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PART 4 Daddy’s Little Girl

Logan x reader

Warnings: Age gap (early twenties reader), swearing, first times, virgin reader, plus size reader, tension, oral f receiving, smut, daddy kink, dom! logan, Abuse (Not from Logan), anxiety, depression, mention of self-harm scars, reader has muscle issues and body pain, angst, possessive Logan

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Sitting there on Logan’s couch is strange, he’s made a few phone calls no doubt to Jason, Graham, Thomas and Frank. He explains briefly what’s going on, and how you both will be taking some time off for a bit. He hangs up his last call and sighs a little while you watch the fire.

“Hey,” Logan says walking and crouching in front of you. It’s strange as his hand grabs your now red and aching one and runs his thumb over it gently.

“Gave him a hell of a punch” he smirks and a small smile comes to your lips as you nod before it disappears, you don’t have anywhere to go to and little money to stay anywhere.

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” He asks thumb still gently caressing your hand.

“I’ve got nowhere to go, I don’t have enough money either” you sag.

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it, right now you’ll stay here I’ve got a spare room, and we’ll buy you some things too,” he says eyes warm and full of sincerity.

“Wait a week ok? Then we’ll figure everything out” he says and you nod exhaustedly. He stands and presses his lips to your forehead before grabbing his phone.

“I’m afraid I’ve only got microwave meals, delivery doesn’t come this far” he says.

“It’s ok” you shrug not feeling overly hungry.

“What do you feel like? I’ve got Mac and cheese, lasagne, spaghetti, some steak and potatoes” he lists off and you pick your favourite one. You listen to the microwave beep and hum and some utensils clattering before Logan walks back to the couch. He hands you the plastic tub with a tea towel under it and a fork before sitting down beside you.

“Feel like some TV?” He asks and you nod blowing gently on the steaming meal. You eat and watch in silence today going over your mind as it darkens outside. You’re tired by the end of your meal, wanting to curl up and sleep, you want your soft blanket from home one your mum bought you.

“Do you wanna get some sleep bub?” Logan asks softly and you nod yawning as he stands taking your dish.

“Give me a minute” he says and you stretch and sigh a bit as you stand and watch Logan’s back. You really want a hug. You walk over as he cleans the forks, quietly and hesitantly. You stand a little ways away from him before he glances at you smiling a bit before furrowing his brows as he finishes and drys his hands.

“You alright?” He asks and you nod fiddling with your nails.

“What is it?” He asks and you hesitate looking at the ground.

“Can-“You stop flushing and feeling stupid, you’re a grown woman.

“You can tell me” he whispers finger going under your chin to lift your head as you look to his kind eyes.

“Can I have a hug” you mumble barely audible but he smiles nodding as he wraps his arms around you and you sigh and sag against him. You close your eyes cheek pressed against his chest your arms around his waist. He’s so muscular under the baggy jumper he has on. You let go knowing it’d be weird and he lets you out of his embrace giving you a small smile.

“Come on,” he says holding your hand. You frown a little but he leads you down the hall to the second door on the right. It’s a spare room a big double bed and a clean dark blue coloured quilt.

“This alright?” He asks walking in as he opens the sliding door on the wall to the wardrobe. He pulls out a few blankets none soft like you were hoping. They’re thick though made to keep you warm but a little weird to touch. He lays them down on the small couch chair in the corner by the bedside table.

“Yeah,” you say quietly it’s a lot better.

“Do you want a change of clothes?” He asks and you hesitate.

“They won’t fit” you mutter and he frowns looking at you and then down his form.

“Hang on,” he says heading out and to the first door down the hall. You hear him rummage before he comes back with a dark blue long-sleeve shirt and some pants. You raise an eyebrow slightly did he not hear you?

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow” he says lying the clothes on the bed and your breath hitches.

“Get some sleep though alright?” He says turning to you and you nod still by the doorway. He walks over and you look up slightly to keep his gaze before he dips down his lips pressing to your forehead.

“Night” he says heading out the door and closing it softly.

“Night” you mutter.

You change into the long sleeve shirt he gave you, it smells like him, it’s a little tight but it just passes your butt. You discard the pants on the chair and sit on the edge of the bed staring at the grey carpet in the dark. You feel tears in your eyes and quickly wipe them away, but they keep coming and you sag lying down on the pillow and cry silently. You don’t dare look at your phone knowing it’ll be blown up with messages from your father. You lie there eyes open even if the exhaustion is ever pressing. You don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be home either. You don’t really know where you want to be. You do. Your mind wanders to the man in the other room who took you under his wing and beat your father bloody. The one who kissed you so passionately it made you lose your breath and mind. The one you’ve known for years now but hardly know. You look at the time seeing bright numbers 12:32 on the clock. You huff sitting up and opening your door softly. The fires still burning softly even while everything else is asleep, you head to Logan’s room seeing his door open. You hesitate at the doorway hearing snores. You shouldn’t wake him not after everything you put him through. You curse silently opening the door a little more and cursing when it squeaks.

“Bub?” You hear groggily.

“Sorry” you mutter as he turns the lamp on rubbing his eyes. You realise he’s got no shirt on either.

“You’re alright, what’s the matter?” He asks voice filled with sleep.

“I-“ you stutter shaking your head.

“Sorry for waking you,” you say turning to leave but he calls your name making you stop.

“What’s the matter?” He asks firmer and you hate how it makes you comply.

“Can I sleep here, with you?” You mutter embarrassed. A small smile graces his lips and a soft look passes over before he lifts the free side of the bed. You walk over forgetting you're in underwear and his shirt before you’re lying down. He lies the quilt over as you get comfortable on your side while he stays on his back and turns the lamp off, the moonlight still shining in through the large open window.

“Ok?” He asks and you nod humming a little.

“Alright” he says patting your naked thigh making you freeze. He doesn’t seem bothered as he closes his eyes again. His breathing evens out and you listen to it before you fall asleep yourself.

You awake overly warm and no thudding downstairs. You’re confused before you feel something breathing against your head and frown. You’re awake quickly remembering what happened. Logan’s pressed against you, his arm around your waist keeping you close, naked chest against your back. You forget what breathing is as he moans softly in his sleep his hips pressing against your something evidently hard against your back. His hand clenches your stomach his hips grinding again. Your cheeks go warm as you hear him breathe deeply and wake up. You’re lying frozen as he wakes up.

“Fuck” he says quietly rolling onto his back. You feel him shuffle a sigh leaving his lips as you pretend you’re asleep. You feel him get up and tuck the blanket back before you see his naked back heading into the bathroom.

Your breath finally leaves your lungs and you open your eyes cheeks and inner thighs warm. You breathe shakily leaving his bed and heading back to the spare bedroom.

You put on your old jeans hoping they don’t smell too bad. You desperately need to wash your clothes. You hear the shower turn off, listen to him walk to the kitchen first you assume and then he’s coming back to your room.

“Morning,” he says and you don’t dare meet his eyes.

“Morning,” you say glancing at the clock. You slept in a few hours.

“Want coffee? Tea? Breakfast?” He asks as you look at him, his hair a little damp his little tufts usually stuck up flatter, beard freshly trimmed.

“Breakfast?” You ask and he hums cocking his head for you to follow. You do grabbing your phone and turn it on seeing the mess. You gulp a little putting it in your pocket before going to the kitchen.

“Got cereal, toast, I can make a shake” he says holding up a protein packet.

“Just toast please” you say and he hums listing off some toppings before you pick. Your phone buzzes and you see your dad’s name making you panic. Logan frowns looking at the screen a snarl on his lips.

“Ignore him” he says in an order and you nod shrinking back a little.

You eat breakfast in silence, trying not to meet his eyes and thinking about the way his dick felt against you. You warm every time you think about it.

“Shall we head into town?” He asks after you have breakfast and you nod. You ignore the texts and calls as you check your bank account, you have a few hundred saved, which should be enough hopefully. You head to the small mall first heading to the clothing store. You grab basic things, some pants, shirts and jumpers, keeping count on your calculator, Logan following you silently, saying hello to those he apparently knew in the small town.

“Um” you stop and he gives you his attention.

“I need underwear,” you say and you swear you see his cheeks go red.

“Yeah of course, I’ll uh, go to the men’s bit” he mutters scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You smile a bit shaking your head you grab a simple pack of underwear and two bras trying to hide them under what you’ve picked up. You freeze though seeing a familiar worn denim cap and face. He spots you too a mix of emotions on his face before you almost run to Logan. You panic hearing your father call your name as you rush to the men’s bit seeing Logan’s figure.

“Logan” you say panicked and he instantly turns around walking to you, hands on your shoulders grounding you. You want to hide against him as you see your father and he stops seeing Logan.

“I warned you” Logan growls voice dark. You don’t dare look at your father’s beaten face, your knuckles tingling. Logan clicks his tongue at him and your father curses but turns and leaves.

“You got what you need?” He asks and you nod words not happening.

“Hey,” Logan tilts your chin up as you shake a little.

“He won’t do anything, not while I’m here” he says it calms you briefly, he’s not going to always be there though, not when he realises what you want.

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Bets & Bargains - Part 9

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and bradley are happy and content with each other, but the girl he’s trying to keep in his past keeps trying to insert herself back in his life.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Now that the topic of sex had been discussed, you felt totally and completely comfortable with Bradley. 

He didn’t want to rush into things if you didn’t, and that turned you on, strangely enough. 

When Bradley left your place after that not-as-embarrassing as you thought it would be talk with him, you were left wanting him more than ever. How did you land yourself such a great boyfriend? And why did it take you so long to realize that the way Luke treated you was not at all the way a boyfriend should?

With Bradley, it felt right, it felt easy. He made you feel wanted and desired and like he actually wanted to be with you. When you were with Luke, it felt that way in the beginning, but slowly things started to fade, and it started pretty much right when he began asking for blowjobs and stating that you would get nothing in return. 

Yeah, you should’ve seen the signs way earlier. 

Unsurprisingly, the next day while you were in Eric Clarke’s class, you were thinking about Bradley. This was actually the class he walked you to the day after your first date at the gardens, funnily enough, so it was kind of obvious why you had a hard time focusing during the three hour lesson. 

When the class ended, you were putting your journal and notebooks in your bag when Clarke - who very stoically asked to be called that on the first day of class - came up to your table that was in the middle row. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted, his eyes showing his older age as they wrinkled when he smiled down at you. He wasn’t too old, maybe in his early forties, if the gray hairs scattered around were anything to go by. 

You looked up at him, your hand pausing halfway into your bag. “Oh, hi,” you say back, dropping your pencil into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder. 

“I was hoping to speak to you privately about your recent assignment,” he started, leaning against the table and looking around at the others as they walked out of the room. 

Fuck. The last assignment you turned in was one you were not confident about in the slightest. It was due yesterday, and you had to quickly write something up as soon as you got back home from Bradley’s place Monday night, right after he went down on you like a starved man. 

To say you weren’t focused would be the biggest understatement. And Bradley was one hundred percent to blame for it. 

“Oh,” you trail off, your brows dropping a bit as you look up at him. “It’s bad, right? I didn’t do very well?”

Clarke waited until it was just you and him left in the room before turning back to you and shaking his head. “Quite the opposite, actually,” he said and your brows lifted again. 

“Wait, seriously?” You asked in disbelief, almost certain that the assignment was the worst one you had ever submitted in your entire life. “I thought I bombed it.”

“No,” he laughed, his eyes flickering down your body before settling back on yours. “It was good. Really good; well written, thought out, and not to mention the grammar was pretty much flawless.” 

Now you were beginning to think he was just messing with you. The writing piece you turned in was bland, a bit boring and rushed, that much you knew. But maybe not? Why would your instructor lie to you? “Oh…really?” You ask again, feeling your phone vibrate from its place in your bag. “I wasn’t confident about it at all.”

Clarke nodded, crossing his arms and showing off his muscles against his tight fitting button up. You didn’t spend too long looking at them, out of respect for your teacher. If you were a few years older and attracted to guys twice your age, you’d be all over that, but thankfully you weren’t. “Of course there were a few errors here and there, but overall it was great,” 

You smiled up at him. “Thank you,” then you looked around and noticed just how close he was to you now that you were alone. You look back at him with a smaller smile, “Is that all? I have another class right after this one.”

You didn’t, but you weren’t feeling all that comfortable right now. “Yes, that’s all,” he replied and thankfully stood back up to his full height, moving away from you. “Good work, Y/n.”

You give him another smile and quickly stand up, reaching for your phone as you exit the room. Just as your fingers brushed against it inside your bag, you bumped into someone in the hall and you instantly forgot about your quest of finding it. “I’m sorry,” you rush to say, but you immediately recognize the deep laugh of Bradley. You look up and meet his brown eyes, your gaze softening as you grin up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said back, resting his hands on your hips as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. You kiss him back, your previous feeling of uneasiness washing away as you practically melt against him. “Did you get my text?” He asked when he pulled away. 

You place your hands on his chest, shaking your head. “No, I haven’t checked my phone yet,” you answer, looking up at him. “Clarke kept me back for a few minutes after class.” 

“Clarke, huh?” He teased, squeezing your hips playfully. “Should I be worried?”

You roll your eyes and gently push him away from you but then take his hand when he holds it out to you with a laugh. The two of you begin to walk down the hall towards the exit, your free hand pulling out your phone to check his text. You blush when you read it, looking over at him and leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I missed you too,” you beam, lacing your fingers with his. “And yes, you can walk me home after class.”

“Oh, good,” he laughed, holding up your joined hands. “Because this would’ve been really fucking awkward if you said no.”

You shake your head as you walk through the campus, and when you get to your building, you turn to look up at him. “Come in with me? Please?”

Bradley grinned down at you, squeezing your hand. “I was really hoping you’d ask me that,” 

You were blushing as you guided him inside and right past Sam, who was sitting on the couch and looking up at the two of you with a scowl on her face. Bradley lifted his hand in a cocky wave as you passed her, and you held back a laugh as you pulled him down the hall and into your room. He turned to you with a smirk as you closed the door behind him, then he let his gaze drift around your room, and you realized he had never been in here before. 

Now you were a bit nervous as you looked around your room as well, taking in the clutter. “Sorry, it’s kind of messy,” you trail off, dropping your bag onto the floor next to your dresser. 

“Kind of messy?” He repeated with a laugh, letting you take his bag off his shoulder and drop it next to yours. “If this is ‘kind of messy’, what would you call my room?” He asked as he did one more scan before turning to you. 

“Unorganized, untidy, cluttered, chaotic, maybe,” you listed and he raised his brow at you as he stepped forward and placed his hands on your hips. 

“It’s not that bad and you know it,” he mumbled, pulling you close to him. His gaze softened as you smiled up at him, bracing your hands on his chest. “Is that Sam out there?”

Your smile faltered a bit as you looked down at his plain gray shirt. “Yeah,” you answer quietly, smoothing out the fabric with your fingers. “We haven’t been talking much. It kinda sucks. I miss her even though she’s right across the hall from me.” 

Bradley hums, lifting his hand and tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe I should go formally introduce myself to the person who can’t seem to stop upsetting my girl,” he mumbled against your skin and made a move to open the door, but you just laughed and pulled him further away from it. 

“No,” you shook your head with a smile and tugged him towards your bed. “She’ll probably end up yelling at you and I’ll feel even more embarrassed.”

Bradley sat back against your headboard as he kept his fingers laced with yours. “Maybe I’ll hold off then,” he said, gently pulling on your hand until you were sitting next to him. “But I got you to laugh, though.”

You smile, moving to snuggle against his side as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “Yeah,” you whispered, laying your head on his chest. “You did.” 

He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I want to take you out on a date,” he stated, making your smile grow as you propped your chin on his shoulder and looked up at him. 

“Another one?” You teased, referring to the many dates you’ve already had with him. “What did you have in mind?” 

Bradley looked in thought for a second before he said, “The beach,”

You raised a brow, “The beach?” You echoed, lifting yourself a bit higher so you could look him in the eye. “You mean the one that’s like a three hour drive away?”

He shrugged, “I can make it in two,” then grinned as he added, “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“You want to drive there?” You asked for clarification, playing with his fingers as you looked up at him. 

“Yeah. You, me and the Jeep. My two girls,” he laughed and you blushed. “Plus, the drive will be like a test to see if we can put up with each other for that long.”

A laugh leaves your lips as you lean up to press a kiss to his jaw. “That’s a good point,” you agree. “What day?”

“Saturday?” He suggests, pulling you closer to him. “It’s supposed to be really hot and since summer is almost over, it shouldn’t be too crowded.”

You smile, leaning up higher to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “That actually sounds perfect,” 

Bradley smiles back and kisses you again. “I’ll pick you up Saturday morning,” he mumbled against your lips and you nodded before kissing him for quite a while after. 

The next day you were sitting on Bradley’s bed, your back propped against his knees as he leaned against his headboard. Your notebook was open on your thighs as you skimmed through the few notes you were able to write down during your lecture with Mal Scott, an instructor you actually really liked but had a hard time keeping up with. 

Bradley was flipping through an old jet manual he said he found in his dad’s things, and the way he said it showed just how much he was used to not having a father figure, or a mother figure, around anymore. It made you sad, but that was a topic for further down the road. 

You were trying to figure out if the letter on the paper was an e or a c when Bradley leaned in and placed his hands on your hips after setting the manual aside. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the side of your mouth before he gently pushed you forward enough until he was able to slip out from under you. 

You watched as he walked towards the small bathroom he had attached to his room, the one you were secretly jealous of since he has a fucking bathroom attached to his room, before looking back down at your notes. 

Only a few seconds had passed before his phone went off from its place on the bed next to you. You glanced over at it, unsure if you were at the point in your relationship in which it was okay for you to check your boyfriend’s phone or not. After a few more seconds, you decide to leave it be and return your gaze to your book. 

But then it went off again. And again. And then one more time and you grabbed it after the fourth ding. Maybe it was an emergency and someone really needed to reach him? That was what you thought, anyway, when you clicked on his messages. 

Briana: I miss you, Brad.

Briana: I know you miss me, too. 

Under those texts was a picture she sent, her blonde hair covering her left breast while her right one was on full display. 

Briana: I know you miss fucking me.

You felt a bit sick and it only got worse when she sent a second picture, this one making your skin heat up. The photo was of the side of Bradley’s face, his lips pressed to her collar bone with his eyes closed. A faint smirk was on Briana’s face as she looked at the camera, her fingers tangled in his messy hair. 

Briana: I bet that new girl hasn’t let you fuck her like this yet.

You quickly put down his phone and close your book, a feeling of nausea creeping up the back of your throat. You knew Bradley was with his ex for a while, and there was no doubt that they both have countless photos together on their phones, but the last thing you wanted to see was one of them unexpectedly like that.  

Sitting up, you look around his bed for your own phone, wanting nothing more than to leave quietly and tell him you felt sick through text later, but then Bradley walked back into his room and made eye contact with you. 

-

Bradley felt content for the first time in a long time. He has a great girlfriend, he’s doing well in his classes, and he’s spending less and less time holed up in his room. 

Having you enter his life at this time was shaping out to be one of the best things to ever happen to him. When he was in your room yesterday, he saw your ticket from the gardens propped up against your mirror on your dresser, and the memory of it made him feel warm inside since you kept yours, just like how he kept his. 

Bradley fixed his hair in the mirror from when you made it messy earlier during your pre-study makeout, and he was quickly figuring out that he definitely wanted to makeout with you before every study session from now on. 

After smoothing out his hair, he left the bathroom and made eye contact with you, but instead of you looking happy like how you did a few minutes ago, you now looked like you were getting ready to bolt out of his room. 

His brows furrowed and his smile faded as he quickly walked over to you. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting down next to you. Your expression was one of embarrassment as you reached for your bag and shoved your book into it. “What’s wrong?”

“Your phone went off and I left it, but then it went off again and again so I checked it,” you answer, not meeting his eyes as you zip up your bag. “I’m sorry.”

Bradley furrowed his brows. You were upset because you checked his phone? “Babes, it’s fine. I don’t care if you check my phone,” he said, but you gave him a look that told him you weren’t upset because of that. 

He grabbed his phone and saw that Briana had texted him, and his face paled as he read the messages. “I shouldn’t have checked it without your permission,” you whispered as he quickly scrolled past the photos she attached. He’d never seen them before, he could tell that from the quick glimpse he got of both of them, and he had no idea when she took the one of him kissing her neck. It was obviously during one of the times they fucked during those eleven months, but he didn’t want to look at it again to further figure it out. “I think I should go.”

Then he realized that you saw the pictures and the texts and he quickly looked up at you. “Babes,” he started but you just shook your head and stood up from his bed. “Baby, wait, please.”

You made it all the way to his door before he caught up with you and gently grabbed your wrist. “You’re not upset that we haven’t had sex yet, right?” You asked before he could say anything. 

“What? Of course not,” he assured you, sliding his hand down until it was holding yours. “We just talked about that and I told you I’m not in any rush with you. I’m sorry you saw those pictures, I don’t even know when she took the one of her and I.”

“I just…you were probably used to fucking her whenever you wanted and we haven’t done that yet and-”

“Hey,” he cut you off, using his other hand to firmly grip your chin. He waited until you met his eyes before he continued, “Yeah, Bri and I spent more time in bed together than out of it, but that was only because we didn’t connect very well any other time. I told you, fucking me was the best part of the relationship for her, and that’s all she saw me as. It’s still all she sees me as.”

You reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. “She’s so pretty, Bradley…and the picture of you and her…I hate it,”

Bradley shook his head, his grip on your chin loosening. “Yeah, she’s pretty, but you’re fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out,” he promised, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. “And I’d never seen that picture until a few seconds ago. I didn’t even know she took it, okay? I can’t do anything about the photos she has of us on her phone, but I can delete all the ones I have on my own. Just stay, please?”

You bit down on your lip and looked up at him with a conflicted expression. “I don’t want to be one of those controlling girlfriends, Bradley,”

“You’re not,” he said, and you thankfully let him pull you back towards his bed. He picked up his phone and handed it to you after opening up his photo gallery. “There’s not much, but delete anything you want. I promise you, Briana and I are done. We’re over.”

You took his phone from him, slowly sitting back down as you scrolled through the gallery. You’d probably stumble across some really fucking embarrassing photos of him in high school, but he honestly couldn’t care less. 

“Bradley,” you said quietly as you clicked on the first photo he took with Briana. “Are you sure? I can get over it, I just-” But he just clicked on the delete button without saying a word, and you looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Okay.”

He gently pushed you onto your back as you held his phone up and scrolled until you found another one, and he hovered his body over yours as he waited for you to repeat what he did. “Delete it, baby,” he encouraged, running his hand down your body until his fingers grazed the zipper on your shorts. You tap the red button quickly and he grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Good job.”

Then he moved further down until his shoulders were pressed against your thighs and he was kneeling on the floor. He unzipped your shorts and slowly slid them down your legs, his lips pressing multiple kisses to the sides of your knees and inner thighs. “Bradley,” you moaned quietly and he could see your fingers shake a bit as you gripped his phone. 

“Keep going, babes,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your lower stomach, his hands teasing your hips through the thin material of your panties. Your teeth sunk into your lip as you took a deep breath and continued scrolling through his photos, and he pressed a final kiss to your core before pulling the flimsy fabric down your legs and leaving your lower half bare.

A quiet moan left your lips when he leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds, his tongue gently spreading around your wetness. “Fuck,” you whispered, clicking on the delete button again as you found another photo of his ex. 

Bradley grinned before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking softly. Your body jolted a bit and he felt a sense of pride fill him as he remembered that he is almost already surpassing the amount of times Luke went down on you in the three years you were with him. You hadn’t even been his girlfriend for a full week yet and already Bradley had tasted you as much as your ex did in three fucking years. What a fucking loser Luke was.

Your body was writhing against his mouth as you held his phone with a death grip, your forehead forming a cute crease as you tried to focus on the task he had given you. “You taste so good, baby,” Bradley praised, releasing your puffy clit so he could slide his tongue through your wetness again. 

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, your fingers moving faster on the screen as he spreads you out again before dipping his tongue inside you.  He groaned as your arousal coated his taste buds, and he wrapped his arms under your thighs and pulled you closer. “Feels so good, Bradley.”

He fucking loved the way you moaned his name. His real name, not a shortened version or his last name. His real first name, and the only one you’ve ever called him. 

Bradley grunted, bumping your clit with the tip of his nose as he kissed, licked and tasted every part of you. “How’s my gallery looking, babes?” He teased and you whimpered. 

“Good..it’s good,” you respond, subtly grinding against his tongue. 

“What’s good?” He smirked, taking your clit in his mouth again and tugging on it with his teeth. “Tell me.”

“Fuck,” you cry out, nearly dropping his phone. “You. You’re good. You’re so good.” 

Bradley grinned, running his tongue along your bundle of nerves before slipping it back inside you. Your back was arching now and your legs were trying to close around his head, but his shoulders prevented them from getting very far. 

“Holy fuck,” you cursed, quickly tapping on his screen one last time before dropping his phone next to you and reaching down to pull on his hair. “There. It’s done.”

Bradley hummed as he felt your fingers thread through his hair and make it messy again for the second time today. “Good,” he praised, flattening out his tongue as he licked your dripping core. “Now I want you to come for me.”

Your eyes rolled back and you pulled harder on his hair as you did just that. A high pitched cry left your lips as you came on his tongue, your hips slowly grinding against his face as you tip your head back on his bed. “Oh, my fucking God, Bradley,” you whined as he lapped up your release. “You’re too good at that.”

He grinned as he pulled away and crawled back up your body, his mouth and chin glistening with the remnants of your high. “It’s light work,” he teased, grabbing his phone and holding it up. “Come here.” He softly demanded and you moved your head to kiss him, your eyes closing as you tasted yourself on his lips. 

Bradley parted his mouth and your tongue brushed against his just as he took a picture of the obscene kiss and officially added you to his camera roll, the intense photo surely going to fuel his need for you in the future.

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On set of Dune II

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE

Word count: 2k

Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.

A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.

With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.

"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."

Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.

As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.

"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.

Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.

"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.

"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.

We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.

"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.

God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.

I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.

He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.

A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."

"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.

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No Strings Attached - Remus Lupin x Reader

AN - I've been wanting to write this one for a while now but I've only just gotten around to it.

2k words.

Remus lay stretched out across the length of the sofa, his back propped against one plush arm and his legs near enough dangling over the other. Y/N was tucked in between his legs, her head leaning back against his chest. Remus had his arms wrapped around her, one hand holding his book, resting it on her stomach, the fingers on his spare hand were tracing lazy circles on the exposed skin of her midriff.  

This was the usual set up for the pair of them. To anyone looking in, it would be a safe bet to say that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. However, they were not. Their relationship had been like this for a while now, they had been best friends since school, and after leaving decided to move in together.  

They had always been quite touchy feely with each other, so snuggling up on the sofa was a common occurrence in their flat. For the two of them, the line between best friends and in a relationship was thin. It had all started after they had first slept together, when they had both come home from the pub one night, both slightly tipsy but extremely horny.  Their relationship had been a bit of a grey area since then. Friends with benefits didn’t seem to fit what they were. Did friends with benefits usually cuddle up for hours after? Make food together? Remus didn’t think so. 

“I think there should be a new word for what we are.” Remus whispered; his words were so soft that they could easily have been mistaken for a thought. His eyes were still focused on his book, but his free hand was now moving more intently, tracing shapes on Y/N’s skin. Y/N hummed in response, her eyes flickering open. She shifted slightly so she could look at him better, a light smile on her face. 

“I’m listening to you. What do you think we should call what we are?” She tilted her head slightly, her eyes glittering mischievously, “Can’t have the neighbours thinking we’re a couple.” 

“Hmm...” he paused for a moment, pretending to think, “What about, friends with benefits who also live together and cook together and cuddle and flirt sometimes? How’s that for a label?” he responded, his tone playful. He moved his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb moving to caress her jaw. 

“Way too long.” Y/N said with a dismissive wave of her hand. 

“Okay fine. We’ll go with ‘Friends with Benefits’ and then if I ever need to introduce you to anyone, I can just mention all the other activities that we do.” He cocked to the side, giving her a grin. It was hard to discern if he was teasing her or if he genuinely wanted to keep their ‘situation’ a secret. Remus wasn’t even sure if he knew that himself.  

“In all honesty, I’m content with the way things are.” Y/N hummed, “No strings attached. It’s nice, y’know?” 

“No strings.” he repeated, his voice thoughtful. She could feel the strings between them though, couldn’t she? The strings that would be difficult to unravel even if they wanted to. “I like it too.” he added softly. 

A few days had passed since their conversation and Remus was trying his best not to think about it. Every time he did, he got this strange sinking feeling in his stomach. He told himself over and over again that he was fine with just keeping it casual with Y/N, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t convince himself. 

“Oh, I forgot to mention this morning, I’m out tonight so I won’t be in for dinner.” Y/N said one afternoon. They were in their usual spot on the sofa, sat at either end with their legs intertwined in the middle. Remus’s hand was resting on Y/N’s shin, his fingers running up and down it absent mindedly as he read. He glanced up from his book when she spoke.  

“Ah okay, no problem. You off anywhere fun?”  

“Y’know Max that I used to work with? He’s in town so asked if I wanted to go out for a drink with him.” 

Remus’s fingers stilled, his arm going completely limp. After a beat, he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice careful. 

“Is that... a date, or?” 

“I dunno. Why’d you asked?” Y/N shrugged. 

His eyes locked on hers, his lips parted slightly as he tried to think of a reply.  

“Oh, nothing. Just wondered is all.” he said. His voice was even, calm, but she could hear the strain in it. Remus shifted in his seat, looking back down at his book, trying to hide his face from her. 

“You’re not getting all weird on me, are you?” Y/N said, sitting up straight, “We said no strings attached...” 

“No,” he said, his tone a touch sharp, “I’m not being weird!”  

He was. He knew that, and he knew for certain that she did too. He was jealous and the thought of her going out for a drink with someone else was killing him. His thoughts went back to the other men that he knew Y/N had been with. The ones that she’d openly talked to him about before they had got involved with each other. Back when they were best friends and nothing more.  

“Good! You had me worried for a second.” Y/N laughed nervously, pulling Remus from his thoughts. 

His jaw was clenched, the words that were left unsaid hung on his tongue, but he swallowed them down. He forced his body to relax and took a deep breath.  

“Nah of course not.” he said, trying to keep his tone light, “Have fun, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” 

After she had left, Remus moped around their flat for a while. He cooked himself dinner and then settled down back on the sofa with his book. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to focus. His thoughts just kept jumping back to Y/N. His heart was racing, his body heating up at the thought of Max touching her. Putting his arms around her, his hand resting on her thigh like Remus’s did.  

Remus decided that, if he was awake when she got back, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom, pulling her close until there was nothing between them. He wanted to whisper his feelings for her, tell her that he didn’t want to keep it casual. He was scared. He was absolutely terrified of coming on too strong, he didn’t want to ruin what they had now, but he couldn’t bear the thought of Y/N being with anybody else. 

The minutes stretched and stretched and stretched, all he was doing was waiting for her to get back. Hoping that his thoughts were completely wrong. His heart raced at every noise, anxiously waiting for the jingle of her keys as she unlocked the door. 

He must have fallen asleep because his eyes shot open when he heard the door creak. His eyes followed Y/N’s movements as she made her way into the flat. She dropped her keys down on the coffee table with a clatter and then plonked herself down on the sofa next to him.  

“Oh, hey.” Remus said, as if he hadn’t been desperately waiting for her to return home for the past several house. 

“Hey. Wasn’t sure if you’d have gone to bed or not.” Y/N said, curling her legs up, getting comfortable. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Remus shrugged, “How was your evening? Have a good time?” he tried his best to sound careless, but there was something in his tone that hinted at just the opposite 

“Yeah, it was fine, thank you.” Y/N said. She eyed Remus, looking for any indication on his face that something was wrong with him. Remus looked at her, trying to seem casual, but his gaze was anything but. He cleared his throat once more, his hand rubbing over his chin. 

“Are you... are you upset with me?” she asked, her voice coming out barely above a whisper. She felt her gut twist as she looked at him. He looked annoyed, as if he was trying his hardest not to say something to her.  

Her question hit him like a ton of bricks. Remus thought about his response for a moment. What was he supposed to say? The truth? That he was jealous beyond logic and reason? That he loved her and didn’t want her to be with anyone else but him? 

“Of course I’m not upset.” he found himself saying, “I could never be upset with you.” 

Y/N nodded, her eyes fixed on a patch of the carpet. Neither of them said anything for a while. They just sat there in silence. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that they were used to when they were sat together, the comfortable kind where they didn't feel like they had to say anything to each other, where they could just sit in each other's company and just be. The silence was the horrible kind, the kind that lingered in the air and was so uncomfortable that Remus swore he could hear his own heart beating.  

“I’m jealous.” Remus’s voice came out strained. He jerked a little in his seat, as if he couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. 

“Yeah, I figured that much.” she replied quietly. A silence descended upon them once more, but after a moment or two she spoke again, “You said no strings attached. So... you can’t get jealous. You can’t care.” Her words came out frantically.  

“No, you said no strings attached.” Remus said. 

“Yeah, but – we agreed to that.” Y/N’s tone had heightened, his words touching a nerve within her, I thought – I thought that meant that you were okay with this! I thought you didn’t care. That we were just screwing around and then when you got bored you would just call it quits and move on.” Tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes, her voice soft and quivering. 

Remus let out a noise of frustration and stood up from the sofa. He started to pace the living room, his hand anxiously lifting to rub the back of his head.  

“How could you think that I don’t care?” he asked, “I- I care about you. I have for a while now! And I’m - I don’t know what I am to you, but I know for sure that I don’t want us to be friends with benefits or whatever bullshit label we call ourselves.”  

Y/N let out a deep breath, taking a moment to process what he had just said to her. She felt like her head was spinning. Her eyes followed Remus as he paced back and forth, clearly trying to make sense of the situation just like he was.  

“You like me...” Y/N whispered. Remus stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look at her.  

“Of course I like you!” his voice slightly louder than before, “I can read you like a book. I know exactly what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. I know the sound of your heartbeat and the taste of your breath, and I know for sure how your lips feel on mine.” 

Remus had crossed to the room and had crumpled to his knees in front of where she was sat. It was as if getting those words out, finally getting it off his chest how he felt about her, had taken all of the energy from his body. He took Y/N’s face in his hands, his eyes searching hers for a reaction. 

Her eyes widened slightly, her whole body seeming to react to his words. She felt her cheeks heat up, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t. She knew that she liked him. The fact that she had had a few flings here and there didn’t change that.  

Y/N crashed her lips into his. She couldn’t think of any other way to show him how she felt. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her and he pulled himself onto the sofa. He all but dragged her so that she was on top of him, as close as could be, eyes peering into each other’s.  

“Fuck it.” Y/N said, breathless from the kiss, “Fuck ‘No strings attached’.” 

[zorrasucia]

"Just sleeping and fucking all day," I AM DEAD!!! and i revived just to BEG you to expand on this please i just love them so much 😭

I'm so glad you liked it, Anon! I came up with something but I'm like 90% sure it's not what you were asking for - I aimed to write more smut and it turned into saccharine fluff somehow. I apologize. Rest assured that the next update for this fic is business as usual, very spicy and contains Carmy finally ******* ****** :)

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene 2.0

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Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (1k)

Tags: Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Smut, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Domesticity

"Hey, baby," Carmy mumbled with a smile, rolling over in bed and looking at you with sleepy eyes.

You had padded into the room and leaned over to kiss his neck, waking him up from his third nap of the day. In between, you had fucked - slow and loving, then quick and hard, then a mix of both. You felt tired in the best way - and still somehow you wanted him. But you could wait.

"Shhh. I'm not here for another round," you soothed, moving a lock of hair out of his face. "Got us some pizza," you settled across from him, laying the box between you.

He sat up and ogled you shamelessly. You were wearing jeans and one of his shirts, your nipples showing through the white fabric.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he shook his head and focused on the slice of pizza you handed him instead.

"I mean," you gestured at him, his naked torso and satisfied smirk, "likewise, Carm."

You shared a hungry look while taking a bite of pepperoni. He broke first, looking up at the ceiling, away from you.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Mmm?" you nudged his leg with your foot.

"You come like two, three times when I can only do one and be just useless..." he blushed, curiosity tinting his skin. "I was just wondering what that was like, if all women were like that."

You smiled. Sometimes you forgot that he was a virgin before you.

"A lot of women can, uh, come multiple times," you explained. "If it's done properly, if you work for it," you cleared your throat. "Some women can't come at all."

"That sounds, uh-" Carmy struggled.

"Miserable?" you supplied and he nodded. "It can be. But sex isn't always about coming, you know? It's about being close and getting to know each other."

Carmy hummed pensively.

Just now, between one round and the next you had fallen asleep still intertwined, spent, his arms around your waist and his softening cock inside you. It was nice, to be so close with zero expectations of it going anywhere.

"What've you learned about me? With sex, I mean," he asked, his blue eyes wide.

"That you're giving, uh, determined, a fast learner," you pondered for a minute while you chewed. "A bit of a control freak but we knew that from before," he chuckled. "And you think you don't deserve good shit, even though you do."

"Pretty spot on," he let out a shaky breath.

You caressed his calf over the bedsheets. It felt strange to be talking about this but it had been a fucking weird day, and discussing orgasms with Carmy while eating pizza fit right in.

"You're a great fuck, Carm," you said softly. "And that takes patience and care and- I love that you want to make me feel good. I do," his gaze was downward and you reached for his hand. "I just don't want you to think you need to be perfect for me here too, you know? There's no pressure."

Carmy nodded and his eyes met yours, he gave you a soft smile.

"Thanks," he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Then his smile turned mischievous. "Just to be sure, you do like coming though?" he looked for confirmation, head tilted.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Obviously, yeah," you poked at his side and reached for another slice of pizza. "I'm just saying there's no pressure, okay?"

"Okay," he took a big bite of crust. "You didn't answer my question from before," he prompted, raising his eyebrows. "How does it feel?"

"Uh. Well, you don't know how good it's going to be until you're coming. Sometimes it slows down, becomes softer. Or you get halfway through the next and get stuck there," you shrugged. "Sometimes it builds up, becomes more intense each time-"

"Like the last one?" he asked.

You blushed - the memory of him on top of you, his chain dangling near your mouth, his hands holding your wrists above your head, taking up all your thoughts. He had fucked you through your first orgasm until you saw stars and your moans turned into cries of pleasure.

"Exactly like that," you replied bashfully like it wasn't you that had begged him to keep going and fuck you harder.

"How many have you done?" Carmy asked after a while.

"Huh?"

"How many times you've come in a row?" he repeated, that calculating look back on his face. "What's the max?"

"I don't know, five?" you laughed nervously. "I think you're getting the wrong message from this, Carm."

"No, I know," he shook his head. "I was guessing we could start with all that 'no pressure' thing tomorrow. And I think I still have one more round left in me today, so..."

"What the fuck, Carm?" you giggled.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding how flustered you were.

"I'm serious," he said, amusement still showing in his tone. You finally uncovered your face and looked at him. He was smiling but he wasn't joking. "I don't know how to be calm," he explained. "I don't know how to fucking relax and be normal. I never have. Being with you- That's the closest I've come to that," he said softly. You cupped his face tenderly. "But sometimes it gets so crazy that the only thing I know I can do well is make you feel good. That's why I can be a control freak and competitive and insane..."

You shushed him.

"You're fine, baby," you caressed Carmy's shoulders, scooting closer to him. "I love that you're all those things. I just- You push yourself to the limit. You can hurt yourself trying to make everything perfect," your thumb traced the edge of the dark circles around his eyes - all from early mornings and late nights at The Bear. "I don't want to be that for you - another weight, another thing that needs to be perfect."

"You're not," he whispered. "You've never been that, okay?"

"Okay," you sighed and surged forward to kiss him, his face between your palms.

Even after the kiss was over you stayed there, your forehead on his, and your noses touching.

"So," you said after a while, "how about we finish this," you pointed at the pizza, "and watch a movie?"

You had learned that watching a movie with Carmy was shorthand for a nap on the couch since he was always so fucking tired.

He chuckled against your mouth.

"I think I can manage that," he replied, guiding you by the hand to the living room.

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[Part 8]

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hi! so this is super self indulgent based on this post i made hehe n im super excited to write this, i hope u enjoy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is probably gonna be super lengthy so this is just part one lol

copy-pasted from my notes app so sorry if there’s any errors

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megumi x reader x yuji love triangle

tooth rotten fluff with a bit of angst

The music is loud—too loud for your taste—but you don’t really care. You’re not here for the party, not really. You’re here because you promised some new friends you’d show up. After all, that’s what people do when they want to feel like they belong, right? Pretend to be interested in house parties with thumping bass, cheap beer, and sweaty college students pressed together like sardines.

You tug at the sleeves of your sweater nervously, trying to blend into the wall, regretting not bringing a drink. At least it would’ve given your hands something to do. You scan the crowded living room, your eyes flicking over the mass of people, mind wandering until you spot a familiar face—or rather, two.

Yuji Itadori is hard to miss. His bright pink hair stands out against the dim lighting, and he’s laughing at something, his wide grin infectious even from across the room. Next to him, Megumi Fushiguro looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, his expression as unreadable as ever. The complete opposite of Yuji’s playful demeanor.

It’s funny how they balance each other out like that. Yuji, the bright, silly one who lights up every room he walks into, and Megumi, the quiet, brooding one, always watching from the sidelines. You haven’t known them long, but even you can tell they’re close in a way that most people would envy.

And yet, here you are, watching them, unsure of where you fit into the picture.

“Hey!” Yuji’s voice suddenly cuts through the noise as he jogs over to you, his face lighting up when he sees you. “You came! I didn’t think you’d show up.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his excitement wash over you. “I almost didn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” His grin widens, and he turns, waving toward Megumi, who’s still standing by the drinks table, looking completely out of place. “Megumi, come over here! She’s finally here!”

Megumi’s eyes flick over to you, and for a moment, your gazes lock. His expression softens slightly, but he doesn’t smile. Instead, he gives a small nod and walks over, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low but steady.

“Hey,” you echo, feeling your pulse quicken for no good reason.

The three of you stand there for a moment, Yuji’s energy bouncing between you, while Megumi’s silence settles like a blanket over the noise of the party. You feel the tension immediately. Not in a bad way, just... tension. The kind that makes your heart race for reasons you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Yuji begins, clearly trying to break the silence, “have you been to any of our hockey games yet? We’ve got a big one coming up next week.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden change in topic. Hockey? Right. They’re both on the team, something you keep forgetting since you’ve never actually seen them play. It’s not really your thing, but the thought of seeing them on the ice—sweaty and focused—sends a strange shiver down your spine.

“No, I haven’t been to any yet,” you admit. “But maybe I’ll come to the next one.”

Yuji’s eyes light up like you’ve just made his day. “You should! It’s gonna be great. Megumi’s an amazing defender. You’ll love it.”

You glance at Megumi, who shifts uncomfortably under Yuji’s praise. “I’m not that great,” he mutters.

“You’re amazing, dude,” Yuji counters, playfully nudging his friend. “Don’t be so modest.”

You find yourself smiling at their dynamic. It’s hard not to get swept up in Yuji’s enthusiasm. “Okay, fine. I’ll come,” you say, laughing a little at how easily you’ve been convinced.

“Awesome!” Yuji’s grin is infectious. “I’ll make sure you get a good seat.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, something quiet and unreadable flickering in them. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it makes your heart race in a way that you’re not sure you’re ready to acknowledge.

You’re not here for hockey. You’re not here for parties. But somehow, being here with them feels like it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

---

Later that week, you find yourself sitting in the cold, buzzing arena, clutching a cup of hot chocolate as you watch the players take to the ice. You have to admit, there’s something captivating about watching them skate, the fluid motion of their bodies gliding across the rink. Your eyes keep wandering back to two figures—Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji is in his element, grinning even through his helmet, waving to the crowd every chance he gets. His energy is infectious, even from the stands. Megumi, on the other hand, is focused, eyes narrowed in concentration as he defends the goal like his life depends on it. The contrast between them is striking.

Your stomach twists when Yuji skates by, throwing you a playful wink. He’s just so... Yuji. Bright, carefree, and completely unaware of the effect he has on people. On you.

And Megumi... God, Megumi.

Every time you see him on the ice, you feel that strange pull in your chest again. There’s something about him—something quiet and intense—that makes your heart race in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t as obvious as Yuji, but there’s a warmth to him, hidden beneath that cool, stone-faced exterior.

---

After the game, you’re surprised when both of them ask you to hang out—separately, of course.

Yuji wants to go to the arcade. Megumi invites you to a quiet coffee shop he likes, one tucked away from the busy part of campus.

You don’t know how to say no to either of them.

---

Megumi’s fingers brush yours as he hands you a book he thinks you’ll like, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he pulls back. “This one’s good,” he says softly, almost shyly. “If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take the book from him, your hands barely touching. “Thanks,” you whisper, feeling the weight of his attention settle over you.

Megumi is so... subtle. His affection, if it’s even that, comes in quiet gestures. A brush of fingers here, a soft look there. It makes your heart race in a way that feels... different. Dangerous, almost.

But then, there’s Yuji.

---

“Gotcha!” Yuji laughs as he beats you—again—at one of the games at the arcade, his playful grin lighting up his whole face.

You can’t help but laugh with him, your heart soaring at the pure joy in his eyes. Being with Yuji feels easy, like the sun has come out and everything is just... fun.

But it isn’t just fun. Not for you.

You’re torn. Between the boy who makes you feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day, and the boy who sets your heart on fire, unpredictable and thrilling.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for either of them.

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end of pt. 1 /).(\ pt. 2 coming very soon

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

i'm grateful you're my daughter more than anything

Post 6x09, Runaan finds Rayla as she takes care of Callum. She's changed, and he couldn't be a prouder father.

Felt cute might put up on ao3 later :b

The first moment they had alone was in the dead of the night, moon high above the Nexus. It felt fitting, almost full-circle.

On his way down the hall to the library, to get parchment to send a letter to Ethari explaining what could never truly be explained, at least not fully, Runaan spotted Rayla slipping down the hall, footsteps light and quick as a true assassin's, despite how opposite of one she was, a steaming teacup on a little plate in her hands.

She looked up when she heard him, smiling a little as her low ponytail swung. "Runaan. ...Hey." She cleared her throat. "How- how are you feeling?"

He shrugged in the enormously oversized nightshirt the lumberjack human, Allen, had lent him. It was off-putting, being out of his form-fitting, safe garb, especially in this strange, unknown place he should very well have felt relaxed in- a full moon, at the Moon Nexus, but all Runaan could feel was... odd. "As good as one can, I suppose. How are you, though? How is your human? Clem- Camel? Stop me when I get it right-"

She laughed, and it wasn't a snarky one he'd grown so accustomed to. "Callum." A smile ticked her lips upwards at his name. "His name's Callum. And he's-" Rayla looked away to the wall, the little table she elected to set the tea down on, anywhere but him. "He's okay. I think. Mostly in shock. But he'll get through it." The unspoken words hung in the air, a truth both of them hated knowing: What other choice does he have?

"He's got you," Runaan offered, drawing closer. "That's pretty damn good."

She laughed again, a real, merry one, despite the bitter undertones. "Yeah. Some cuddles and tea are all I can do until morning. Bright and early, we go to Katolis." She made a face, and at least that was the same- her utter hatred of mornings.

Just like that, Runaan found himself relaxing just a little more into her presence. No longer a little girl he felt the need to protect- Well, she would always be that, his beloved daughter once he started acting like it, but someone he trusted to have his back. Even with how much she'd changed, not everything had.

"I will be up with the sun," he promised, and she looked away. That had just been one more thing setting her apart from the rest back at the Silvergrove, during training: her adamant refusal to awaken at the crack of dawn for early-morning runs and sparring.

Good. Please, let her never be like the Silvergrove, Runaan prayed now, just as he had so many moons ago with Ethari after Lain and Tiadrin left. Let her never have the hardened heart of an assassin, the only ones the community would spare the time of day. She had an out, and one look at her and Callum was enough for Runaan to know that she'd take it and never look back.

"Well, I should get this to Callum," Rayla said awkwardly, stilted, moving to take the cup, but Runaan stopped her with a gentle touch to her wrist. "Rayla, wait." Gentle, the way he'd be with Ethari. Because this was his daughter, not a member of his troupe or someone under his jurisdiction. His family.

She pursed her lips slightly and shook her loose bangs out of her eyes, and Runaan couldn't help but remember back to her parents. She was the perfect combination of them, with Lain's braids and horns, Tiadrin's nose and face shape, and her lavender eyes unique only to her. Setting her apart. "Yeah?"

He drew his hand back. "I've never seen you like this," he said, admittedly curiously.

Rayla tilted her head, questioning kindly rather than the abrasive, aggressive way she'd always done before. "Like what?"

"Giving," Runaan said, because that was the first word that came to him. Rayla had always been kind and generous and loving, no matter how she'd hated to show it. "Kind. Loving. Happy."

She took a hesitant step closer, reaching to rest her gentle, small hand on his upper arm, blinking furiously.

"It's a good look on you." He blinked his own tears away as she bit back a sob-ridden laugh. "The best one."

Rayla ducked her head, bangs swinging with the motion. "Thank you. That... It means a lot. So much."

Runaan clasped her hands, drinking the sight of his daughter in. So small physically, but larger than life. So, so loved and gorgeous, inside and out, and he was sure her human made sure she knew it, too.

"You have a beautiful heart, Rayla," he said eventually, softly. "The most gorgeous I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. My worst regret is trying to burn it away instead of nurturing it. And for that..." A hand found its way to lay over his heart, bringing a sniffling Rayla’s with it. "I am truly sorry."

"Runaan..." She shook her head, reaching up to wipe away his tears, and they were the softest fingertips Runaan could remember, his own and Ethari's so calloused and rough. And here was Rayla, giving and gentle. The daughter he'd always dreamed of but never deserved. "Don't," she said firmly. "It was my choice. My choices. I had to find my way here on my own. In the end..." She glanced back down the hall, to the closed door that the boy she loved more than life rested behind. "I like where it got me. I'm glad I'm here."

"Rayla..." Runaan tucked her hair behind her ears, pressing their foreheads together. "I don't know what it means to you, but I am so proud of you. I love you, Little Blade. You are my daughter. I only hope you'll let me be your father."

Rayla threw her arms around him, sending him stumbling back in shock, immediately holding her back. "Of course. I'd forgiven you a long time ago, Runaan. I'm so glad you're my father. You always will be. I love you."

And he'd already said it tonight, but Runaan had spent far too much time hating and killing, and not nearly enough loving. So he hugged her back, whispering, "I love you, too."

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

The meow-fia of Sinostra

Sinostra as kitties

Wc: ~660

Taiga

Reddish bengal who got put in adoption because of his aggressiveness and his former owner had kids.

Doesn't even look at kibble, only eats raw meat, preferably one from prey he hunted but beef makes do. You have to clean his face though, he is quite a messy eater and ends up having blood over his whiskers.

On a similar note, he has a thing for mouse shaped toys that run around. He does end up breaking them in a week or less (that is why he always tries to steal Haru's peekaboo but never for long enough to break it).

His hunting drive is still sharp, running after pigeons and little animals to sink his claws in and he is fairly successful. For the sake of your local environment keep him locked up.

His relationship with Romeo is quite strange, sometimes he acts like he will start fights, hissing and arching his back, with him before stopping and start licking him, even if Romeo pushes him away.

Will make you believe you can touch him but will bite and scratch your hand as soon as it's anywhere close. He doesn't like it if any of the other cats do it and will start attacking them roughly enough for you to get in and separate them.

He is quite a playful cat when he isn't on one of his violent moods attacking you, whatever simulates chasing prey or even enrichment toys where he guesses where the treat is.

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

A fluffy and pompous black Persian who grooms himself constantly.

A competition cat whose original family went broke and didn't have enough money to keep going to competitions or even keeping pets, so he was given to you.

Because he is quite particular about his food, not liking any dry kibble and barely eating some wet foods, so you feed him the same as taiga, raw meat and some veggies.

He spends his whole day perched on the highest point of the cat tower, looking down at you and the other cats. When Taiga usurps his place he hisses but never dares to do anything else.

If you have any kind of jewelry like rings, necklaces or earrings he likes to snoop around the shiny things. If you do makeup he perches himself on your lap when you start doing it, and even meows loudly reproaching you when your eyeliner smudges or you use the wrong color.

When he sees how much attention you give to Ritsu because he is the only one who listens he feels slightly jealous and might push him away when you start to compliment him and take his place. Otherwise he sits on your chest when you sleep weighing you down when you try to get up.

Ritsu

(I'll admit I didn't know what cat would fit best but because of looks this one feels good) a very small Burmese kitty who accepted really quickly any rules inside the house.

He keeps your rules being enforced, meowing at taiga for hunting wild birds or Romeo for sleeping in your bed/stealing jewelry. Because he is so annoying they swat at him but he is just quick enough to evade them without a scratch.

The same way he does chime at you if you do something incorrectly in his eyes like closing doors or feeding them the wrong kibble.

If you want to touch him, put out your hand and wait for him to plop next to your leg, otherwise he will dislike it and hiss and run away and next time you see him he will stand a few meters away, face slightly scrunched in annoyance.

He does really like praise though so he is really easy to train, his eyes go wide at the soft words and the little treat. But he will do it even without the prompt and still expect praise.

Sometimes he slips under your blanket and makes biscuits on your tummy. The seller told you that his mom was unable to finish caring for him so he might have taken you as a caretaker too.

[aurora-starwars]

Hi! I was wondering if you’re doing requests if not pls ignore this but if you are….

I was wondering if you could do a neteyam x human reader where human reader has glasses and is really self conscious abt them. Thank you and I hope you have a good day 🫶💗

Insecurity Is Suffocating

Pairing: Neteyam x human!reader

Summary: You are self conscious about your glasses, Neteyam tries to fix that

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none, just fluff! <333

A/n: I tried using second person perspective for once… I don’t like it. But i do have experience with glasses and i hate wearing them, contacts for life. Anyway, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy! <333333

Masterlist

For as long as you can remember, you have needed glasses.

Living on an alien planet, estranged from your own, much safer world, was already a struggle enough. But managing glasses on Pandora? More of an inconvenience than anyone would have thought. You would always struggle to fit your glasses under your oxygen mask, Spider often teasing you about it, running ahead and leaving you behind because you took too long.

But not putting on your glasses was worse, you did not have good sight and you would be lost or dead in the forest before you even got anywhere. It wasn’t even like they had contacts on Pandora for you to use, those all expired years before you needed glasses, the people that had used them long gone. It was lucky they had glasses for your prescription at all.

This was always frustrating to you, having to wear glasses all of the time. When you are out exploring with the Sully kids, you felt just that bit more separated from everything, having two panes of glass between you and Pandora.

But you did have one comfort through your insecurity.

Neteyam.

Neteyam was always there, watching you silently. A small smile on his face, every time you were in his home.

Every time you would ask, “What?”

He would always smile and shake his head slightly, “Nothing.”

It was never nothing.

When he would get you alone, whether his parents were out or he visited you back at the lab, he would always shower you in praise.

“You look so pretty.”

“Your hair is so soft.”

“I like how your glasses frame your face.”

“You are so cute.”

You were never sure where it was coming from, what all of the compliments were for. So you just smiled, blushing at his words each time.

But on this particular day, you had a tough time coming to terms with the permanence of your blurry vision and the glasses you needed to correct it.

You looked in the mirror, tracing the lines on your nose that your glasses left before putting your glasses back on and sighing. You liked your face, mostly, it was hard to see without your glasses, which was even more frustrating. But your glasses got in the way of it, you could feel it on your face at all times, and you could never get rid of it. This drove you insane.

Thankfully, today also was one of the days Neteyam came to visit.

You heard talking in the main hall which was the room next to you. You sighed, thinking it was Lo’ak and Kiri coming to terrorize the avatar driver’s again, although that was mostly Lo’ak.

But your thoughts were interrupted when you hear a knock at your door. When you opened it, you found Neteyam hunched over on the other side.

“Can I come in?” he questioned, his posture looked uncomfortable and you giggled at his strange hunched over look as he stood in the doorway.

You opened the door to let him in and he moved quickly, squatting next to your bed like he usually does. You go to sit in the chair by your desk, with him squatting and you sat, you look at each other practically eye to eye.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks after observing your face, his head tilts to the side curiously.

“Nothing,” your eyes flicker to the mirror you were staring into only moments ago.

Neteyam’s eyes follow yours, even if it was a quick look, to the mirror. He sighs.

He has know of your discontent for your glasses for a while, as long as he has been talking to you one-on-one like this. He sees it every time he compliments something to do with your glasses, you make this little face of disagreement but never voice your thoughts. Every time he traces the lines where your glasses would be on your face when you take them off, he sees your little nose scrunch when you notice what he is doing. He sees it when you look in the mirror and your eyes flicker to the delicate frame.

Neteyam always though your glasses looked so cute on you, framing your face with its delicate design and shape. He thought you were cute enough to make anything look good, in fairness.

Looking into your eyes again, your eyes finally made their way back to his, he slowly reached over to cup its large hands around your considerably smaller face.

“You look so cute, you know this,” he started, to which you roll your eyes playfully.

“You look so cute, cute nose, pretty eyes, lovely hair, cute chin, silly but nice eyebrows, soft cheeks, oh look they are turning pink,” he smiles at you, looking into your eyes like they were the windows to your soul.

Now you were blushing, cheeks red and your face flushed, you looked up at him and you felt like you would crumble if he let go of you.

You knew where this was coming from but that did not make any less defenceless to his words.

He kept talking, figuring if he stopped you would somehow object to what he is saying.

“I have seen photos of human models and actresses but they can’t even compare to you, all of the na’vi girls in my clan can’t even compare to you. You and your glasses are so beautiful,” Neteyam looks into your eyes sternly, as if what he was saying was not up for debate.

“Your glasses only seem to accentuate your beauty, framing your face and accessories everyone of your outfits. Besides, I have seen some of the scientist’s glasses here, your frames look amazing in comparison,” he smiles at your giggling, your face still flushed, but you were feeling a bit better.

“Thank you, Neteyam.”

“Anything for you, oeyä syulang.”

Oeyä syulang: my (possessive) flower

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A/n: Thank you for reading! I did not really like this but I hope you did! <333333

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy @adrunkskeletonsduck @luvlykrispy @tainted-artist4161 @gamorxa @valentineheartzz @nighttimemoonlover

[notmorbid]

mothtown.

dialogue prompts from mothtown by caroline hardaker.

why did i wait so long to run?

this isn't a place for children.

you want to know how i disappeared?

some stories start with running, and some end with it.

why would anyone want to be anywhere else?

i know i should be sad, but i'm not.

don't worry. i've got you.

you do understand what's happened, don't you?

i can't do it anymore. i need a break.

you never know when it's time to say goodbye. no one tells you.

you know that i love you, don't you?

it doesn't feel right to be here.

music helps us transcend. it opens up whole new worlds.

the unknown hasn't always been kind to me.

i won't leave, promise. i won't disappear.

i just need a corner. a quiet place to think.

it's just like you see on the news.

i needed to get out of the house.

moths always seek the light. that's what we do, don't we?

this is what you want to hear, right? about the things i wish i'd noticed earlier on. scenes that i should have held close.

you're such a strange fit.

how long were you watching me?

i can't explain. i don't have the words.

i have to look. i have to know.

take what you can scavenge. you'll need it.

i wonder if all that will be left of me one day will be a photograph.

you're just as real as i am.

can't you just stay in the lines?

look at me. can you see me? i'm here.

it's always been this way. i don't remember a time before.

they think something's really wrong with you. is there?

if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. but i can't help you if you don't tell me.

why did you follow me? you've spoiled this.

it's not that i was invisible. it's just that i didn't matter.

keep your distance. think like a cat.

what could i have said?

is it my honesty that makes your skin crawl, or is it what you see when you look at me?

i dare you. look at me.

how are you even alive?

are you still there? are you still listening to me?

are you sure you want me to keep talking? is there any benefit to this?

i'm not sure i'm seeing what you're seeing.

why are you here, really?

are you listening? show me you're listening.

that truth doesn't suit you.

it would be nice if you made an effort.

you make even boring things seem dodgy as hell.

are you coming back to me?

i didn't want you to see me like this.

you don't feel right, kid.

i know i should be somewhere else.

sing me something. something just for me, please.

my touch brings disaster and decay.

the cold makes me feel more alive.

you're looking more like ____ all the time.

i did everything i was told to.

wouldn't it be better to suffer with a hand to hold?

if we're both here, we're both the same.

it's my turn to ask you something.

i was always going to be on my own.

i always thought you were just like me.

are you all talking about me? behind my back?

for fuck's sake, talk to me. i miss you.

you're safe here. they won't find you here.

you are not invisible. you are not fading away.

what if you're my home?

do some doors close forever?

not everyone is who they say they are.

you aren't as lost as you think you are.

have you always known, and just kept it from me?

[homeslices]

Jealous Jealous Jealous Girl

A/N: This request really made me giggle and kick my feet. I put off writing my essay for this so I really hope you enjoy! (Sorry this took longer than I expected, It’s the longest fic I’ve written and it was not on purpose 😭) Also I thought Lana's song kinda fit this perfectly!!

Summary: You are Ellie’s outgoing, amazing, flirty girlfriend, but when you push Ellie a little too far, she reminds you that you are just as much hers as she is yours. (There is a little plot at the beginning)

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut

Ellie loves you. She really does. Everything about you. You’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever laid eyes on, you always put yourself out there, you’re outgoing, and take initiative in every situation. You also happen to be extremely flirtatious.

In all reality, it’s not that big of a deal. Actually, it's how you both got together in the first place. It’s just that, being flirty and touchy seems to be one of your traits not exclusive to your girlfriend.

That’s how it has always been though, even before Ellie. Now, she doesn’t blame you. She also hasn’t brought up to you, being the emotionally stubborn person she is. But, whenever you make a coy comment to one of your friends, laugh a little too hard at someone’s not-that-funny joke, or casually link arms and hold hands with someone that is not her, she gets a little green with envy.

She knows you wouldn’t cheat on her, she knows you’re loyal, and she knows you’re just messing around. She knew what she was getting into by dating you, nevertheless, everyone has their breaking points, and this very moment was Ellie’s.

There was a new girl to Jackson, and you took the invitation to make her feel welcomed. A little too welcomed in Ellie’s opinion. You and this girl also were scheduled for patrol the days Ellie and you didn’t have together, so naturally, having to trust each other with one another’s lives, you became fast friends.

You’ve introduced her to Ellie too, properly, not the “Ellie Intimidating New People” way. Ellie always felt as if the new girl was a little off. She didn’t mind your friends, she liked them in fact (considering most of your friends were mutual, she better). But this girl seemed strange.

Whenever you'd be done linking arms and to move your arm from hers, she almost refuses to let go. She always leans a little too close to you, even for your comfort. She’s clingy, never wanting to go anywhere if you’re not there. But, the biggest red flag was how she acted towards your girlfriend.

When you were around, she was always very cordial toward Ellie. She didn’t go out of her way to talk to her, but she did make conversation now and again, and was always very polite. But, whenever you left the room or just weren’t there, then it was like a switch had been flipped. She becomes cold, smug, and overall, a bitch.

This one time in particular when you were seeing her out of Ellie and your shared home, you gave her a hug and quick peck on the cheek as you do to all of your friends. The look she gave Ellie while she hugged you back though, pressing you closer to her body, made Ellie’s blood boil.

This was another thing Ellie had yet to voice to you. Now you weren’t stupid. You may have been naive to this girl’s advances, but you’re very in tune with your girlfriend. So when you noticed Ellie’s jaw clenching, or her eyes turning cold whenever you mention or see that friend, you knew something was up.

So, to make your girlfriend more comfortable (and yourself because that friend was getting a little too close for comfort) you started to distance yourself from the girl. Everything was going well too, Ellie and you were actually both happier with this space from her and you knew you made the right choice (not that it was much of a choice anyways, you’d do anything to make your girlfriend happy).

However, it all came crashing down when the metaphoric straw, more like brick, broke the camel's back for Ellie.

It was one of the days that you had that girl as a partner for parol, which actually went by quicker than you expected. Now, while you did put distance in between the two of you, you still were friendly. So when she insisted on walking you back to your place, you complied.

Ellie could see you from the window in your front room as you said goodbye, giving the girl a pat on her arm, instead of your usual hug and kiss on the cheek.

It was very clear that this girl did not like that, so she took your hand that you just used to touch her arm, pulled you in and leaned in to kiss you. In shock, but having fast reflexes, you quickly turn your head.

The door of your house slammed open and the girl jumped away from you in surprise. Turning, you see your auburn hair girlfriend look enraged as she stares at the bitch behind you.

Ellie then looks at you, eyes aflamed. “Get inside,” her voice was chilling, and you were quick to do as you were told ducking under her arm that was leaning on the doorframe.

As you walked in your house you could hear Ellie behind you speak to the girl, “and you” her voice was vicious now. “I better not see you near my fucking girlfriend again.”

You couldn’t hear her response as your door was swiftly slammed shut and locked.

You shift your weight from one foot to another nervously. Ellie was pissed, more than pissed, she was furious, and when she slowly turned towards you, it took all you had not to take a few steps back.

A moment of silence passed before her voice cuts through the air.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know Ellie, I didn’t know she-”

“What that she wanted to fuck you? That she wanted to take you away from me?” She scoffs. “I find that very hard to believe.”

“I didn’t.” You plead with her.

You know you didn’t. She knows you didn’t. But she still needed to get this point across to you.

“You’re mine.”

Her voice was dripping with dominance, and all you could do was nod your head.

Ellie didn’t like that though, she needed words, she needed for you to fully understand

You watched as she made her way towards you, the only sound in the air was her footsteps, and she only stopped when she was centimeters away. Her eyes looked predatory and you had to stop yourself from shrinking away.

One of her hands gripped you around your waist while the other one trailed up your arm, the same arm that one girl used to pull you near her. She slowly inched her way up, soon skimming her fingers over the side of your shoulder, neck, then suddenly her hand grips your jaw.

Your mouth goes dry, and you begin to feel a dull throb in your core.

“Right?”

All you could do was let out a shaky mhm, but that wasn’t good enough for your girlfriend. No, she wanted to engrave herself to your mind, soul, body, and heart. What she didn’t realize, too blinded by jealousy to see, was that she was all you could think about. And the way she was looking at you right now, was making you crave her in the most primal ways.

There was a shift in Ellie’s eyes, still pissed off, but there was a spark of desire, as if she could read your mind at that very minute.

That spark soon became a fire.

Ellie’s lips crash on yours fervently, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, which your girlfriend quickly wins.

Somehow, without tripping, you both make your way to your bedroom, mouths only parting to strip each other of clothes.

In what feels like seconds, the back of your knees find the bed. Ellie pushes you back then quickly climbs on top of you.

Her hands, which were previously holding your face, slowly trail down your body, pausing to pinch your erect nipples. This only causes you to let out a loud whine and quickly bring your hands up to grip your girlfriend's forearm, needing something to ground yourself.

Ellie makes a 'tch' noise and prys your hands off her, only for you to let out a whimper of disapproval.

Your girlfriend only sits back on your hips while holding both of your wrists in one hand. She stares at your chest rising and falling rapidly and your already fucked out face, lips puffy and pupils blown wide.

“You think you deserve to touch me?”

You hesitate, mind not being able to keep up with her words. Ellie didn’t like that though, so she reaches her free hand to grip your jaw like she did previously.

“Answer the question pretty girl.”

A broken, “no” passes through your lips, and lucky Ellie decides to grant you a little mercy by accepting your answer.

“That’s right, no you don’t,” reaching behind you, she grabs an object you couldn’t see. “So we’re going to take care of that.”

Object was soon revealed to be one of her belts, which, in a blink, found home around your wrists and the bed frame, keeping you in place.

“This okay baby? Not too tight?” Ellie asks as she sporadically places open mouthed kisses across your body.

“Yeah, s’okay Els,” you slur out, too focused on her repetitive kissing and the now throbbing sensation placed at your core.

If Ellie were to look in between your legs, she’d find your folds glistening in your slick.

Your auburn hair girlfriend just hums and her eyes flick up to you.

“Gotta show everyone who you belong to pretty girl.”

Placing a kiss at the center of your chest, she works her way up, stopping at the column of your throat. That kissing soon turned to biting, then sucking, as Ellie marked all over your throat, chest, and breasts.

At this point you were panting like a bitch in heat and could only grab the belt for a life line. Ellie worked her way down, claiming you as she did, and once she finished marking the insides of your thighs, there wasn’t a place on your body that wasn’t covered in hickeys and bite marks

She watches you intensely as she finally was face to face with your dripping cunt, and once her mouth wraps around your poor neglected clit, your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head, causing you to miss the smug look Ellie was giving you.

A finger quickly enters your sopping heat, and soon a second follows, a loud moan is ripped out of you as the third one joins the other two. You're a puddle at this point, all you can do is whimper out Ellie’s name as her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you over and over again.

That coil in your stomach was tightening, and you were so close to cumming. Your walls were fluttering, whimpers getting pitches higher, eyes started to close, and out of habit, you voice everything to your girlfriends.

Your quiet, “Els m’bouta cum,” was the only noise that filled the room besides the pornographic wet sounds coming from between your legs.

Then suddenly, as that coil was about to snap, everything stopped.

Your eyes fly open in shock and disbelief, only to see Ellie watching you amused as she sucks your juices from her fingers.

Popping them out of her mouth, a smirk falls over her lips, which were covered in your slick.

“What? You didn’t actually think I was going to let you cum did you?”

“Ellie!” You cry out desperately, desperate to cum, desperate for her.

“Aw don’t worry baby, we’re not done yet.”

Just as she finished her sentence, she moved out of your line of sight. You heard the opening of a draw, and the sound of something else that was very familiar, but you could identify it it in your fucked out state.

Yet when your girlfriend walked back over to you, you realized instantly that she was no longer bare, instead, resting against her pelvis, was a purple strap.

“Think you’re ready for me baby?”

You nod enthusiastically as Ellie climbs on the bed again and amusingly watches you open your legs wider.

The silicone cock rubs against your slick folds, bumping against your clit everytime it goes up and down. You whine achingly, needing her, needing your Ellie.

“Please,” you cry out, as the cock bumps against your clit for what seems like the millionth time.

“Alright pretty girl, you can stop your whining,” She paused. “Just be sure to say my name.”

Then, Ellie takes that silicone cock and slides it all the way in.

The loud sound of Ellie’s name is ripped from your chest, and as soon as your girlfriend bottoms out, she swiftly begins a fast, hard pace.

She crashes her lips to yours once again, and snuck one hand down to rub quick circles around your throbbing clit. The coil that was building up previously and ruined, soon came back twice as fast as it did previously.

Slick was covering the strap base, and the sound of your wetness flowed through the air, along with your broken moans.

Your eyes rolled back once Ellie found that spongy spot in you again, and once she found it, she hit it every single time.

You could hear Ellie’s grunts as she dove into you, and god, it brought you ever closer to the edge.

“Els please,” you plead, barely able to get the two words out.

A sharp stinging sensation suddenly snaps across your cheek, and clenching hard around the fake cock, you realize Ellie had slapped your face. Not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough so you could feel the tingly sensation.

You let out a guttural moan, and finally your girlfriend responds.

“Say you’re mine baby, and I’ll let you cum,” she breathes out.

“M’ yours Els, all yours, only yours.”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, Ellie could only make out her name before the gibberish started. So, smugly, Ellie speeds up her pace and places a few more marks on your neck, sucking your sweet spots to bring you closer to the edge.

Then that coil that has been building and building for what seems like forever, finally snaps at Ellie’s final sentence.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You gush all over the both of you, and white consumes your vision. You knew this is what euphoria was, nothing could feel better than floating in bliss. And once you came back, it was still like ecstasy as your girlfriend was holding you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Your wrists were now free of your restraints, and the both of you were now clean of your release.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You could finally make out some of the things Ellie was saying to you through your clouded brain. You wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her chest.

“M’ sorry Els,” you mumble out, suddenly feeling a weight of guilt crushing you.

If you figured out how that girl felt before, you wouldn’t have had that argument with your girlfriend in the first place.

“S’not your fault baby, you didn’t know.”

Cupping your face, she gently makes you face her.

“We’re okay, everything is okay.”

She uses her thumb to lovingly brush against your cheek.

“Promise?” you sounded uncertain.

At this, Ellie presses her lips to you in a much more affectionate and pure way.

“Promise.”

The next morning, while you and Ellie were walking hand in hand in Jackson, that girl crossed your path, not making eye contact with either you or your girlfriend. No, instead her gaze was directed towards your bare neck, covered in the reminder Ellie gave you, and the warning she gave to others.

If she can’t have you, no one else in this world can.

[kengan-daddies]

Which kengan characters do you think have a high or average or low libido? Anyone with a libido level thats unexpected for that character!?

Ooooh!! A libido question, these are always fun yet hard to answer, especially for Kengan characters seeing as how they all have pretty high testosterone levels, but there are a few that I can pick out pretty easily, so let's give it a whirl!!

His Libido Level Cosmo Imai Jun Sekibayashi Kaolan Wongsawat Konah Agito Kiryu Setsuna Ohma Tokita Raian Kure Rei Mikazuchi Saw Paing Yoroizuka Seishu Akoya Sen Hatsumi Wakatsuki Takeshi

Anime : Kengan Ashura

Characters : Cosmo ImaiJun Sekibayashi Kaolan Wongsawat Konah Agito Kiryu Setsuna Ohma Tokita Raian Kure Rei Mikazuchi Saw Paing Yoroizuka Seishu Akoya Sen Hatsumi Wakatsuki Takeshi

Warning : Mention of breeding kink, Periods, Dominance, older girlfriend

His Libido Cosmo ImaiJun Sekibayashi Kaolan Wongsawat Konah Agito Kiryu Setsuna Ohma Tokita Raian Kure Rei Mikazuchi Saw Paing Yoroizuka Seishu Akoya Sen Hatsumi Wakatsuki Takeshi

His Libido Cosmo ImaiJun Sekibayashi Kaolan Wongsawat Konah Agito Kiryu Setsuna Ohma Tokita Raian Kure Rei Mikazuchi Saw Paing Yoroizuka Seishu Akoya Sen Hatsumi Wakatsuki Takeshi

Cosmo Imai

Quite a bit actually, he's young so he's always pretty ready to have some good sex, and if you're older than him then he'll be even more excited. He's usually ready to try new things so the mention of a new position, toy, clothing, etc is enough to get him in the mood.

Jun Sekibayashi

He's got a normal amount, he's an older man so his libido is pretty slow and it's random when he can go three rounds. He'd either do one round or he'd do three.

Kaolan Wongsawat

He's got a reasonable amount, but he's so disciplined that it's almost like it's low but he can go a decent amount of rounds. He's usually busy with the prince so even if he wasn't disciplined it would still be almost non existent.

Konah Agito

His libido is practically non-existent, he knows what sex is, he knows the importance of it but he doesn't understand the concept of just having sex just to have it. He'll have sex when he deems it fit to do so. You're more angsty than usual, you're just about to either start or end your period, or he needs to express his dominance.

Kiryu Setsuna

It's extremely high, it's off the charts when Ohma is involved in some form of way. It doesn't take much for him to get a raging boner just from the thought of Ohma, so he'll keep you pretty busy.

Ohma Tokita

It's pretty low actually. He doesn't care to lay around and have sex, too busy trying to get stronger, better, and faster to lay around and have sex, but when he does he can go a round or two.

Raian Kure

It's off the chart, mainly when he's got no jobs, nothing to train for, and no Ohma to mess with, then he'll be constantly prodding you to have sex, and it can be anywhere. He's even worse if you've yet to get pregnant

Rei Mikazuchi

It's pretty high, he's a heartless romantic and he's always determined to express his love for you in any way possible, and if that means through constant sex because it speaks more than his mouth ever could then so be it.

Saw Paing Yoroizuka

It's surprisingly pretty tamed, it's not crazy high or low, he has sex with you when the moment is right, one of you is horny, or he's got an adrenaline rush, other than that he's too busy protecting the Village, bugging Kaolan for a match or he's training.

Seishu Akoya

His is strange, he either has a very high libido, or he just ain't got one. It depends on what's going on honestly. If he feels the need to express himself through sex then he will, if he's having an adrenaline rush then he will, if he's trying to distract himself from his killer impulse then he will. It's never constant though simply because he's always off fighting for 'Justice'.

Sen Hatsumi

It's pretty high, he loves sex since it speaks in so many different languages. It can be used to express anger, love, hate, frustration, comfort, it can be whatever you both want it just depends on the mood, and he's usually in a pretty laid-back mood, so his sex is always either lazy, comforting, or full of love.

Wakatsuki Takeshi

He barely even has one, his libido is so low, simply because he's mastered the art of ignoring his sexual urges. He's the master of meditation, he wants to always be in control of his strength, and having sex is the easiest way for him to lose that control so it's extremely rare when he can let loose and just have sex.

[aloonaram]

Here’s an edited wip of my Birdflash oneshot.

Fair warning, this will probably change in the final product as I try to figure out at what point in the timeline I want this fic to take place.

“You look like shit, Dickie.”

“Gee, thanks, Walls. You’re such a loving boyfriend,” Dick retorted. He tried for a smile, but Wally watched sadly as it twitched and fell before it could become what it once was–what Dick’s smile used to be.

Dick opened his door wider in invitation and Wally rushed in and examined the place. Gotham wasn’t ever known for its beauty, but even with that in mind, Dick’s apartment looked pretty rough. Empty containers of takeout and miscellaneous trash littered the floor and countertops. His couch was sprinkled with brown spots that he almost assumed were polka dots before he realized they were most definitely patches of dried blood. Clothes were strewn across every surface, their musk permeating his senses. Dick brushed past his side and made his way to the kitchen, opening his rickety fridge to expose the meager amount of food he had. Wally would bet his life savings that each of the five items had gone bad too, based on the state of the place.

Dick turned to toss Wally a water, “So…what, uh, brings you here?” Dick’s awkward tone hangs heavy between the two. Now that Wally could get a good look, his lover was in rough shape. Even worse than his apartment; which was a feat, his mind whispered. His hair laid limp and greasy along his neck and his bags seemed to have bags of their own. A couple of dark bruises peeked through the collar of his shirt, some leading down to his left arm if the strange way he seemed to carry it was anything to go by. Dick clutched his own water bottle, doing his best to look anywhere but at him.

“You haven’t been responding to my messages,” Wally started, “I texted the other Robin, uh Tim, I think? But he never got back to me either, so I got worried, you know? Figured I’d take matters into my own hands. I don’t have super speed for nothing.” He waved his hands around, doing his best to lighten the mood. “It’s been a long time since we’ve gotten to talk, let alone seen each other in person, but, you know, if this isn’t the best time, I can totally leave. I know this is kinda spur of the moment.” Wally wished he could slap himself the moment his lips stopped moving. Some of the younger heroes had started calling him a professional yapper and he wished it didn’t fit so damn well.

Wally watched as Dick took a breath and rubbed his temple as if he had a headache. He winced. Yeah, this probably wasn’t the best time to show up out of the blue.

“No, I…You don’t need to leave, “ Dick sighed. “I’m sorry I haven’t been responding, Walls. Everything’s just been… a lot, to put it simply. I’ve been so busy trying to balance my day job, Bludhaven, and…and being Batman. I just haven’t had much time to myself lately, if you can’t tell by the state of my apartment.” Dick laughed pitifully and winced when it shook his aching arm.

He couldn’t help moving forward into the kitchen and enveloping Dick in a hug, something he definitely should’ve done the moment he’d arrived. His partner sighed shakily and moved to wrap his arms around Wally’s middle. He felt Dick’s face pressed against his chest and hooked his chin to the top of his greasy head. Dick had always been one for physical comfort, a miracle considering who he’d grown up with and the environment he’d been forced into at the ripe age of nine. Wally would be lying if he didn’t say Dick’s need for physical affection didn’t bring him relief and make him feel needed. Sometimes, he felt powerless amidst his lover's strife–Batman’s rule against metas in Gotham limiting his ability to help. Providing Dick a simple hug; feeling the tense muscles in his shoulders loosen and his breath hit Wally’s neck as he sighed in relief, was Wally’s respite from his perpetual guilt.

Wally knew about Batman’s…death. He’d been there when Dick hosted Bruce’s funeral, letting Dick squeeze the life from his hand as he listened to the speech from Alfred. With Bruce gone, the natural order of Dick’s family had seemed to fall apart. Dick had taken the mantle of Batman, a title Wally knew he had never wanted–never felt right for him. He’d be lying if he said he fully understood the magnitude of such a change–that he knew how large the chasms carved by trauma had grown to separate Dick and his siblings. And yet despite that, he knew one thing for a fact. Dick, his lover and the man he’s known for well over a decade now was not the type of person to let others shoulder pain on their own. He took and took and took until he knew only he carried the weight of the sky on his shoulders, letting his muscles feel relief only when his family no longer felt pain. And he’d continue to carry that weight with a smile as long as he knew his family would smile back, unaware of the sky creeping in on Dick’s tense shoulders.

Wally squeezed his arms tighter around Dick’s back, supporting him as his breaths became ragged in their silent embrace. As Wally did so, a sick thought entered his mind, fueled by the anger and pain he felt for his partner; a small part of him–microscopic even–was glad Bruce wasn’t here. Not because he reveled in the effects his passing had on Dick, nor because he wanted Dick to be forced into the role of Batman, but because despite his struggles, Bruce had never been good for Dick. Yes, he played the parental figure Dick needed when he was younger and yes, he provided the necessities for Dick to survive, but he never provided what Wally knew Dick needed most.

“Do you wanna move to the couch, babe?” Wally whispered, cheek pressed against Dick’s head. He feels Dick nod silently and Wally zipped them to the couch in less than half a second. Wally sat and patted the spot next to him, watching as Dick laid his head on his lap, pressing his cheek to Wally’s stomach while letting his legs hang off the side of the couch.

Never one comfortable with silence, Wally broke it first. “If you don’t wanna talk, I won’t push. We can chill, watch the Office, eat popcorn–whatever you want. I just worry…you know? Not being able to be here to help and hearing on the news, Batman and Robin this and Joker and Two-Face that…I just wish I could do more for you.”

Wally looks down to meet Dick’s pained stare and internally winces as Dick opens and closes his mouth, struggling to respond.

“Me and the bats have it handled over here, okay?” Dick starts quietly, aimlessly running his hand over Wally’s knuckles. “You don’t need to worry about me, honey. I know you have more than enough to deal with back at Central and I don’t want to stress you out with problems I have handled.”

Wally lets his free hand run through Dick’s hair, quickly relishing in the way Dick warms to his touch. “I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t be stressed, you know me too well for that, but I’m here to support you, Dick. To be your listener when you’re stressed.” He paused for only a moment before speaking again, “I know you, Dick. I’ve known you for almost every era of your life as you have, mine. I knew you when you were my scrawny, baby leader-”

“Hey-” Dick tried to interject, but Wally kept going.

“I knew you when you wore that god awful blue and yellow disco Nightwing suit-”

“It really wasn’t that bad-”

“And I know what it looks like when you don’t have things handled. You don’t need to soften the blow for me Dickie and you don’t need to play the perfect soldier.” Wally paused. Let it be known even the Flash is out of breath from time to time. “You were always there for me during rough times, so please let me be there for you.”

[sageryuri]

CARNELIAN, PARK SUNGHOON.

pairing park sunghoon + fem!reader.

genre frenemies, tension, suggestive.

summary working undercover at the same event as park sunghoon gets you riled up enough, but it makes it even worse when he tries to sabotage you in the worse way possible.

word count 1.1k

warnings sunghoon is an ass and is really touchy, drug mentions.

an the new you love is still shocking to me

"Your target is Oh Seolhyun, CEO of Dawn Corporations. She's been up to some pretty shady shit, using her company building as some drug cartel. Heaps of cocaine, marijuana, heroine- you name it, she's probably selling it." Your assistant's voice buzzes through your ear piece, reminding you of the main aim of your mission.

You make your way into the event's primary room, filled with hundreds of people wearing expensive jewellery and appropriate attire that you would likely be unable to fathom the price of.

"You know, you don't speak very professionally when you're explaining these things to me." You whisper under your breath, eyeing around to make sure no one had been watching you.

Unhappily, you pull at the edge of your tight red dress as it begins to bunch up, trying your best not to itch at your neck as the carnelian necklace lays heavy. You roll your eyes when an older man looks you up and down as you walk the corridor.

"I don't see the need to, would you rather I acted like we weren't friends? I feel like you need a sweet, familiar voice considering Park will be prowling around looking for his next meal- which will be you." Minho replies and you can see his stupid smirk in your head.

To say you and Park Sunghoon had a strange past would be a severe understatement. After an horrific first (and last) date, the two of you decided you could never like each other even as friends and parted ways.

However, as the universe has to ruin your life you a slight bit every couple of months, Sunghoon ended up being part of another company similar to yours, where you weren't exactly enemies but weren't friends either — having the same objectives, but wanting your own recognition without the other.

They loved to put you in the same room as him and you're sure Minho had some input.

"That freak of a man won't be putting his hands anywhere near me, I've got better things to focus on. Can you stop distracting me now?" You growl, then reaching the archway that leads to the main hall.

"Getting all hot and bothered thinking about him?" You decide to ignore him, walking out into the crowd without a reply. He chuckles, moving on from bothering you, "Oh Seolhyun should be wandering around, talking with clients. All you need to do is get on her good side so we can eventually get some solid proof and get Dawn shut down."

You nod to yourself, keeping a keen eye on everyone in the room. Most appear just as cautious as you, eyes moving between people everywhere. If this wasn't suspicious, you aren't sure what else would be.

Just to make matters worse, Sunghoon is scouting around in a well fit tuxedo with a dark red tie and a carnelian bracelet; exactly the same colour as your dress and necklace.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You groan, hands flying to your face in distress at this new information. Angrily, you hang onto the bridge of your nose before moving on around the room to try and avoid the gaze of Sunghoon, you wanted to pass this day without having to talk to him.

Eventually, your eyes land on your target. She stands with a flowing dark blue dress, dyed blonde hair falling curled over her shoulders. Her eyes stay sultry as she talks with an older man, hand coming up her body to play with the ends of her hair.

"God, no wonder her company is so successful. Pervs everywhere, should have worn a longer dress." Your words are directed at yourself after developing a habit of forgetting Minho is right in your earhole and is listening to every word you're saying.

"Yeah, sorry about the dress. I tried to get a longer one." Minho speaks, making you jump slightly at the sound of his voice, "The Sunghoon match was not intentional."

Choosing to ignore him (because you don't believe it wasn't intentional for a second), you come to the conclusion you have to start getting closer to Seolhyun soon; but nothing can ever be easy.

"Well, don't you look ravishing." Sunghoon's smooth, but irritating, voice speaks in a hush tone next to your ear as he stands behind you, one hand resting softly on your waist, "I might just forget about the mission all together with you around, all matchy matchy with me."

"Hands off, Park. You should keep your eyes on her, not me." You nod your head towards your common target, trying your hardest to pretend there is a lack of tingling and heat where Sunghoon's hand pressed on you.

You allow yourself to let out a deep yet timid breath when he finally pulls himself away from your body. Angrily, you turn around and come face to face with his annoyingly gorgeous face. He smirks, eyes trailing up your body, stopping at your neck for a second before landing on your face.

In embarrassment, you turn off your ear piece so Minho can't tease you later.

"We could just forget about the whole mission for a few minutes, you're looking too pretty to let go." He states, his eyes filled with only lust, you push him back with your hands on his chest to prevent him from getting closer to you, as if he could.

"You have no decency do you? You'd kill to get your hands on me, and I still wouldn't let you." You snap, eyes glaring right through him, but he only laughs at your strong attempt of intimidation and murmurs 'cute' under his breath.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, sweetheart." He's leaning into you again, a hand on your back, and you dislike how you don't feel urge to push him away, wanting to relish in the moment instead, "You're letting me do it right now, aren't you? If I wanted, I could pull you out of here, take you on a nice date then fuck you like I should have all that time ago."

"Don't you think your time has passed? Bet you could barely get me to cum." You surprise yourself with your response, becoming increasingly glad you had disconnected your earpiece. Sunghoon seemed to have this effect on you.

"If you give me the chance, I'll have your eyes rolling back and your legs shaking, won't even want to leave because I'd treat you so, so well." He emphasises, eyes darkening. When his hand drops lower to grope you, it's where you come to your senses and remember where you are and what you were doing.

“You’ll have to try a lot harder than that.” You respond, dragging yourself away from him and going ahead with your mission, wanting to ignore the want in your body.

[kiraman]

Heartthrob Caitlyn & Heartache Vi

inspired by their letters

"You’re entirely too short to be stacking shelves, did you have to bribe someone to get this job?" The slow, polished, smooth drawl comes directly from behind her, and Vi stiffens for a moment, her jaw locked and clenching, suddenly annoyed by her posh accent, the way her nerves set alight, how one word from her has got her fucking losing touch with the world around her. She presses her free hand to her jaw and breathes in dust, breathes out nerves, chuckles somewhere in the back of her throat, and it's cool and unbothered, too aloof: she won't get stuck, candycoated in the sound of her voice, the shape of her mouth around her name, won't budge, not this time. She's left Caitlyn on read for four days, hasn't returned her calls because she's still not done giving her attitude over how she had pulled away from her like she had been struck by fucking lightning, had forcefully pried her hand out of hers when they had suddenly ran into her college friends while walking her back home from that party Vi had taken her somewhere in Zaun a little over a week ago.

"yeah, well. someone's gotta do it, princess. We don't all live in palaces." She doesn’t turn to look back at Caitlyn, only gives her a fleeting glance over her shoulder, the little spray of freckles over her cheeks smooth and warmed by the heat of the day, and then her eyes are back on the shelf, the cans in the box at her feet. Instead, she presses the heel of her palm to her temple and sighs, rolls her shoulder into a stiff shrug (it's still killing her from when she fucked it up during boxing training and Vi does not notice, but Caitlyn frowns at her back when she does that, concerned) continues to stack cans, standing precariously on tip toes. She can hear Caitlyn fidgeting, shifting, her heels clicking on the parquet floor, her breath becoming shallow, sharp. She doesn't care, won't cave in. Her jaw is set, aching under the strain of the pressure she's imposing on it.

"Vi... I..." Caitlyn suddenly sounds strange, her voice soft, like a kiss, like an apology, and Vi's hand jerks at the sound, the can she's holding wobbles and the entire row begins to shift gently.

"Oh- careful-" and then she’s there, pressed against Vi's back, and Vi can feel her exhaling around her, the faint aroma of her perfume, warmed by her blood. The air is warm and filled with so much something that for a blinking second she forgets her anger. Caitlyn's hands are gentle on the back of hers, pressing the stock back into place. Her palm is smooth, narrow. It could fit right into hers. Cait tightens her fingers around her hand and squeezes, and Vi squeezes her eyes shut. "See," Cait teases, and it's for her ears only, her voice pitched low and breathless, a smooth, awkward drawl, the apology leaking through the words. "you’re a danger to us all." 

Vi snorts, but it's more air than sound, choking in the back of her throat, and the charge of her electricity is skittering up her arms, and it's stupid, it's stupid how badly she wants her, what it does to her, touching her, kissing her, being anywhere near her; how she unravels, like a torn thread, loses her head; she looks at her and the air sucks out of the room, the world narrows down to her hands in hers, her eyes, her mouth, how she reaches for her, pulls her back in; she's been up and down and out of her mind for years, but ever since she's met Cait, every place she runs to is a place she knows how to find and Vi does not know what to do with it.

She feels Caitlyn's breath on her neck now, and something inside her snaps- she doesn't wanna hold onto her anger, her heart already, forgetting to hold its place, frantically trying to drag itself out of her body and onto the floor to crawl into her arms, starved for scraps of her warmth, her attention.

Her fingers curl into a fist and she feels the muscles in her left shoulder spasm, rolls it sharply into a shrug. Caitlyn gasps, surprised, her hand slipping off of hers. "you gonna move, cupcake?" she demands, finally turning around.

Caitlyn's just standing there, fidgeting, her hands smoothing her skirt, brushing a nonexistent speck from her sleeve, and it's almost funny, how Vi's immediately folding, how their eyes meet and with her, so close, the world feels alive; less dull.

"I don't want to." Cait whispers, with her red lips tight, and her hands now clasped tightly together, toying with her fingers. The little silver ring on her index finger's glinting under the lights.

"what am I supposed to say to that?"

"Something... Anything!"

Vi sighs, feeling her shoulders slump. They are all alone, it's 7:24 in the evening, and the cafe is empty. She stares at her, and feels the sting of her nails biting into her palm, suddenly aware of how hard she's been squeezing her hand into a fist. Last night, she had lain awake in her bed, staring at her picture until her eyes had glazed (Caitlyn looked happy in it, carefree with the sun behind her. Vi had scrolled past the one where her hair was spread out behind her like a fan. She had thought about how it had looked over her pillow, how waking up to her in a too-small bed in her too small room had felt, how warm she had been...) It had been three in the morning when her phone had died. Afterwards, she had dreamed of the two of them sleeping next to each other, but not touching; had dreamed of that night the two of them had laid under the stars together, how Caitlyn had taken her hand in hers and traced constellations across the sky, told her their names. Caitlyn's hair spread open like wildflowers and her laugh still hanging in the air; she had gotten mud on her shorts and squealed a lot about it, and Vi had snorted, called her a princess, and that had earned her a prim scowl, a slap on her bicep. And laughter. Caitlyn had straddled her waist and pinned her down, breathless. She had dreamed about that, too. How her mouth had tasted like flames on her tongue, her hands searching wild under her shirt, whispering "I want you, I want you, I need you".

"Okay... Something." Vi says, and it's petty. She pushes past her, and Caitlyn sighs, rolls her eyes, exasperated. She grabs onto her wrist and pulls her back, and Vi goes with it, doesn't pull away, but her jaw is set, and her eyes are hard, flaming, lit with the sun.

"Stop it!" Cait pleads, and Vi shrugs, doesn't back off when Caitlyn steps closer, her hand on her wrist.

"you stop it. I am working."

A huff, and there it is, that obnoxiously posh, perfect drawl filling her ears.

"oh, please! you've been avoiding me for days!"

"wow. your perceptive powers know no bounds."

"stop! Vi—" Caitlyn hisses, furiously grabbing onto her wrist when Vi tries to walk off and back to her work.

Bursts of sudden, blood-red anger pound like a fire alarm through her chest, and she is turning around again, her cheeks red, hot to the touch, and, "what do you want from me?" Vi shoots back, suddenly crowding her against the shelf. The cans and plastic cups on it rattle violently. One of them crashes onto the floor.

Caitlyn doesn't say anything, but lifts her chin and her lips part in a breathy gasp. Vi's eyes drop to her mouth, watching her lips when she licks them, says her name, or thinks she says her name, she's so breathless, blind with anger, the world has been narrowed down to the space between the two of them, the way it's pulsing as though it's alive, begging to be filled; Cait's mouth opens then closes. She shifts and the shelf rattles again. Vi feels her fingers suddenly on her, poised at her hips, and her eyes slip off her mouth to her hand on her hip; Caitlyn immediately pulls it away, her hands listless, falling onto her sides; her mouth is slack. She feels her breath everywhere at once like a hundred sighs. Her eyes trace the shape of Cait's mouth, and she can feel that muscle that's aching in her shoulder spasm again; feels her jaw work, stiff and hard, like she's been punched. Her watch starts beeping loudly and they both look down at its warning, it saying abnormal heart rate detected.

When she looks up, Caitlyn's eyes are already on her, fire-bright and drowning. She's got a strange smile on her mouth, like she's won something. She surges forward and crashes her lips to hers.

Caitlyn's fingers find the side of her face, the smooth moon of her sharp jaw, squeezing hard. Vi's fingers are in her hair, pulling, and she is gasping, harder than Caitlyn now, she wants the heat of her with sharp teeth and wild desire, licking it off the roof of her mouth, sucking on her tongue, putting her mouth everywhere she lets her, on her neck, beneath her jawbone, licking frantically, kissing her cheek, her ear. She feels Cait's hands on her ass, her teeth sinking into her shoulder, and she loses her mind, melting under her mouth when Cait draws her back in, her lips finding the crook of her neck to drag across her throat, to her jaw, to her mouth, kissing her harder. She tastes sweet, and her heart hammers against her ribs. She cannot breathe and her cheeks are bright pink and that moment stretches out like a flood, drowning them both in its furious depth, they are both wild and all heat and quick bloodstreams and passion like exposed wires. With a hiss, she breaks apart from Cait, breathing hard.

When they break apart, her head's spinning round and round, but Caitlyn's there, already cupping her face, her thumbs splaying out over the swell of her cheeks, drawing her back in to the world around them. "I am sorry" she is saying, all blue wide eyes, mouth still redpink (Vi's is on fire and probably, she thinks suddenly, covered in the sheen of Cait's slightly glittery lipgloss). For a long time, Vi doesn't say anything.

Her lips are on her forehead and her jeans are ruining the lace of her skirt with their coarseness. She presses her nose to hers, breathing in hard. Caitlyn's rubbing her thumb across the arch of her cheekbone softly, and she can feel her shaking against her, a slight, soft tremor.

"your lipgloss tastes strange." she whispers, finally, and surprise explodes across Cait's face like a firework, her lips parting again, but then, she's smiling, and Vi's smiling too, or as good as, her eyes are glazed over and she's still reeling from her, her lungs burning.

"shut up..." Cait says primly.

She’s done for. A flush returns to her body, and her skin ignites with goosebumps.

"okay."

When she kisses her, the world stops spinning, it's just she and her, and her mouth on hers, and Caitlyn's thighs, and her hand between them, her nails on her back, how she says meet me tonight? and she doesn't even think about it, she's already saying yes, yes, it's agony, it's starvation, she wants her; she's missed her; afterwards, she feels that kiss on her mouth everywhere she goes, like a secret, like a warning, but she holds onto it like it's everything she's got that is hers only, and doesn't say anything when Jinx asks her why she's smiling at the walls. She shrugs, says, I'm going out tonight. Tell Ekko, I'm sorry. Next time I'll join. Jinx gives her weird looks, and she chugs her energy drink in one go.

When Caitlyn shows up, with her sharp, perfect smile and eyes that scream their hunger everywhere they touch her, it feels like she loves her and there aren’t words enough and there never will be. She's tall and beautiful, and when she slips on a rock, her thigh high boots too high heeled, Vi catches her and they're laughing when she calls he klutz and Caitlyn punches her in the shoulder, and for now, that's enough. The two of them, in the shadows; the two of them alone, under the sky; them and the stars and Caitlyn's hand in hers, tracing their shape.

Her and the stars, and Vi watching her mouth when she tells her their names.

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