#he would also like to apologize for stepping on her dress; now that they're not so close in vicinity. He likes his bodyparts intact

[inafieldofdaisies]

LMAOOOOO 🍸 if you’d like, dealer’s choice xx

Calahan headed to the bar, looking back as Leslie shouted out his drink order and in his intoxicated state his legs tangled in something, almost making him fall over and straight into the woman in front of him.

Always quick on his feet, despite the alcohol swimming in his system he gracefully recovered and masked the trip as intentional bow.

"Evening, my lady.", he greeted, eyes running over the long white dress she wore and the moment they reached her face, he froze in horror, almost sobering up, "Shit. You again."

Lyra eyed him with a look that promised danger, "So, uh, how about we do a raincheck on the whole "you chase me around with a sickle as some sort of alternative way of flirting while hiding behind it as being a mission from old Joseph or some shit, until I eventually manage to slip away from you" and instead we call a truce so I can buy you a drink and well, don't ruin all these lovely people's Friday night with a fight?"

Prompt: Send 🍸 for my muse to try to drunkenly seduce yours

[vxnuslogy]

— retail therapy. ft sunday

— warnings: slight angst if you squint hard enough

— author's note: self-indulgent stellaron hunter sunday after playing the new tb quest. ~2.4k words.

“is this…” sunday gestures with his hands, “also part of our script?”

you let out a laugh. balancing firefly and kafka’s shopping bags in your hands, you only shook your head at the angel-like man with an amused smile on your lips. 

“no, it is not.” kafka was browsing the dress sections with keen interest, blade was peering over silver wolf’s shoulder watching her as she played yet another video game, and firefly was looking over the rack of new hats. “but it’s a good change of pace. you all deserve to relax after such a hard mission.”

“i don’t think this really fits my criteria of relaxation, [name].” you only laugh at sunday’s sigh. offering him a small pat on the back and dragging him by his sleeve to where kafka was beckoning you over. “you’ll get used to it eventually. next time, we’ll do something that fits your criteria of relaxation.”

the silver haired man only shook his head. but deep down you knew he was enjoying himself – the wings behind his ears often betrayed him by openly showing what he actually felt. every now and then, they would flutter and puff up whenever silver wolf drags him to another section with new games or when he tries to deny kafka’s attempt at getting him a new shirt or coat (after his wings fluttered a bit too hard at this one coat kafka bought it immediately).

“what do you think?” you ask as you put down the bags that've been weighing down on your arms. “about us, i mean, are you adjusting well?”

you notice sunday’s hesitation, you always have when it comes to him – he often wonders how wise and knowledgeable you are to know how he felt. a hum left your lips as you sat down on one of the offered chairs at the shoe section while blade reached to the top shelf to get what firefly was pointing at. 

“i…” he starts, voice just above whisper. “don’t know.”

another hum escapes your lips. scooting over to make space for him and patting the space, urging him to sit besides you. sunday does, though reluctantly, sit beside you as you watch silver wolf giggle at firefly’s struggle to walk in heels. blade’s hands hover over her figure as she stomps her way over to the shorter girl to pinch her cheeks to which she protested.

“they’re nice people.” you say, gaze never leaving them. “the galaxies may say otherwise, but they're truly the kindest people i have ever met.”

“i… apologize.”

you raise a brow at him. “what’s with the apology?” 

“i have only ever thought of the five of you as bad people.” sunday admits with a heavy heart. eyes finding much entertainment on his gloves that you had gifted. “i… do not know how to act around you all, when i’ve only ever heard bad things about you. it feels wrong to suddenly be thrusted into your already tight knit group.”

you only hum in understanding. hand coming to caress the top of his head when you stood up when blade called you over.

“we understand, mr. sunday.” you gave him a small smile as you picked up the many shopping bags you had. “these sorts of things take time, just take it one step at a time.”

he only nods. and like the gentleman that he is, steals away the heavier bags in your hands with an awkward smile.

—

“do you miss the person you were before you joined?”

you wonder if blade has ever mentioned to sunday how you loved thought evoking questions like the one he had just asked. recently, the two have been paired up a lot for missions - you’re still on the fence on whether it's a good or bad thing, but you’re leaning more towards the former. you only gave a thoughtful hum as you spooned another scoop of ice cream into your mouth.

kafka had grown bored of the dresses and shoes and wanted to get something to eat. now here you were, outside a quaint little ice cream shop as blade orders for everyone - silver wolf and firefly hiding behind the man like two kids. 

sunday was sitting in front of you, laughing silently after catching a glimpse of the two tables across from you being filled with your shopping bags. you laughed as well and when your eyes met his, sunday quickly averted his gaze towards his own cold treat.

“do i ever miss the person i was before i joined…” you echo his question. “sometimes, in the middle of the night whenever i’m feeling a bit too sentimental, i do.” a fond expression was probably present on your face as sunday hummed in acknowledgement. “i miss the comfort of my bed as i scrolled endlessly on my phone. or how a certain little creature in red would bring me tea and biscuits when i let time pass in my little workshop. i miss them every chance i get.”

yes, every chance you get, you reminisce over your past life. missing your father’s quick temper, your brother’s indifference, your mother’s absence; you missed them all, despite all their flaws and the bitterness that swam in your heart. and of course, how could you ever forget your little escapades in different planets with a seasoned adventurer and his vast knowledge of animation and travel or the little waddling of a conductor as they scold you nearly not making it back. you missed them all very dearly.

“what about you, mr. sunday? do you miss penacony?”

“would it be wrong of me… if i said no…?”

admittedly, that was the exact opposite of what you thought his answer would be.

the six of you were now in the car with you and blade driving (firefly suggested you all take two cars so you won’t have to be squeezed together in one). silver wolf was fast asleep at the back seat, using the many shopping bags as her makeshift pillows. you and sunday sat at the front, keeping a close eye on blade’s red car in front of you as you pondered what you would say next.

“i don’t think that’s the whole truth, but it’s not an entire lie either.” was your only response. from the corner of your eye, you see sunday take off his gloves and lay them on his lap. “would you like to talk about it, mr. sunday? i’m quite the exceptional listener you know.”

sunday laughed at your jesting and that made the breath you were unconsciously holding escape you. 

“penacony, as beautiful as it was,” he fiddles with his fingers as his wings came to cover half his face - a habit you picked up on whenever he started to open up. “it was simply too much for me.”

staying silent and when sunday looked at you, you simply nod. urging him to continue.

“the flashy city lights, the ever echoing of upbeat music, to many, penacony is a paradise where nothing could go wrong,” sunday sags in his seat, “but i often wonder if it ever gets too much for them. even though i have lived my entire life in the land of festivities, i could not bring myself to enjoy the thrill and joy it offered.”

“no matter how many times i bury these feelings of guilt, they always resurface whenever…”

“whenever?” you slowly try to coax it out of him. like how a parent would to their child.

“they always resurface whenever… i find myself enjoying your company too much.” you try to hide your shock when you take a right turn. “is it truly alright for me to just leave all of penacony behind? as overwhelming it was, it offered a roof over my head. food on my table. a family.”

soft patters of rain as small droplets of water cascaded down the now slightly fogged up windows of your car. “would you like my personal opinion on this matter, mr. sunday?” the car skids to a stop as the traffic light glows red. sunday only nodded solemnly. “you have every right to not miss penacony.”

his gold eyes were furrowed in distraught. gaze boring into the side of your head as the car started moving again. “yes, penacony offered a roof over your head and food on your table, but everyone has that right. even us, stellaron hunters, the most wanted criminals across star systems, have the right to have a home. did penacony ever feel like home to you, mr. sunday?”

“no. not it has not.” sunday replies after a few moments of silence.

“just because a roof is over your head and food is served on your table doesn’t automatically make it a home.” your eyes hardened, grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly. “a home is supposed to make you feel safe, not obligated to repay their so-called “kindness”. you don’t have to feel guilty for not wanting to come back to the place that had caused you pain.”

“and what of my sister, robin?” he suddenly counters. you knew from little snippets from kafka that robin was a bit of a sensitive topic with him. “am i really allowed to enjoy this new life of mine knowing that she’s still in the family’s clutches?” his voice hardened, but at the same time it quivered and broke. “what right do i have to this newfound happiness when she could be struggling? for aeon’s sake,” he messily pushes his hair away from his face. you try not to focus on the stray tears that fell from his eyes, “i’m her older brother, her protector. she should be the one here, spending time with you and enjoying the life she’s always wanted.”

“miss robin is destined for greatness and a happy life,” stopping at another traffic light, you look over to sunday, “but so are you. i do not know the pain and turmoil your adoptive father has made you go through, but you will never be free if you keep holding on to the past.”

“i don’t think being a stellaron hunter and a wanted criminal is what you call greatness.” sunday jokes with a low chuckle making you roll your eyes.

you trained your sight on the road again. “it’s not easy to break out of whatever gopher wood has taught you,” the way you spat his adoptive father’s name with such venom made sunday wonder if you had personally met him. “but if, theoretically, we had offered you to join us earlier and to sneak you out of penacony, miss robin would be the first person to urge you to take that chance. you are her older brother yes, and it's often the oldest’s job to protect the younger,” you pull up your car in the parking lot as blade, kafka, and firefly started taking the shopping bags out of the car. “but she is still your sister that wants what’s best for you, even if it means leaving penacony behind.”

the sight of blade, a man with a harsh exterior and few words, silently carry silver wolf with such care will always stir something inside of sunday. or how kafka would happily chat with firefly over the new clothes they got on today’s shopping list, promising to do a haul tomorrow morning after the older woman cooks everyone breakfast. but if there was something that pulled at his heart the most, it would be you. 

you who kindly respected his space and unwillingness to talk or socialize with the other hunters when he had been first recruited. the same you who had made him the metal wings that was now attached to his lower back - created with so much care and attentiveness sunday felt unworthy of it. you who would always be the first one to look for him whenever you were going out and extending a hand for him to take.

“everyone deserves to be happy,” you say beside him as you drop him off at the door to his room. “and that includes you, mr. sunday.”

sunday had always been treated as someone who was above everything else, that was the first thing he was taught after all. he was destined for greatness, the key to the revival of his dead aeon. so he never truly knew how to act when someone treated him as an equal. someone neither above or below anyone.

“i’m not very good with words,” sunday scoffs, thinking otherwise. “so i often convey my sincerity and comfort through actions.”

sunday feels your hand slither to the back of his neck as you slowly pull him down to your height. forcing his beating heart to still when he looks into your eyes that swam with understanding and fondness when you press both of your foreheads together.

“you can enjoy your time here, with us. you’re allowed to let go of the past and miss your sister.” your thumb rubs soothing circles on his nape, sunday feels the hairs on his arms rise. “and if you still think otherwise, then that’s also fine. breaking free from the shackles of your past isn’t easy, but you shouldn’t give up.” sunday feels the way your words leave a warm ticklish feeling on his lips, he had to fight the urge to lean into your space even more. “we want you to be happy, we want you to be here with us. so we’ll teach you how to let go. until you can do it yourself.”

sunday has seen you do this to others; after you patch up blade after a nasty fight, when you welcome kafka home, when silver wolf comes to you after a nightmare and when firefly bares her heart out to you. he finally understands why the others stuck to you closely, they showed their appreciation for you in forms of physical affections. 

involuntarily, his arms snakes around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer he feels you may decipher the way his heart beats your name. “may we stay like this for a while?” you only hum slowly when he lays his head on your shoulder. letting your comfort wash away all the guilt and frustration, even if it was just for a moment.

you catch a glimpse of kafka leaning at one of the dark walls with a knowing smile on her lips. rolling your eyes at the older woman, you bid sunday a good night with a small smile. knuckles brushing right under his eyes where phantom tears had fallen. in your mind, you can’t help but feel that your little idea of taking him shopping to brighten up his mood was a success.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 97)

A plan was formulated, perhaps it was risky-but when a horde of infected wandered within visual range of the workshop before being burned to crisp by N and V. Some risks needed to be taken.

V would lead a group to pick up one pod and Khan would lead another, Thankfully two more seemed to be the last they need for parts. All that would be left would be wiring the guts and... taking off.

Of course taking off implied that there was somewhere to go, and so Uzi and N went on their own mission, a mission deep within territory already claimed by the eldritch growth consuming the planet. Into a satellite hub that tracked the coordinates of human colonies likely once used to send a receive transmissions between them, though at this point had fallen silent for over a decade.

So while the last of the materials were being salvaged from the pods, N carried Uzi on his back, flying high and fast through the soured air, the atmosphere of Copper-9 itself becoming stained with the scent of rotten flesh, following his navigation system almost mindlessly. Tera was being babysat by none other then Delilah, who had offered as an apology for their last playdate going so wrong.

The wind bit at his visor and through his wings as he pierced through it, Uzi shuffling slightly in her sleep- she'd begun to get far more sluggish as of late, sleeping the moment it was quiet enough and calm enough for her to relax. He was expecting her to go into labor any day now; part of what made this mission so risky.

But waiting any longer would make it more and more dangerous.

Uzi made a noise in her sleep. Something between a whimper and a sigh, her visor glitching from purple to yellow and back to purple again.

Uzi was... somewhere familiar, but not.

The walls were ancient, well kept hardwood, the windows so clean you could convince yourself there was simply no glass; and silhouetted by velvet curtains the spilled lusciously onto red, satin carpet. She felt taller then usual, every step making a light click on the floor as her hair bounced off her shoulders and back. It was a different color too- black, long.

She was wearing a dress that felt a little too tight on her skin- and her wrists were raw and sore.

She was also looking for something; though quietly as if she was scared about what would happen if she was heard. In a voice that wasn't hers, but achingly familiar, she called out a name. "J! J!... Where are you? Where did everybody go?"

The only response was the pitter-patter of rain falling outside.

"Master... [Error- Not Found]"

She whipped around, coming face to face with a much shorter, much kinder looking J. Though whatever the worker had called her had merely sounded like static to her ears.

"J!" Joy instead of rage filled her, and she wrapped the worker into a tight embrace. "Oh thank god. I couldn't find anyone! Whats going on?"

The worker blushed briefly, it was yellow; it had always been yellow.

Then why did she think it should be white?

"You shouldn't be awake, Master will be... displeased" J replied, ignoring the question, this was weird, everything felt... off.

"I can't even find them! it's like everyone's dissapeared!"

J's visor remained exactly the same, cold, though Uzi could have sworn she saw her mouth twitch as if she was trying to say something other then what came out of her mouth.

"I can take you to them, they're waiting for you downstairs."

Uzi blinked in confusion. "This is the ground floor... you mean the basement?"

J nodded, it was stiff, robotic, not like her at all.

"What are they doing in the basement?"

J didn't respond, just took her hand and lead her away.

The next moment there was darkness, she couldn't see herself, feel herself, like her consciousness and her body had disconnected...

And then;

Pain.

It was searing, all consuming, paired with an intense bright yellow light that seemed to bind with her very being, she screamed louder and harder then she ever had in her life. It was unrelenting, coming from inside as it felt like she was being ripped apart piece by piece.

And there was laughing- disjointed, glitchy, monotone.

"Laughter. Don't Worry. I will help you."

She snapped awake with a yelp, nearly letting go of N's back and plummeting to the ground, but he gripped her tighter, flipping his flying position so that she laid on his chest instead. His tail resting on her back. "Everything okay?"

It took her a moment to resettle into her conscious, robotic body, the pain slowly ebbing away into a dull ache in the back of her head. She sighed.

"Weird Dream" was the only explanation given as she nuzzled into N's coat, content to try and sleep again as her processors demanded she conserve as much energy as possible. She heard N sigh and move some hair out of her face. "Were here, can't go back to sleep honey, sorry." He hummed, and that's when she realized he had begun just hovering. She grumbled, everything telling her to stay snuggled up on his chest until... something.

She looked up, eyes focusing on the huge satellite dishes below them... though in worse shape then what she would have liked. One dish had crumbled to nothing, only jagged pieces being visible poking out from the infestation of gently pulsating ground, another was tangled in vine after vine of organic black, pulling the dish inside of a sinkhole that had opened up, in a few days- it would likely be gone.

The third and final dish was mostly untouched, baring some growths at it's base. Thankfully, the building that housed the control panel was mostly fine as well, a hole was torn in the side, and tendrils were making their way inside, but the roof and most of the walls were flesh free.

N landed on the flat, concrete roof as softly as possible, taking care to not disturb the still inert- sentient flesh.

"Right... Lets do this."

Next ->

[trippingontheescalator]

Snape Headcanons

He's bad at geography. Sure, he knows this super rare, obscure potion ingredient can only be found in this one area in Laos, but ask him to find Laos on a map he won't have a clue. There was a time he dreamed about seeing world, but he quickly realized he would never get the opportunity and so doesn't see any purpose in learning geography.

A lot of the Marauders' claims about him, like knowing curses as a first year, are exaggerated, but the one thing they're right about is Snape was very nosy. Part of it was because it was useful; knowledge is power, after all. He could trade gossip with his fellow Slytherins, or use it to keep one step ahead of the Marauders (or taunt them with it). But most of it is just his natural curiosity. He's a people watcher. He doesn't often understand people, is bad at human interaction, so he watches from a distance.

Severus knows half the first years think he's some sort of vampire and he revels in it. He knows exactly the kind of image he creates, dressing up in those long black, swishing robes, the spooky dungeons with the jars full of animal body parts. His taste is 33% Mad-Scientist-Run-Amuck, 33% Sad-Victorian-Boy-Dying-of-Tuberculosis, 33% Tacky-Post-Halloween-Discounted-Decor, and 1% Lucius's-Increasing-Despair-to-Make-Severus-Into-a-Functional-Human-Being.

In addition to potions and reading, Severus also does a lot of writing. He's been working on-and-off on a novel since he was fifteen. At this point, it's almost 500,000 words long. One of the few ways he's able to express his thoughts and feelings is through fiction. The main character was heavily based on Lily, especially in the early stages when they were still friends, but as he grew older he put more of himself into the character and now she's become the version of himself he wishes he could be. The night before he kills Dumbledore he burns the entire thing.

Severus knows the DADA position is cursed. Everyone knows it's cursed. He still asks to teach it every year because he also knows that it's the only way he can escape Hogwarts, and he's willing to risk death to do it.

His feelings for Lily have gone through the entire spectrum. At times, she was a sister to him, especially the years before Hogwarts. He used to be incredibly jealous of Petunia, wished he could be Lily's sibling and live in their house and have their parents. It became romantic as a young teenager, especially since she was the only person he felt safe enough with for his pubescent mind to fixate on and explore his budding sexuality. Later, as he became friends with the other Slytherins in his year, it was strictly platonic but nonetheless a very deep friendship. They were both trying to control the other, and Severus was especially worried that Lily would end up like Eileen if she gave into Potter's charms. After his failed apology, he grew angry and resentful and he tried very much to hate her (but he couldn't, not even after she married Potter). And then, after her death, it circled back around to brotherly. He liked to remember those early years best of all, and his devotion to a better cause after her death parallels that of Dumbledore's after Ariana died.

Look I know there's a lot of confusion about godparents, and HP didn't help by being coy about religion, but a godparent isn't a legally appointed guardian. Like, they definitely can be if the parents want that (as it appears to be the case with Sirius Black), but that's not the default. A godparent sponsors a child's baptism and is in charge of their spiritual upbringing, making sure they know their catechism, etc (hence the god part of godparent, its a Catholic/Anglican thing). And the most widespread religion in HP does seem to be Christianity with Christmas being celebrated and whatnot (though I do headcanon the purebloods have their own Druidic/Christian hybrid religion going on). With that being said-- Severus Snape is Draco's godfather. He's also Merula Snyde's godfather. And Pansy Parkinson's godfather. And, like, the godfather of 10 other kids of former Death Eaters. Severus Snape climbed the Death Eater ladder; he was one of Voldemort's favourites during the First War and these other Death Eaters were like, "Damn. I got to get on his good side. Please sponsor my child's baptism."

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us Chapter 2 || Masterlist

Literally posting the first two parts and then passing out lol, same tags as last time, same inspiration from this art by @cheesy-cryptid , same everything basically.

Summary: Octavia goes to a place in the Upper City to meet her boss. Turns out it's extremely secretive.

Oh one thing I forgot to mention. The chapter titles are based on the song "I Caught Fire" by The Used.

Thanks again to my babe @micropoe10 for being my beta reader and best friend ❤️

also tagging @satanicspinosaurus because they're the first person to ask to be tagged (!!!!) Thanks for the support guys, it means A LOT.

Chapter 2

Could stay a while

Gale gave Octavia the very secret directions to the restaurant she was due to meet her boss in. It was a fancy place in the Upper City, secluded enough for only those who knew where it was could find it. Looking down at the piece of paper with the code to enter, she knocks on the door. A voice comes out of nowhere, loudly asking, "PASSWORD?" Nervously she speaks the phrase on the paper, instantly the door opens and the piece of paper is gone. "Wow, they really don't want people to know about this place huh?" "I would assume not, some of us do pay quite a bit of gold for the exclusivity." A haughty voice speaks out from behind her, a blush quickly develops on her cheeks as the realization crosses that she was not alone.

She quickly stammers "Oh it's my first time here, I was more surprised than anything." She chuckles at her own expense. The man behind her is cloaked in the light of a street lantern directly behind them. "Well, I hope you enjoy it, they say the first time is incredibly memorable..." The last word spills out with a sultry drawl, he walks past her and into the hallway, eventually fading into the darkness of the restaurant. The blush on her cheeks has definitely covered her entire face now.

Octavia takes a few breaths. Then steps into the dark restaurant. The interior of the establishment is lowly lit, almost completely dark, save for the candles on the tables and sconces on the walls. She looks around to the other patrons, all impeccably dressed in clothes that look like they would cost at least 5 months pay.

"This way, miss." Octavia is led to a private room towards the back, the waitress knocks on the red wooden door in front of them, a voice that sounds like Gale's calls out "I think she's here, let me go greet her!"

Gale comes out in a much nicer suit than his usual one, slightly fitted for a guy who you only see in cardigans and loose sweaters. "Okay, now I definitely feel underdressed, is there a dress code here that someone forgot to inform me about?" Octavia jokes, "Because if I had a reason to go buy a new wardrobe with my graduation money, it would've been good to know."

Gale looks at her slightly confused until he notices her wearing practically the same outfit she wore to work, the only exception was her blazer, it wasn't the one he accidentally spilled ink on when they were restoring some letters together earlier in the day.

He sucks his teeth and apologizes "I absolutely did, and I'm not sure how to make up for it yet, but I promise you look wonderful. You have your talents and expertise to speak for themselves! No amount of lavish clothing can eclipse that. Besides, Mr. Ancunin trusts me much more than anyone else. He and I have talked at great lengths about your impressive knowledge of the Heroes of Baldur's Gate. He's made remarks about it, seeming like you've been there yourself!" He laughs as he leads her into the room, would this be the time to tell him her family history?

As she approaches the table, a shadow becomes clear and his form begins to take shape. His hands are the first thing she sees come out from behind the cloak around his shoulders; slender fingers with a spider like length, lustrous skin like pearls, one reaches out and takes hers in a handshake. "My my..Made your way over from outside, darling?" That voice sounded like the man from outside."How was the walk over? Not too far in the back are we? I wanted to make sure our meeting was nice and private."

The waitress who led her down to this room lights a few more candles, replacing some that had apparently gone out. The barely lit room fills with warm yellow light and her boss becomes more illuminated by each one.

Octavia notices his hair first, a mop of silver and white styled into a messy tousle of curls. His ears were pointed, the few rings of hair that fell on them perfectly encircled around as if on purpose. She noticed something particular though, he was wearing sunglasses inside? In this dark place?

Before she even knew, she asked "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside at night?" Taken aback, her boss laughs loudly as he looks towards Gale, "You were right, cheeky little pup, isn't she?"

His grin grows mischievously. Gale shrugs and pulls the chair out in front of him, he motions Octavia to sit. She makes her way over and takes her spot, Gale sitting to her right. "Miss Octavia, I would be honored to finally introduce you to our esteemed head curator of the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, Mr. Astarion Ancunin."

Gale flourishes the last bit by extending his arm out to his right, Astarion dips his head in a small bow. "I do apologize for the last minute absence, my dear" he sips his wine and places the glass down.

"I believe you're both reaping the benefits of that excursion in the hard work you've been doing. Which is the cause of this little outing I've set up for the three of us. Obviously, I wanted to meet you beforehand, Octavia, but some things have to be sacrificed for the good of preservation. I take this work very seriously, I want to ensure these priceless artifacts don't get lost to time, as some things have before." He takes a slow sip of his wine, "I believe Gale has told you about his little interest in our Szarr art collection?"

Astarion playfully asks Octavia, as he turns to Gale, a devilish smile on his face, sipping more wine. "He has, actually, but I asked." she answers "Really? And what do you make of this mystery subject? You must have a theory, yes?" He places a hand under his chin, turning to look at her behind those dark lenses.

Octavia feels the same chill she felt when she first looked at the painting on the wall. She gulps,"Uh not yet, but I'm curious as well...the subject looks like a male elf, maybe about 40? No more than 100 it seems..."

She trails off a little, looking down at the table. "Whomever they were, they seem important somehow, like they were a favorite or something? A favored consort, possibly? I'm hoping that after Gale and I are done with this project, we may be able to find out?" She fidgets with her fingers a little under the table, hearing a pleased hum she straightens up and looks to Gale. He has a giant smile on his face, and gives her a reassuring nod.

A silence falls on the table as they turn to look at Astarion, his eyebrows come together.. he seems angry, perhaps annoyed, was he upset at her speculation? Her heart was in her throat, where was the waitress? She needed water and quick- "Why do you think that?" Astarion asks pointedly, taking a more prominent drink of his wine. "Why do you think that one is favored?"

Octavia feels a lump at her throat, she swallows and answers "They're in a lot of paintings in the gallery...I noticed them in at least a dozen...in the forefront of four, the background of 6...the main subject of two..it's quite a lot for someone who doesn't matter.." She hears a soft huff, not annoyed this time. "Interesting. Most people say that he's pretty or gorgeous or go on about his beautiful body, but you focused on the importance of the subject. I admire your insight, Octavia. I see why Gale tipped the scales for you."

[pocketramblr]

Dont know if youre still doing the AU asks but if you are, 5 HC for an AU where Eri, running away from Overhaul, runs into Gran torino and while panicking rewinds him back to his prime.

1- Eri runs, and runs, and hits someone who swears and grabs and she squeezes her eyes tight as light rushes out of her and hands go away. She curls up on the ground, sobbing, and when new gloved hands grab her without a word she does nothing, just hides her face and hopes Chisaki will go back home slowly enough to give her a break before punishing her.

2- Sorahiko got knocked over by a wrecking ball of a kid, fails to bite off his reaction as he gets up and reaches out to help her up. But then she's glowing and his whole body is in agony. Sorahiko's heart isn't soft enough to keep holding on, and he jets back, dropping the kid. By the time he's on the other end of the street, holding on to the building, he's taller than he was a second ago. He holds his breath, but the glow fades and doesn't affect him more when he's out of range. He waits a second, then goes back and scoops up the kid, who doesn't move. Worn out, probably, and the bandages aren't a good sign. Well, he was on his way to Nighteye's office, so he just keeps heading there.

3- Why is he on the way to talk to Sir? Because it's the only reason I can think of to have him be hours away from his home in that area where Eri is. So let's say Gran is there to update him on the fact that AfO is probably definitely back after the Hosu nomu attack. Gran brings Eri in, and that's about the moment that Eri realizes she is not being carried home by Chisaki. She looks up when she's put on a chair and Gran calls for Sir, ignoring the sidekicks at their desk. Sir comes down but stops on the stairs, staring at Gran with a dropped jaw, trying to figure out why someone would dress up as a young, tall, handsome, in his prime Gran Torino. And also why there's a crying child there. Gran snaps that it is very much him, he got hit with a quirk, and would Sir like to do something useful, please?

4- Sir apologizes to Eri for Torino's bad manners, and asks her what's wrong. She mentions Chisaki's name, something he knows as a connection to the Yakuza but not much more, and then explains the bandages when asked. It's a pretty clear, terrible case of abuse, and as he used his quirk, they're allowed to step in instead of handing it back to the police. Eri is terrified that Chisaki will find and attack them for taking her, but Gran says he didn't lose his brains with his wrinkles- he knows how to notice if he was being followed, and he was too quick for a tail. Then he asks how long her quirk lasts for, and she starts crying again because she hates it and can't undo it. For a moment, Gran and Sir share a look. A "we're terrible people for thinking about this" look, a "but, if she can rewind people..." look, a "Toshinori..." look. Then Sir looks down and shakes his head. Obviously it won't work, or All Might will refuse, because otherwise Sir have seen the difference in that vision of his death. Gran lets it go because he doesn't want to think about the vision either, he's still not happy Sir looked without permission even if he also wishes Toshi were enjoying retirement by now.

5- well, that's almost true. Gran changes the topic and says "Well, since we know Toshinori won't actually die of a heart attack on seeing me like this, why don't I go over there to show him in person?" Sir puts his head in his hands, but can't think of a way to stop him. Gran holds out his hand to Eri, says UA will be a safe place to wait, Nedzu will let her while Sir takes care of the paperwork on her case, and she can come see All Might. Eri blinks up as she takes his hand and asks who All Might is. Sir collapses to the ground, but Gran just laughs, and tells her stories on the way there.

+1 Toshi didn't have a heart attack but he did faint. Izuku was very close to it, eyes nearly popping out of his head before he looked around for the real Gran Torino since this is clearly another obvious prank.

[yeetus-feetus]

Because the foster system is absolute shit, and I'd imagine Gotham's foster system is probs 10x worse, I've had an idea.

We know Stephanie's baby is not Tim's. But we also know Tim was willing to step up and help with the baby regardless, we know he was there for the baby's delivery too.

We also know Stephanie is not ready for a child, and that's okay. She was still basically a child herself at the time and she also feared for her babies safety if she ever was to keep it. It's okay for her to choose to give it up.

But I propose maybe Tim is the one who gets too attached here. And he's confused with himself because this child isn't even his. But he loved Stephanie, he still does though it's platonic now, and I just think he'd see that baby and immediately love it just as much.

And Tim knows he could never take this baby on just by himself, and Stephanie would never let him because again, their jobs are too dangerous.

Tim is also aware of how trash the foster system is, especially in Gotham.

So I'm imagining Tim somehow convinces Ma and Pa Kent to raise this little girl, because he can't imagine anyone else more trustworthy and qualified.

They're always down for a new kid. Ma had wanted a large family all her life, but unfortunately she was never able to have kids of her own. Clark was a miracle sent to her from above and Kon was a blessing in disguise, Ma thanks the powers that be for the chance to raise both boys.

But the Kent's have never had a daughter, and I feel like they would welcome this baby in with open arms. A little girl for them raise and dress up, and Ma's already started crocheting her a cute little cardigan.

And I think Stephanie was more worried than her child's safety than anything else too, so I think she would feel a lot less anxious handing the baby over to the Kents.

Like think of the story potential of the Kent's raising this little girl. She's safe away from all the vigilantism, and she has a normal childhood with two stable parents, just like her mother wanted for her. And then the heartbreak of that vigilante lifestyle still finding this girl despite all this anyways.

Just imagine how devestating a storyline that could be. You sacrifice a relationship with this child so she can have a better life, and it's all for nothing, because there's your little girl in a Kevlar suit swinging from the rooftops.

It was inevitable really, vigilantism is in her blood. Gotham is in her blood.

It doesn't matter that all she's known are the rolling fields of farmland, the soft embrace of a small country town, Gotham is still something living and breathing inside of her, and no one from Gotham can ever truly leave.

And you can't even be mad at the people who raised her, you can't fault them for this because they have done everything within their power, they've been good parents.

All Stephanie can do is despair. Because Tim promised her, he promised this child would never have to know the struggles of their own lives.

Her daughter will never be safe on the crumbling rooftops of this cursed city.

But here she is anyways, despite all efforts and sacrifice.

Also I feel like, if this girl is raised by the Kent's, when she does eventually come back it will be much easier for her to build up a real relationship with her mother when they reconnect. Because as someone with complicated family, I feel like it's very common for a child to want to seek out their bio-parents even if the parents who raised them were super loving and caring.

Sometimes you find your bio-parent/s and you regret ever looking for them, regret ever asking the people who raised you to help you find them. But other times you get welcomed back with open arms, wet apologies, and a good reason for why they gave you away.

I just think it'd be something nice to explore. More representation ig. Like all of Bruce's kids have known their parents before being adopted. But we've never gotten to explore what it's like for a lot of people who never even knew their bio-parents.

I mean sure, we got a glimpse of that desperation to fill the feeling of a missing piece with Jason, but we all know how that ended for him. His mother was a really bad person, and she's the reason he ends up 6feet under.

But I really want representation that shows not all parents who give up their kids are bad people. Some of them are actually doing what's best for that child because they have the maturity to understand that they wouldn't be able to provide a safe and stable environment for a kid. They're puting the child's needs first.

And I'd really like to see the struggle of a child who's only known the people raising her as her parents and despite how good they are, still feel like something is missing.

[kayhi808]

Return Home - Part 2

Billy Russo. You had never met someone more handsome or charming than him. One of Manhattan's Most Eligible Bachelors. Always the center of attention. Always an entertaining story to tell. Always with a crowd of people & a beautiful woman on his arm.

He was a regular at Uva, the restaurant you worked at. He held many dinner meeting there. The waitresses would fight over who'd get to work his dinners. Not only was he dreamy to look at, he was also a generous tipper. You, on the other hand, happily stayed in the kitchen preparing meals rather than be out on the floor.

One night, the manager told you that Mr. Russo wanted a catering job done at his residence. He was willing to shell out quite a bit of cash for it. He had a menu request of mainly the dishes you created, so you were chosen to work the off-site party. It was a dinner for 12 people, you could easily handle it.

You arrived at his Upper Westside penthouse apartment, toting your cooler of food. Security let you in & called the penthouse's private elevator down for you. The elevator door opens & lets you out into a marble atrium, you look up amazed at the glass skylight. Shit, this place is fancy. You can just imagine all the stars you could see on a clear night. You giggle to yourself, thinking of your idea of camping would be in an executive high-rise, at the front door of the penthouse, surrounding yourself with pillow & blankets looking up at the stars.

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"

Your smile disappears as you turn to see Mr. Russo leaning in his doorway, watching you with an amused grin. You never seen him dressed so casually, jeans & a t-shirt in his bare feet. At the restaurant he's always in suits. "Oh...um...hi." You hold out your hand telling him your name, introducing yourself. "Uva sent me."

"You're a little early, the party doesn't start until 7, no one is here."

"I'm not your waitstaff. I'm your chef," pointing to the cooler you're lugging. "If you just take me to your kitchen, I can get started."

"Shit, I'm...I'm sorry." It's his turn to be embarrassed. "Let me get that for you." He takes the cooler & leads me to his kitchen.

As you step into his home you see the amazing view of Central Park. "I was already impressed with your atrium, but now that I'm inside, wow. You have a beautiful home, Mr. Russo."

"Please, call me Billy." He shoots you a smile from over his shoulder and you already feel yourself blushing. How are the girls able to wait on him? You get one smile and are flustered. The afternoon doesn't get much easier. Billy continued to hang around the kitchen with you. You had to remind him a couple of times that you really need to work if he wanted his meal served on time. He'd apologize, but 30 minutes later, he's back in the kitchen with you.

And that is how it all started. It was beautiful & wonderful...until it wasn't.

*****

One of your girls, Valerie, rushes into the kitchen, "Hey, Y/N? There's a guy outside asking for you."

You finish plating a customer's omelet, "Who is it?" Wiping your hands on a towel.

"I don't know but he's really hot!" She start trying to fix your hair & straightening your shirt. You laugh and swat her away, giving her the plate to serve. "Get away!"

You exit the kitchen & you see Billy with a big bouquet of flowers. "Billy? What..." You laugh and accept the flowers, they are so beautiful and Billy knows how much you love fresh flowers.

Leaning in, "I missed your grand opening. I know how much you wanted this. Congratulations."

"They're beautiful, but it wasn't necessary," you whisper, on the verge of tears.

"Of course they are necessary! I'm proud of you & want to wish you luck." Looking around at the filled cafe, "Not that you need it. Looks like you're a success."

You put the flowers down on the back counter & reach up to wrap your arms around Billy's neck. He quickly pulls you into a hug. He doesn't let you go & instead of pulling away, you relax into his arms for a bit. You miss this. You miss him. He feels so solid and strong against you. He used to make you feel safe & cared for. He still feels like home, despite everything that's happened.

"Sorry, Y/N?"" Valerie interupts, "We got food orders....sorry."

Billy releases you, rubbing his hands up & down your back & giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll let you get back to work." You nod into his chest, wiping away tears.

"Thank you so much, Billy. This was very sweet of you."

"Oh," handing you a bag, "I accidentally stole your towel yesterday." He gives you a cheeky smile & leaves. You pull yourself together & try to get back to work.

*****

Five minutes before closing you hear the bell above the door chime. Really? You're going to come in 5 minutes before closing? Maybe they just want a drink and not anything from the kitchen. You head out and crash into Valerie who was rushing to the kitchen & looks all excited. "Ow!" She points out into the cafe.

Billy is standing by the counter, with an amused smile on his face after witnessing you & Val crash into each other. He gives a wave in your direction.

"Bill?? What are you doing here?"

"You're done with work? Thought I could take you to dinner."

"Yes, she's done with work!" reports Val.

Turning to her, "Are the floors swept? The machines cleaned?"

Val grabs a broom, "She's still done with work," and hurries off to the other side of the cafe to sweep.

"You could have called first."

"But then you would have told me no. But if I'm already here...."

"Bill..."

"One dinner."

"Bill..."

"You have to eat. Might as well, eat with me. It's just dinner."

"Billy...."

He takes your hand, in his, frowning down at it. "Please," he whispers. He stares at your clasped hands, but doesn't look at you. "Please."

The timbre of his voice changed, & it pierced your heart. It wasn't his playful cajoling. There was a need. "Just dinner." Billy silently nods & places a kiss across your knuckles. "I need to close up."

He gives you a sad smile, "I'll wait for you." That's what hes been doing for the past 2 years, waiting for you.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

[princess-of-the-corner]

Kinda curious now, what are your thoughts on Adrichat asking Maribug out instead of coming clean about figuring out her identity. I searched on your blog but if you've talked about it before the search function won't bring it up

I kinda wish we would have gotten something like that in the show properly. At the very least it would make their issues in S4 less one sided

It's.... complicated.

While I don't think I've made a post about it, I think I addressed it decently both through my writing of their romance in Lady Luck(where Adrien is the only one with a secret identity in the first place and Mari is in love with Chat), and through that one idea I had for a 'toxic ladrien dating' thing.

I understand Adrien's hesitance to tell Marinette that he knows her identity. I do 100% think he should have told her! But LB was always the much more hesitant one when it came to the identities, and she's rejected 'Chat' many times in favor of 'Adrien'.

Not only is he worried that she's going to have a huge panic and maybe try to get them to stop being partners because of the danger, but he fears that she might like him better as 'Adrien' than 'Chat'. (not in a 'true selves' way, but both are a persona and the real Adrien is a mix. Would she like the real Adrien though?)

Bonus points for the fact that while he's sure of his own feelings, she might take this revelation in a similar way of him loving 'Ladybug' and not 'Marinette'.

So he's hesitant to tell her, but very much in love with her, so he goes for the romance. And is probably trying to figure out a good way to tell her, but he hesitates. And the longer he hesitates, the harder it gets to tell her.

Adrien has also grown up in a household where, if he wants to have any sort of happiness, then a lot of times it's an 'ask forgiveness rather than permission' type of situation. Not justified either, but again a reason.

I still do think this is a bit sketchy, as he should have told her. Both so she knows and they're on equal ground, but also so that she's aware of the new layer of danger. That was a Bad Move™.

Now, my main problem with the hypothetical presented in Chat Blanc, of Adrien knowing Mari is Ladybug and dating her without telling her he knows and that he's Chat.

Is that there's a lot of room for potential manipulation.

We don't get to see where this goes! Because their dates in Chat Blanc are all just a montage of 'everything's perfect until Gabriel decides to be a big old bag of dicks'.

But there's a lot of things that he could do. Maybe it's something small and innocent, like Chat knows that Maribug had a bad day so Adrien shows up at the perfect time to give comfort. Maybe Ladybug spies a dress in the window she adores and the next day Adrien buys it for Marinette.

And that doesn't seem too bad. But there are things that she would vent to a friend like Chat rather than Adrien. Sometimes about Adrien. What happens when they have a fight, as all couples do, and she asks Chat for advice? Would he try to abstain knowing that he's biased, or would he tell her that her boyfriend is right and that she should feel bad for not listening to him?

Now, again: We never get to see this in the show. We never grapple with it. But it could have been interesting if we did, and that I'd have more of a 'hey that's FUCKED' stance on. Ofc Adrien can step back, learn from it, and fix it. But I think Marinette would have a right to be hurt.

Which is another thing that Chat Blanc didn't show us: Marinette's reaction to finding out how long he's known her identity.

I think she should have had every right to be mad at him. To yell and scream and call him out on that move. Maybe even break up with him and hell possibly even step back for a minute and let Scarabella handle things for a while because this has thrown off their whole partnership.

Ultimately he'd apologize, admit it was kinda fucked, promise to do better, and she'd forgive him and they'd start dating again on equal terms this time.

[mareenavee]

3, 5, 10, 22, 30, 39, 50, 51, 57 because why not throw a long list at you. For both pairings, because I'm evil. Chop and change as you like.

Hello. Yep this was asked over a month ago. I do apologize it's taken hell to freeze over for me to put down the fic and come wandering back over here <3 Ask game is here. So this is OTP asks iirc? Well it is now.

I cannot find a list that has numbers past 40 otherwise so. Here we go.

For Nyenna, Teldryn and Athis from my fic, The World on Our Shoulders. Below the cut coz it'll be a long one, bet. LOL Also there's some snippets toward the end!

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) Nyenna is a very small bean by comparison. She can get away with stealing other's clothes. Athis is shorter, around 5'7-8 or so; his shirts fit her better. Teldryn has borrowed her cloak before.

5. Describe their cozy night in. READING. Nyenna definitely wants to catch up on reading. She's definitely going through it in the place we're at in the WIP and if she had her way, she'd be home with Athis by the fire pit with cozy blankets reading. If we're talking future timeline, rest is still mildly hard to come by. She and Teldryn might instead spend it at Orgnar's inn, listening to Sven make a fool of himself trying to be a bard and enjoying the company of their new neighbors. That's not really "a night in" but it kind of counts when your new hometown is as small as Riverwood.

10. Describe their first date. Nyenna and Athis... <3 They were a bit of a whirlwind. They skipped steps. Back before the nonsense, he would often take her out to dinner at the Bannered Mare, even after they were married. They had a few camping dates where he'd bring along a stash of some homemade mead on the way to some dungeon or another while they were working. He isn't much of a storyteller, but Nyenna definitely was and she'd also sing to him in Bosmeris until he fell asleep while she was on first watch. Nyenna and Teldryn did things glacially slow and in reverse order, lol. They didn't skip steps so much as do things completely backwards. They fell in love first. Then they...made mistakes. Then eventually they would have had a moment to spend with just each other and not the weight of destiny. Teldryn would have taken her to pretty places he'd found while he was wandering on his way home from one job or another. They love the Rift for picnics.

22. What reminds each of their partner? At this point in the fic, Nyenna is still very much always turning her thoughts toward Athis. They're still married and she still wears her wedding ring. They still write to each other constantly and she does try to return home as often as she can. Later on, after a few close calls, Teldryn has a dragonbone dagger each made for Nyenna and himself. This is before they admit any sort of love for each other. He thought it was symbolic, and also good back up if she ever ran out of magicka again. So you know, lethal weapons they hold on to for the rest of the fic. Suits, really. LOL

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing? Nyenna has picked out Athis's outfits since they were dating. He has terrible fashion sense. Have you seen his summer armor? Ugh. A mess. She had him in blue clothes and the Companions got him some Ebony Plate mail for their wedding. Speaking of, she also picked out his wedding outfit. Athis would look for any excuse for Nyenna to wear that dress again, speaking of. It's featured in one of his best memories, and the little embroidered tundra cotton flowers suited her. Teldryn always wears grey shirts when he's out of his armor. All his spare sets are gray, except his white shirts he wears as the first layer under the armor. Nyenna would insist on blue; it might be her favorite color, and it looks good on him. Teldryn has seen Nyenna dressed for a Thalmor party, but even then would still say she looks best in her grey and teal mage's robes.

39. Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think? Nyenna absolutely would rescue animals. Neither Athis nor Teldryn would not have the heart to dissuade her, even if there was no time or safety for such things.

50. Who's more likely to do something out of spite? Of the three, Teldryn. He's persisted this long out of spite, so it would track that he'd probably take on some activity or another and/or stick with it out of spite. He might not be spiteful necessarily, though. None of them really are.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you? There's a lot of this in the fic for everyone involved. I'll pick two and share mini snippets. For Nyenna toward Athis, she'd run her fingers through his hair.

“Mornin’,” he said, voice still heavy with sleep. He yawned widely and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He got up out of bed and cracked the stiffness from his neck. She approached him and ran her fingers through his hair. He had no idea why she did this, always admiring something about him he thought so little about. It was charming. When he tried to return the favor, his fingers got tangled in the silvery curls, same as every day, really. She let out a surprised laugh and helped him untangle. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. Her hands were warm against his face as she kissed him back gently.

For Teldryn toward Nyenna, he will always heal her first before himself as best as he can.

He held her close, Healing spells active in both hands. “You’re okay?” he asked, worry written across all his features. She coughed weakly, but managed a nod. “What on Nirn…?” she whispered hoarsely, wincing. Her hand flew to her neck. He pressed his gauntleted hand over hers and concentrated his spell there. Her shoulders slumped as the overwhelming pain slowly started to subside.

57. Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart? LOL insofar as Tamriel has 'grocery' shopping...let's just call it a normal day at Belethor's shop. Nyenna is the responsible one and keeps household ledgers and has a list of needful things to retrieve. Athis and Teldryn are the "I'm not really saving up for anything" kind of people and would buy yet another cool knife if the opportunity presented itself.

[devcted]

he's so sweet the way he speaks to her even the way he apologizes for even swearing as if what they're doing isn't sinful enough. bee always wondered what the prince would be like, if he was as charming and beautiful as they said or if he was something else entirely. she'd say it was different in a way, he was different. he wasn't anything she expected him to be and she means that as a good thing. because his chanr was beyond what she imagined, making her fall for him so quickly that she didn't even know she was falling until she was standing here, drying his skin with the towel and simply wishing she would be on his arm during his dinner tonight...and then there was his beauty and god was he beautiful, he was something she'd never seen before, almost god like and it really makes sense that he's royalty because someone as beautiful as him couldn't be your everyday man, of course he had to be unattainable with his beauty and charm but somehow she was able to step in and make him hers, truly, she's never felt luckier.

she giggles at his comment about servicing her with his beauty, making her lips curl into a smile. "it's my honor." she says warmly "getting to know such a beautiful man like you, it's an honor." she teases him, smirking softly as blue eyes flicker to meet his own, drying his stomach and arms almost slowly because she likes looking at him and appreciating his beautiful body. "and I can't wait for you to pleasure me." she purrs lowly, mouth watering at the very thought but she tries to focus on getting him clean and dry before she has to dress him. "I'm glad I could make you feel good my prince, I love touching you, the sounds you make for me...I love making you feel good for me, you're mine and I treat the things that belong to me very well."

he kisses her cheek and she smiles shyly, looking up at him with a hum. "protecting me from the big bad king? aren't I the luckiest girl in the world..." bee says with a hum, hand resting against his chest. he guides her hand back down to his cock, making her squeeze it as a shiver leaves her, letting out a shaky breath as blue eyes flicker down to his cock, she gives him another squeeze as she leans upz letting her nose nudge against his own with a smirk. "you just came and you're hard again? better be careful, wouldn't want anyone seeing that at dinner." she teases, pulling her hand away from his cock.

instead she moves to grab his clothes, choosing the black velvet one that brings out the green in his eyes, helping him get dressed and making sure the fabric looks neat and straight against his body. she almost hates that he's wearing clothes all of a sudden but she also can't complain, because he looks amazing with our without them. she smirks a little at his words, reminding her of her instructions for when he returns to which she purrs as she reaches up to brush her fingers through his curls, making them look neat on his head. "yes my prince, I would never disobey you." she says gently pausing to look up at him when he grabs her chin and makes her look into his beautiful eyes. "no sir...I'll be a good girl I promise." eyes flicker down to his lips before leaning up to kiss him once more just before pulling away completely and cupping his face in her hands. "don't forget to eat your food and play nice with your brother...I don't want you all stressed out when you return to me." she says softly smiling up at him with love before seeing him out.

once she's alone in his room now, having time to roam around for a minute but she can't ignore the butterflies in her stomach as she awaits his return to her. she must undress and lay in his bed, something she's never done before and it scares her a little bit also excites her and so she does as she was commanded to do. pulling her dress down from the straps and letting the gown circle around her feet, leaving her body exposed for all but her panties and shoes, removing those as well. she feels exposed, kind of shy before crawling onto his bed. she notices the stack of grimories he keeps by his bed and so she reaches out for one, laying on her stomach to look through one to keep her just a little distracted until he walks back inside to do what he pleases.

She’s almost stern in response to his teasing, which is the hottest reaction he could’ve anticipated. She seems confident that she should be the one touching him and pleasuring him, even meeting his eyes with her blue ones as she tells him so. “I am not doubting your abilities, my lady,” he purrs softly, in between moans. “I look forward to what you learn. I merely wanted to encourage you to speak poorly of others who would have me…” He smiles, realizing fully how evil it is to say such a thing. He can’t bring himself to care, overwhelmed by selfishness now that he has her. If he’s to give in to his desires for her, why not allow himself the fantasies he wants? And what he wants is to be Bee’s as much as she is his— he wants the possessiveness and ownership, even at the cost of Daphne’s pride or happiness. She deserves it, anyway, for not being as beautiful and angelic as Bee, a girl who loves her niffler and only wishes to be a good maid.

He likes the way she looks at his body as if she’s eager for it, especially his cock, which is flushed pink beneath her slender fingers. She tells him her pussy belongs to him alone, making his length twitch, eyes rolling a little because it feels so good. She asks if he’ll moan for her, as if it isn’t obvious by his desperate sounds, but he answers anyway because he would do or say anything she asked of him. “Yes, baby— I can’t help myself, when you touch me…” He doesn’t expect her to claim he’s the most beautiful man ever created and it makes his heart flutter, a genuine smile forming on his lips. “I am glad I could be of service to you with my beauty, my lady… You deserve only the best. Whichever way I can pleasure you, I will.” At least he isn’t selfish in this way— or maybe it doesn’t count, since anything he does to her will get him off as well.

He moans softly as green eyes watch her closely, the way her fingers go into her mouth and she seems to use her tongue to lick and suck every drop of him from her skin. It’s the way she praises the taste of him, pretty sounds leaving her, that sends him over the edge. He twitches in her palm, especially as she squeezes against him, stroking faster as a soft cry leaves him, reaching his orgasm as eyes flutter.

She asks him if she did a good job, but makes his heart flutter and his cock throb as her pink tongue drags across her fingers again to lick up some more of him. “Fuck… Pardon my language, my beautiful maid.” He can barely speak, overwhelmed with both a pleasant exhaustion and the tingling that’s left over, still aroused because of how pretty her tongue and lips had looked cleaning up his cum from her fingers. “You did such a good job… You made me feel so good.” He’s never felt anything like it in his life, finding more pleasure from her hand than his own.

Regulus watches as she fixes her dress, tucking her breasts back in the fabric. It’s attractive enough that it makes him somewhat hard again, staring at her perfect cleavage and undressing her with his eyes, imagining what the rest of her looks like as well. She helps him out of the tub, wrapping a towel around him to begin drying his skin. He’s towering over her now, but she still manages to reach up and kiss him, her lips so soft that his eyes flutter. 

She jokes about his father having her head and he reaches down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I wouldn’t allow him, my lady.” He glances down at his cock, which is hard still, just being in her presence. “Making me cum again shouldn’t be an issue, considering how hard you make me.” He guides her hand down to his cock one last time, making her squeeze it. It’s difficult to stop touching her but he allows her to focus on her job and dress him as well, putting him in black velvet with intricate gold patterning on the front. “Remember my instructions for you,” he says, touching her small chin. “You wouldn’t want to be punished, would you?”

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Crewel x Teacher reader where the reader gets him jealous ? Fluff plz

Crewel my beloved. Also, since you didn't give me any traits for Reader, I kinda made her into Morticia because I love that woman

Bad pup (Crewel)

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

— V⁠●⁠ᴥ⁠●⁠V

When his wife told Divus she was going to transfer to NRC, he had no idea what to feel

On one hand, being able to see her for longer than a few hours a day made his heart sing. He misses her and their pups so dearly, specially after a busy day dealing with the badly behaved pups Crowley dropped on his lap

On the other hand... His sweet wife being subjected to the rowdiness of those... Those delinquents!

And sure, he knows that (Y/N) is an incredible people tamer, but still. He'd rather not see her stuck with someone like Trappola.

Still, he was very supportive, and when time came, he prepared her classroom himself, to make sure every corner would please her

And promptly disciplined any student who called it terrible to his face (though he's sure his lover would've chuckled and accepted the compliment)

So the big day comes, and Divus holds his breath when she steps out of the mirror, just as beautiful as the day they met, with her long black dress pooling around her like magic itself

"You look absolutely breathtaking, love, like a boa constrictor"

"Oh, Divus, you charmer"

— V⁠●⁠ᴥ⁠●⁠V

He expected the students to avoid his wife the first few days. (Y/N) is a lovely woman, but even Divus, the man who swore by the ring on his finger to forever love her, knows that she is not... Conventional.

Her fascination with the macabre and the morbid made it hard for people to see the angel behind the black dress and white fur coat (a gift from Divus' mom, who might love her daughter in law just as much as her son).

But it has never stopped her from befriending and charming people with her kindness and humor.

Much to his chagrin.

Because not all students are hesitant.

And Lilia Vanrouge has never been known for being easily disturbed. Neither is Rook Hunt.

So when Divus invites himself to her classroom, wondering why she's late to their daily lunch date, he really shouldn't be surprised at the view of both students mentioned animatedly talking with her. But he is, because they're not just talking, they hogging all her attention and basking in it like it's their right to spend lunchtime with her.

And his sweet wife, forever a delight, is more than happy to pet their heads and coo at them, telling them they are so adorable she could gobble them up with some wine and a salad. Maybe some potatoes as a side dish.

"Ahem."

"Oh, Divus!" She greets him with a gentle smile in her black covered lips. "Apologies for the delay, my dear. These puppies had some questions, and soon enough we were talking about what type of hair would be good to sew a headless doll."

The mischievous looks he receives from his students tell him they're not at all sorry for holding his wife back. Oh, he's going to make their next assignment hell, particularly Lilia's, since he definitely was the one who started this.

"Now, now, Divus, my dear, there's no need to be jealous of the pups."

"Beloved, I am not jealous."

(Y/N) giggles, stepping away from the students to hug him. His arms answer to her affection immediately, caging her against his chest while he glares at the two mutts. They dare smile at him, the delinquents.

He'll need to keep an eye on them, lest they decide to take too much of your time and attention.

[wonwoosthetic]

Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 6 |

Series Masterlist

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Word Count: 9.6k

Warnings: smut, cursing, one disgusting man, and one hell of a Jeon Wonwoo

A/N: Stay safe you horny animals

“I know, I’m probably the last person you’d want to hear this from,”

"I don't know, Binna..."

"What the fuck do you mean with you 'don't know'?! Are you kidding me?"

Your best friend and you had been sitting on your sofa and staring at the red silk dress that was laid out on the coffee table. It was Binna's idea... to lower the chances of creases or what no.

"No. No, I'm not kidding," you shook your head furiously and stood up, your eyes on the floor and your hand on your forehead.

"Y/N, we had that discussion yesterday. Now get your ass into that dress." It was 7:45 pm. You were planning on leaving at 6:30 - not to be the first to arrive but also not the last, hopefully. Binna had been trying to get you to change your clothes for a good ten minutes at that point, but your mind kept convincing you of deciding against it.

"Why would he do that?" You wondered out loud, "Why would he just send something like this?" As much as you tried, you couldn't keep your eyes off the beautiful piece of clothing for long as they always drifted to the small table in front of you.

Your friend sighed and grabbed the letter you had placed right next to it, "He said it himself. He wants to apologize."

"Oh, apologize my ass," you scuffed, "He wants something, and he's trying to lure me in with that shit."

Binna took a deep breath and stood up, approaching you with slow steps, "Y/N, some men can actually have good intentions," to which you rolled your eyes and she slapped your arm, "Jeon Wonwoo seems to really be trying. Like for real," walking over to lift the dress you had put on a hanger, letting the bottom drop to the floor, "What man would ask his freaking tailor to MAKE you a dress?!"

"A man that wants something in return," you simply stated, memories from years ago haunting you.

"Not every man is like... you know," she didn't even dare to let the name fall from her lips and you thanked her with a nod before you answered,

"He was the personification of a regular man. And sure," you admitted, "Not every single man is like that, but Jeon Wonwoo is almost no different from him. And I stand by that."

But the other woman shook her head, "They're totally different people. One already has the power, and one tried to get it. Besides, he would've never done something like this for you," raking her hand over the red silk.

You fell back onto the couch with a groan escaping your throat, "It's... It's just gonna be super uncomfortable and awkward and-"

"And you're gonna have to face him at some point again. So why not let it be at a nice event, with a lot of people around, where you might have a few drinks, so you could easily blame everything you do on the alcohol."

You wanted to say something in contrast to her statement, but the ringing bell of your hand-off system beat you to it. The two of you turned to the entrance of the hallway with frowns on both of your faces, before turning towards each other with the same expression. You stood up with a sigh, "I've been getting more visits during the last five days than in the entirety of last month." With a push of the button, you answered the person, "Hello?"

"Miss Yoon?" An unfamiliar voice spoke up, making Binna leave the dress on the coffee table and rush over to stand next to you.

"Yes?"

"The car is here and ready for you. I'll be waiting until you're ready." You could hear him take a step back, making you speak louder,

"Wait! What car? I didn't-"

"I'm here on behalf of Mister Jeon."

With an annoyed look on your face, you turned to your left, finding a wide smiling Binna looking at you, clapping her hands and nodding her head excitedly. She quickly pushed you to the side to answer,

"She'll be down in thirty minutes."

"Take as much time as you need, Miss." Were his last words before silence came from both ends of the speaking system. With a smug grin on her lips, the woman next to you crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows,

"Now you have to go."

"I can still just send him back," you told her with an unfazed expression on your face, making her roll her eyes.

"No, you can't." And dragged you back into the living room by your arm, making you whine out loud.

-

"Wow..." Almost exactly 30 minutes later, you were standing in the middle of your bedroom with Binna leaning on the door frame, gazing at you with sparkles in her eyes. "My best friend is BEAUTIFUL!" She rushed over to you to engulf you in a tight embrace but pulling back again, "Oh god, no, I don't want to ruin hair, I'm so sorry," and quickly patted down the nonexistent strands that got dishevelled because of her hug. You giggled at her antics and slapped her hands away from your face,

"It's still all good."

"It's not all good," she admitted, taking a few steps back, "It's SO much better than good. You, my friend, are... wow..."

"Alright, alright," you pushed past her and made your way back into the living room where she had prepared a small bag for you. Picking up from the couch, you took a quick look inside, finding all the necessities: your phone, lipstick, some powder, and...

With your index and middle finger, you picked up the little squared foil package, turning around to meet the mischievous eyes of your friend. Instead of sharing words, the two of you kept looking at each other for a few seconds. You with raised eyebrows, waiting for an explanation, and her with a grin on her lips, happy to send you off looking fine as hell.

"He's not gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once he sees you, trust me," walking up to you to place the little package in your palm, closing your fingers around it, "You're gonna need it."

You snatched your hand back, out of her grasp, "I'm gonna cut his hands off if he tries anything." Throwing it onto the couch as you were about to make your way into the hallway when her voice stopped you. She picked up the preservative and approached you again, "Listen, I have a breeding kink too, but take it just in case."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but to giggle but still kept a shocked expression at her comment. She leaned down to get a hold of your purse, opened it, and stored the condom well in a side pocket. "I mean it," you told her one last time.

"Sure," Binna nodded, "You will cut his hands off just like you did with his lips when he kissed you, right?" Teasing you about the fact that you may have shared a few too many details about the kiss, telling her about the way your legs gave in and you kissed him back.

Shaking your head, you turned towards the hallway, taking step after step, looking for fitting shoes along the floor. You didn't get to see the little victory dance she did behind you.

"Black heels," Binna motioned towards the pair she meant once she had caught up with you, and you thanked her quietly. Just like she did before, she rested her upper arm against the wall, looking at you with a grin plastered on her face.

"Listen," making you look up, "I'm gonna stay here until midnight. If you're not back by then, I'm out." You gazed at her with furrowed brows, making her continue, "I'm not gonna sit here alone and watch some romance drama on TV while you're getting railed by a CEO."

"Binna!" You warned her, but she just laughed, clearly proud of herself for coming up with comments that were pure gold to her.

After closing the clasp of your shoes, you straightened your back again, brushing over the dress out of habit and turned to the other woman in the room, "So?" Your voice suddenly heavy as if your heart had started beating faster, "How do I look?" The brunette smiled brightly at you, stretching her hands out to meet your waist, holding onto you tightly,

"Oh, suddenly you care about how you look for Mister Jeon," imitating the voice of the driver that was still waiting downstairs. You sighed and shook your head with the corners of your lips curling up, to which she quickly continued, "You look fantastic. I mean it." Looking directly into your eyes, where she found your pupils slightly shaking. "You're nervous, right?"

You nodded confused and placed a hand on your stomach, "Yeah? Why though?" Insecure about your own emotions. Binna's grin widened, if that was even possible anymore, turning into a genuinely kind smile,

"It's okay," she assured you. She knew what to assure you of, yet you were unsure about it. After a few last deep breaths and your friend throwing a coat over your shoulders, you were out, taking slow steps into the elevator before disappearing out of her sight. Binna closed your front door once you were gone and let a heavy sigh come out of her, "Damn... this is gonna take some time. Blind bitch..." and walked back into the living room to distract herself for a bit before she would drive back to her own place. In no way was she actually going to wait until midnight. She knew you weren't going to come home at any time before that.

-

The driver was kind and smiled at you as you excused yourself repeatedly for being late and keeping him waiting but he exclaimed just as often that he was ordered to wait for however long you may take and to not stress you as well.

The drive to the event's place was spent quiet for the most time, until the older man spoke up, "So, you and Mister Jeon must be close." Stating, rather than asking.

You met his eyes in the review mirror, "Ehm... I-" unsure of how to answer, "W-we work together. I work at Oksan & Co."

He chuckled, "I know that. He told me about you." Speaking as if it was the most normal thing in the world for Jeon Wonwoo to mention you in a conversation.

"He told you about me?"

The driver seemed to have noticed the surprised tone in your voice and decided to elaborate, "I've been working for the Jeons for quite some time. I used to work for his father before the little Jeon took over the company," you chuckled at the nickname, "I know basically almost everything about him. He talks a lot." Does he? He doesn't seem like somebody that shares a lot with other people. "He told me about the new COO, but not much about your relationship to each other." Switching between looking at the road and you through the review mirror.

You suddenly felt your heartbeat quicken, trying to get your mind straight to find a quick answer, "Oh- co... coworkers. We're coworkers. Just... coworkers." You didn't catch the grin that formed on the man's face, but got to hear the slight amusement in his voice,

"You're the first coworker of his I'm driving, in my thirty years of working for them," raising his eyebrows to pronounce the words differently.

"Oh," you chuckled nervously, "Oh well," a tight and forced smile on your lips.

"Must be special," he quietly commented, letting those be the last words of your conversation as he took a right turn and came to a halt. He took off his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, walking over to your door, opened it and helped you out.

"Have a good night, Miss Yoon." He bowed, making you do the same before he showed you where to go and got back into the vehicle, ready to drive off. With one last deep breath, you dared to take the steps forward, walking towards the older building that greeted you with a red carpet and big wooden doors, open for everyone to step in. A man at the entrance stopped you, asking for your name. After telling him, he nodded and told you to go ahead. You thanked him with a smile and continued your journey inside, only to get stopped again,

"May I take your bag and coat, Miss?" A slightly younger man kindly questioned, his hand already reaching forward.

"O-oh, yes, of course," you shrugged off your purse, but not without snatching your phone out of it, and handed him the accessory and clothing item. "Thank you," you smiled and walked through the second set of doors, finding yourself in a big foyer again. People passed you, some almost pushing you out of the way, while others stood in groups on the sides, talking loudly. You let your eyes scan the room, hoping to find a set of familiar eyes, but were disappointed as you weren't even able to identify one person. You were about to get on your phone when a woman in a suit joined you, standing still next to you, holding out a tray of champagne-filled glasses, smiling. Reaching for one of them, you got interrupted by two bigger hands stopping yours, taking two glasses off the tray before handing one to you. You turned to your left and found the familiar eyes you had been looking for. With a thankful smile, you took the one Wonwoo was holding out for you as he thanked the waitress, making her walk away to greet another guest.

"Good evening," he greeted you, filling the empty space next to you that the woman had left, letting his eyes, only quickly, rake up and down your silhouette, smiling at the clothing item you were wearing.

"Hi," you sent him a forced smile, not catching his glance, your lips feeling tighter than before and your heart increasing its beating pace, just like it did in the car.

"I'm glad to see that you could make it," he spoke softly and you were still able to hear him over the murmuring of the other people around you, as the two of you started walking to nowhere specifically.

You shook your head, looking ahead instead of to him, "You didn't have to send your chauffeur to come and pick me up." Ignoring his comment. He let out a deep chuckle,

"Hongseok is happy if he gets to drive around a little bit." Hoping to amuse you a little bit, but you didn't let anything show on your face. Wonwoo suddenly stopped walking, stepping in front of you to look at you, "And I had to make sure that you would actually show up."

"You thought I wouldn't?" You finally let your eyes interlock again, which was probably the worst idea as you could already feel yourself not being able to look away.

"Was I right?" He smirked, already knowing the answers, and getting a confirmation by you pursing your lips and slowly nodding.

"Maybe..."

Wonwoo chuckled and hid his free hand in his pocket as he noticed the phone that you were still holding. He reached out, snatching it out of your hand and stopped you when you were about to comment on it,

"You don't have anywhere to put it, it's alright," and hid it in one of the pockets on the inside of his suit. "Alright," he spoke up louder, "You arrived just in time," walking next to you again, showing you where to go.

You looked at him confused, "In time for what?"

"Dinner," he smiled.

"Dinner? We're having dinner?" Instead of answering he made you look ahead, coming to sight with a big open room filled with tables on the side, leaving a dance floor in the middle. The walls were decorated in red and gold, making it look like an old theatre, which it probably was because of the insanely high ceilings and curtains on one wall. You wanted to ask him a question but shut yourself up once you noticed he was talking to one of the waiters who would bring you to your designated table. The younger man led the way, leaving Wonwoo and you behind him.

"What even is this event?" You wondered.

He shrugged, "Just some fancy celebration of CEOs where they can meet each other and talk and see if they'd like to collaborate or even merge."

"Don't you have enough collaborations with other companies?" You wondered, making him smile and turn his head towards you,

"You can never have enough collaborations if they bring in enough money."

"Of course," you rolled your eyes at his comment, but he kept his smile.

"Looks like I might have to teach you a little bit tonight." You stopped at one of the round tables in the room, and the waiter left the two of you, letting you know they would start serving the food very soon.

You scuffed, "You wish," looking him dead in the eyes before turning to the table, finding name signs in front of each seat. You looked for yours, which was of course right next to Wonwoo's and wanted to sit down, when he beat you to it, and pushed the chair back, motioning for you to sit down. You thanked him with a nod and eyed him as he took his seat to your right. Your eyes fell on his perfectly sitting tie that was sticking out from the rest of his all-black attire with the little bit of tissue in the chest pocket that had the same colour. Both had the same colour. The same colour as your dress. Even with force, you couldn't help but to let your lips slightly curl upwards, "Your tie," you pointed to it shyly, "has the same colour as my dress."

Wonwoo looked down and touched it, acting surprised by the realisation, "Oh, well would you look that. What a coincidence." Smacking his lips as he found your amused glance.

You nodded, "Yeah, even the same fabric."

"What a coincidence," he stuck to his act and found you to be entertained by it, having to look away and take a deep breath to try and hide the smile that you couldn't hold back. Before you two could continue whatever was starting to happen, an older couple joined you.

"Good evening," the voice of an older lady made you look past the CEO and immediately stand up, seeing her and an older man next to her. You bowed politely, greeting the two as well as the woman gasped, "Oh my, aren't you two young." Making you giggle and Wonwoo chuckle.

"Why would they place two old fucks next to such young entrepreneurs?" The man commented as he took a seat.

His partner was quick to slap his chest, "What is wrong with you? Don't swear in front of them." She warned him, making you want to smile at the interaction. She turned to you, "I'm sorry for my husband. I'm Lee Hyerim, and he's Kang Beomseok."

Wonwoo nodded with a smile, "It's very nice to meet you," and turned around to you, motioning with his hand to introduce yourself, which you quickly did, "I-I'm Yoon Y/N," and he did the same right after you.

The older couple smiled at both of you, watching you closely from their seats next to Wonwoo.

"And may I ask what company you are from?" Lee Hyerim wondered.

"Oksan & Co." Your CEO answered, pushing his chair slightly back, so he wouldn't block you from their view.

The wife gasped, "Oh, Oksan & Co.!" Hitting her husband in the stomach, "I told you about them," before turning back to you, "I read about you. Amazing what you're doing. Congrats." The two of you smiled politely.

"So, you're THE Jeon Wonwoo, from Vortex, right?" The older man suddenly spoke up, and the man next to you nodded,

"Correct."

"And who are you then?" He turned to you, still smiling, "Wait. Let me guess, employee of the month. And now you get to join the CEO to a nice business dinner. Huh?" You forced a chuckle out of you. This was not the first time it happened and wouldn't be the last time, but at least he seemed polite, so you kept your smile,

"COO actually," you cleared up before adding, "But soon to be employee of the month." Making the couple chuckle and Wonwo turn around to meet your eyes. He looked at you amused, happy to see you in a good mood. "I just gave myself that title. I hope you don't mind," you provocatively whispered. You hoped to rile him up, but only got met with a kind facial expression and what looked like a... proud smile?

"Not at all." He whispered back, leaning in slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a little too long, and turning around to the couple again, leaving you baffled at his reaction. You tried to annoy him, or get something out of him... anything but THAT. What the hell was THAT?

"Wow..." the woman exclaimed, "You guys are really only getting younger. I could've never imagined having such an important role in a company in my twenties. Unbelievable..."

"We're doing our best," Wonwoo nodded.

"Yeah," she chuckled, "I can tell. Oksan & Co. is doing so well right now."

Slowly but surely, people filled the empty seats around the table, introducing themselves to the two of you and to each other. Never had you ever imagined you'd be in a room with more CEOs than you could count. Another day for you to feel small as you looked around watching women next to other women, or some on the arms of their partners and dates.

You had fallen into a comfortable conversation with the woman that had sat down next to you. Boo Seomin, 32 years old, who recently had her second and, as he put it, 'hopefully last' child. She was here with her husband who was looking for a new printing company to bring out the magazine articles he and his employees were writing. While you were talking, waiters had already brought out the three-course meal and collected every bit of cutlery that was left, leaving only the glasses filled with alcohol on the table.

In the middle of your shared talk, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder,

"Are you okay?" You turned to the side, coming to sight with the dark familiar pair of eyes looking at you carefully.

"Yeah," you nodded softly, feeling a small smile grazing your lips, making him do the same.

"Do you want something to drink?" Nodding towards the empty glass in front of you, "There's a bar back there. I can get you something." Looking around, you found what he was talking about. The neatly kept counters, bartenders serving drinks from behind them. You shook your head,

"No, don't worry. I can get it myself," and stood up only for a hand on yours stopping you,

"No, no, sit down. I'll get it." He insisted, but you pushed him down by his shoulder,

"I can do it," staring directly into his eyes, "What do you want?"

"Nothing, I'm good, thank you." Before completely leaving the table, you caught an older man from the table laughing at Wonwoo,

"Never fight about the independence of a woman, Mister Jeon." Making you smile as you made your way towards the bar.

If you had to stay here for longer, which currently seemed to be the case, you'd at least make the best out of it and use the free menu of liquor.

One of the bartenders rushed to you as soon as he saw you approaching the counter, taking your order and getting to it within seconds. While you were waiting, another silhouette showed up next to you.

"A beautiful woman like you is a CEO? Why not a model?" You looked to your left, encountering a young man, who couldn't have been much older than you, that was now leaning on the countertop as well. The pick-up line almost made you throw up and if this had been a club, you would've exactly known how to react, but this was a prestige event, so you had to stay professional and civil.

"Thank you, but I'm not interested," you shook him off, hoping this would make him leave. Of course, it didn't.

"Who says I'm interested? Can't give women compliments these days?" He simply wondered, slurring his words and chuckling to himself. 100% drunk.

"You can," you nodded, "Just not like that," and immediately shook your head afterwards.

The man rolled his eyes, "Then may I ask what company the beautiful lady in front of me is from?"

You leaned over, trying to see if the bartender was almost done, but you couldn't find him, so you continued smiling forcedly at him, "Oksan & Co."

He started mumbling and thinking to himself, "Oksan & Co, Oksan & Co..." repeating the name over and over again before the light inside of his brain seemed to have turned on, "Oh! Right. Jeon's new company."

Everyone really does know him.

"That's the one." You smiled, still waiting for the drink.

"And what do you there? You can't be CEO because that's already Jeon. So what are you?" He just wouldn't shut up. Your started shaking your legs impatiently, your fingers tapping on the stone top you were leaning on.

"COO," you quickly answered, finding the bartender who was making his way back to you.

"COO," the man repeated, "As if," a salty chuckle tumbled from his lips.

"As if what?" You took the drink into your hands but were suddenly more interested in the attitude that guy was giving you. You can put men into their place and still stay polite, you just have to try it. You can stick up to men that aren't your father. You've done it before, just do it again.

Words slurred out of his mouth but got interrupted by another voice that appeared a little too close to your left ear, making you jolt back, hitting a hard chest,

"Hey." Wonwoo's hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you as he smiled down at you and then at the man in front of you.

"Jeon!" The drunk man shouted, "Damn... I never thought I'd ever get to see you ever again." Greeting him with the typical bro-hug that looked way more uncomfortable to Wonwoo than it did to him, making you chuckle. You moved over, slightly more to the side, but felt a soft touch on the middle of your back to keep you right where you were.

"You're already CEO I heard," he congratulated the man behind you who nodded with a fake smile plastered on his face,

"You heard right."

"And the first thing you do is get yourself a hot assistant, I see, I see," he suddenly commented making you want to turn around. You tried doing that, and you would have been successful if it wasn't for the sudden gentle grab by your shoulders, keeping you close to Wonwoo. That definitely did not make your heart jump. No. No, it didn't. Why would it? Huh? No, it didn't.

"COO," Wonwoo corrected him, "She's the COO."

"Yeah," he started chuckling again, "That's what she said too." For a second there was silence before he continued out of the blue, "How well does she suck?" A disgusting and proud smile on the other man's face, making you gasp,

"Excuse me?!" You raised your voice, clearly too loud as you felt the man behind you keep you back, expecting you to lanch at the other CEO.

Wonwoo kept his cool, "What do you mean?" Continuing the conversation in his usual cold tone, making you scuff and fight his grip, which only led to him linking your arms together, and you give up.

The other man smiled, "Oh, come on, you know. How good was the head for you to make her the COO?" Not wanting to hear any more of the derogatory words that kept on coming out of his mouth, you grinned your teeth and started fighting Wonwoo's tight hold on your arm. It didn't seem to faze him much as he answered, pretending to think for a second,

"Hm...," letting his eyes scan the room, "I don't know to be honest", before looking ahead again, straight into the man's eyes, "But tell your mother that hers was great last night." Without waiting for a response that he wouldn't have gotten anyways as the guy was too shocked at the comment, Wonwoo dragged you away gently.

"Wh-," you stuttered, "What the fuck was that?" You freed yourself from his grip, coming to a halt on your way back to the table, standing in front of each other.

"What?" He questioned as if he didn't know what you were talking about. His face looked more tense than you had ever seen it before, making you slightly worry.

"That!" Pointing to the bar where the man was no longer to be seen.

He answered you, breathing heavily, "That's how you deal with men like that."

With your mouth slightly open, you kept switching gazing at him and the bar, "You can't just say things like that. Who knows who he's gonna tell that to."

The CEO shut his eyes and let out a heavy breath. "So you would've just let him continue talking to you like that?" He seemed enraged by what had happened, trying to calm himself down. Because yes, the scene had annoyed him, but what annoyed him, even more, was your opinion about his action.

"I don't need your help," you suddenly answered. It was a straight-up lie, yes. Would you confess to it though? No. Absolutely not. Wonwoo smiled with an annoyed eye roll, looking to the side,

"Clearly..."

The voice of Kang Beomseok joined you, "May I escort the lady for a dance," stopping right next to you, extending his hand towards you, but turning his head to the younger man's direction, who nodded and motioned for him to 'go ahead'.

You shook your head at the kind man, "I don't dance," but he had already gotten a hold of your hand, slowly dragging towards the dance floor.

"A woman can always do at least one dance," he joked. You turned around, a helpless look written all over your face as you found Wonwoo standing there, watching you with a smile, "You said you don't need my help." Were the last words you heard from him before you were too far away from him, and he got pulled to the side by the wife of the older man, making you chuckle. Karma.

Surprisingly, it was much less awkward dancing with Mister Kang. It felt more like you were enjoying some time with your grandfather that kept on running his mouth about the people around him, getting a laugh from you at every comment he gave.

"So," he started again, while you were swaying side to side in a comfortable distance, "You and Jeon Wonwoo? COO and CEO. Perfect match."

"Oh, no," you corrected him, "We're colleagues. We're... we're not... together in that way." He suddenly gasped, over exaggerating his facial expression, which made you giggle,

"What? Miss Yoon! How could you let that man suffer like that."

"Why suffer?" You chuckled.

"My wife and I could've sworn the two of you must've been together for at least a few years." He admitted.

Your curiosity suddenly lit up, "What made you think that?"

Kang Beomseok started explaining the situation from his point of view, "When you left to go to the bar, Mister Jeon's eyes never left you. Not even for a second. And when I turned around, I found out why," you wondering look made him continue. "Because of that man that came up to you. We were in the middle of a conversation when he excused himself, and I swear he almost RAN to stand next to you." A short moment was shared in silence, before he added, "I haven't seen a lot of men be like that, to be honest... that's something special. Even while we were talking and you were next to him, he would also try to steal a quick little gaze at you. Truly something special..."

"Why are you telling me this?" You whispered, surprised at what you had just heard. Your brain was still trying to comprehend the spoken words when he answered you,

"Because like I said, my wife and I could have sworn the two of you were a couple. We had no idea. But even now I already caught him looking at you twice."

"Huh?" You gazed at the man, who just smiled,

"My wife and Mister Jeon are only a few feet behind you," and waved to his partner. You wanted to turn around and see it for yourself, but he gave your hand a sudden squeeze, "Think about my words, alright?" He didn't even wait for an answer before spinning you around, letting go of your hand, making you bump into someone. You pressed your hands against the chest first, hoping to muffle the impact. With a quick look up, you came to sight with a familiar tie first, before seeing a smiling Wonwoo already glancing at you.

"Hi," he spoke quietly, using his deep voice.

"Hi," you greeted him back, suddenly shy by the look he was giving you. He got a hold of both of your hands and took them off his chest, only to let your right one rest in his left, while his right found its way to your back, keeping it on the highest possible position, where his palm wouldn't touch your skin.

"So," he started speaking, swaying from one side to the either, just like Kang Beomseok did with you, "I heard you don't dance."

Your heart had only started to recover from the scene at the bar before but was already starting to increase its beat again. Even with the kiss the two of you had shared a few days before, this seemed much more intimate. Much closer. You could, but didn't even dare to, rest your cheek against his shoulder, like most women would during a slow dance. Instead, you decided to play along to whatever he was doing, "Well, you heard correctly."

Wonwoo smiled at your answer, gripping your hand a little tighter before he leaned down, his mouth stopping almost directly next to your ear, "Then let me change that." And before you knew it, you were suddenly pushed away from him, his hand still holding on tightly to yours as he pulled you back in, spinning you around. The CEO grabbed your torso with one arm again, holding you close to him, as he crossed the floor with you with big steps, turning smoothly to the sound of the music playing. With one last spin, you were back, chest to chest, you looking up at him in shock, while he looked down at you, laughing at your reaction,

"Never do that again," you commented, still trying to make the world not spin anymore. Wonwoo started laughing, his chest and your hand on top of it shaking, making you hide your smile by pressing your lips to a thin line.

A comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you as you continued swaying side to side, the soft tunes of classical music filling the room, along with the chatter of the people around you. This wasn't a scene you could have ever imagined you'd find yourself in, so you didn't know what to do, other than to follow what he was doing. You wanted to speak, just say something that would get this silence away. But you couldn't because you couldn't even think of anything but starting a conversation about what had happened on Tuesday.

"See," his raspy voice interrupted your train of thought, "You do dance." You kept your eyes to the left, not wanting to come to sight with his eyes that continued starring at your side-profile,

"I'm only doing this because you're forcing me to."

"I would let go of you right now if you asked me to," he whispered softly. You didn't even budge. You didn't even let a muscle move in your body. He WOULD let go of you. Good to know. But you didn't want him to.

Wonwoo felt his lips curl up at your reaction of not doing anything to what he had just said. By the way, you were slow dancing and slowly rotating on the dance floor, his eyes fell to the older couple that had snatched you away from each other before. Both of them started smiling at him, sending him thumbs ups, making him chuckle, and you look up,

"What?" You wondered as you felt him laugh against you. He shook his head quickly,

"Nothing." And you didn't question it.

The music coming from the speakers had calmed you down, making you feel much more comfortable than in the beginning. You caught yourself moving your head slightly forward, letting your cheek rest against Wonwoo's shoulder - without your heels, you'd only be able to meet his chest with your face. The CEO looked down at you, watching the back of your head and your shining hair flowing down your shoulders. You relaxed again his form, letting out a big sigh, making him smile.

This moment didn't seem to end anytime soon as you shared another few seconds of silence. Suddenly he leaned down to be closer to your ear, “I know, I’m probably the last person you’d want to hear this from,” he whispered. Quietly, so you’d be the only one hearing the words that were only meant for you, “But I think you’re the most beautiful woman in this room right now.”

He felt your entire physique tense up against his body, your right hand that he was holding, giving his a quick squeeze unknowingly. You pulled your head away from him and met his eyes that were definitely too close. Trying to look for the lie in his gaze could go endlessly long because there was no lie. That man meant every single word that had just fallen from his lips.

Wonwoo’s eyes fell to your mouth that was slightly open from the shock of his confession. The intensity of the shared looks started becoming too much for you when you were finally able to look away, turning your head to the other side, grazing your cheek over his shoulder. You felt his chest move as a chuckle escaped from his throat, making you smile. His hand that he had kept on your upper back, making sure to leave it where the fabric of your dress was still against his palm, started moving lower. Slowly but surely, he tested how far you‘d let him go - and you weren’t going to stop him at any point. Wonwoo, himself, stopped before his hand could travel too far, letting it rest in a comfortable position on your lower back. What he didn’t know, was that the voices in your head had started screaming, begging, and pleading him to just move it a little bit lower. Just a little bit. And a little bit more.

“You hate me, right?” He suddenly asked. In this intimate moment, this man had the audacity to ask a question like that… he definitely knew how to use a moment...

“I…,” you breathed out, your voice shakier than you thought it would be, your mind still on the palm that you were feeling on your lower back, “What makes you think that?”

Wonwoo smiled, “Is that you’re way of saying you don’t?” Pushing his head back in hopes to see you looking up, which you did. With your eyebrows raised provocatively, you answered him, “I’m not saying I don’t.” Making the corners of his lips curl more. He lifted his head to look around the room as if he was searching for something, only to let his eyes rest on a different couple a few feet away from you.

With his glance still directed towards them, he dared to ask the question that had been playing on the tip of his tongue ever since he had gotten you into this position, “Would you be mad if I kissed you again?” You snapped your head to the right, finding him with the familiar grin gazing at you, waiting for a reaction.

You held back the smile that was daring to show on your lips while your eyes locked with his again, “Probably,” speaking softly to him.

He nodded, “Good.” That’s all the confirmation he needed to move your right hand, placing it on his chest, before his left one cradled your cheek in its palm, grazing his thumb over your blush and pulling you gently towards him, leaning down at the same time and meeting your lips for the second time ever since you had met. You melted into the kiss, your hand moving up higher to where his neck started, holding it in place there. Your lips moved against each other as you held your breath, still overwhelmed by what he was doing. The hand on your lower back pushed you closer even though you weren't sure how much closer the two of you could get.

His hand left your cheek, running it down your jaw to your neck, where he stopped, holding onto the back of it, letting a soft moan come from you. Your reaction assured him more of his action, feeling you not fight against him, but lean into what he was doing.

Your body was begging him to do more. Maybe it was the little amount of alcohol in your system, maybe it was the suppressed feelings of a touched-starved woman that hadn't ever got to be in a moment like that. To feel a man kiss you with more passion than you had ever asked for. For him to wait for the right moment to ask the right question and to only act with the consent and knowledge of your acceptance of his actions. And maybe it was a little bit of all of that. Whatever it was, you couldn't care less and just let your hands and lips move on their own.

-

A gasp left your lips as you felt the coldness of the stone wall on your back that Wonwoo had pushed you against. He closed the door hastily, locking it to make sure no one would disturb you.

Not wasting another second, he pushed himself up against you again, his hands tightly on your waist, your kisses messy and out of breath as your fingers played with his tie, tugging on it. He chuckled with his deep voice, pushing his head back, your lips distancing themselves from each other, but your noses still touching. His eyes met yours, both of your pair filled with lust and need as he whispered,

"Tell me when to stop." But you were quick to shake your head, breathing heavily as you swallowed the lump in your throat. His eyes widened, "No?" Afraid that he had gone too far. Your arms crossed behind his neck, planning on pulling him closer within the next few seconds,

"I'm not gonna tell you to stop," you whispered against his lips, making him smirk. Your eyes were shaking as the hold on your waist tightened and he pushed you up against him again, your lips finding their way back to each other, moving in a fast rhythm. Once his grip moved lower to your hips, he breathed out,

"Jump." Making you do just that. His hands held onto your ass as your legs wrapped around his midriff. He carried you for a few steps, over to the table he saw when the two of you entered what seemed to be some kind of janitor closet. Wonwoo let you down, you now sitting comfortably with him between your legs. His finger trailed down your naked leg, having found the slit in your dress, that he specifically asked the tailor to add. With his mouth still on yours, you felt his tongue graze over your lips, making open your mouth wider. Enough for him to let his tongue slip in, and you, using yours as well. The soft touches of his fingers had reached your ankle, where he grabbed it and pushed it up.

He suddenly freed you from his kisses, distancing his face from yours, gazing into your eyes before slowly getting down on one knee, making you suck in a breath as you felt your stomach flutter. Wonwoo kept his eyes on yours while his soft lips kissed your ankles, his hands holding onto your feet that were still in your black high heels. His mouth travelled up your leg, slowly, leaving a kiss after every centimetre that he got higher. Once he has reached your knee, he didn't stop and continued keeping his lips on your leg. With one quick pull, he moved your hips closer to the edge of the table. A gasp tumbled from your lips. You let your head fall back, feeling him go higher and higher, with no intention of stopping. His hand had found their way to your naked hips, pushing the red silk up. If you believed in a God, you thanked him for giving him the idea to put a slit in that dress.

Your fingers tangled into his hair once he was high enough, making him groan when you started pulling at it. His fingers wrapped around your underwear suddenly, tugging gently at it, as if to ask for permission, which is exactly what Wonwoo did. He straightened his back again after leaving one last kiss on your inner thigh, coming up to hover over you, his grip still on the lace you were wearing.

"May I take these off?" He whispered, making you shudder as you couldn't look away from his dark eyes that you were still able to see in the poorly lit closet. You nodded shakingly, which seemed to not be enough for him. "Use your words, Miss Yoon."

A gasp was very close to fall from your lips when he used your last name instead of addressing you by your first - not even in a situation like this did he.

"Yes," your voice quivered making him chuckle and after sending you a proud grin, he got back down on his knees, only to get pulled up by you, your fingers tugging on his hair. He groaned by didn't hesitate to press his lips back on yours as his hands yanked your panties off. You were about to raise your legs for him to pull them off, but his impatience got the best of him, and he decided to rip them into two halves. A shaky moan tumbled from your lips, as a quiet

"Sorry," rang through your ears. But you couldn't care less. With your arms around Wonwoo's neck, you pulled him as close as you possibly could, and got yourself to sit even closer to the end of the table, hoping to find some release of the friction. You felt the roughness of his pants rub against your core, making you moan into his mouth. As this was not enough for you, no matter how much you started moving your hips, you let your hands fall down, your fingers playing with his belt, opening it quickly before getting to work at his buttons. You fiddled with them for a little too long, making Wonwoo push your hands to the side and open his pants himself, letting them drop down his legs - his underwear doing the same thing. As soon as you heard his bottoms coming off, you let your eyes travel down, breaking away from the heavy make-ou session.

You found his hard length sticking up, almost hitting his stomach making you gulp. Not for long did you leave your gaze on his cock as a finger underneath your chin made you lift your head again,

"Eyes are up here, Miss Yoon." You blushed at his comment, hiding it by pulling him in by his tie, making him chuckle against your lips. Your legs captured him, not letting him go anytime soon, but suddenly he quit again, looking down and patting his suit jacket, "Ah fuck," he breathed out.

"What?" You wondered.

"I don't have-" and you immediately understood,

"I'm on the pill, it's okay." You shook him off, trying to pull him closer again, but he stopped you with a tight grip on your hips.

"Are you sure?" His kind eyes, filled with darkness and lust, made you almost moan out loud, but there was no time to fall for them, so you just nodded quickly,

"Jesus, yes, just fuck me," clearly out of breath and annoyed at how long this was taking. Your whining made him grin,

"Impatient, I see," Wonwoo commented, keeping his eyes on you instead of continuing with what he was doing. The intensity of his stare made you slap his arm, irritated by his actions. It only made him chuckle again, before he let his finger glide over your clit without warning, making you jolt up and moan, your eyes still interlocked.

He shut you up by placing his lips back on yours, your arms pulling him as close as possible. The CEO continued rubbing the tip of his index and middle finger around the bud, getting nothing but whines and moans from you, feeling your hips starting to grind against his movements. His fingers moved down your slit, stopping at your entrance as he switched to using his middle and ring finger, slowly pushing them inside.

You shuddered. Your fingernails scratched his neck as you raised your legs, your heels carving into his lower back with every centimetre that he went deeper.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned into your mouth as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, them grazing your walls along with the motions of your hips.

"Then just put your cock inside of me already," your impatience and neediness were killing you, along with the man that could go on teasing you about it for as long as he'd like.

Wonwoo chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the room, "Your foul mouth's gonna be the death of me."

"Fuck you," you exclaimed, looking at him with a frown. He sent you one last grin before pulling his fingers out and replacing them immediately with his hard dick, that was just waiting to be inside of you.

You threw your head back as a loan moan escaped your throat, your nails digging into his shoulders. He immediately picked up his pace, having already waited long enough, not wanting to waste any more time to fill you up. You pulled yourself up, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder while his hands helped you keep up with the rhythm that he was going at by pushing your hips along with it.

"AH," you shouted out, "FUCK!" Making him groan into your neck as he started kissing it up and down. You could feel every vein of his cock moving against your walls that were hugging him so tightly, letting him know that there was no way he could last for too long.

"Jesus, you're so fucking tight," he moaned into your ear. The feeling of the heels of your shoes drilling into his back made him pick up his speed, hoping to get you as close as he was as soon as possible. You let one of your hands hold onto the table you were sitting on, trying to let it help you raise your hips better and at a quicker pace, without needing the CEO to pick them up whenever he slammed his cock inside of you.

"Fuck, Wonwooo," you whined out loud, your voice sounding magical to him as he heard you yell out his name in ecstasy.

"Oh, we're going by first names now?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning back to capture your eyes with his, finding you in your fucked out state, making him want to kiss you immediately again. You rolled your eyes at him, which made him chuckle and push himself up against you. He wished he could rake his palms over your entire body but without his tight grip on your hips, you wouldn't get done as quickly as he wanted to, and he felt the need to release very soon. Your arms interlocked behind his neck again as you started moaning into his mouth. You wanted to feel him as close as possible, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples coming in touch with the friction.

"Y/N," Wonwoo groaned, "Shit..." capturing your lips into another harsh kiss as he felt your walls slowly tightening around him.

"I-I'm gonna cum," your high-pitched whine rang through his ears making him moan out loud,

"Fuck, yes," he kept on going at the same harsh pace with his hips, "Come on. Cum for me." With every push inside of you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

The small room was filled with your groans, whines, your skin slapping against each other, and the sound of your wetness daring to spill out of you. All of this brought the two of you to moan loudly.

Not much later, you felt Wonwoo's fingers digging into your hips, making you groan in pleasure and pain, as in the next second, he filled you up with his cum, jolting up with a loud groan, continuing his movements as he muffled his sounds with a kiss.

Only two seconds later, the intensity of your own orgasm shot through your body, your hands tightening around his neck as your body felt limp against his, only moving because of his still tight grip on you. Your heavy breathing mixed with your whining that kept falling from your lips was the only melody he wanted to hear at this moment. Wonwoo's hands dropped you to sit back on the table properly as his palms found their way back your waist, gliding up and down the silk fabric. You raised your hand, your fingers running through your hair, pushing it away from your face,

"Oh, fuck..." you breathed out and closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing just as Wonwoo's dick exited your pussy, leaving you feeling empty.

Once you opened them again, you found no one in front of you anymore, only jolting up in surprise as you felt soft fabric running over your still sensitive core. You straightened your back and sat up, looking down to see Wonwoo back on his knees. In his hand was a piece of red fabric that he was using to clean up every drop that kept on gushing out of you. You chuckled at the sight, even though you shuddered whenever he purposely grazed your clit,

"I never thought I'd ever see you on your knees like that." You couldn't hold yourself back from commenting on his position. A smug smile played on his lips. Wonwoo waited until nothing of his cum, mixed with yours, was left, before standing up again, cleaning his fingers up with the same piece of fabric and putting it back into his chest pocket - so that's where he had that from all of a sudden, you wondered.

He brushed over his attire as you noticed that he had also put on his pants again, looking as if nothing had happened. Well, except for his dishevelled hair that you couldn't get enough from.

The CEO closed your legs by pushing them together, grabbed you by your hips, and lifted you up, only to put you down on your feet again. As soon as he noticed you buckling from the aftereffect of your orgasm, he placed your hands on his shoulders, leaving him to hold onto the table behind you, trapping you between his arms. His face was as close as it had been a few times before, staring into your soul with his dark eyes,

"There's not a lot of people I'd get down on my knees for." He admitted with a wicked grin on his lips. His confession made you gulp, not taking your eyes off of him.

The finger of his right hand followed your hairline of the side of your face, pushing one strand behind your ear, "May I take you home?"

You raised your eyebrows, "You want to take me home? To my place?" Unsure as to why he would let the night come to an end all of a sudden, but his smile let you know otherwise,

"No, not your home. My home." He captured your chin, rubbing his thumb across your lower lip, "Let me take care of you," taking a small step closer to you, "Let me put you down on a bed, kiss every single inch of your body. Strip you out of this tight dress." Letting his other hand rake over the red silk.

You thought for a second, before answering, "I still don't like you." You couldn't even fully convince yourself of your statement, but it made him chuckle in his deep voice,

"You can dislike me all you want after that." Keeping his eyes directly on yours.

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[thespineoftherighteous]

Dan and Matt, Matt and Dan I'm thinking *thoughts*

he does the thing where he'll pull her hair through her necklace or scarf or whatever and he pats down her curls when the wind throws them around

it never gets old for them to see each other all dressed up for banquets and shit

like, Matt will be fussing with his collar and Dan walks in with Allison and he'll just stop and be like "damn." and Dan will jut her hip out and pose and then she'll go up to him and fix his collar and be like "you don't look so bad yourself".. and Allison will brush past them while digging through her purse and be like "yeah yeah y'all are happy we get it"

(really she's their #1 fangirl)

height. difference.

he loves to spin her around

actually, the moment Dan fell hard for him was right after the foxes had won a game (pre-kevin and pre-neil, so a win was really something) because of a move Dan had pulled in the last few seconds and when she moved towards him to accept congratulations he just picked her up and spun her. and then put her down very quickly, took a huge step back and started apologizing. (they got together that night. now he can spin her around to his heart's desire)

her thing is that she'll walk up behind him and slip her hands under his shirt and press her forehead against his back between his shoulders

Matt is extremely ticklish and cannot control his reflexes which is horrible for when they're sleeping in the same bed and Dan accidentally nudges his foot or his side and is immediately attacked by a flying elbow or knee (a horrible way to be woken up in the middle of the night)

also Matt sometimes has dreams that he's on the court and every so often he'll jerk like he's acting out a move and has sent Dan tumbling out of bed more than once (also not a great way to be woken up)

for what it's worth, though, he is an excellent cuddler. A+. five stars. 10/10.

Dan has proven a million and one times that she can handle her own fights and although Matt respects her enough to not fight her battles for her, he (sometimes without even realizing) always gets a little bit more aggressive on court to whoever was being a jackass to her at the last banquet

(Dan sees this and loves him all the more for it)

Matt's mother adores Dan (Matt is actually his mother's fourth favorite Fox: first Aaron then Dan then Renee then Matt..he's tied with Kevin)

Matt is someone to start thinking of their future together hella early but Dan is the one to accidentally let slip a "when we're married" and then freeze. when she looks at Matt to see his reaction though he has a massive grin on his face and makes a continue gesture and says "yes? when we're married...?"

also they're just like. best friends. they're always horsing around with Allison or daring each other to do stupid shit or bickering over movies

they also frequently have what are basically double dates with Kevin and Neil in the girls room whenever there's an exy game on. because, after Kevin and Neil, Dan and Matt are the most into exy as a sport and actually keep up with the pros. the other five might join them every so often but Dan Kevin Matt and Neil are regulars. Kevin used to just watch games on his laptop by himself or with Neil but Dan invited him and it's better like this. and they get proper into it with Dan and Kevin yelling at the TV and Matt and Neil leaning forward in their seats, bodies tense.. they have a good time

before Dan, Matt was the kind of kid who like fell in love three times a week. every time he so much as caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl or got complimented by a charming guy he'd just be like uh huh this is it I've met my person (always lighthearted, always one sided-- his "person" was never aware of their relationship)

when he fell for Dan, though, he was like proper sick. he could barely talk about it and it would take just one glance at him to tell that he was completely gone for her. all his friends that had known him pre-psu could immediately tell that it was different because the kid was utterly lovestruck

I'll stop for now but they're so good

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙧𝙮 || niki lauda x reader x james hunt

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : flirting with james shouldn’t have been a problem, because you and niki weren’t even that serious anyways, right?  well, it turns out you are serious, but it also turns out not to be quite the problem you expected.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 2.8k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : smut (threesome, dubcon (slight), oral f and m receiving, dp/anal, spitroasting, slight degradation/dumbification, overstimulation, spanking), touch of angst, possessiveness, niki being mean (guys, it’s niki), pwp

based on a request by @creme-bruhlee which was based on a thing I told him I was working on which I wasn’t actually working on yet but then I casually wrote in one sitting when I was supposed to be doing my sleepover gah

                       You certainly didn’t like James Hunt.  After all, you were all but contractually obligated to hate him in solidarity with your boyfriend and his biggest rival, Niki.

But you did appreciate James— for his undeniable talent as a driver, and for what he brought out in your boyfriend.  Not just on the track, but at times like this as well.

It started rather innocently, at least as innocent as any press event could be.  Niki wore you proudly on his arm, for most of the interviews: you knew that a lot of this for him was simply a publicity ploy to improve his image, but it honestly didn’t bother you that much since it was partially for publicity on your part as well (you had your own career to advance, after all).

What bothered him, though, was when James started to suddenly chat you up, undeniably flirty but just to the level that it could almost be construed as polite.

He waited until Niki was pulled away for an interview and stood just behind the camera, asking you a million questions and finding dumb excuses to touch you: first it was something in your hair, then admiring your bracelet (Niki gave it to me, you told him; Twice now he’s shown that he has fine taste, James winked in reply) until he finally stepped closer and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Let me show you what a real driver can do, sweetheart,” he offered lowly, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against your temple, and you caught Niki leaving the interview suddenly in the corner of your eye.

“And let me show you what happens when you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Niki interrupted, shoving James back off of you before hitting him square in the jaw.  You gasped, as did the many reporters and drivers watching, but soon Niki’s attention was turned back to you, fire in his glare.

“Hey, I was just trying to be personable—” James defended as he held his face in his hand, but Niki ignored him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you behind him out of the press tent.

“Looks like the infamous Hunt/Lauda rivalry has come to a bit of a head, possibly over Lauda’s girlfriend—” you heard one of the reporters explain to a camera, but soon the buzz faded to silence as Niki took you further away.

“Where are we going, Niki?” you asked nervously, trailing behind him as best you could.

“Somewhere private where you can learn your lesson,” Niki answered, making you swallow dryly.  He wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to be in trouble with.

He found an empty garage and all but tossed you inside, pinning you to the wall at each shoulder.  

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, letting Hunt put his hands on you like that?” he hissed.

“I didn’t let him, he just did it!” you defended.

“Then you tell him to stop!” Niki explained, exasperated.  “Instead of standing right there, right in front of my face and doing nothing!  You can’t imagine how it feels to see another man put his hands on you— and that man...”

You hadn’t realized he cared about that sort of thing; you hadn’t realized he cared about you that much.  “I’m sorry, Niki, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re right about that,” he hissed, “it won’t happen again because you’re going to bend over that toolbox and learn not to test me."

You opened your mouth to protest and yet you were already doing it, feeling your cheeks burn as he pulled your dress up and rubbed his calloused hands over your ass and thighs.

A yelp jumped from your mouth when he hit you, but your thighs clenched together, too. "Now would be a good time to start apologizing," he suggested coldly.

"Niki, baby, I'm so so sorr— ah!" you whined again when he hit you even harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the garage.

"Do you want to flirt with him? Would you rather be his flavor of the week?" Niki interrogated.

"No! Just want you, I swear," you promised, biting your lip to hold back a moan when he hit you twice in a row.

"You'll have me," he promised. "You need to remember who you belong to."

If you weren't so desperate you would've probably protested to that language, but your panties were soaked from almost nothing at all and you were in no position to debate with him.

The sound of his uniform unzipping was like music to your ears, and you purred a little when he pulled your panties down your thighs slowly. "Are you enjoying this?" he realized. "It's supposed to be a punishment and still you're soaking wet. Is that for him or me?"

"You, Niki, fuck me, please," you whined, the sound shifting into a gasp as he pushed inside you roughly, a little too deep and a little too fast for how little you'd been prepared. It was usually some level of struggle to take him but this was a very new circumstance: now he was fucking you with a point to make, with a message to send. And you got that message loud and clear as he mercilessly pounded into you, nearly knocking over the toolkit you were bent onto. "Fffuck," you stammered, holding onto the aluminum for dear life while he grunted behind you.

"You can moan louder than that, no need to suppress yourself," he encouraged.

"They could hear us, they're not too far away—"

He spanked you again and you cried out, realizing he likely wanted them to hear you; he wanted those reporters to make sure everyone knew that you were his. "Tell them who's fucking you so good, hm? Tell them who you belong to."

"Niki," you sobbed, "yours, baby, I'm yours..."

Just then, the door to the garage swung open and you gasped at the sight of James Hunt. You tried to kick Niki away and cover yourself but he didn't budge— he didn't even stop fucking you, much to your humiliation.

"I'm a little busy here, James," Niki explained with a smug grin.

"I can tell— listen, if you're gonna make us all hear this, could you at least do it right?" James frowned. "Your girl has many talents but acting is not one of them."

"Are you saying this is a performance?" Niki realized.

"You'd be able to tell the difference if you'd ever heard a woman actually finish but with you, that's impossible," James laughed. "Smart move going from behind, though, spare her from having to look at—" James motioned to his face broadly— "this whole situation you have going on."

"If you think you can do better, Hunt, I'd love to see you try."

You started about a thousand questions but didn't finish any of them, and James grinned as he shut the door behind himself. "I told you I'd show you what a real driver can do, didn't I?" he addressed you, crossing the room to where Niki had you pinned down.

Before you could say anything (not that you knew what to say), James grabbed your hair and kissed you, not quite rough yet but completely dominating as his tongue slid over yours and tickled the roof of your mouth.

"You wouldn't be doing that if you knew where her mouth had been, James," Niki chuckled.

"That sort of shit doesn't bother me, Lauda," James explained once he'd broken his lips away from yours. "It's called confidence in my masculinity, look it up sometime. I know exactly what's been in her cunt, too, and I'm still gonna show her how a real man eats pussy."

You got a little nervous at the sound of that, but wetter as well.

Niki circled to face you, clutching your jaw and examining your expression carefully as James hungrily licked and sucked at your cunt.

"If you're going to eat her cunt then let me fill it with my come first, give you a little taste of victory, eh?" Niki joked, but James pushed him away and you whined slightly when your boyfriend's cock slipped out of you... but it was only a moment before James knelt behind you, swiping his tongue over your swollen bud and drenched opening as you purred.

"I hope your jaw isn't too sore, Hunt," Niki sneered.

"It's not," James assured with saccharine faux-sweetness before diving back in to taste you further.

James stopped to lean his head out to the side. "Think she likes the sound of that, Niki— she clenched down on my tongue real tight."

"If you come for him, you won't like what I'll do to you," Niki warned you harshly. "You won't sit right for a week, at least."

"Oh, I see," Niki smirked. "You want me to tear up that little ass... should've known, you have that look about you: the kind of girl who acts innocent in public but turns into a whore when the lights go out."

Yet again James caught you reacting to what Niki said, though this time he didn't need to announce it since your own moan gave you away.

"Go ahead and fuck her then, Hunt, and get her ass ready for me," Niki instructed. You were surprised when James obeyed, standing up and unzipping his uniform as well to start rubbing his cock over your dripping pussy.

"You want it, sweetheart?" James taunted. "Ask very nicely."

"Fuck me, James, please," you sighed, and he was much more gentle than Niki had been as he filled you, letting you savor every inch of his length.

"Sounds so lovely when you say my name like that, do it again," James demanded, slowly beginning to rock into you.

"James," you breathed, gasping when Niki pushed his cock against your lips; you could taste yourself on him and it turned you on even more.

"I think we can find a better use for your mouth than boosting James' ego, yes?" Niki groaned as he started to fuck your mouth, holding your head steady. "Certainly he doesn't need any more of that."

You moaned loudly around Niki's cock when James circled his finger around your tighter rim. The first knuckle pushed in and you felt your knees wobble. Then back out again, then to the second knuckle-- each twist of his finger he went a little deeper, he even went so far as to spit on your hole which made you choke from more than just Niki's cock down your throat.

"Your girl's gotta sweet little cunt, Niki," James groaned as he fucked you faster. "You should let your pit crew use her, too, give 'em a morale boost."

"Maybe I will if she doesn't behave for us today," Niki considered, weaving his fingers into your hair to start fucking your face more roughly.

Your legs threatened to give out with the way James was fucking you; your eyes rolled back in your head with a suppressed moan as Niki kept using your mouth.

Around the same time Niki pulled his cock out to rub it over your face, James pulled out to slap his swollen head on your clit.

Another finger pushed into your ass and you made a sound that you hardly recognized as your own. "If I had known you liked it up the ass so much, you would've never taken it anywhere else," Niki promised with a growl.

Once James decided both your holes were ready, they seemed to have no trouble at all manhandling you into the position they needed— surely it was the first time you'd ever seen them work together— and soon you found yourself balanced on James' lap while Niki found his place behind you.

"Do you think you can take us both, sweetheart?" James taunted as you felt both of them teasing your holes.

"Well, I've never been fucked by two massive dicks before," you admitted, "and you have big cocks, so..."

"I'll miss that wit of yours when you become a mindless, drooling fuckdoll in the next two minutes," Niki stated plainly.

It only took ten seconds.

Your hands weakly held onto James' shoulders as you bounced on top of him, moaning lowly as you were filled beyond what you thought possible. Niki had to hold your waist to help guide you, occasionally thrusting forward to fill your ass with every inch of him.

"Ah, fuck," you moaned, reaching beside you to grab Niki's forearm in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

James tore your dress down the front and latched onto your tits, sucking hard and even letting his teeth graze one nipple while Niki used his free hand to pinch the other.

Even when your eyes fell shut and your brain was totally empty, you could tell them apart just by touch. It was Niki sucking a mark on the side of your neck, but James grabbing a rough handful of your ass. It was Niki that reached around to rub your clit, but James that nibbled and sucked on your earlobe while whispering things so dirty that your face burned hot.

"We can both feel it when you come, do it again," Niki demanded just before your third hit you.

"Give us a good squeeze, sweetheart, wanna feel that cunt milk me," James agreed.

"I-I'm coming," you gasped as your head fell back, both of them laughing and cooing proudly.

"There she goes."

"Good fucking girl."

"Gets tighter every time."

You only regained your ability to tell who said what when you felt Niki's lips against your ear, his voice soothing your aching, quivering body. "You want to be full of come, don't you?" he presumed, and you nodded sleepily. "We'll fill you as deep as we can, and you need to keep it in you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Niki," you agreed softly.

They picked up their pace and you felt like a ragdoll as they thrust into your limp body, chasing their highs as recklessly as always until you lost your voice from moaning so loud.

James finished first, though you imagined this was one race he would’ve preferred not to win.  He bit down on your shoulder as he filled you, hard enough to leave a mark which you knew would anger Niki when he realized it.

"Tell me who you belong to," Niki pleaded one last time, coming inside you the moment you answered "you, Niki."

And then it was just the three of you, standing there in a sweaty jumble of limbs, catching your breath and trying to process what had just occurred.

“Do you think we can get out of here without too many reporters seeing?” Niki asked James.

“I’m going to worry about getting out of the girl first, then the building,” James decided, and the two of them helped lift you onto your numb legs, your body slow to recover from the onslaught of sensations that had been forced on you this long.  If anything was more jarring than being filled by both of them, it was both of them pulling out at once.  Come leaked out of you from more places than you cared to admit, and since James had torn your dress, Niki gave you his uniform to wear which left him in only the undershirt and boxers he wore beneath.

“I can’t believe I’m getting your spunk on my uniform right now, Hunt,” Niki grimaced, making James laugh as he zipped himself back up.  Funny enough, he looked the most normal after all this of the three of you; maybe because he always had that ‘just had some freaky sex’ look about him.  You and Niki were a bit newer to the game, so you didn’t wear it as well, but honestly you thought he looked pretty cute with his curls all messed up from when you’d run your fingers through them.

“Well,” James announced with a puffed chest and proud smile, “next time you two are having a lover’s spat, give me a call and I’ll lend a hand or cock as needed.  But I think I’ll take my leave now.”

What do you say after something like that?  Apparently the answer is nothing, considering you just nodded slightly and Niki gave him an awkward wave as he disappeared out the door with the nonchalance as his arrival.

Plunged into silence, you glanced over at Niki who was already staring at you.  “So?” he asked.  “Was he better?”

“No,” you answered right away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Relief washed over you when he pulled you into an embrace and kissed your forehead; you couldn’t think of the last time he was so affectionate.  “Let’s get back to the track and find you a new dress, hm?” he suggested.  “One that James Hunt absolutely won’t get his hands on.”