　　　　　　seonghwa

"getting shy already?" seonghwa whispers in your ear, pulling you closer by the belt of your low-rise jeans. you've been dancing with him for a few minutes now; it's become your usual thing whenever you're both at the club. you always look forward to dancing with him, but tonight, you've had a bit too much to drink, and now you're seeking solace, hiding your face in his chest.

"hwa, 'm tired i wanna sit," you say, looping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as you lean on him for support. he responds by holding you even tighter, his hand sneaking around your waist.

"baby's not feeling it tonight? let's get you somewhere more silent," he suggests, gently guiding you through the moving bodies. finally, you settle in a more secluded area, and he helps you sit down before taking a seat next to you.

"you good?" he asks, his eyes on you as you plot yourself on the cold table with your head tilted to the side, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he places a comforting hand on your head, patting it gently.

you take his hand and rest it against your smushed cheek separating it from the table, enjoying the cool sensation of the many rings on his fingers. he chuckles at your gesture.

"sweetheart remind me not to let you drink that much next time."

　　○˳　　　　　　yunho

"what're you staring at?" yunho slides a hand over your shoulders, looking curiously at the half-empty glass that has captured your attention for the past few minutes.

"puppy," he playfully nudges his head against yours, trying to bring you out of your daze when you don't respond. he pouts, not used to being ignored by you.

with a tongue-clicking sound, he grabs the glass from your hand, and you gasp, attempting to reach for it, but he holds it up higher, causing you to lean forward and accidentally fall onto his lap. now that he has you there, he smirks mischievously and drinks from the cup right in front of you until it's empty.

you frown at his theatrics, but he sighs loudly and places the glass back on the table beside you, then starts rubbing your back.

"what's wrong, tiny? don't feel like talking to me?" he smirks as you turn away, reaching for his own glass. however, yunho quickly grabs your wrists in his hands.

"uh-uh, you've had enough tonight. you're not even paying attention to me anymore." his whining matches yours, and you finally calm down when you see his pout. you peck his lips softly once and then again, ignoring the dramatic retching sounds coming from wooyoung behind you as yunho presses a hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

　　○˳　　　　　　yeosang

yeosang, being a silent drinker himself, finds your hyped-up drunk self to be a perfect match for him. but when he sees you sitting there quietly, it puzzles him. despite the soft buzz from the alcohol, he senses that something might be bothering you.

he draws you closer, and you enjoy the sensation of his leather jacket against your bare skin. he absentmindedly plays with a curl of your hair as he bends down slightly, looking into your eyes from the side.

"what's wrong?" he whispers, observing your reaction carefully. however, you can only look at him with confusion because…

"what do you mean, what's wrong? nothing's wrong, i'm good, you're good, we're good." you answer, your words slurring as you hide your face in his jacket, sneaking a hand under his shirt, feeling his body.

"ah, my baby's totally wasted," he smiles, tilting your chin up to get a better look into your eyes. "do you wanna go home? i'll get us an uber right now."

"yeah, i'd like that," you reply, and he drops a kiss on your lips before taking out his phone to book the uber. you rest your head on his chest, watching as he arranges the ride for you. when he's done, you turn to him with big doe eyes, and your bottom lip juts out a bit.

"sangie," you say.

"what?" he blushes under your unwavering gaze and instinctively gets closer to you, feeling your warm breath on his face.

"you got games on your phone?"

　　○˳　　　　　　san

two fingers snap in front of your face, and you flinch. you turn to see the cause of the sound, and there's san, looking all pouty.

"what's up, baby? not having fun?" he takes your face in his big, rough hands, rubbing his thumbs reassuringly on your cheekbones. "we can head home if you want."

"honestly, san, i'm so drunk right now, i can't make out a word you're saying," you mumble, the words coming out slurred from your lips, making san's mouth form an "o."

he giggles at you, his flushed skin showing he's also quite tipsy. his dimples pop out, and you can't help but place a soft kiss on them. this makes him giggle even harder as he pulls you closer into a tight hug. san always gets clingy when he's drunk, and you both usually turn into the giddiest mess, but tonight you're too intoxicated to act like that.

"baby you don't have to talk, 's okay just kiss me," he says, not even waiting for you to make the first move. he starts peppering your face with thousands of little kisses. when he pulls back, you notice the glitter from your makeup adorning his plush lips.

"you got sum on your lips," you absent-mindedly mutter. he wipes at his lips, asking, "oh, where?" before you move closer, saying, "lemme get it for you."

and with that, you drop one last kiss, which turns into a full-on makeout session, making wooyoung groan disgustingly next to you.

　　○˳　　　　　　mingi

"princess, you don't look so good," mingi remarks, concern evident on his face as he notices you absent-mindedly fiddling with your fingers and your unfocused gaze. you turn towards him, briefly closing your eyes.

"do you," you start, trying to get your thoughts across clearly despite feeling a bit tipsy, "do you wanna hold hands?"

mingi takes a moment to grasp your words before he lets out a little laugh. he places his hand gently on your thigh, palm up, inviting you to take it. with a bashful smile, your unsteady fingers find his, intertwining with his own.

"'f course, i wanna hold hands. why wouldn't i want to hold hands with the prettiest girl in the room?" he says, his smile widening as you shyly look away. he didn't expect this reaction from you while being a bit drunk. mingi brings your hand to his lips, planting soft kisses on each knuckle, causing you to hide your face with your free hand.

"you're sooo drunk right now, usually you'd be grinding on me, but you wanna hold hands? and you're acting all shy about it, that's new." he playfully teases, squeezing your much smaller hand in his, enjoying the cute size difference.

"shut up," you mumble, attempting to withdraw your hand, but he doesn't let you. instead, he pulls you closer and places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, whispering close to your ear.

"if i knew i'd be seeing you actin' like that, i would've gotten you on that henny earlier."

　　○˳　　　　　　wooyoung

"pretty come sit here," wooyoung says, spreading his legs out, causing san and yunho to grumble and move away. he pats his strong thigh, inviting you with a crooked smile, and you gently sit down, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he places a warm hand on your covered thigh, and the fabric hardly stops his warmth from reaching your skin. resting his face in the crook of your neck, his hair tickles you slightly. he playfully nibbles your collarbone before planting a sweet kiss on it, leaving a little red mark behind.

"why are you in the corner all alone, you're not having fun, mmh?" he asks in a soft voice, looking up at you from below your chin. you pout a little, enjoying the way wooyoung's soft voice soothes your ears after enduring the loud club music. "a beautiful girl like you should be dancing in the middle of the club."

"the alcohol's really strong here," you whine softly, and wooyoung pecks your bottom lip. he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his own shining, as if he wants to remember your face forever.

"the alcohol's not strong, you're just a lightweight," he chuckles, making fun of you, which makes you grumble and hide your face in his neck, not wanting to be teased anymore. "come on, pretty, let me see your face. can't hide it from me, you'll make me cry."

"i hate you," you whisper, before giving in to temptation and pecking his soft lips. he smiles during the kiss, his hands gently caressing your legs.

"wrong, you're so in love me with me." as you nod against his head, he lets out a deep laugh, kissing your lips once again, pulling you even closer to him. "one more kiss, please?"

"i can't stand you."

"that's why you're sitting on my lap."

　　○˳　　　　　　jongho

you're snuggled up close to jongho, who's bantering with hongjoong in a boisterous manner. when your head rests on his shoulder, he glances at you and pulls you even nearer by wrapping an arm around your waist. with a sweet peck on your head, he greets you with a laid-back "hey."

"hey," you reply, gazing at him as if he's the most captivating thing in the world.

he asks, humming out, "you doin' okay? i haven't seen you dance at all."

feeling his chest vibrating against you adds to the charm of the moment as you answer, "'m doin' okay." jongho can't help but smile, finding your current state of calmness at the club adorable yet novel. it's not something he's seen before, but he definitely likes it.

"how many drinks did you have tonight?" he raises an eyebrow and chuckles when you count your drinks on your fingers. eight fingers are raised, indicating the extent of your indulgence.

"that much." you mumble absent-mindedly, prompting him to lovingly scrunch his nose at you. he takes one of your hands, bringing it to his lips, where he gently pecks two of your manicured nails.

turning to hongjoong, he asks for a glass of water, which his friend agrees to and glances down at you, slouching contentedly on jongho's shoulder.

"now that we're alone, i can finally do this," jongho murmurs, placing a hand on your face and gently brushing away the hair obscuring your eyes.

"do wha—" you start to ask, but he interrupts with a long, lingering kiss on the lips, savoring the taste of alcohol in your mouth. his tongue glides from the roof to the bottom, teasing and dancing with yours, leaving both of you breathless and wanting more.

"usually, you're the one pushing me to kiss you in front of everyone. never thought i'd miss it," he admits with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

[pinkcandyhearts04]

morning quickie | johnny cage x reader

johnny has an early morning meeting and you don't want him to leave yet

18+ ACCOUNT AND POST, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

im not 100% fan of no johnny whimpering but this is a quickie, he dont give a damn about NAYTHING

warnings: afab reader!, degradation if you squint, not men whimpering but a 3rd more desperate thing, porn without plot, do not read this if you actually want some story

"leaving already?" johnny glances over his shoulder at you, giving you one of his signature smiles. your arms wrap around his waist as you bury your face into his back, sighing softly as you feel the way his chest rises and falls with every breath he takes. "i have a meeting with my manager. he's already pissed of as it is." he chuckles softly, his hand finding one of yours and squeezing it gently. "he can wait a little longer, can't he?" johnny can't help but laugh a bit at that, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. "don't tempt me with a good time. but unless you want us to start taking public transportation, i should go and see what he wants." you pout a bit when johnny manages to leave your grasp, even still turning to press a kiss to your forehead. before he can pull too far away, you grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him with a passion that sends a chill down his spine.

he barely makes any attempt to pull away, a soft grunt leaving him before you break the kiss. a string of saliva connects the two of you, staring into each others eyes; you can see that all too familiar flame, a mischievous smile spreading on your lips. "fuck it. i can make this fast." you can only manage a quiet giggle when johnny kisses you, hard and wanting as he starts to tug off your shorts; he doesn't dare to take off his button down that's practically hanging off of you, a simple piece of fabric doing things to him. you don't make any attempt to stop him or even make him slow down, gasping when two of his fingers start to pump into you fast and without much warning. "fuck, so wet already..it's not even 10 o clock yet." he groans softly, letting your shaky hands start to undo the buckle of his belt. once he's sure you're ready, he wastes no time in flipping you onto your stomach pressing your face into the covers. his free hand holds your hips up as you squirm underneath him, trying to get some friction already.

"shh, let me do this, hot stuff. you wanted this so bad, you enjoy the ride." johnny snickers, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers to stroke over his cock. without a second to think, johnny pushes into you up to the hilt. the two of you moan in unison at the heat growing between you two, making you bury your face into the sheets as he rocks his hips into you with a rough pace from the get-go. soft gasps leave you every time he pushes back into you, your fingers gripping the sheets at the sound of his groans behind you. "fuck, baby, so fucking tight.." he grumbles, his hand holding your head down now trailing to your breasts. he gropes one of them roughly, making your back arch as you start to match his pace with your own hips. "goddamn, feels like you were fucking made for me.." with how erratic he starts to move, you can tell he's close. soft pants leave johnny as you look over your shoulder at him almost the same he had looked at you only moments ago, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes. "w-wanna..cum, wanna cum a-at the same time.." you whine out softly, your pleading voice only further cracking johnny's resolve.

johnny groans as his hand almost instantly moves to your clit, rubbing rough circles against it. that motion alone elicits a loud cry from you, turning to jelly in johnny's hands as the other hand not playing with your clit holds you up. "j-ohnny..." you whine, barely able to make out any words as you feel the coil in you start to unravel. "i k-know, dollface, i know, fuck.." johnny groans, finally letting loose as he presses his hips flush against yours. you let a long, desperate moan when you cum only seconds after johnny, feeling the way he seems to almost endlessly fill you up.

idk how to end this lol, johnny aftercare is not my strong suit although i know he would DEFINITELY BE GOOD AT IT

[missredherring]

Lap of Luxury

(Moodboard made by @psychedelic-ink )

Liam (Nikita) x Fat F!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: He’d told himself that you were a distraction, a liability, a weakness he’d be foolish to give in to, but he hadn’t been able to stay away. He hadn’t been able to stop wondering what it would look like to press his fingers into your skin.

Contents: established relationship. pwp. grooming of body hair. mentions of canon-typical violence. insecurity. oral sex (f! receiving).

A/N: I started writing this in Sept... and then I got distracted, but finally finished it today.

There is no one else I've thought "what a weirdo"(affectionate) more than Liam, so I'm glad to finally share this thot with everyone.

@psychedelic-ink I've finally finished it! Sil made this amazing moodboard. Please look on it with awe, cos I sure am.

Thank you to @fhatbhabie for looking over this.

“Did you start without me?” You ask after finding him on the couch, naked except for a towel wrapped around his slim waist. You toss your keys into the catch-all bowl on the cluttered entrance table and send him a pout before going into the bedroom.

Tracking your route through the apartment, he admires the way you weave around obstacles you’d placed there yourself like the ottoman that’s used as a side table, currently stacked with a wobbly tower of books you checked out from the library. Photos and prints on the walls that you stop to straighten, not remembering how you’d bumped them askew when he’d pushed you up against the wall so his hands could do other things while he kissed you.

When he’d moved into this particular space it had been intended for a short stay. A place to fulfill his basic needs and then he’d move on. To the next city, to the next apartment; wherever the job took him. Then he’d met you. And kept meeting you, finding excuses and then planning run-ins with you during your routines. His path had always been straight and to the point, but now with you, it’s a meandering wander through the days. Liam finds he doesn’t mind the slow and indirect path with you by his side.

“No. I’m just setting up.” He says, raising his voice to reach you in the bedroom. 

He glances back to the pad of his thumb where he’d been testing the sharpness of his straight razor and notices that he didn’t startle and cut himself when you’d come in. His smirk is a prideful little thing. Even so, he makes sure to move the blade when you come out to join him. 

You’ve changed into some of the clothes he’d gotten for you to keep here before you’d officially moved in: a plain t-shirt made from soft cotton in the biggest size he could find. You swim in it and often tell him you couldn’t be comfier when you wear it. He takes in the slope of your shoulders, the way you roll your head on your neck, and the lines that crease between your brows; all signs of the day’s stress. 

Liam motions for you to join him on the couch and hands you the bottle of shave cream in exchange for a kiss. When you settle in with your body turned towards him, you reach for the towel he’d put on the coffee table and drape it over your plump thigh before popping the bottle cap open. 

It would have been unthinkable to have someone else handle the razor before. He’d had acquaintances in Division, and after he’d gone rogue there was no one he’d let close to him. Until you. You, with your civilian background, civilian job, and civilian life. You’d had no idea who he was or what he’d done when you’d smiled at him and offered your help in finding what he’d been looking for. 

He’d told himself that you were a distraction, a liability, a weakness he’d be foolish to give in to, but he hadn’t been able to stay away. He hadn’t been able to stop wondering what it would look like to press his fingers into your skin.

Now here you are, about to take part in a ritual that calms his nerves and soothes the paranoid voice in his mind when it speaks louder of men around every corner that are coming for him.

Removing all the hair on his body had been a necessity so he didn’t leave any genetic evidence on a job. He isn’t as anxious about it these days, able to leave the hair on his knuckles and toes, but it’s still comforting and he knows you take some comfort in it as well.

You warm the cream between your hands before you smooth it up his forearm, pressing down to massage the muscles underneath his skin. The back and forth of your hands lulls you both into a sense of calm and not for the first time, he marvels at how he doesn’t react when the blade is put to his skin. No offense or defense, Liam sits still in your care of him. It’s a luxury he’d never been able to afford. The first pass of the razor is done in silence and you both let out a breath when you lift the blade from his skin and wipe it on the towel.

From there on it’s an easy rhythm: the back and forth pass of the blade against skin, the reapplication of cream, and his thoughts are calmed and settled.

There’s a look of intense concentration on your face that he soaks in. It means that you’re taking every care with this task and with him.

The blade is warming up now. The scrape of metal louder over their quiet breathing in the apartment. 

Liam’s very aware of the places you have access to, the places he’s opening up to you. Even before Division he wouldn't have let anyone have this much access to the soft points of his body.

He idly catalogs all the points where you only need to press harder, deeper, into his skin to kill him. His wrist, the crook of his elbow, the thinner skin of his armpit, his neck. The next observation supplies the moves in sequential order he would need to perform to take the blade from you and kill you. It would be easy. He’s done it before and you have no defensive training to protect yourself against him.

You turn your head, exposing your neck to him, and he can see the faint throb of your jugular vein. Another vital spot that would be so easy to strike. 

Instead he puts his hand there, his palm protecting the thin vulnerable skin, and brings you to him for a kiss. For all of his self control Liam has never been able to limit himself to just one of your kisses. 

Mouths brushing together, his lips are dry and catch at yours until he licks them to ease the way. You sigh and lean into him. One of your hands brushes down his chest and touches the scratch marks you left behind the other night. It’s tender and the flash of nerves offers up a reminder of the way your eyes looked up at him with eyelashes spiked with tears. He’d only pressed his cock harder into your mouth and thought you beautiful when you’d gagged and accepted him as much as you could. 

The straight razor is held steady in your other hand until he takes it from you and sets it on the coffee table. The towel is tossed down next to it.

“Don’t you want to finish shaving?”

“Later. Right now I want to eat your pussy.” Liam says, chuckling at the way your eyes dilate and how your breathing picks up.

All you have to do is nod and he’s pushing you down on the couch, a hand on your leg extending it and giving him access to even more of your softness.

He strokes up and down your thighs, moving the hem of your shirt higher and higher with each pass. He takes his time watching, he’s always watching you, and tracks how your body reacts to his attention. You’re leaning back more and more, relaxing until he reaches where your shirt is bunched at the top of your thighs. Muscles tense when his fingers delve underneath the fabric to follow the line of your underwear around and under your ass cheeks. 

His biceps flex and it’s the only warning you have before he grips you and yanks your body towards him so you end up on your back.

Your shout of his name breaks down into sounds of delight. He tsks at you; by now you should know his slim build is deceptive, and if he’s strong enough to take on men bigger than him, he has the strength to move your body. 

Liam understands hang ups and those little voices that lie even when you see the truth with your own eyes, so he watches as the momentum of his action meets the momentum of your laughter and keeps your body in motion. He just wants to sink into you and keep you in motion for as long as you’ll let him. 

He begins to lift your shirt to remove it, but you stop him. 

“You don’t want me to take it off?” He asks. 

“Not today.” You say in a quiet voice. 

Another weakness so easily revealed. God it’d be easy to manipulate you into whatever situation he wanted. He knows the exact things to say and the right tone to use that would break you, but he’s surprised every time at how much he doesn’t want to. Not when you trust him to stay by your side when you’re feeling vulnerable and to be there when you’re ready to hold your head high again. 

The sheer amount of trust you have in him, whether he’s earned it or not, drives him insane with the need to reciprocate in some way. To shorten the distance between the sheer goodness of you and all the bad things he’s done.

So he pushes your shirt up enough to bare your hips and legs and strokes his thumbs along the sensitive skin there.

“Ok, baby.” He assures you, nuzzling the soft skin of your inner thigh and enjoying how it feels against his freshly shaven cheek and jaw, the way your pubic hair tickles his lips and nose, and how your scent offers a reminder of how you’ll taste when he finally opens his mouth to swipe his tongue through your folds. “Can I still eat this pretty pussy?” A kiss to one thigh. “Just a few licks?” A kiss on the other with just the barest scrape of teeth to make you shiver. “Just a taste?”

“Yes, please.” Your voice is still quiet, but firm, and he takes one more look at your eyes, studying them over the hem of your shirt and the hills of your stomach and breasts, before turning his attention back between your thighs. Holding your legs open, he picks up where he left off: nuzzling and kissing his way around the familiar territory of your vulva. 

He knows how to make you relax, how to have you blossom for him, your lips parting on their own as your legs open wider for him to reveal your clit and all the beautiful soft tissue that’s swelling under his careful ministrations. 

Satisfied with that start, he moves down from the couch to the floor to get a better angle. He takes the towel from around his waist and folds it a few times before kneeling on it, adjusting his growing erection into a more comfortable position between his legs. He can’t resist thumbing the bead of precum that’s gathered on the head and spreading it around while you too get into a better position on the couch, rocking back and forth to get your shirt out from under your ass and a throw pillow behind your back. When you spread your legs for him again with enthusiasm he dives back in.

Just like with his work, his perfectionist tendencies serve him well in the pursuit of pleasure. Where to touch, how much pressure to use, whether to go faster, slower, or to maintain his current pace; everything is lined up like a to-do list waiting to be ticked off. Or at least that’s how it’d been with his past partners. A transaction with agreed upon parameters before the encounter. 

It’s different with you. It changes from moment to moment, directed by your desires instead of the end goal. There’s an element of the unknown that he can’t anticipate, that he can’t pin down and define, but he can feel it creeping up his spine even now as he swirls his tongue over your clit. 

Your pleasure surrounds him, feeding his own desire and bringing it to new depths when your hips wiggle in an attempt to get the stimulation you want in the right area. He follows your lead and can just hear the moan you let out as your thighs start to shake against his ears. 

You're gasping now, one hand clutching a breast and making your shirt rise and reveal more of your body, but you don’t seem to care anymore, not with the way you’re trying to grab any part of him that you can reach. He takes that searching hand and entwines your fingers together. You squeeze them and sigh when he rests the two hands on your pelvis just above his head.

The twitch of your muscles, the sounds you make, the taste that coats his tongue and makes him salivate for more. It's all-encompassing and he's dizzy with it. He wants more, he wants to devour every drop from your body and then some.

He paints his name onto your cunt, his spit mixing with your slick. Centering the peaks and dips of the letters over your clit. Another way to leave his mark on you without a trace. Just like the bruises and marks that fade with time. He likes to see them, likes to watch you touch them with fondness when you find them, but more and more he wants them to last. He wants to stay in you, on you, with you. 

Another undulation of your hips presses his face deeper into you and he can't breath. The pressure builds in his lungs until you move back just enough and it releases, moving up from his chest and out of his mouth, pushing sounds with it.

He moans into your pussy, the sound strange to his ears.

"Liam." You answer his moan with one of your own and he's lost. “Do that again. Oh, fuck–”

"That's it, baby,” His voice is wrecked. No longer able to maintain it’s usual steady cadence. The tone of command is gone and he's begging you now, another moan punctuating the request. “Make my face messy with your pussy."

Your orgasm ripples through you, cum spilling out onto his waiting tongue to mix with the sounds his vocal chords are making. He can’t stop them so he gives them to you; tucking them away in your folds until the sensations are too much for you and you push him away. 

His cock lays pulsing in his lap with drips of precum rolling down the sides of his legs, but he makes no move to tend to it.

He feels exposed and suddenly there’s too much room around him. His bare back is too wide, too easy of a target to hit. His kidneys, his neck, the spinal cord between C1 and C7. 

Instead he rests his head on your lap, feeling the give of your thighs and the warmth of your stomach as he presses into it, allowing the softness of you to surround him, to hide him. Your free hand starts stroking over his short hair, moving lower and lower over his skull until your hand pauses on the back of his neck, gripping him there for just a moment, protecting that open target, and then you start again. The rhythm calms his racing heart as he breathes through his nose and tries to regain control of himself. 

[playbucky]

Wifey.

You and Ghost have been colleagues, some might say friends even lovers if you listen to the rumours, since you both joined the army.  Characters – Ghost x Reader, Price, Gaz, Soap, Laswell, Graves.  Word Count - 1.7k.

He slowly made his way into your room with heavy steps, ones he purposely did to make sure you heard him. Anyone else that looked into the room would assume that you were focused on the book on your lap, you followed his steps around the room, the routine that he always had. He made his way to the kettle and switched it on, you had filled it with fresh water when you came back. When the kettle boiled he grabbed his mug, the tea bag, sugar and milk before he made his concoction. You had tried to make it once, he drank it but the way his lips twisted with every sip you left it to him. He removed his out layers and welcomed the way his sweat cooled against his body even if he felt sticky and horrible, he made his way over and lowered himself into the couch beside you, the mask pulled up to rest on the bridge of his nose. The familiar scars on show for you and you alone. ‘How long?’ You asked, hands warmed by the mug in between them, you hadn’t drank the tea you made earlier. ‘Six months.’ He grumbled, your pouted. ‘I won’t be here when you come back, being sent on tour.’ You told him the news you got at eight am sharp this morning. ‘Again?’ He quizzed, you nodded as you turned to him. ‘The Lieutenant had an emergency, he’s taking my next one if he’s back.’ You said, Simon grunted next to you.

‘Where is she?’ You recognised his voice, it bounced off the walls, a quieter response came from someone but you couldn’t hear it. Incoming footsteps stopped outside your door, for once you were glad you were in a room by yourself when the door was pushed open. Ghost stood in the middle of the room, dark narrowed eyes searched the bare room before they landed on you. Simon made his appearance, the wrinkles between his brows smoothed. ‘Lieutenant Y/L/N, I tried to stop him.’ The nurse apologised, her eyes wide with fear and concern, you waved her off. ‘It’s alright.’ You told her, a weary glance was sent to Simon before she nodded. Once the door was shut behind her, Simon’s shoulders dropped, his eyes softened as he took you in. You had yet to see yourself but with the pain across your face, the wound ran down your cheek and was surrounded by a slow forming bruise. ‘I’m alright.’ You spoke, his gaze narrowed on your face. ‘Bullshit, I read your intake report.’ He admitted, ‘busted ribs, concussion, fractured eye socket, broken nose, broken leg - want me to go on?’ Simon quizzed, you shook your head. ‘No thank you, I can feel them.’ You replied, he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘What did you do, cannonball off the building.’ He commented, you didn’t respond, ‘Please tell me you didn’t.’ Simon almost begged you as his stomach flipped. ‘I didn’t.’ You replied, he glared at you ‘well it was either that or get blown up by a grenade, what would you rather?’ You asked, he grumbled some response as you tried to smile but the wound stopped you. ‘You’re an idiot.’ He breathed out, the hand on the edge of the bed wrapped around your hand. ‘I know.’ You replied, he played with a finger. ‘Did you succeed?’ Simon quizzed, you shook your head. ‘No,’ you inhaled, ‘Laswell’s coming in later to discuss it.’ ‘It wasn’t a tour, was it?’ He asked, you looked away from him. ‘Can’t say.’ Your fingers played with the blanket.  ‘Y/N.’ His voice deepened, you narrowed your eyes at him as you turned. ‘It’s still open, you know the rules.’ You reminded him, he crossed his arms over his chest. ‘I don’t care about the rules when you end up here.’ He said. ‘Simon.’ You said sternly, you were sure he pouted underneath his mask. ‘Can I have a cuddle?’ You asked, he huffed but stood up, his large frame seemed to take up most the space. ‘Move over.’ He commanded, his voice soft as he motioned at you. Carefully your moved over, you face scrunched up and Simon jerked forward, you held a hand up. He huffed again before he watched you roll onto your side, he rested his hands on the blanket that had been draped over you. Slowly he snuck in behind you, once he was on, awkwardly but as comfortable as he would go without his worry of hurting you appearing. He wrapped an arm over you, hand across your chest as you hugged it. Warmth spread all over and you relaxed, Simon followed soon after.

Ghost followed Price, Soap and Gaz into the small conference room. The overhead lights had been dimmed enough to see the projector clearly. ‘Afternoon fellas.’ You greeted them, leg up on a second chair, the white cast stuck out. The others smiled widely at you but Ghost glared, silently he went to his seat whilst the group quizzed you, having not saw you for almost two weeks. ‘It’s nice to see you but we’re here for work not a catch up.’ You told them, they reluctantly walked away and lowered themselves into their seats, attention on you and the screen. ‘I told you my latest assignment was a regular tour, six months of drills and searches but I lied,’ you started, you watched their brows dipped, ‘Although I was with a team I was there for an alternative reason who I can now name as Phillip Graves.’ You informed them. ‘Very funny, we killed him two years ago.’ Soap said, you remained silent and rolled your neck. ‘You never.’ ‘Upon further investigation the person in the tank wasn’t Grave, he had a scapegoat and managed to escape.’ You explained, they looked confused and angry. ‘Laswell caught wind of him again about eight months ago.’ You said, all their attention snapped to Laswell who had her head lowered, ‘I managed to get close enough to watch him, the team he’s gained is supporting a few terrorist organisations.’ ‘So, when’s the attack?’ ‘Not sure, but three of his members flew into to Heathrow this morning and Graves, or Andrew Smith joined them two hours ago.’ You explained. ‘You got a plan for us?’ Price asked, Kate nodded and stepped forward to take over. Everyone looked at her to pay attention but you knew Simon was watching you, you turned to him and you were right. The dark eyes appeared to be glaring at you but they weren’t. ‘I’m sorry.’ you mouthed, he dipped his head before he turned to Kate. ‘You know, your girlfriends pretty good at jumping from roofs, she’s beautiful as well.’ Graves said, he was trying his best to get under Ghost’s skin but he tilted his head back to make contact eye contact with him. ‘I don’t have a girlfriend.’ He responded, his voice emotionless. ‘So, who’s that pretty thing then?’ Graves quizzed, Ghost stared at him but he noticed something click in his pea sized brain. ‘She’s your wife.’ He stated, Ghost didn’t react but Soap and Price glanced at him cautiously, one of them knew the answer, ‘I mean, I heard all the rumours when I was with you for that short time and truthfully, I see it.’ He leaned back in his seat. ‘Big bad Ghost who’s said to be unbreakable and the pretty little thing who breaks herself.’ He said, Ghost narrowed his eyes behind bis mask as Graves chuckled to himself. ‘No wonder she turned me down how many times.’ Graves commented, in order to annoy Simon but truthfully he already knew about the attempts. ‘Maybe you just need to listen to women, or anyone in general.’ Soap commented, Graves’ eyes snapped to him with a sinister smile. 

‘They found out.’ He whispered into your ear, his grip tight around your back. ‘What?’ You asked, he pulled back as you looked at his face. ‘You’re married.’ Soap exclaimed, Simon huffed and you could see the annoyance on his face. ‘Yeah.’ You sighed, you looked at Gaz who looked shocked and confused as well. ‘You never told us.’ He said, you crossed your arms over your chest, Soap stopped. ‘Wasn’t a need to know.’ You commented, Simon stood next to you as the men tried to interrogate you. ‘Bullshit.’ He spat put. ‘Soap.’ You snapped, he looked at you, ‘I apologise that we never told you or Kyle, our jobs, especially mine means I can’t flaunt any relationships no matter how important they are to me.’ You said. ‘Can we ask why?’ Soap asked. ‘Yeah, doesn’t mean we’ll answer.’ Simon quickly replied. ‘Simon,’ you started, ‘it was for support or convenience. None of us had family so we came to the conclusion it’d be easier and here we are.’ You held an arm out, Soaps eyebrows had raised. ‘Explains why he listens to you.’ Gaz commented, you chuckled as Simon stepped closer.  ‘He doesn’t listen I’m just the voice of reason that he knows if he breaks it, he’ll get into trouble.’ You told the group, Simon rolled his eyes and his grip on your waist tightened slightly. ‘I think we should go the pub.’ Soap stated. ‘Why?’ You asked him, head tilted to the side. ‘To celebrate the real death of Graves.’ He commented, you saw the glint in his eyes. ‘And?’ You quizzed. ‘There isn’t an and.’ Soap commented, you arched your eyebrow but the smile spread over Soap’s lips gave you the answer. ‘There’s always an and with you.’ Simon commented. ‘Fine,’ he sighed, ‘we should celebrate your marriage.’ He said hopeful, you silently chuckled. ‘Soap we’ve been together for almost twenty years.’ Simon admitted to the group, their eyes widened. ‘All the more to celebrate.’ Gaz commented, you lowered your head now that he was joining in. ‘I mean, I could use a drink.’ You stated, Simon’s head snapped around to you before he sighed and nodded. Soap cheered before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and lead the pair of you away. Price and Gaz followed closely but Simon watched, his heartbeat quickened as he looked at his family. You looked over your shoulder and looked at him, an eyebrow raised before you stretched a hand out inviting him to join. 

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun // Teaser

Stripper! Matty x Corporate! Girlie

content warnings: allusions to smut, just mdni I beg, lingerie, fem matty, vague descriptions of a lap dance

It's like you can see the flashing neon lights vibrating along with the bass, pulsing music making the whiskey in your glass ripple slightly. The crowd is thin, people leaving slowly as the night nears its end. Yet you see the DJ still playing, mixing and grinning wildly as the music makes its way through the room. You watch him for a few minutes, his long blonde hair falling right above his shoulders in loose waves, white shirt clinging to his sweaty chest. 

Your eyes scan the room lazily, taking a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning deliciously on the way down, numbing the constant feeling of stress, even if for only a little while. Purple and pink blurs your vision as you down the rest of the whiskey, running a hand through your let-down hair, unbuttoning one of the buttons of your shirt. 

Preoccupied with looking for a waitress to refill your drink, you don’t even notice the lingering glances from the figure to your right. The clicks of a pair of heels is the first thing you hear, impossibly loud even in the midst of the music, it's all you can focus on. Your eyes wander up his body as he nears you, skin glistening with sweat and glitter, his eyes glinting in the colorful lights of the strip club. 

Raking over his frame, you watch him sway his hips, one hand pushing his hair up, messy curls falling well past his ears, ends dipped in pink dye, mixing wonderfully with the chocolate brown framing his face. You can see a ring in his lip from where you’re sitting, but that isn't what captures your interest. Trailing down, you see a glittery belly button piercing, standing out beautifully against his pale skin. It makes your breath hitch, your knuckles white around your glass. 

Twenty, fifty, hundred dollar bills are held in place by the waistband of his skimpy lace panties, so sheer they leave most nothing to the imagination. Your lips part at the garter belt hugging his body, holding up fishnet stockings you swear you’ve only seen in your dreams, the thin straps of his heels tightly clasped around his ankles. That man was now standing in front of you, lips pouted and a hand on his hip, nails chipped black. 

You can see him more clearly now, bracelets and necklaces covering him, audible whenever he moves, entrancing you fully. Dark blue eyeshadow frames his eyes, now looking down at you from his position between your parted legs, smiling coyly. With your shirt half unbuttoned and untucked, your hair down and refilled whiskey in hand, you eye him up and down for what felt like the fourth time that night, biting your lip when you land on the lace barely covering him.

“Fancy a dance, love?” he speaks, words coated in thick honey, his glossed lips moving in slow-motion as you raise your eyebrows at him, a sly grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. You see him suck in a deep breath as you pretend to ponder, your tongue swiping along your bottom lip for good measure. Nodding slowly, you move your hand away from your lap, freeing up space for him to straddle you, thighs on either side of yours. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a club?” Ha asks, lips pressed so close to your ear you can feel his breath against your skin. He smells like posh cologne, a stark contrast to his otherwise feminine, almost soft appearance. “Work stress, you know how it is.” you mutter, eyes focussed on his chest, transfixed. 

“I don’t, actually.” he giggles, resting his slender fingers on your shoulders. He uses his new position to start grinding down on you, rolling his hips against your body. His movements are fluid, practiced, sure. “Tell me your name, doll.” you half ask, half demand, the lustful look in your eye unmistakable. The curly haired man wraps an arm around the back of your neck, bringing your faces impossibly close, your lips almost touching. 

“Matty. The name’s Matty.”

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ dilf!talisen 781 / gn reader ꒱ you go out with your new boyfriend to a cafe - along with his toddler son. what chaos ensues? 

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“milkshake!” The toddler huffs out in demand, looking up at his father with big eyes and a pout of his lips.

and the father that stands next to you can all but laugh a little at the antics of his son. before he looks at you. eyes glinting with a joy that is refreshing to see after a very long week.

“see, he has always had this thing that wherever we go. he must get strawberry milkshake.” the explanation has you chuckling a bit to yourself, looking down at the young boy who shifts to look up at you. throwing his hands in the air to be picked up.

with a swift motion, you swing him into your arms and twirl around. the joyous laughter of the boy making other café visitors smile.

oh carlos, a small sun running around happily wherever his feet carry him. you sit him on your arms while looking up at his father.

talisen glances down at you with a smile and presses a kiss to the crown of his son’s head. waving a hand towards himself, to signal for your to follow.

the three of you make your way to the counter, greeting the worker who will take your order.

“why do the two of you not go find a place to sit?” talisen hums softly after looking around, turning his eyes to you after the three of you decided upon drinks and cakes.

carlos happily wriggles in your hold at the genius words his father speaks, gasping and waving his arms around. squirming to get down on the floor and run to his favourite table.

you yelp and follow along, throwing a quick glance over your shoulder to see the man ordering your drinks and make sure all is going well.

“Mama/papa!/( x ),” the toddler calls for you, voice silly and unhinged as always when he gets excited.

“yes, yes i’m coming carlo!” laughter erupts from you, legs quick to rush you over to the spot the boy decided you all will sit for the next hour or so.

“slow!” oh the audacity of this child! always bullying you for your delayed running.

“always looking at baba.” he snickers, kicking his feet happily. “youuuuuu love baba. like papa did.”

with a shake of your head, and your index flying to your lips. you hush the boy, furrowing your brows a bit but still smiling so that he does not misunderstand your expressions.

“don’t sat that carlo!” you chuckle and sit next to him. taking out a napkin to wipe his nose. he was always a bit of a sick boy, sneezing a lot in the autumn months. it mattered not what month or season it was. the poor one couldn’t catch breaks from coughs and colds.

“blow your nose hon,”

a small noise of disapproval escapes his mouth, but as the feeling of a sneeze creeps up on him, he immediately starts to blow his nose into the napkin. and once he is done, you move away the napkin.

but not without making sure the area around the nose weren’t completely dry and clean. you hate when he starts getting teary from the painful itch the leftover snot can cause.

with a few kicks of his feet, carlos starts reaching out for the small toy bunny that you carry around for him, teeth biting down on his knuckles in his focus to get the stuffie.

you can’t help but laugh. taking it out of the pocket and handing it over to him. his hand gripping at it and snatching the bunny over to him. the big jacket he’s wearing ruffling as he hugs it close.

“NINNuS!” he declares, lifting the toy into the air as if to show the entire world of his most precious item.

“aww, did you get your bunny, carlo?” the poet chuckles, arriving at the table with drinks and dessert.

“YES!”

“shh shh, quiet rabbit burrow.” talisen hushes his son. and in response the boy makes a small hush sound, hands shooting up to the top of his head. pretending to have rabbit ears that flop around.

yet all attention on his father, you, and his beloved ninnus immediately moves itself to the giant strawberry milkshake before him.

“that’s a. . . tall glass,” you murmur to the father, giving him a small look of uncertainty.

a quick shake of the head is what you receive in response at first. sigh leaving parted, soft, red lips. . . no, get your mind away from that!

“i am not certain as to why they gave such big a glass, i informed them it was for a kid. but alas.” he hums.

the ball of sunshine pays no attention to your conversation, the glass looked comically large next to him. a small boy and a big glass full of milkshake

“this so good.” he whispers out with a balled up fist shaking slightly, eyes glaring at it after a few sips. and then he’s at it.

chuckles between his father and you are exchanged, and for a while. you simply sit and talk.

enjoying the aromas and the atmosphere of the autumn themed café that bustles with people. the good energy matching the same of the sun that shines through red and yellow leaves gently drifting through the streets of elritea.

“quite the weather it is today. the breeze is cold and wild, and the temperature is just perfect for afternoon walks down to the lake.” you hum out in soft response to the words, they tickle every corner of your head. such soothing and comforting words.

“it truly is beautiful,” you answer.

“I wonder if—” any sentence you were about to speak is interrupted by the scrape of a glass and the clinking against the table. fortunately no indication of it breaking. but a scream followed by cries of distress follows very quickly after.

carlos had spilt all of his milkshake on himself, and ninnus.

oh the horrors. . . you immediately rise from your seat to pull napkins out of your back, cleaning off carlos before even mind the glass or the table. this poor baby is already cold! you are not about to risk him getting any sicker than he had been last week.

“carlo— shhh shh it’s okay— it—”

“MY MILKSHAKIE” the boy cries and takes in a big gulp of air, looking at you with tears streaming down his face.

all the while as you help carlos get cleaned up. talisen gets up to remove the glass and clean the table, gently taking away ninnus so that he can wash the stuffie in one of the sinks of the toilet stalls. he presses a gentle kiss to his son’s cheek and frowns at the sight of him.

he hates when carlos cries. it breaks his heart every time.

“it will be alright carlos, baba buy you a new one?”

“NINNUS!”

“Ninnus will be okay, I shall give him a little wash and dry him, it is okay.” The father assures his son, taking him into a small hug. so what if the coat got messed with some of the milkshake his son was covered in, he needed the comfort.

he looks up at you and sighs softly.

“dear you stay here please? i shall buy a new one for carlos, and wash the bunny.”

you are about to protest, it is clear. but the poet smiles at you and shakes his head, gently brushing his son’s curly hair.

“please stay here and make sure he is clean and comforted. it is alright, you owe me nothing.”

and so the man heads off to the counter after an affirmative nod from you. rushing off to demand for a smaller glass for his son with new milkshake.

immediately you dive in to clean the boy up and remove the sweater he had worn over his t-shirt, and covered him with his jacket again. sitting with him and gently playing with his hands to quiet him down and soothe his bad mood.

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Pairing: Blue Jones x Reader Blurb: Blue does your makeup for you since you suck at it apparently. Warnings: None, it's fluff. WC: O.6K

The vibrations of the music tickled your fingers as they laid splayed over the chairs worn leather armrests, muffled by the walls of the dressing room, yet still loud enough to be felt. Blue’s breath fanned across you face, humming along absentmindedly as his eyes traced over you intently, focused on each feature, each detail. He was so close you could see his nostrils flare softly with each breath.

Blue had been dissatisfied with your makeup skills for a while. At first he only quirked an eyebrow when he gave you a once over before your first performance. Then it escalated into a pointed look, then a sigh, a tensing of his sharp jaw and now this. He’d found you an hour before your set, one of the few shows on a slow Tuesday night and seated you in front of a vanity, turning the chair so your back was to the mirror as he leaned down and looked you over.

“I’ve had enough of you embarrassing me in front of customers because you use eyeliner like a fucking crayon.” He mutters bluntly, dark eyes flickering over your face one last time before turning towards the vanity, going through your supplies, the sound of plastic clattering across the wooden surface was the only noise besides the remnants of the club's music.

His hand pushes lightly on your forehead, tilting your head back to find a comfortable position to leer over you properly as he starts applying primer to you, dabbing it all over your face with a warm, rough thumb. Despite the usual ferocity of the man, and the way he held your chin firmly, his touch wasn't rough. It certainly wasn't light, but he applied everything to you with uncharacteristic gentleness you didn't often see from him.

Blue moved through the motions, more practiced than you'd have expected as he brushed foundation onto you, rubbing a light counter under your cheek bones. His dark eyes were intense as they kept on you, like a painter eyeing his muse. "Stop blinking." He snipped as he applied eyeshadow to your eyelids, the constant tapping of the brush to get off the excess powder was oddly soothing. You pouted, but shut your eyes as he commanded, resigning yourself to be his personal little barbie doll.

The way he tenderly dabbed glitter on with a single finger, the warm breathes that tickled at your nose when he got close and the way he held your chin so delicately had your skin erupting in goosebumps. Such a soft moment was quite off-brand for him, but as he dragged a creamy lipstick over your bottom lip, staring down at you with an almost fond look in his eyes, you yearned for more. Yearned to be treated like you were his frail little doll, something he didn't want to break.

"There. Don't you just look beautiful." He cooed, the usual cheshire grin curled at Blue's lips as he stood back from you, tilting his head to marvel at his work.

"If I had more time on my hand's I'd come baby you like this more often, but I'm going to trust you to learn how to do your makeup like a big girl and not look like a five year old that got into mommy's makeup bag." Blue spoke over his shoulder to you as he buttoned up his sparkly suit jacket, already dismissing you to run other business as he walked out of the room. He stopped once he got to the door, glancing back at you, a proud smirk on his face as he bit his lips and admired you before he finally left.

Maybe you could get away with messing your makeup up just a few more times.

[missameliep]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @lorirwritesfanfic 😊🩷

I haven't participated in a WIP Wednesday in soooo long!

I actually have some snippets to share; I'm going through my drafts and planing to post all of those fics that are near ready.

Under the cut are snippets for: Bonds of Sea and Fire - Part 4 (Blades of Light and Shadow); Once Upon a Summer (Desire & Decorum AU); Second Chances - Chapter 25 (Desire & Decorum AU) and The one who got away (Ride or Die).

Bonds of Sea and Fire - Part 4 (Blades of Light and Shadow)

“You cannot...” he paused, searching for the proper word, “...charm your way out of a confrontation.”  “Do you want to bet?”  Tyril scowled at the suggestion.   “I'm in!” Mal joined the conversation, jumping from the wooden crate and landing with a loud thump on the deck. “5 golden coins you can’t!”  “Do you even have that kind of money?”  “Won’t you like to find out?” He wriggled his eyebrows and smiled at her.  With a shake of their hands, the challenge was accepted. 

2. Once upon a summer - Part 1 (Desire and Decorum AU)

Amusing some of his teammates and the group of girls, Hamid was in the middle of telling a story, when someone knocked over a heavy object near the entrance. Hamid’s eyes flicked to where the noise came from and to the influx of another group of students coming inside to fill the stands, amongst them a very beautiful girl he’s never seen in school and instantly caught his eye.   Turquoise backpack hanging on one shoulder, she moved slowly, and her long curly hair bounced around her face. It was a chocolate brown hair with golden shades that seemed like the sun itself had kissed, or maybe had just been following her for the dramatic purpose of stealing teenage boy’s breaths away. Whatever it was, her beauty was so enthralling he couldn’t look away, appreciating the long hair and shapely lips and bright eyes. If this was one of the rom-coms his sisters love, there would be a bubbly pop song playing in the background while the girl glided in slow motion, and when the camera turned in his direction to do a closeup, he would be looking dazzled with mouth slightly parted while trying to catch his breath. Nevertheless, no camera could ever capture the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.  “So, what happened then? Did his father notice you two were gone?” Theresa Sutton’s questions ringed after what seemed like a dramatic pause in the narrative but turned into a play’s intermission.  Stunned, Hamid blinked a few times and failed to remember what he was telling them. Offering a wide grin, he clapped his hands, “Well, this will have to wait. Now I have someplace else to go and a record to beat!”  “That’s cruel, Hamid,” Donna Bowman protested with a pout, but it didn’t deter him.   Bending, he picked up the ball at his feet, and sprinted to where Yusuf Konevi, his dearest and oldest friend in England, was doing warm-ups with some of their teammates, without tearing his gaze from the beautiful girl, who was glancing everywhere from the benches at the side of the court to the stands, possibly searching for someone, and not once looked his way. Thank goodness, he was confident enough to not let this hurt his pride, and persistent enough to change that game.  Throwing an arm over Yusuf’s shoulder, he threw himself at him in a playful way.   “Hey!”  “Glad to see our star is finally joining us!”  “We’re all stars here,” Hamid said, flashing a grin, “we shine brighter together.”  The other laughed. “Smooth. I bet they’ll make you team captain soon.”   Looking over his shoulder Hamid located his target, standing alone by the stands, and asked in a conspiratorial tone, “Who’s that girl? I haven’t seen her before...”   “Which one?” the other asked before discreetly peeking at the direction he tilted his head.   “The one who looks like an angel recently fallen from heaven…” 

3. Second Chances - Chapter 25 (Desire & Decorum AU)

While her body reluctantly woke up and her brain regained consciousness, she was confronted by confusion and immense discomfort all at once, reminders of the insane amount of alcohol she ingested last night.   Her head ached as if samba percussionists were beating repeatedly their instruments out of cadence to punish her. The parchedness in her mouth seemed like she had wandered the desert for days. Trying to alleviate it, her lips parted, but her mouth had dried out and it was difficult to swallow and get rid of the disgusting taste sitting on her tongue.   The buzzing sound echoed again, attacking her ears, and she realized it was probably the mobile vibrating with incoming messages over the nightstand. Even though she wondered what time it was, the identity of the caller or texter and their reasons to be trying to reach her in what she assumed was the middle of the night didn’t pique her interest at all, if anything it riled her up for disturbing her rest. Mustering the strength to reach the nightstand to turn off the phone, she tried to roll over, but something blocked her path and restrained her motion. Not something, but someone.  In the dark she couldn’t rely on her sight, but her other senses worked perfectly, collecting information of quiet sounds of breathing behind her, the light pressure of a body against her back, and the arm she finally noticed dangling over her waist underneath the covers. And lastly, the fragrance that reached her nostrils was unmistakable. 

4. The one who got away (Ride or Die)

Once upon a time in what seems like another life, no one would spare a second glance at the shy teenager with untamed curly hair and oversized sweatshirts walking down the fancy prep school’s hallways with the nose stuck in a book. Back then she was just Ellie, the sheltered daughter of an LAPD detective with a single goal in life: get into Langston.  But then a bad boy – that was not so bad after all – waltzed into her life and introduced her to a forbidden world of illegal races, crime and betrayal. A world she was not supposed to know about, let alone desire to take part in...   Then love was added to the equation.   She fell in love, but not with this bad boy.  The thrill made her heart race faster than all those tuned cars. Every discovery about her abilities fueled the fire within and added to her confidence.   The process of unveiling these parts of herself drew her closer and closer to another bad boy – one dangerous enough to doom her entire existence. One she’d loved wholeheartedly and would’ve followed to the ends of the world if given the choice…  

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[cambion-companion]

Y/n: i'm glad that the strong boys are dining with us tonight

Literally every single soul at the dinner table: 😳💀😠🙊👀

Aemond, panics: i have an announcement- we're pregnant

Y/n: we are?

I found the perfect prompt for another drunk drabble haha

Aemond x tipsy!wife | just go with it Y/N

"Y/N, slow down on the wine." Aemond placed a hand atop yours as you reached for you goblet.

"Aemond..." You whined, drawing the looks of Otto and Helaena who sat nearest you. Otto raised a bushy eyebrow.

"She needs more wine, if anything." Aegon tipped the pitcher, refilling your cup to the brim. You beamed at him.

Shooing away Aemond's hand you brought the full goblet to your lips, observing the rest of the gathering over the brim. Rhaenyra and her family sat at the far end of the table with Alicent and her family at the other.

You couldn't make out who was who amongst Aemond's nephews, their dark hair and pale faces were sort of blurred, even when you squinted at them.

You took another sip of wine.

"She really is a woman after my own heart." Aegon watched you fondly. "Too bad she's wed to the dullest of us."

Aemond shifted beside you as though he meant to rise but you beat him to it. You pressed your palms against the table, rising unsteadily from your seat, pointing an accusing finger at where you thought Aegon's face was. "Aemond is the best of you. Especially you." Your words were biting, though a bit slurred. "Especially you, Aegnut." You hiccupped squeakily.

Alicent motioned to Aemond to help you resume your seat and you felt a gentle pressure on your shoulders as Aemond coaxed you back down. Your finger remained pointing at Aegon as you sank into your chair, Helaena helpfully took your hand and interlaced her fingers with your own atop the dining table.

"She really can't hold her liquor, can she?" Otto intoned. Alicent shushed him quietly.

Aemond's long fingers tapped the wood on which they lay, his attention evidently elsewhere. You snuck a glance, the room spinning unpleasantly as you turned your head to him. His lilac eye was fixated toward the other end of the long table. His lush lips were pursed with displeasure. His lovely, curved lips. The very ones you craved at all times be upon your person.

You had leaned forward, pressing a sloppy kiss to Aemond's mouth. Your husband supported you by the waist before you fell fully into his chest. He kissed you back but pulled away a moment later, grimacing. "You really are a lightweight." There was a look of amusement on his angular face. "I thought Helaena was bad."

"Alcohol doesn't like me very much, nor I it." Helaena agreed from her seat beside you. You made the mistake of looking at her, turning too quickly and almost toppling off your seat. Again, Aemond's grip on your waist saved you.

"Fetch some water." Alicent clapped, the sound oddly loud in your ears, and a servant delivered you a fresh glass of cool water. "Aemond, look after your wife, not your nephews." She whispered sharply to her son. Aemond's hand on you tightened momentarily.

"I am very glad everyone was able to make it today!" You said cheerily, restraining Aemond's wrist as he tried to lift the cup of water to your lips. "Maybe the Strong boys will compete in the tournament on the morrow too?" You giggled, unaware of the sudden shift in atmosphere. "Since you are too proud to compete Aemond, and Aegon far too unskilled, someone has to."

Silence fell. No one laughed or engaged in the conversation you'd just broached which was rather rude, you deemed. You pouted, trying unsuccessfully to see the faces staring at you from the far end of the room.

Even King Viserys seemed suddenly upset. He moved as though to stand.

"I would like to make a toast!" Aemond stood fluidly, his arm outstretched with goblet in-hand. "An announcement, as it were. Y/N is with child!"

"I am?"

His foot connected with your shin under the table.

"Ouch!"

"Here, here!" Aegon jumped in, raising his own cup. "To furthering the Targaryen line!" He banged his hand on the table causing both you and Helaena to wince.

Otto and Alicent were quick to pick up on Aemond's cue, rising from their own chairs and toasting. Rhaenyra was next and suddenly the tension in the dining hall evaporated as quickly as it had come. Viserys, though still distant, nodded and drank to you and your child's health.

Throughout all of this merriment you sat stupefied in your seat, trying to remember exactly when you had discovered your pregnancy. Your brow was furrowed in contemplation, you didn't notice when Aemond resumed his place and pulled your chair closer with a mild noise of wood scraping stone. His large hand found the curve of your waist again and you felt his warm body pressing against your side.

He kissed the side of your head, whispering into your ear. "Do not speak of the Velaryon boys as Strongs in the presence of Viserys. I don't care how drunk you are, you put yourself in unnecessary danger."

"But that's what you call them." You had the good sense to whisper back. "That's what they are, Aemond." Your brain cogs turned for a long moment. "Also, I'm pretty sure I am not with child."

"From tonight you are." Aemond nuzzled his nose against your hair, his lips tickling your ear. "We will just have to double down on making that a reality." He guided the water glass to your parted lips. "For now, focus on drinking more water. A lot more water."

"But I'm not-"

Your next words were completely forgotten as Aemond nipped at your ear, kissing the sensitive skin behind it. Still confused, but content and warm, you obediently drank the water he proffered.

Only later when you had sobered, around the aching headache, did you realize the peril you had been in and how Aemond's quick intervention had saved you from the King's wrath.

[faulty-writes]

hiiii, i was wondering if it was possible to write something about adhd!reader (fem! preferably) that has a hyperfixation with mushrooms that’s dating bakugo? if not just delete this message :)!

[ So this was actually an interesting challenge. As a psychology student, I took this idea of hyperfixation and applied it in a different way. I had the reader basically thinking of mushrooms and being increasingly happy whenever she is near them. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this piece! ]

“Damn it, pay attention!” Katsuki snapped, dropping the drumsticks, and grabbing your wrists. The only reason he was sitting with you in his lap in front of a drum set was that you insisted you wanted to learn how to play them.

But, due to your hyperactivity and tendency to get distracted easily, your thoughts were focused on things far from what you were currently doing. That is until Katsuki yelled “Dumbass, you were the one that wanted to learn how to drum in the first place!” and snapped you back to reality.

You nervously chuckled and ignored his death glare. “Sorry,” you replied sheepishly. “I got a little bored and then I started thinking of mushrooms and how cute they are and-” he clenched his jaw. “Again, with the damn mushrooms!?” he snapped, aware of your fixation on them.

Although it wasn't wrong, he thought he would at least be able to keep your attention. Guess he was wrong. You pouted and slowly turned in his lap to face him. “Please don't be mad,” you pleaded as you hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder.

He sighed, almost hating his soft spot for you. But regardless, he returned your hug and lifted you into his arms as he walked away from the drumset. “Huh?” You blinked and leaned back, looking at him although his eyes were focused forward.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he shifted his gaze toward you. “My room. Where else?” he hissed in response. “Um, your room?” you asked, tilting your head cluelessly. “Yeah, my room, damn it! Maybe you’ll pay more attention there!” he snapped, making you pout.

You knew he didn’t mean to pick on you, he was just very particular about tutoring. Eijirou had told you horror stories about it, but unlike him, you weren’t getting beat over the head with a rolled-up newspaper. He kicked open the door and stomped to his bed, dropping you onto it without a care.

“Ah, hey!” you replied but noticed his smirk as he closed the door. You sighed and leaned back, moving your legs impatiently. You weren’t known for sitting still for long. Katsuki walked over and climbed behind you, stretching his legs out by your sides.

“Come here,” he demanded, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you against him. “Maybe you’ll pay attention if I do this,” he said, grabbing your wrists. “Pretend you’re in front of the damn drum set. Here are your tom toms,” he said moving your hands to the left and right.

“Your snare drum is here, and your cymbals are here,” he said stretching your arms in the opposite directions. “Now play what I taught you before,” he demanded. “Um,” you glanced at him. “I, uh, I kind of forgot?” you replied.

“Fine,” he growled, guiding your hands to where the “pretend” drums and tom toms were and going through the motions of the song. “There, now show me,” he said. “Okay?” you replied, repeating what he had just done although your mind soon drifted back to mushrooms.

Katsuki raised his eyebrow when he noticed that familiar dreamy look on your face. Your hands slowed and eventually fell onto your lap. He sighed and leaned back. Frankly, you meant a lot to him. However, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the fact that your thoughts were filled with damn mushrooms instead of him.

He scowled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back and onto your side. “What are you doing!?” you cried. “Pff, oh you’re finally back huh!? Not daydreaming anymore?” he replied, and you weren't sure if he was angry or just teasing you.

The heat of his body and his hot breath against your ear made you squirm causing him to tighten his grip. “Let me go!” he chuckled. “I finally have your attention, why would I let you go?” he pressed a few kisses to the side of your neck, making you squeal in response.

“Katsuki!” you shouted before being silenced by his hand. You turned, looking at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Don’t shout my name dumbass! You want everyone to hear!?” he snapped, baring his teeth at you.

You knit your eyebrows and reach up, forcing his hand away from your mouth. “What time is it?” you asked. “Are people sleeping?” you added. Katsuki sighed and reached for his phone, checking the time. “I should probably head to my room and sleep too if that’s the case,” you said, trying to remove his arm from around your waist.

“You’re gonna sleep here tonight,” he replied lowering his phone with a snarl. “What!?” you exclaimed. “What did I just say!?” he screamed back, ironically knowing he was doing the very opposite of what he told you to do and that others probably heard him.

“If I let you sleep alone, you’re going to spend all night thinking about those damned mushrooms again and get no sleep! So shut up and get comfortable,” he said before nuzzling the back of your head. For a moment you wondered if there was an alternative motive to this.

Did he actually want you to sleep with him? Was he feeling lonely or truly concerned about your sleeping habits? “We have that damned training exercise tomorrow, so you need rest,” he said, making you pout. You had forgotten that you had a training exercise, against Class B no less.

You sighed in defeat and although you weren’t sure how you’d sleep with Katsuki’s arms wrapped around you, this wasn’t anything new. The two of you shared simple moments like this many times and you loved being this close to him.

It made you feel safe, wanted, and normal. Yes, everyone had their own version of normal, but Katsuki was the first to accept the way you were and while he still made comments about your mushroom obsession, you knew he wasn’t planning to leave you anytime soon.

Katsuki had a certain way about him. While most viewed him as “an angry boy” he was also organized, creative, and only played by his own rules when he saw fit. One of which was waking up an hour before class started which you struggled with considering you weren’t much of a morning person.

“Did we really have to wake up this early!?” you whined, walking into the kitchen with him. “Quiet!” he snapped, opening the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs and then the cabinet for a bag of rice. You pouted and crossed your arms. “I hate waking up early!” you declared ignoring his glare.

“Do you want breakfast or not!?” he snapped, and you rolled your eyes. “Of course, I do!” you replied, sitting on the counter stool. Guess it was pleasant to have a boyfriend that could cook, and Katsuki’s cooking was delicious, maybe even worth waking up early for.

The rest of the morning seemed to go by fast, as usual, you wrapped yourself around Katsuki’s arm as the two of you walked to Yuuei and he pulled you along whenever you happened to spot a mushroom or two on the ground.

In class, you kept swinging your legs back and forth and focusing your gaze out the window when you daydreamed. As a result, you got scolded by the teachers. While most of them let you off with a warning, Mr. Yamada was the only one that gave you some sound advice.

“Get your head in the game girlie! You have training next, ya dig? Can’t be a hero if ya can’t stay focused!” This was followed by several rapid pokes to your forehead. As luck would have it, while you were competing against Class B, you were doing it in pairs, and Katsuki and you happened to be paired up by chance.

That excited you enough, but finding out you were competing against Kinoko Komori or “Shemage” sent you over the top. Not only did her quirk allow her to grow mushrooms at will, but her costume made her look like a mushroom. Frankly, you thought it was the cutest thing.

“I can’t believe it!” you squealed, dancing on your toes with your arms pressed against your chest. Katsuki growled, from his position on his knees crouched behind one of the many metal pipes that made up Ground Gamma.

“Shut it or you’ll give our location away, damn it!” he said, looking around paranoidly. “I can’t help it!” you said, cupping your flushed face. “We’re versing Shemage! And her cute little mushrooms!” you declared, yet again squeaking happily.

“Yeah, we’re also versing Lizardy, so keep your eyes out!” he demanded, once again scanning the area. He had fought against her before and while nobody was a real challenge for him, he had to switch to more tactical thinking when versing her given her quirk was tricky.

“Pff, I’m not interested in fighting her,” you replied, waving Katsuki’s words away. “What the hell do you mean you’re not interested!? It’s a damn verse match, dumbass!” he snapped, with his hair standing on end and his eyes blazing against his black mask.

You pouted and crossed your arms. “I just want to see Shemage’s cute mushrooms!” you stated, stomping your foot against the ground. You were completely unaware of the impending danger coming your way until you felt two hands grab at your ankles.

Before you could react, you were dragged away. You let out a scream and dug your nails into the concrete metal floor. However, this did not slow you down and you grunted as you were pulled between the numerous cranes and pipelines.

“Hey, get back here!” you heard Katsuki’s voice echo followed by his explosions. When you finally stopped, you groaned and turned over, feeling how tender the front of your body was. You clenched your jaw, staring at the sky or what was visible through the piping.

“So, you wanna see Shemage huh?” came Setsuna’s voice before numerous body parts materialized in front of you. Her hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as she loomed over you. “Well, you can see my cute face instead!” she laughed.

You looked at her with wide eyes. This whole situation was unexpected, and as usual, your oblivious nature was to blame. Seriously, is something wrong with you? Well other than the obvious. You needed to focus now more than ever, even if mushrooms were still on your mind.

“I don’t want to see your cute face!” you replied, trying to break free of her grip. You grunted, struggling to bring your leg up and kick her in the face. “Hey, dumbass!” Katsuki’s voice came closer this time and his explosions reflected off the metal landscape surrounding you, temporarily irritating your vision.

“Get away from her! Damn it!” he growled, using his quirk to propel himself toward you and Setsuna. “DIE!” he screamed, and a frightening chill ran through you knowing what he would do. While you trusted that he knew better than to hurt you, the fact was that he got competitive during training exercises and disregarded rules.

However, instead of feeling the heat and pain from the explosion, you felt the impact of it clashing against something else. You also felt the vibrations of it rattle through Ground Gamma. You took this chance to kick Setsuna off of you and staggered to your feet.

That's when your nose caught the scent of burnt mushrooms accompanied by smoke that billowed through the air. You coughed, waving your hand in front of your face before realizing what was in front of you...a giant pile of mushrooms.

“What the hell!?” Katsuki snapped, landing on the ground roughly. “Heh, thanks to your quirk's humidity, my mushrooms can grow rapidly!” Your head immediately turned to the source of the voice, and you gasped when you saw Shemage.

Before you could register your actions, you wrapped your arms around her and nuzzled the top of her mushroom-shaped hat. “Jeez,” Setsuna hissed, rubbing her sore face. “You have some kick,” she commented, before realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Uh…” she watched as Kinoko tried her hardest to pry you off her which caused mushrooms to grow across your skin, but you squealed in delight at this. “What the hell is wrong with your girlfriend!?” Setsuna shouted as Katsuki ground his teeth together.

“None of your damn business!” He snapped in reply before stomping over to you and Kinoko. “Get the hell off her! She's our enemy!” he demanded, grabbing your arm but you whined in retaliation. “You’re never going to get her off that way,” Setsuna commented, with her hands on her hips.

“You have any other damn suggestions!?” Katsuki snapped, trying to ignore the mushrooms growing across his hands. “Well, I don’t know what her obsession with mushrooms is but…” she looked at Kinoko with a smirk. “Let’s win this!” she declared.

The world around you was muted because all you cared about was being close to the cutest-looking mushroom girl, that could create them at will. What more could someone want? Kinoko smiled and nodded before looking at Katsuki who clenched his jaw.

“Damn it!” He wanted to win but couldn't leave you behind. He growled and grabbed the top of your head, curling his fingers into your hair and forcing you to turn your head. Mushrooms continued to grow across his skin and yours, but you failed to notice this until your eyes were forced to look at him.

“Snap out of it! I’m your damn boyfriend, pay attention to me!” he screamed into your face, and for once you seemed to acknowledge what he wanted. You removed your arms from around Kinoko who then used her quirk at full capacity.

Mushrooms grew across the ground, covering your shoes and ankles and decorating the metal poles with a variety of colors that reflected off the sunlight and created colorful hues. “Eh?” Katsuki raised his eyebrow, looking around as if he was in a foreign place.

“Oh wow,” you said, folding your hands in front of you as you approached Katsuki who turned his head back. “What the hell are you looking at!?” he snapped before realizing mushrooms were still sprouting across his arms and chest, and one mushroom was sticking out of the tip of his nose.

“You look so cute!” you screamed before pouncing on him and knocking him off his feet. “Get off me!” he snapped, but you remained sprawled on top of him, kissing one side of his cheek while cupping the opposite. Setsuna and Kinoko both exchanged a puzzling look before smiling.

“I think I’ll stick around and watch this,” Setsuna said, and Kinoko nodded in agreement. Your lips were sore by the time the teachers pulled the two of you apart. Katsuki’s hands were slightly burned because he had overused his quirk trying to get you off him and destroy the mushrooms that surrounded you.

Class B won the training exercise. This was a major hit to Katsuki’s ego and after you had time to process your actions, you felt embarrassed and shameful. You knew how much victory meant to him, and he refused to talk to you until the two of you were getting ready for bed.

You frowned and curled your hands in your lap while waiting for Katsuki to return from the bathroom. You sighed, leaning over, and cupping your face. ‘What is wrong with me?’ you thought, being critical of yourself. Your feet kicked against Katsuki's bedframe because, as usual, you couldn’t sit still.

Was that another problem you had? Was it normal to be this distracted and absent-minded? This obsessed with mushrooms!? It was your fault that you lost the match today. However, in your defense, you didn’t know you’d be facing someone that literally created the very thing you were obsessed with.

You frowned, feeling your eyes water over. This constant internal argument was annoying. You raised your head when you heard the door open, and Katsuki stepped through. He narrowed his eyes, immediately feeling the saddened atmosphere in the air. Maybe it was his fault.

He was harsh on you after you lost the training round, but he sensed something else was bothering you. Turning away, you took a deep breath and sighed. “Look about today-” Katsuki walked over, and slammed his hand over your mouth making you jump.

“Hm?!” You looked at him, eyes still glistening and filled with sadness. “It’s already over don’t worry about that stupid match,” he replied, anger seeping from his voice. He lowered his hand and sat down next to you.

“What the hell else is bothering you, eh!?” he demanded, and while you knew you shouldn’t be surprised, it also sucked that you were so transparent to him. “N-nothing I just-” you crossed your arms, trying to ignore his growl.

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing dumbass!” he snapped, reaching over to grab your chin, and forcing you to look at him. “Tell me right now, damn it. I’m not able to sleep until I know you’re okay,” the fact that he cared so much made a few tears roll down your cheeks, but you quickly wiped them away.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “I sometimes wonder what’s wrong with me, I mean…am I weird? I can’t sit still, I can’t pay attention in class, I love mushrooms so damn much!” you said, again getting that dreamy expression in your eye.

“Uh, I mean of course I don’t love them more than you!” a nervous chuckle left your mouth. “It’s just that uh, well-” his hand clamped over your mouth again. “I get it,” he replied sternly before lowering his hand. “Who the hell cares if you’re weird?” he replied in a serious tone.

“Class isn’t that important, being the best damn hero that you can is, and if anyone talks shit about you, I’ll take care of them,” he promised, while his words were somewhat encouraging you had some minor doubts about your hero abilities.

But you also knew that Katsuki would be there to guide you as well as your teachers. But even your teachers didn’t accept you as Katsuki did. “Feel better yet?” he asked, ruffling your hair. “Mm, I guess,” you replied shrugging. Katsuki seemed satisfied with your answer.

“Come on,” he said, half-heartedly lying down and spreading his arms out. You turned to look at him, and more importantly, the shirt he was wearing. It was colored white with a large red mushroom on it, and a small frog was sitting on top of the said mushroom, smiling.

How did you not notice that when he walked in? Well, at least it made you smile. “Hurry the hell up!” he demanded, knowing you noticed his shirt but refused to comment. “Okay!” you said, happily falling onto him and nuzzling your head against his mushroom-themed shirt.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I need more Adam Warlock fluff in my life but I don’t have any ideas for anything specific…

Don’t worry, I got you 😉 (I’m sorry if this comes out shit.)

‘Adam, you can’t seriously still be upset?’

‘If that’s the word to use when describing this currently feeling I have in my chest, then yes, I am in fact upset.’ Adam said from his place in the corner of the room, his broad back facing towards you; why’d he choose to beset himself in the corner like a child in timeout was beyond your comprehension.

You sighed, Adam has been proving himself difficult recently but it’s not because of grander reasonings that may alter the relationship between you both, but because you happen to have eaten his last chocolate chip cookie he’d been saving for a very special occasion, but now he couldn’t because you ate it! You might as well have tore out his heart from his chest and eaten that too with how adamant the golden male was in showing you how he felt in regards of recent events.

‘I said I was sorry.’

Not a response was heard outside the indignant huff from his lips, followed by a overdramatic and slow motion of Adam crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, no, don’t.’ You warned.

‘It’s too late.’ Adam replies as his arms began to cross over one another.

‘Come on Adam don’t.’ The male says nothing.

‘Adam, I’m serious, stop acting like an overgrown child.’ You made a face at the oddly accurate description. However With his arms firmly crossed over his chest -and probably pouting too- you knew Adam was beyond reasoning with, after all he was stubborn as a mule and as hardheaded as they come; so much so that it left you being the one to compromise by meeting him halfway.

‘I can bake you some.’ You saw his head perk up like that of an excitable dog hearing their favourite word, but once Adam noticed you looking at him, he quickly looked away and at the wall in front of him again, although taking secrete glances now and then, which didn’t fail to make you smile; Adam was such an adorable goof that it’s been proven hard to be displeased with him but it hurt none the less that he was currently displeased with you.

‘What would you want me to do to make it up to you, golden boy?’ You asked softly, not wanting to make any sudden moves without Adam’s approval. He kept silent for a bit but he kept fidgeting in place as though he had a lot that he wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words to them or was too embarrassed to say what was on his mind; once he found his voice, however the words he spoke in existence came out as a murmur and was too quiet for you to hear clearly enough.

‘What was that?’ You asked. ‘I said if you could…cuddle me.’ Adam said a little louder this time but still refused to look at you, possibly out of embarrassment of his request; A smile broke across your face as you were quick to open up your arms for him from your spot on the sofa, ‘get over here you doofus before I come and tickle you.’ Adam made a face as he looked at you from over his shoulder, ‘but I’m not ticklish.’ He says before getting up to join you, burying his head into your neck as his arms cling to you in a vice like grip.

‘That’s what everyone says before they’re tickle tortured.’ You replied, wiggling the fingers on one of your hands that sat at the back of his neck, causing him to attempt in avoiding your fingers but only proving to make zero progress as he only presses more of himself into you. ‘Stop.’ He whined but you weren’t so yielding, just because he accepted your cuddles didn’t mean Adam’s entirely forgiving of you of your past transgressions. ‘Am I forgiven?’ You asked as you then wiggled the fingers of your other hand against his side, making his reaction worse and a laugh left his lips.

‘Yes, yes your forgiven, now please stop torturing me.’ Adam cries and with that you ceased your tickling and instead tightened your hold on your golden boy, despite knowing he could easily break free from your grasp, but you were confident that he wouldn’t considering the way his body relaxed against you and the content look upon his face as a content smile stretched across his face; a whisper of thanks upon his lips.

[quokkafoxtrot]

First fill for the Spotify wrapped fic meme 🎉

Mid-80s NY. Hustler!Eddie.

“Step right up! Anyone can do it! Anyone can win!”

“It’s a scam, Steve,” Robin says, narrowing her eyes as she watches Steve bite his lip and stare at the man on the street corner shuffling cards from place to place. “Nobody can actually win those things. They cheat.”

“I bet I can come out on top,” Steve says with a wink and jogs across the street.

Robin huffs a sigh and follows, muttering about not wanting to eat lentils for a week when he loses all his cash.

“We have a discerning gentleman stepping up right now,” the hustler says, warm brown eyes twinkling as he looks Steve up and down. His long brown curls shake around his shoulders, hanging over a multitude of patches and buttons on a ratty, sleeveless, denim jacket. “You know the rules, you’re looking for a lady,” he continues, holding up the cards and showing the queen of hearts between the eight of clubs and the three of diamonds. “See the lady, follow the lady, find the lady. It’s so simple, my aunt’s schnauzer could do it. Only ten bucks to find the lady.”

Steve slaps ten dollars on the rickety table with a grin. “I’ve got this in the bag.”

“A confident one,” the man grins and spreads the cards face down in front of him. “He’s got the guts but will he get the glory? Follow my hands see where it lands.”

Steve looks down at the man’s hands as he flips the cards around at speed, rings glinting in the afternoon sunlight, patter falling from his lips like he was born to spin tales.

“She’s here, she’s there, she’s on the L, the R, she’s in Jamaica, Rockaway Bay, treat her right you could find her tonight.” The guy’s hands are a blur as they move the cards around and around until finally they slow and stop, but Steve stopped looking at those a while ago. “It’s 10pm, do you know where your queens are?”

The guy looks up and finds Steve already looking at him. Steve reaches out a hand and taps a card at random making the guy’s forehead furrow.

“Ooh, I’m sorry,” he says with an exaggerated pout of consolation. “Your princess is in another castle.”

“That’s okay,” Steve says, leaning in and cutting the guy off before he can continue his patter. “I was looking for a king.”

“You- Wuh-“ His jaw drops as he stares at Steve glancing briefly at Robin as she slaps a hand over her face, hiding her eyes.

“Damnit, Munson. What have I told you about hustling from my stoop?” A man grumbles, bell jingling as he pushes open the door to the nearby bodega and stares him down.

“Show’s over, folks! Later, Hop!” The hustler shakes himself out of it, collapsing the table in one swift motion and shoving it under his arm as he backs away, grinning at Steve. “I’m Eddie.”

“You’re dead meat if I catch you again,” Hop says around a plume of cigar smoke.

Eddie laughs and jogs across the street, dodging cars in the slow moving traffic. He turns and bounces on the balls of his feet yelling: “What’s your name?”

“Steve!” He calls back, shifting away from where Hop is watching with tired eyes.

“L’Amour tonight, Steve!” He turns and runs down the street, doing an endearing little fist pump before he turns the corner and disappears from view.

“I hate that that worked out for you,” Robin deadpans beside him. “Well, apart from the fact that you just spent ten dollars to get a date.”

“Date? I didn’t get a date,” Steve says, turning back to Robin and shuffling away from the narrow-eyed gaze of Hop.

“L’Amour is a club, dingus. It’s-“

“Oh… Oh! I thought he was just saying he loved the line.” He slings an arm around her shoulder, jostling her as they walk away. “You’re coming with me, right? I’ll do the dishes for a month. Two months. And I’ll remember to water Audrey.”

Robin sighs, patting his hand and linking their fingers together. “I can’t believe I’m going to Brooklyn for you.”