#he's so damn handsome even when he's being bitchy

[dreamsteddie]

There is an AITA out there that I can't find but it's been haunting me for weeks with visions of semi-angsty Steddie that I need to release onto the world. (If anyone happens to know what I'm talking about hit me up and I'll link it)

Edit: @jazzathebunny found the original AITA from Reddit linked Here for anyone who wants to read it. I'm definitely not doing exactly the same premise but this was my jumping off point 😊

Part Two! ------

Modern AU, Eddie and the guys are a moderately successful local band in the Chicago area playing gigs on the weekends and doing small tours whenever they all have the time. Gareth and Jeff are both in college while Eddie and Freak are both working part-time at a game store. Eddie managed to lock down that assistant manager position that lets him work 30 hours a week with weekends off for gigs. All in all, it's a pretty sweet deal and they can't complain.

Eddie had sworn off dating after a small handful of disastrous relationship attempts in their first year in the city. He dismisses any advances from people who attend their shows and tries not to think about how much he wants to make a genuine connection with someone and have something real. He's been burned one too many times to try and make something with someone he met in a bar or at work.

He knows the guys talk about it behind his back sometimes, he catches Jeff and Gareth fervently whispering to each other and stopping when they catch him entering the room one time too many to not suspect they're talking about him and he can't think of anything else going on in his life that they would feel the need to whisper about.

The fervent conversations take a slight uptick one day and about a week and a half after they do, Gareth hits him up and tells him he wants to set Eddie up with a guy from one of his classes. At first, Eddie is skeptical and cites all the reasons why he doesn't want to try with anyone right now but eventually, Jeff jumps in to plea the case and Freak jumps in on top of that and under the combined weight of his best friends he agrees to meet up with this Steve guy.

The guys set up the whole thing and before Eddie knows it it's Saturday night and he's wearing his best black jeans and a gray button-down, untucked, to go on an honest to God blind date like his life is some low-budget romcom.

Steve is not at all what Eddie thought he would be. Not the kind of guy he thought his friends would pick out for him given they know he usually goes for other alternatives like himself. Steve, who is shyly waving him over and getting out of his seat to great him, is the very epitome of prep. Well-fitted polo, light blue chinos, and what Eddie assumes this guy thinks are casual loafers. He's handsome to be sure, a 12/10 at least with perfect hair and defined biceps but Eddie is fairly sure he's being punked.

But, Eddie doesn't want to be rude so he goes to meet Steve at the table, confirming just in case that he's actually here to meet with a guy named Eddie. Steve gives him a bit of a confused look, saying that Gareth showed him a couple pictures of Eddie before he agreed to meet and figured he'd done the same for Eddie off Steve's Instagram. Gareth had, in fact, not done anything of the sort but they both dismiss it and get on with their date.

In all honesty, Eddie is expecting it to be a complete wash, but it turns out that even if Steve is not at all what Eddie would have previously said what his type, Steve is damn near perfect. He's funny, kind, a little bitchy, and even though he proves himself to be every bit the sports nerd he looks like he doesn't turn his nose up at Eddie's own much more classically nerdy interests. By the end of the date, Eddie has a new type and that type is Steve Harrington. He's quick to lock down a second date for the next weekend which Steve happily agrees to. They exchange numbers and Steve gives Eddie a chaste kiss on the cheek that has him floating all the way home.

Steve texted him that next morning letting him now he had a great time and is really looking forward to their next date and Eddie thinks this might be the start of something big for him. When he gets to practice he's clearly still floating on cloud nine and in his own little world designing their marriage invitations and matching tombstones so he doesn't notice the sly grins on his bandmates' faces.

"So...how'd it go last night? Everything you dreamed it would be?" Gareth asks, a strange glint in his eyes that Eddie doesn't clock.

Eddie goes on and on about how nice Steve was and how he might be The One, thanking Gareth profusely. Freak looks pleased for him, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder in congratulations but when Eddie finally tunes back into the real world he's greeted by Gareth's livid expression and Jeff's overly concerned one.

He asks the guys what the fuck is up and it turns out that Gareth and Jeff set this whole thing up as a prank of sorts. Eddie was never supposed to hit it off with Steve who Gareth selected specifically because he's a "totally brain-dead prep" and as far away as someone could get from Eddie's previous relationships. He was supposed to be someone Eddie could go on a date with and not form a connection with without getting completely burned at the end like all his previous relationships in the hopes of getting him out of his slump.

Jeff was in on it as well. He wanted to get Eddie back out there, so when Gareth presented the plan he sat in on a couple of Gareth's general credit business class sessions to help pick the guy out.

After Jeff and Gareth finish explaining he does a complete 180 and just...leaves. In any other situation, he would be raging and verbally tearing his friends a new asshole but instead, he completely disengages and walks out the garage door, ignoring his friends' shouts to come back.

He goes back home, socked and hurt and so very confused about how the hell he found himself in this position when his phone lights up.

New Message: Steve H.

Fuck.

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Part two coming soon??? Maybe???? We'll see.

[star-sim]

shhh! ☆ jayhoon

☆ non-idol! jay x fem! reader, non-idol sunghoon x fem! reader ☆ summary: your secret relationship with him (& how you get caught!) ☆ genre: fluff, bullet points ☆ warning(s)? noooo

jay ☆

okay... hear me out

school au, where you and jay are the class co-presidents

and i'm not talkin goody two shoes dutiful co-presidents

IM SAYING TYRANNICAL CO-PRESIDENTS

you and jay were the class co-presidents, but you two were also the biggest most arrogant ASSHOLES

like somehow you guys have been put into office 3 years in a row

and even though people lowk hate you both, theyre more scared of ygs than anything

yk how in some animanga there's that corrupt student council trope... thats you and jay

threatening people, bribery, blackmailing, using lackeys....... nothing crazy but yall are NOT clean goody two shoes

im just saying... yall have SO MUCH power and influence

everyone is like legitimately afraid of ygs

on the outside you and jay seem to have an exclusively business relationship

to everyone, you're two power-hungry assholes who use each other to achieve their goals

at council meetings you and jay talk very cordially and formally, everytime you're seen together, you guys always whisper to each other briefly, before putting on your painfully fake smiles again and barely ever speaking to each other again

but behind closed doors....

yall are DATING dating

who knew that you, the condescending bitchy co-president, and jay, the most arrogant bastard of a co-president, were ALL FLUFF FOR EACH OTHER???

you and jay do such a good job of concealing your relationship that there's rumors that you and him actually secretly hate each other

heck, there's even a rumor that you'll stab him in the back later this term

after council meetings, you and jay stay back to "discuss private matters"

yall know damn well that's not what's happening

the moment that your snooty class treasurer shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone, jay's already pushing you against the wall

imagine.... makeout sessions in empty classrooms, and coming out with messed up uniform, swollen lips, and suspiciously timed breathlessness

jay would LOVE it if you grabbed onto his uniform tie and yanked him toward you, he gets the butterflies big time

whenever you pull jay aside to whisper something into his ear, everyone assumes that you're telling him about some confidential or urgent student council matter

nope!! 90% of the time it's you whispering "you look so handsome" "i love you" "let's go on a date later" "i want to kiss you so bad" good lord

and the best part??? whenever you do this, both you and jay keep the straightest, most solemn faces, even though jay is 100% screaming and giggling and kicking his feet inside

and let's be fr right now.... you guys DEFINITELY hold hands under the table

like there will be a meeting about whatever and you and jay are just playing with each other's hands under the table

i think you've almost been caught multiple times but no one necessarily suspects that there's something between you two

everyone genuinely thinks that yall are just some cold-hearted power freaks, too cold to love anyone LOL

the amount of times that you guys accidentally left the door unlocked and someone barged in....

to be clear just bc you and jay are head over heels in love with each other does NOT mean that you guys still aren't crazy assholes

sometimes you guys purposefully don't lock the door and play something that jay likes to call "kissing roulette"

basically, you and jay leave the door unlocked and make out on a busy day when there's a lot of people still roaming the halls, whoever pulls away first out of fear of being caught loses!

you always end up winning lol

i also think that some people are just stupid because there are actually SO many signs of you and him having something

like tell me why jay is out here pulling you close up against him, hands around your waist and all, to whisper something in your ear and the first thing that people think is "oh i think they hate each other"

now..... how ygs get caught: i think you and jay decided to keep your relationship private for the sake of preserving it, like ppl talk too much and they wanna get in the way or wtv

like business must go forward even if you and jay were on top of each other mere seconds ago

like i have emphasized earlier, you and jay were lowk tyrannical

you don't know how it happened but someone in the council leaked one of the being discussed

you and jay didn't really think it was that serious but apparently everyone else was

like.... some of your classmates got HEATED LMAOAO

anyways so you and jay are just having another one of your... ahem... after school sessions

and lets just say that this particular session was errr very passionate... you missed your boyfriend okay?

it was hard to act like jay pracitcally didn't exist when all you wanted to do was kiss him every second of the day

so here you were, between jay's legs with him pressed up against some bookshelf of an empty classroom

his shirt's collar is messed up, probably with lipstick stains all over it

you have his tie scrunched up in your fist, while his hands find the hem of your uniform skirt (😋)

completely unbeknownst to you there's a whole group of students in your year marching around school lookign for you two

apparently to "give the presidents a piece of their mind"

you and jay are LITERALLY about to go a step further (🤭) when the door FLIES OPEN

AND OH MY GOD

THERE'S JUST SO MANY OF THEM

like particular session you SWORE YOU LOCKED THE DOOR

like that little group of kids were about to start yelling at you to "reconsider your decisions" but they were rendered SPEECHLESS

GAGGED EVEN

because like..... THE TWO CO-PRESIDENTS WHO SUPPOSEDLY SEE EACH OTHER AS MERE TOOLS WERE........ MAKING OUT IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM??????

you and jay are just standing there, still against each other against the bookshelf dissheveled and all, like 😧😧

"s-sorry!" it seems like the sight of you two getting all intimate scared the shit out of those little protestors BECAUSE THEY JUST RAN AWAY AFTER THAT

the next day you and jay are the talk of the school

jay is getting pats on his back from dudes who he literally does not know

"AYYYY YOU BAGGED THE HOT PRESIDENT!!!"

and hes like "? do i know you"

and suddenly all the girls are sitting you down with cups of tea to ask you about the story of you and jay

"please girl we want to know all the tea"

???? weren't they just gossiping about you yesterday

it seemed like everyone was weirdly supportive??

like over night everyone seemed to like you guys a little bit more??

somehow yall become the it couple

i dont think jay and you immediately get more affectionate

but jay definitely takes advantage of this

and randomly kisses you throughout the day

sunghoon ☆

you and sunghoon work in the same department, under the same supervisor, in the same office, at the same table, with the same tasks, with the same pay and same skills

yet only one of you is deemed the company's #1 loser and the other the company's sweetheart

guess who ☠️

well sunghoon is definitely NOT the company sweetheart

ding ding ding! if you guessed that he's the loser you are correct

sunghoon's quiet, and gets his job done efficiently with little trouble

he doesn't mean to make people uneasy with how quiet he is

but sunghoon genuinely does not like anyone enough to be talkative, nor does he want to try to make any friends

emo ass

on the other hand you're the company's joy

everyone wants to hang out with you after work

you're the first person invited to work parties, even when it's from different departments, every guy in that office has had a crush on you at some point

you know damn well the interns are obsessed with you

absolutely NO ONE would expect the residential hot girl to be going home with THE biggest loser every night

but alas look where we are

you and sunghoon were dating waaay before either of you got a job here

you guys decided to keep your relationship secret to avoid any HR complaints or snoopy people

and it was a bit of a struggle

do you have any idea how hard it was for sunghoon to watch every man try to shoot his shot with you and NOT start screaming?

sunghoon really tried to not let his personal life interfere with his professional life

but JINWOO FROM THE SALES DEPARTMENT WAS LITERALLY ASKING YOU OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM

and it was hard for you, too

having people swarm you for after-work plans was a mess

each time, you said that you were going to stay late to finish some extra work, and if you had time you'd join them

you never did

all of your work friends tried to set you up on dates with their own friends

"cmon it will be fun! get out a little!"

and every time you had to politely tell them that you were not looking for a relationship for the time being (only for you and sunghoon to pass silly love notes at the water cooler)

oh sorry did you not hear that?

YOU AND SUNGHOON PASS SILLY LOVE NOTES AT THE WATER COOLER!!!!!

it’s always the most random ripped pieces of paper with the silliest love notes

like you will rip up a spare legal document nd write “if u were a fruit you’d be a fineapple”

sunghoon tho is the type up a whole document and print it out, it’s filled top to bottom in silliness and he hands it to you like it’s an official important document 😭

every morning he makes you coffee and brings it to your desk

lers be real ppl suspect things

NOT ON YOUR PART BUT ON YOUR BEHALF

like everyone thinks that sunghoon is this loser that’s in love with you ☠️

i mean cmon… weird quiet guy that talks to no one but makes coffee every morning for that One Hot Girl???

the workplace gossips have a field day w it

in their eyes, it’s really pathetic because sunghoon is this weirdo and ur this hot woman and he’s in love with you oh my gosh this is so embarrassing for him 😭🙏🙏

they keep telling you stuff too

“omg did you see the way sunghoon looked at you?”

“he’s so weird, it’s so obvious that he liked you”

"this is so embarrassing [name] you need to reject him before he gets too eager" FREE HIM

little do they know that when you and sunghoon stay a little bit later than everyone else sometimes, the office becomes really empty

kissing in empty offices… thats it, that’s the tweet

otherwise there's a lot of other small things that you do with/for each other 

when no one's around in the break room, you love to creep up on him and give him a back hug

it scares the shit out of him but the moment that he realizes that it's you he melts right away

idk how ppl didn't notice yet

one time your washing machine malfunctioned so both you and sunghoon's white dress shirts were dyed a subtle pink color

you came into work both wearing your dyed shirts and no one stopped to think "hm why do these people both have washing machine malfunctions that malfunctioned in the exact same way?"

tbh you and sunghoon are just vibing

other than sunghoon needing to conceal his wrath every time someone flirted with you and you having to hide your increasing irritation with the amount of party invitations you got

can i just say tho

being coworkers w sunghoon is a dream

imagine what happens when yall get home tho

i know the gossip goes CRAZY… you both hate your boss so every conversation you have about him rips him a new one

now... how you guys get caught

two words: work dinners

you and sunghoon never go to them

because like... why would you want to hang out with your coworkers when you have each other?

and when you do go to them, you never really have fun

other than eating and chatting a bit you never drink or really open up…. again, because you have sunghoon... why do u need anyone else

same for sunghoon, except he literally never looks like he wants to be there so people are already reluctant to invite him

but there's this one particular work dinner that you and sunghoon are both unable to get out of

it's been a long and tiring week, both of you want to go home and take a nap together but your team had other plans

sunghoon is annoyed, yes, but hes like whatever at least there's you with him

you? youre LIVID

youre barging into that work dinner with a storm cloud around you

you have to deal with coworkers who lack boundaries every day of the week and the one time you can escape them they march back in

youre not having it 😭

you ordered like 3 beers because you were so annoyed

and also bc sunghoon was there... if anything happened you knew that he would protect you

so here you were 3 beers down…. a liiiiittle bit tipsy

okay maybe a little bit MORE than tipsy… como se dice... drunk?

when jinwoo from the sales department comes up to you

sunghoon is sitting RIGHT next to you but jinwoo ignores him

"hi [name]"

you stare at him... thousand yard stare ahhh because your drunk ass does not have it in you to endure him ☠️

"what."

jinwoo DOES NOT TAKE THE HINT

"after this, i was thinking about going for karaoke. do you want to go with me?"

normally you'd be polite and decline

even if you were a little bit tipsy you'd normally just laugh and say no

but this time

with you boyfriend right next to you, with all your tiredness, with all your anger...

"fuck no," you say plainly

the way everyone gets quiet ☠️ ppl don't hear you swear that much

but the real thing that surprises them is when you pull sunghoon towards you, hugging his head to your chest

“i have a boyfriend and you’re shamelessly flirting with me”

while sunghoon is like “!!!!!”

everyone is staring liek WHAT???????

jinwoo from sales department is GAGGED BRUH

sunghoon immediately pulls away, all red in the faced

he grabs your hand and begins dragging you out the door

"sorry everyone she's drunk right now we'll be on our way!!" and yall leave

you don't remember anything so when sunghoon explains it to you, looking like a kicked dog, youre just like "okay and? whats the problem i put jinwoo in his place" #girlboss

you're the talk of the office

this still doesn't scare off your multiple suitors

but it does allow sunghoon is be a #hater fr

he's smug

[lilybarnesposts]

Hey have a Matt x reader request. Reader is pregnant and eats ice cream at 3am, Matt comes home from patrolling and wonders why reader is awake. When he wants some of the ice cream, Reader gets bitchy.

Hi! I love this idea and hope I did it justice! Please let me know of any and all mistakes I made and I hope you like it but lmk if not. I'm going to be working on being more active so please send in Asks! -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Ice Cream Matt Murdock x Reader Warning: Pregnancy, Matt Murdock. That's all I think tell me if I missed any! Female reader -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Normally when Matt was returning from Daredeviling you would be snuggled under the sheets in your shared bed, sound asleep snuggled into his pillow because it smelled like him, he’d undress, take a shower, put away his suit, then tend to any small injuries he sustained that night. Then he’d be able to climb into bed with you and let all his worries and cares melt away. 

This time he came home though was different. You were seven months pregnant and feeling it, unable to see your toes, constant back pain and so many other things you didn’t want to think about. Though through it all you couldn’t but be excited about bringing a new Murdock into the world. Matt was so excited to be a father and you a mother.

One thing that was constant through your pregnancy though was your craving for ice cream, so of course the only reasonable thing to do at three in the morning when you can’t sleep because you’re unable to get comfortable is to sit on the couch eating ice cream right out the carton. That’s exactly where Matt finds you when he climbs back into the apartment from the roof access. 

 “Sweetheart, what are you doing up,” he asks quietly and tiredly while removing his helmet. 

“Your child is moving too much and won’t let me get comfortable, plus we both wanted ice cream,” you reply and watch as Matt chuckles and drops his helmet carelessly onto the coffee table. Matt sits down next to you and puts one hand on your round belly and tilts his head the way you know he does when he’s listening for something. “You know she isn’t going to talk to you yet, right,” you ask while eating another spoonful of ice cream. “No, but I do believe she’s saying that her daddy should get a bite of your ice cream,” he says while reaching for the spoon. “Over. My. Dead. Body, Murdock,” You growl and jerk away from him before going back to eating. Matt tilts his head to look from your belly to your face. Even if you’re slightly annoyed with him, you can’t deny how handsome he is, and we won’t even start on his eyes that are consistently searching for yours. “You wouldn’t kill me, Mrs. Murdock, you love me too much and you know it.”

You scowl at him then sigh and hand him the spoon you’ve been using, because damn it, you do love him and you couldn’t imagine bringing a baby into the world with anyone other than your husband, Matt Murdock. Even if you didn’t want to share your ice cream.

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The girl down the road. (Part 1)

Summary:you were a bitchy, mentally unstable girl that found a man, an older man.

Warnings: mention of suicide, bad mental health, age gap (reader 17, Elvis 35) lmk if I missed anything xoxo.

My name was Dahlia Jean. I was born into a middle-class family. My home life was decent, and I had a lot of friends. I was adored by all of the boys and girls. But I was a bitch that got what I wanted, when I wanted. I was only seventeen, yet I walked the streets so mean. I was sexy and hot. Every guy would be drooling over me, and every girl would be jealous. I was a blonde, I had the perfect body, and I had the prettiest face. I would go out clubbing, drinking, smoking and even doing drugs. I did everything that a seventeen year old girl shouldn't be doing. The families that lived on my street thought that I was some hooker or prostitute since I wore revealing clothing. I would walk around in short shorts and the smallest crop tops, I liked to show off what I was proud of. Everybody knew who I was. I was the most known girl in town. But having a sexy body wasn't all easy. Boys would touch me inappropriately and whistle at me whilst I walked down the street. I had been sexually assaulted and r4ped more than once. I loved boys, but they only loved my body. I was constantly used for my body, especially when I was under the influence. No seventeen year old should have to go through that. I was the sex icon of the town. A lot of rumours spread about me, such as,

"Dahlia is pregnant!"

"Dahlia sleeps with everyone!"

"Dahlia is a slut!"

The rumours never ended. My mental health wasn't the best either. Since I was only used for sex I thought I had no worth, no point in being alive. I hated to admit it, but I was suicidal. I didn't think I belonged in this world, and my parents were disappointed in my reputation. I was known as the sassy slut next door.

I was out shopping with my girls. I was wearing high waisted short shorts and a long sleeved crop top. All of my other friends were covered up, I stood out. I was the prettiest in the group but I was also the most hated. My freinds secretly hated me, they were jealous, jealous of the life that I lived. Wait till they find out what happens behind closed doors. We walked like we owned the world, well I did. I always had I smile on my face to make people believe that I was happy, I was slowly dying inside.

As we walked, we came to a stop when we saw a group of teens and grown women surrounding a tall figure. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His hair was jet-black and his sideburns perfectly shaped his masculine face. He was very handsome. I heard the crown shout out a familiar name.

"Elvis please sign my autograph!"

All of my friends ran over to the huddle of people to join in. I didn't care, I had no motivation to do anything. Of course I knew who Elvis Presley was, but I had enough men that wanted me, I wasn't the one to chase men. They chased me. I just carried my shopping bags elegantly as I strutted past the huddle. My golden hair blew in the air, my long legs stood out, my heels clicked on the floor. Elvis looked up to see my godly figure. My drop dead gorgeous figure. I looked into his blue eyes, he started back at mine. I flashed him a cheeky smile as I walked past. The man looked star struck. He was practically drooling over me like a god damn dog. As I walked away, my smile faded into a resting-bitch-face. I plastered a smile whenever I saw anyone. I didn't want anyone knowing the real me, the young ,mentally unstable girl that lived inside of me. A load memories and thoughts broke into my head all of a sudden. They weren't good thoughts either. I walked into the women's toilets. A million thoughts crowded my head, my breath quickened. I was having another mental breakdown. These happened out of no where, usually when I thought about my fucked up life. I closed the door behind me. I ran to the sink and placed my bags on to the space next to it. Tears flooded down my caked up face. Mascara escaped my eyelashes and blush ran away from my cheeks. I leaned my elbows against the counter, my head in my hands as I sobbed. I played a role for everyone. I played the happy and confident girl that did what she wanted but deep inside I was fucked up, badly. My thoughts wanted me dead. My thoughts were dark and overwhelming, I couldn't help it. I cried and cried for a good ten minutes, I was talking about my life and how i didn't want to be here, I was venting to myself, I looked like a god damn fool. I hit the counter with my fist, my nuckles turned a dark shade of red. I yelled out to the mirror,

"I don't wanna live anymore!". I let out a deep sigh, I had no tears left to cry. My breathing calmed and my nuckles bruised. I began to sort my hair out and my makeup. I couldn't let anyone see me like this, I was in a terrible state. I added my final touches to the character I was about to play in front of everyone when I stepped out of the door. Once I was finished, I grabbed my bags and made my way to the door. I pulled the handle and I was met with a tall man standing right in front of me. It was Elvis. I stepped back in slight shock as I furrowed my eyebrows. His face had a worried expression. He separated his pink lips to speak.

"Are you ok?" He asked in a soft tone. I felt my world crumble, did he really hear all of that?

"How much did you hear?" I said in a cold, stern tone. He took a breath before replying.

"All of it." My hand immediately cupped my face to hide my tears that formed. My knees weakened, and my shopping bags fell to the floor. I felt Elvis's big arms pull me into a comforting hug. I could smell his expensive cologne, and I could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. I sobbed into his arms as he whispered sweet nothings into my ears.

"It's ok, doll. I know what you're going through. I used to feel like that too." He whispered in a comforting tone that sent chills down my spine. His large hand rubbed my back, and his other hand played with my hair. I had never even met the man, but he had shown more love towards me than anyone ever did.

I pulled away from his hug when I met his icey blue eyes. His leaned in to kiss my forehead. A smile appeared on my face as he tucked my blonde hair behind my ear.

"I wanna take ya out to dinner tomorrow, I can make ya happy again." His words echoed through my ears for a few seconds before I replied.

"Of course Elvis, I would love to." I said in a much happier tone.

"Ok, just write down your address on here, and I will pick ya up at six. Does that sound good?"

He said as he handed me a pen and a peice of crinkled paper. I nodded at him before I began to write down my address. I went from the edge of reality to reality. My day was made better just by the man's words.

It was almost six and I was getting ready in my room. I had put on a short blue, sparkling dress, white knee-high boots, and a white belt that hugged my waist. I left my hair down, the ends were curled, and I had a white headband. I sprayed my favourite perfume on my neck and wrists before I started to pack my blue hand bag. I put some spare cash, pink lipstick, and some other things in my bag. I placed the bag on my shoulder as I looked at my figure in the mirror, I liked what I saw on the outside, but on the inside, I was ugly and rotten. I giggled as I skipped out of the door cheerfully. I stepped out onto the pavement, the sun was setting, and the birds sang sweet lullabies. I was shocked to see a pink cadillac outside, waiting for me. In it sat Elvis, his hair was in a 70s style, he wore a coulerfull, long sleeved, button up shirt and black flare trousers. And to top his amazing outfit off, he had an expensive gold belt rest on his manly hips. He looked at me with a smile as he got out of the car. He walked up to me and kissed my hand.

"You look beautiful, as always." I giggled before speaking.

"Thankyou Elvis, but you've only met me once."

"And I hope to meet you many more times in the future." He said cheerfully. He held onto my hand and led me into the stylish car. The interior was luxurious. It had cream lever seats and a shiny silver steering wheel. Elvis started the car, and not long after, we were driving off in the distance.

We had arrived at a diner/restaurant. It was coulerfull and had happy energy. He sat me down inside on the VIP table. We had our own little area. He sat opposite me. We both scanned through the menu's and waited for the waiter. We ordered and received our food quickly. We started to munch on the delicious food. I felt like a queen, I was being treated like one as well. Elvis was 35 and I was 17 but I liked him a lot, he was a good man. Once we were done with our food, we flirted with each other for what seemed like forever. That was until a familiar girl walked past our table and shouted.

"Slut!" And ran off giggling to her freinds. I knew who they were, they were my 'freinds' that clearly got a little jealous of me me since I was with Elvis. I let my temper get the best of me. I stood up and walked over to them with my head heald high.

"Listen if your jealous and insecure just say that, there is no need to be a child about it. Now calm yourself down and carry on eating your meal deals whilst I enjoy my expensive meal with Elvis." I said with a bitchy tone. I pushed her plate of food of the edge of the table and it fell into her brand new dress.

"Oops, my mistake." I said with a cheeky smile. She looked furious. She was about to say the most outrageous sentence when I flicked my hair in her face and walked back over to Elvis, who had a smug smile on his face. I knew that they were all watching me, so I sat on Elvis's lap and planted my lips onto his. Our tongues danced toughether as the bitchea watched in jealousy. Once I was done, I looked over to the girls who were all furious and gave them an innocent smile. I looked over to Elvis, who was smiling. He whispered in my ear,

"You're a good kisser, doll." I smiled at him as I played with his hair. We both got up and held hands. We walked straight past the pathetic losers who were staring aggressively. I felt that my job was done here.

We got back in his pink Cadillac that was luxurious. It was nighttime now. The street lights were on, and the air was cold. We sat staring at eachover with love in our eyes before speaking.

"I wanna run away with you, far away." I said with the cutest smile on my face. Elvis ran his large hand through my long, shiny hair.

"Anything that makes ya happy, doll." He said in a flirtatious tone. I was falling in love with a 35 year old man, and I was only 17. He was old enough to be my father, but I had always had a thing for older men, so it was no surprise that I had fallen for him. He was so caring, kind, and mature. He was like an angel. The man was double my age, but I didn't care. In fact, I found it sexy. But it wasn't a good look for him to be with a bitchy seventeen year old while he was a grown man.

[jordansworld94]

Gossip Girl Reboot Review

I am not shocked that this reboot got canceled. The writing was piss poor, and some of the actors could not act whatsoever. The series had shown some promise during season two, but it fell off majorly after the first few episodes with a few gems in between, IMO.

Strengths of the series: The fashion I LOVED many of the looks seen on the show, especially from the girls! I liked Julien's edgy, androgynous, yet slightly feminine style. I loved Luna's romantic style, and even though the preppy look isn't my taste, Monet and Audrey had some nice looks too. I really enjoyed the showrunner not cutting costs when it came to the character's clothing. They all looked like they were actual Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl That messy bitch continued to be bitchy and snarky as hell, and I loved it. I like how in season two, she actually tries to up her messy game with the kids. I don't like how GG is a teacher because no kid should ever have you that riled up as a grown adult. However, GG kept the messiness going, and that's what she's here for. The parents It's probably because most of the adults in the show are seasoned actors, but their plot lines were the most intriguing to watch. I liked seeing the complexities of adult relationships being shown and I liked seeing the plot with Audrey's mom. It can be tough acting on a show with younger actors, but most of the adults acted pretty well. I really liked seeing Max's dad's plotlines. The actors who played them had a nice chemistry with one another. Weaknesses of the series:

The acting OMG, a lot of the acting done by the younger cast was ATROCIOUS. Julien's actress can't act to save her life, lmao. Like, her mannerisms and over-the-top facial expressions (ex: "Guess who's coming to dinner?!" in 2x02) were so damn bad! If the actress wants to make a career out of acting, she needs an acting coach STAT. Evan Mock is a handsome guy, but the acting chops just weren't there. his delivery is always flat and he struggles to emote. It's especially jarring to see him "act" when he's around Audrey's actress/Max's actor. They do a helluva lot better than he does and it's painful to watch, lol. Monet's actress should've been given more shine, as with Luna's actress! They nail their lines perfectly and emote! I don't know why they're always sidelined. The writing There are so many plotlines that I scratch my head at because they're so rushed. Like, what was the point of showing Monet's little power trip during the first few episodes of season two only to have her makeup with Julien in episode three?!? Like, what was the reason??? I also hate how we never get to see a fully fleshed-out arc with Monet and her mommy issues. The glimpses that we saw of her and her mom were quality scenes. I don't know why she got sidelined again this season, and she didn't even appear in one episode. The nostalgia I don't like the current media landscape that we live in because folks are so obsessed with redoing what's already been done. What was the purpose of this reboot? What was it trying to say to viewers? Glitz, glam and nostalgia can only take you so far. Overall, this show had promise. It, unfortunately, relied on nostalgia to carry it through, coupled with the pretty fashions and filming locations. It has no substance, and it'll be a pretty forgettable reboot as the years pass on.

[worriedvision]

A haitham fic where he keeps giving really lusty looks towards the reader but it's that damn subtle that the reader thinks they're seeing things, or sth like their friends who are with them laughing when the reader talks about haitham, someone they are attracted to, giving them flirty looks bc 'why would he want you lol'

Gender neutral reader, it landed up not being suggestive, however the friends are really shitty. Reader is mentioned to be the 'smart one' of the group.

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You were a student that decided to take some time to go to Port Ormos with your friends who insisted it was a must go. You didn't exactly see the appeal at first, it just looked like an area that hiked up prices when they spotted someone vulnerable enough to take their word for it when they claim something is of high value.

Your friends seemed to fit the description that these vendors looked for, them assuming these people knew more than they did. Thankfully, you could look at said items and call them out for being cheap products. There's the price tag that clearly shows a fraction of the price they just mentioned, oh and this is is a poorly duplicated product. The vendors stopped trying these tricks with you around, so your friends took you along wherever they wanted to go. You did find yourself rather bored, but there was a man you kept seeing out of the corner of your eye.

A rather handsome man, if you would claim so yourself.

You saw him give you a look that you thought you were just making up yourself. One where he's clearly interested in you, and it wasn't purely your intelligence. That little smirk you could have sworn was there for a split second, and the way his eyes seemed to eye you up before he stopped when your friends asked you to come along. The first few times, they don't even see what caught your attention.

One of your friends spots where you keep looking when they're trying to get your attention, and they start giggling at you.

"He is attractive, _." Your friend jabs lightly, you turning to face them. "You're the smart one, not the cute one." They continue, turning to gesture to your other friends.

"I can be both. Those two terms are not exclusive." You defend yourself, not taking your friends comments.

"Well, I don't think you have a chance with that guy anyway." Your friend brushes off. "Focus on yourself, not him, 'kay?" They smile, their tone sickeningly sweet.

You furrow your brows, not taking any of this.

"Where do you get off talking about me like that?" You huff out, truly not happy with how this friend was treating you.

"I'm just telling you the truth, it's not bitchy." They say, rolling their eyes.

"No, that is bitchy." You stop them, beginning to walk back towards Sumeru City. "I'm not taking this any more. It's obvious you're all interested in them as well, and I don't have the energy to deal with jealous people."

You hear your friends call out, them saying that they needed you to be the brains of the group. It's then you realise that they genuinely thought you were physically unappealing, and they kept you around to make them look better. You had enough of being used for other peoples gains, and now you were determined to truly focus on yourself. Now, you didn't have anyone holding you back from pursuing the topics that required more time than you could manage.

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Haitham doesn't know about this interaction, and he keeps looking for your face amongst your friends. Not seeing it, he can't help but feel disappointed. Perhaps you were unwell, maybe you wanted to do something else other than stop your friends from being scammed by vendors. One of your more confident 'friends' approaches him, and a part of him hopes they'll tell him where you went.

Nope. They ask him out, sprinkling in how 'strong' and 'manly' he looked. They bat their eyelashes, only making themselves more desperate looking for a date. Haitham turns them down with a simple 'no' before he keeps looking for you. He overhears a vendor starting to upsell one of your other friends, and he decides to help just this once.

His presence alone is enough to stop the vendor, who can't even look him in the eye and try to brush it off as a silly joke. This friend of yours pretends he did this because they were waiting for a date, but his unimpressed look cuts through them.

"Where is your smarter friend?" Haitham asks, catching your friends off guard.

"Uhh, _? Really, you could pick anyone, but you go for-"

"Where did _ go." Haitham stops them, not wanting to bother with some flirty comments sprinkled in with answers that didn't answer his question.

"We don't know. I think they just went back to their studies, figures since that's their bread and butter." Your friend finally answers Haitham, who manages to hide his disappointment.

"Oh, well good luck then." He simply states, turning before he feels someone hold him back. Turning his head, he glares at the friend who was persistent with him.

"Who did you keep looking at, by the way?" The friend asks. "You kept looking in our direction, and I think you fancy one of us."

How did you get such bland friends, Haitham asks himself. These people were laying it on thick, not to mention they were not the smartest tools in the shed. They didn't even seem like good people, not caring about where you were right now.

He doesn't even dignify them with an answer, shaking off the hand and promptly walking away. As he walks away, he remembers the name.

_, huh? Perhaps he could find you without the help of your friends.

[tsuy4n]

Maybe some hatefucking with scara coul be possible? 👉👈

Warning/s: NSFW, [MDNI!!], Fem!reader, Bratty/bitchy attitude (reader), possessive Scaramouche, degradation, name calling, cursing, deep throating, face fucking, vaginal fingering, spanking, hair pulling just a little, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fluff at the end.

A/n: uhm, so are you the same person or do you both just share the same thoughts?? Nonetheless this request is just 🥴 and I’m really sorry for taking sooo long, anon(s) I’ve been trying to write this as best as my capabilities could since I didn’t really wanna disappoint you after waiting for so long and a lot of things are keeping me busy... oh, and last but not the least! Thank you for the request <3

“Oh, for the love of archons!” You shout, slamming the cup against the wooden table out of anger, earning several looks from the people inside the shop you’re at.

“I’m his goddamn secretary not his maid!” You heaved as the ginger head sitting across you only laughs at your non-stop complaints or just telling him how much you hated a certain harbinger you work with, specifically your boss.

A couple of hours ago when you’ve just started drinking as work finally ended for you, well not really when you still got something to do by your boss’ order. The reason why you were only made to get off work early was because he needed to go somewhere and the news made your inner self cheer as you could get away and not see his annoyingly charming face or hear his so called stupid voice for the rest of the remaining day.

“Don’t look so happy.” He harshly said, a scowl on his face as his voice snapped you out of your thoughts and focus on him again. “You may go home early but you still got some work to do. Write down the summary of every report that’s on my desk.” Your superior flashes you a smile. “Hand them to me tomorrow as soon as you arrive.”

And so, instead of just relaxing and letting this day finish here you are. Drinking as you fumed at the memory even though you should really be doing the task your boss assigned you. “Yeah, fuck him.” You whisper, taking a sip of your drink.

Now this is where Childe comes in. He was just passing by the streets of Snezhnaya earlier and his eyes just so happened caught sight of your familiar figure just by a glimpse outside through the window that was being cleaned.

The tall man chuckles and enters the place when saw how deep your frown was. He could even imagine the dark aura radiating from you after getting a closer look. Childe thinks it would be a great idea to scare you when you’re busy mumbling bad words that he thought you were saying some chants.

Long story short, he almost had his head bashed by a bottle of liquor if he didn’t had such a fast reflex.

“I can tolerate with arranging the papers, reading the reports to him out loud even though he can do that on his own, investigate things he wants me to poke into, etc. but!” You take a deep breath first,before continuing.

“Throw this out, Get me some tea, Get me some food, clean my office and leave no dust or else, Nye nye nye nye.” You recited, mimicking Scaramouche’s way of speaking along with how he acted at every order he gave you as you say it all out loud before running your fingers through your locks to grip it.

“Argh! And not to mention he once ordered me to put his sandals on him, which he fucking took off, by the way. What is he? A fucking baby?! Am I his nanny now?!He can’t do shit on his own!” You almost screeched out, brows as you hate the fact that you even find him attractive.

“What’re his arms and legs for?? Props?! I wanna punch his handsome face so fucking bad if it only looked so damn punchable!” Your voice went high pitched as Childe only hums and pours you another glass of liquor on your cup which you instantly drank in one go.

“If this continues on I’m afraid one day he might order me to roll on the fucking floor and make me act like a dog.” You blink. “Well, I am kind of dog but—whatever.” You sniffle, mouth opening wide when the red head takes a spoonful of your favorite food and feeds it to you.

“Oh~ you find him handsome, huh?” The male taunts then gasps ever so dramatically. “You must also like him. Of course you do!” He chirps, beaming a smile. “According to the gossips I hear from his underlings you two have this weird telepathy thing. You know what the other one is thinking without even saying it out loud, it’s amazing! Oh, and they even said that you two sometimes fight like a married couple.” The corner of your lips twitched.

“That’s a given as we’ve been working together for almost a year now. Not to mention, I’m sure I’ve shown my fair of share to everyone on how much I hate the man just like how everyone does.” you grumble under your breath while Childe notes the slight curl of your lips and the pink hue on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you a stubborn one.” He chuckles which made you tilt your head at his comment before saying, “But that’s not important as it seems that the lord haven’t given them enough tasks, considering that they had the time to even talk about irrelevant things.” You hum, a creepy smile now replacing the soft one just a while ago.

“I’ll have a discussion about this to him.” The ginger haired could say nothing but mutter an apology to the poor underlings who have no idea what’s in store for them but then again, he couldn’t help but to finally agree since he’s now definitely convinced that they’re soulmates due to the way how she smiled and spoke in such a sadistic manner.

“Honestly, if I could just choose who I want to work with. It’ll be you, but you don’t want a fucking secretary so lady Signora would be the last option.” You sigh before glaring daggers at your companion whose laugh just got a tad bit loud that it made a couple of people look your direction again which annoyed you even more.

You’ve known each other since toddlers that’s why you weren’t so afraid to land a hit on his shoulder nor talk about these things to him. You trust him.

“What about the others, though? Oh, how about dotto-” at this point The ginger head could see your veins showing and pulsating on your face making laugh even more. You think that maybe he’s gotten himself drunk or he just finally went crazy from how he laughed so hard at your remark. “We both know he’d be far more interested in having me as his guinea pig.” You grimaced at the beaming man.

“You’re enjoying this. You find pleasure in my pain and suffering. What did I expect from another commander harbinger.” Sighing with a blank face, you take another drink again. “Why are we friends again?” You ask, voice flat and void of emotion along with your expression.

“Because I’m awesome.” The male replied as he beams a smile. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Another sigh left your lips. “Stop sighing and thinking about work or him too much.” Childe comments, his hand reaching to ruffle your hair.

“Can’t help it. My boss which I am definitely sure loves to drive me crazy by giving me order after order.” You trailed off, shoulders slumping. “I’ve been thinking whether I should just quit this job and open a shop somewhere for a while now.” You rest your chin under the palm of your hand.

“And I’ve been also thinking of different scenarios on how I’m gonna tell him face to face that I quit being his secretary slash maid.” With a smirk on your face, you continue. “Like for example, throwing my resignation paper straight at his face.” You state, doing a little action by swinging your hand and imagining that it was happening for real.

“Yeah, he’ll kill you on the spot.” Childe says, chuckling at the cute demonstration you made as the smile on your face slowly fades away. “You think so as well?” Your fellow harbinger laughs for the nth time. “Well if it’s someone else, but it’s you, so he’ll let it slide, probably.”

You raise an eyebrow at what he meant when he specified if it was you at his sentence but thought of it as nothing when you noticed how the sky was now dark.

“What? Leaving already?” Childe ask when he saw you stand up from your seat. “Yeah. It’s getting late and I still have some damn work to do that needs to be finished and be handed tomorrow as soon as I arrive at his office which I am sure he’ll be there first.” You inform, a smile on your face despite still being angry, especially when you imagine that Scaramouche’s face will be the first thing you see as soon as you enter his office.

“Does he live there or what?” You mumble to yourself. “I find it it funny how you can’t mention Scaramouche’s name.” Childe quipped. “Because I believe bad luck will follow me if I do say that midget,” you pause as a snort came out.

“That little menace’s name.” You told him, you know like a liar. You call your boss’ name in secret when you’re home alone, wondering what he’s doing but it’s also not a lie that there’s a part of you that hates him.

Like how his annoying voice instantly has your attention and listening to every word he says while sneakily looking at his lips-

“Hi there, Scaramouche.” The red head greeted which immediately snapped you out of your thoughts and you freeze in your spot, bullets of sweat now trickling down your face despite being a little cold earlier.

“Good evening, my lord.” You also greet but in a more polite way with a beaming a smile and also acting as if you weren’t just bad mouthing the balladeer himself. That’s why you were praying so badly to your archon, the tsaritsa that he didn’t hear what you just said.

“You two sure do like to hang out a lot.” He murmured which left you wondering what he just said. “Seems like you’re already done here and about to head home.” Your superior states, obviously ignoring your friend who playfully pouted his lips and telling him how he was being mean.

“Well, yes…” you answered. “It’s already getting late and I need to finish the task you’ve given me before you left, my lord.” You add, voice fading away as you felt small like always in your boss’ presence and also at the way he stares, like he was staring straight into your very soul.

“So you haven’t even finished or started with it yet.” You look away, eyes looking everywhere but refuses to land where the Balladeer stands, though he was busy giving a look of disgust towards Childe who just continued to smile at him.

“Anyways, let’s go.” He motions his hand when he said those words while you glanced back and forth at him and Childe. “Pardon? Where exactly to, my lord?” You ask, face slightly tilted to the side as you start to ponder if you forgot something to do.

“Obviously to your house. I’m staying there until you finish writing those summaries. I need them.” He informs which you nodded your head in acknowledgment despite feeling how your heart started to beat so fast all of a sudden.

You’re nervous at the fact of being all alone with the man you hate. Yet you can’t help but look forward to it at the same time, hoping something might actually…happen- Alright! Snap out of it. The alcohol must be getting to you to even think of something like that!

“What’re you thinking about now?” Childe snaps you out of your stupid thought by flickering your forehead and glancing at Scaramouche by the corner of his eyes, his lips curled upwards in a taunting way which made the indigo haired to give him a disdainful look with cold and sharp eyes.

If looks could really kill, Childe would be long dead and lying on the floor for a while now. But that’s not happening! So he’s just gonna tease his fellow harbinger for a bit before he drags you away from him out of jealousy.

“You wanna die?” You hiss which only made him laugh. He sure does laughs a lot. The tall man rest his arm above your head. “Stop it. You’re messin’ my hair-”

“Stop making me wait and move your damn ass already.” Scaramouche glowered, your brow twitching at that as you refrained it from furrowing again. Though, the way he just spoke was so damn hot that it left you feeling…something.

Yeah, you’re really blaming this kind of thinking on the alcohol. Just what hell did you drink? Was it not normal liquor? Was it some type of drink to make you have some indecent thoughts?

Archons, why does Scaramouche look extra handsome today anyways— Okay, you’ve decided that you won’t be drinking again for a while.

“As you wish. But please wait for a second and let me just-” not being able to finish your words or even getting your wallet due to the sudden feeling of his touch, grabbing your wrist with the small sound of clicking his tounge, you already found yourself being dragged away after he sent a menacing look at his fellow harbinger commander and saying “Let him pay for that.”

You only sent the ginger head an apologetic look and before you could tell him that you’ll pay him back tomorrow. “That shitty ginger head.” Scaramouche’s says through clenched teeth, his grip on your wrist tightening when he recalled the way how flashed him that ugly smirk, how the way he could casually and so easily touch you while he himself hesitates to even do it and does his best to hold himself back.

You shouldn’t let other men touch you. Only he can do that.

You’re his the moment you entered the Military and worked by his side. You just don’t know it, yet that’s why he’s decided that day should be today, to officially claim you as his that is.

As the only thing he could do all these times were imagine scenarios in his head while you walk around his office, loving the way your hips sway that’s why he likes to order you around. He can’t help but also imagine how his hands would roam around your body, exploring, and touching it as you let him have his way on your perfect figure.

Scaramouche has always known you even before you’ve joined the organization because of Childe, so when he did learn about you joining in one day, he suddenly declared that he needed a secretary which led him into obviously choosing you but acted like he picked you out of random when he did so.

He refuses to acknowledge the feelings he caught for you, just like how you do, too. Yet as days goes by with you working side by side, his feelings just kept growing and growing that he’s been become impatient because no matter how much he tries to make you submit to him, you just wouldn’t budge.

He can’t even believe himself that he’s fallen so hard and that he has such lust for you. Thus begun the idea of whenever he starts to think that he’d finally claimed you as his, he’d bend you on his desk, make you scream for everyone to hear and know that you belong to him as he fucks you into oblivion resulting for him to get hard every damn time he thinks about it then would excuse himself next to somewhere just to jerk off.

Do you even have any idea how hard it was for him all these times? Just fucking his dick in his hand while imagining that it was your pussy he’s pounding into, yet here you are right now. Inside some pub, drinking with another man that’s definitely familiar.

The last thread of his patience had finally snapped when he saw you smiling and laughing with Childe, the so called stupid ginger head. It should be fine now. He’s gotten tired by solving the problem when you’re the one who should be doing it. Sucking his cock with those pretty lips wrapped around it, letting him use your pussy as his cumdump whenever he wants— damn, the things you make him feel and do.

Curse you, truly.

“Uhm, excuse me, my lord?” You spoke, breaking the silence that’s been going from the start after he dragged you out of the shop. It’s so cold that you could only feel the warmth on your wrist. You wish it was your whole body he was holding right now— Ah, really. The alcohol, especially him are both screwing with your mind by filling it with such indecent thoughts.

Curse him, truly.

His hand feels nice and warm, that’s what you think as Scaramouche still has his hand wrapped around your wrist and seems like he refuses to even let go, and thing is you want him to do that but at the same time no as you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“You should start looking for another secretary.” With the way how he looked at you it should he enough to shut you up and take the hint that he’s not taking your crap, but you’re feeling brave today.

“I am…” You hesitate for a moment, feeling like the decision you’re about to make was wrong that it made your stomach churn. “Planning on quitting and moving to Liyue to open a shop there.” Your words almost came out as a squeak when he pulled your arm, stopping you in front of the familiar door. You’ve already arrived without even noticing it.

“Open.” He commands, voice cold and sharp. It was just one word yet it made you feeling things again. Quickly unlocking the door with your key, Scaramouche’s harshly pulled you inside with him by your arm and shuts the door, earning a loud thud then slams you on the wall which made you hiss.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He says, his tone still the same while he has his hands gripping your shoulders. “I’m not letting you leave me.” Before you could even retort, Scaramouche beats you to it.

“You’re mine.” His words made your eyes wide and when you open your mouth to finally tell him to fuck off, nothing came out. They were stuck in your throat when you saw noticed how close his face was to yours.

It was inches away that your nose touched each other as you felt his hot breath warming your once cold cheeks and while also staring straight at your own with dark shaded eyes that it feels like he’d burn a hole in your face due to how fierce and sharp it looked.

“And did I hear that fucking right? Look for another secretary? It seems like you were ordering me around.” Finally snapping out of it, you manage to shoot him a glare.

“Really? It was but a mere suggestion, my lord.” Just when you could finally speak up again, one of his hands moved to grip your throat next due to the sarcastic remark you did.

“How brave of you to speak that way to me.” He hums, a deep chuckle coming from him. “But don’t test me, brat.” With a growl he warns in a dangerously low voice that made your heart beat fast as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Or what?” You challenged, leaning your face a bit with a taunting gaze, your eyes shifting to his lips that was pressed in a thin line before you went back to look straight at his mesmerizing indigo eyes, both of you now glaring at each other then the next you knew you were both kissing each other’s lips so hungrily.

Your hands now behind his back and gripping the fabric tightly while he has his on the back of your head to pull you in for an even deep kiss, the other on your waist, his hat was long gone and laid on your floor. Your tongues glide against each other, noses bumping one another as Scaramouche completely dominates over you that left your knees weak and trembling, along with how he made your breath stop.

“You’ll receive punishment, obviously.” He laughed into one of your ears, biting the shell of it which made you shiver while you pant and try to catch your breath. “You dare insult me and think you could just get away with it?” The hand behind your head went to grab your jaw in a swift and harsh manner.

“If you’re gonna fire me after your so called punishment then there’s no need to.” You whisper. “Because I quit.” The moment you said those words by finishing it with a snickering face, you know what you’re doing. It was nothing but a mere lie now and if what you’re thinking does happen then you want to stay even more, by his side.

“You can quit.” He began, face leaning in to whisper his next words. “But you can never,” his lips brushed the helix of your ear, tickling it. “Leave me.” You let out a sharp gasp when he suddenly went and bit your neck then immediately went back to kissing your lips. He can’t get enough.

Scaramouche’s hands starts to roam your body like how he always imagined and wished for the day to come which is now. His hands first goes to massage your mounds, already loving the feeling of how soft it is before lifted your shirt up along with the bra and pull away to suck one of the already hard nipples while his eyes never left yours so he could savor the expressions just by getting your tits suck off.

He couldn’t help but smirk quite devilishly when he found them cute. One of his hands went inside your pants. His fingers feeling the already damp fabric of your underwear.

Scaramouche chuckles while his fingers rubbed your clothed clit then he pulls away after one last lick and suck of your nipple with a loud wet pop which led you to mewl and shiver.

“You may act all high and mighty but in truth you’re just a slut that can’t wait to be stuffed full.” He mocked with a deep laugh before his tongue went to swipe across his lips.

“I bet you’ve been waiting for this day to come.” It was his turn to snicker when his hand finally went inside underwear. Two of his fingers running up and down on your wet folds so teasingly that it made you frown.

Though it only lasted for a moment when his other hand pinched your perked nipple. You jolt and bite your lips while he went back to your neck again, giving it soft kisses first then nibbling it next, bruising your neck and covering it with his marks even the open spots that would be hard to hide.

But that’s not his problem.

“Or maybe you had this planned all along. Were your fingers not enough to satisfy your greedy cunt.” He mused. “Were you imagining me fucking you as you played with your whorish pussy and coming undone, hm?” With quivering lips, you only glared at him as he smirked in triumph in return when he heard a small whimper.

“Answer me, slut.” Scaramouche rasped as he suddenly inserts two fingers inside making your body jolt again and him to catch your lips with his, kissing you for a moment while he pumps his fingers inside making tears to form by the corner of yours eyes.

“If you were so desperate to have your dirty pussy to be split in half, you should’ve said so sooner.” You swallow the lump in your throat and fought back the urge to moan.

“As if.” You managed to speak out in a gruff voice then adds. “The only thing I’ve been imagining is punching your face.” Scaramouche clenches his jaw, his eyes turning sharp and cold once again with irritation. He uses his vision to send sparks through his fingers when it went to play with your clit again.

“There’s no need hold back. Go on, come from my fingers and moan or scream like a bitch in heat.” He taunts then starts to pump his fingers, already going fast and harsh. The sudden action made you squeak then whimper as tears started to form by the corner of yours eyes.

“mmh..!” Oh, how cute did he find you like that. This is exactly how imagined you: eyes now doe like, body trembling and weak that you could only lean against his frame for support. His dick that was already hard ever since you both kissed could only twitch, throb, and form a wet patch on his shorts.

“Fff..fuck you- ahh!” Your back arched on the wall as you came while Scaramouche quickly inserted two fingers back in and pump it. He finally heard a loud moan from your pretty lips making his dick twitch again while he felt how your walls clenched around his fingers and wished that it was his cock instead, but he’s not worried about that as he’ll soon get what he wants.

Your chest kept rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. Scaramouche smirks at your adorable and sexy expression then takes his fingers out to lick and taste your glistening essence in a seductive way that made it hard for you to even look away.

“Oh, I’m about to.” He says, snapping you out of your trance and got caught of guard when you saw his how his dick slapped his abdomen and stood with all its glory after one of his hands swiftly slid his shorts down by his ankles.

“And believe me. I can’t wait.” He forced you down on your knees which made a small hiss slip out of your lips. You were soon then reminded that you were both still at the entrance of your house but should you be relieved that you were inside?

Your thoughts were caught off when Scaramouche grabbed your head and suddenly shoved his entire length inside your mouth all the way down to your throat. The gagging or chocking noises fell deaf upon his ears when he was too focused on how amazing your mouth felt that he almost came.

“Little, huh?” The man mutters under his breath, remembering your playful words earlier. You wanted to remind him that it was his height you were making fun of not his dick, because you weren’t even sure how big he was and could only imagine about it….which suddenly made you think that maybe the inches in his height were stolen by his dick.

“Don’t even think of biting.” He states, eyes shut tight as you could only stare at him, admire how pretty he was for a moment before deciding to neglect his warning and bite the tip lightly resulting for him to open his eyes, brows furrowed as he glared at you in a menacing way making you to look back with innocent eyes and pull away to lick the tip like a kitten.

“Fuck.” Scaramouche cursed under his breath, eyes half lidded now while you start to suck him off. You both made eye contact with each other and he smirks at you meaning that he’s up to something not good.

Your instincts were proved correct when he grabbed the sides of your head once again and slammed his hips, his dick going all the way again, too. You want to pull away but his grip was too strong compared to yours. Scaramouche’s thrusts were brutal and vicious against your mouth that it left you breathless and jaw hurt.

“Your mouth is most useful when it’s used like this, don’t you think?” You glared daggers at him which he responded with a smirk and a roll of his hips making him moan then with a couple more thrust, ropes of thick cum spurts inside your mouth, filling it white in a large amount that it even surprised you.

“Take it all and don’t let a single drop on the floor.” Scaramouche commands, his voice now hoarse. You huff but comply as you had no other choice but to do so, especially when his grip on your head hasn’t loosened.

He smiles at you and you could only feel your heart skip a beat while your cheeks heats up. You silently curse at him for making you flustered just by that stupid smile of his as his thumb rubs the apple your cheek in a circular motion.

“What a good girl.” His praise now made you feel butterflies in your stomach and when he pulled his dick away with a string of saliva, you suddenly gasped for air and was left a coughing mess now making you scowl at him as he just stood there with his lips curled up into a smirk, obviously smug.

“Are we done yet? If yes, could you please take your leave now, my lord?” After flashing him a smile, you stand up and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of drink, ignoring the stinging pain of your legs while Scaramouche glared daggers at you, basically fuming at your attitude after all you both did.

Honestly, why are you such a bitch??

You felt his burning anger of course, along with how fast your heart is beating that you feel like it would just jump out of your chest. You couldn’t contain the silly smile on your face any longer when flashbacks started to play in your head, especially the way your boss smiled and how cute his moans sounded that you wish you could hear it again.

That’s why you’re hoping he would take this bait! he’s just so cute that you can’t help it despite the fact that you’re actually digging your own grave, but who cares? It’s gonna be worth it!

“I still have that work you need me to finish.” You were about to fix your clothes if it weren’t for the Balladeer suddenly grabbing your chin.

“We’re not done.” He said, voice dropping an octave as he laughs with a sadistic smile. “As it seems that you haven’t learned your lesson yet when you’re acting such a bitch.” Scaramouche tilts your head to the side so he could add another mark of his.

“Should you even be worrying about work right now?” It sounded like a threat from the way how he spoke but it made you press your thighs against each other. “Yeah, I think that should be the least of your worries.” You felt small yet turned on by how he gazed at you as if he was a predator that would gobble you up in a second, but you like the feeling nonetheless.

“I’m gonna fuck that cocky attitude out of you, fuckin’ brat.” In a deep voice he whispered against your ear then dragged you by your hand upstairs to your room and pushed you down on your stomach towards his lap after stripping you off of your clothes and letting them scatter on the staircase and floor along with his along the way.

“Agh!” You screamed at the sudden feeling of his palm hitting the ass of your cheek in a harsh way. “Hold still.” He hissed, landing another hit that made you whimper at the stinging pain.

“You like this don’t you.” He ridiculed, laughing at how you would whimper and tremble whenever his hand would strike to your now redden buttocks. “Look.” Scaramouche shows you his fingers that was glistening with your slick and dripping down his hand.

“What a fucking pervert.” The man laughs again. “Getting off by having your ass spanked. Don’t you think this just proves how much of a whore and disgusting pervert you are?” Grabbing a handful of your hair, he tugs it harshly.

“Nngh- fuckin’ asshole.” You snarled at him. Scaramouche clicks his tongue mutters under his breath a, “Such a pesky stubbornness you have.” Then pushes your head down on the mattress after taking you off of his lap.

“What was that?” Scaramouche jeers, a wicked smile on his feature. “Could you repeat your words one more time?” You scoffed at him while feeling his hand caressing the flesh of your ass before he took another hit.

“Looks like you haven’t been cleaning your ears for a while.” You sneered, clearly not learning a thing which definitely pissed the man off. “But I’ll repeat it for you, my lord.” With a mocking smile on your face you said.

“You-” the next thing that came out was a loud moan you couldn’t control when his hard member slowly but hard rubbed your clit. “Huh? Still couldn’t hear it.” He taunts, thrusting his hips a little.

“Come on, [Y/n].” Scaramouche aligns the tip on your entrance while his fingers went to play with your clit once again. “How can I understand you when you’re just moaning like a slut.” He hums, entering the wet tip of his hard shaft and stopping it at just that.

“You want it? You want me to shove my dick inside your cunt and stuff you full with my cum, hm?” He continues to put you on edge just by inserting the tip of his dick in and out. “Beg and apologize for being such a brat then I might just consider it.”

You bit your quivering lips and decided that it was time for you stop acting such a brat along with having your pride getting in the way just like always as you can’t hold back any longer and it seems that your boss also feels the same due to the heavy breathing noses coming from him and the way how he tightens his jaw with shaded eyes.

“My lord…” you whimpered, shaking your hips a little while you gazed at him by the corner of your eyes shyly but to Scaramouche, it looked so hot and lewd.

“I’m sorry for being such a brat! So please, please, please! Fuck me already! Please shove your dick inside my whorish pussy and fill me up!!” You sobbed which the male to clench his teeth and collect himself as he already felt like coming undone just by hearing those pleading and sobbing noises.

“So much for all the trouble you caused.” He clicked his tongue which made you mutter an apology again. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” Lifting your ass higher, his hands gripped your hips in a bruising way as he finally shoves his entire length inside all the way to the hilt with a guttural sound passing his lips.

“Ahh!” His dick finally scraping your walls felt so good that it made your eyes rolls to the back of your head. “What’s this? Did you just cum by having my dick shoved inside?” Scaramouche groans when he felt how tight your walls clenched around and suck his shaft.

“You’re more pathetic than I thought.” A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as he leans in to bite and suck the skin on your shoulder before pulling his member all the way out that the tip only remained and slammed back inside making you scream then babble how his dick felt so good.

“So tight for a goddamn whore.” The harbinger grabs both of your arms by the wrists and pulled it for leverage as he goes even deeper. You felt how his dick twitched inside meaning he was close but you were closer as his thrusts was just so brutal and vicious yet felt amazing. He felt your pussy flutter around his cock which earned a moan from him.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet.” He flips you on your back to get a good look at your expressions which just as expected were lewd. You were a moaning mess under him and he obviously enjoys every bit of it. “And don’t you fucking leave me.” Scaramouche’s thrust became erratic as you could only babble incoherent words while you drool.

“You got that?” He grunts. “You, can’t, leave, me.” With each other word he the balladeer spoke, his thrust followed it harshly. “Damn it- haa, I’m close.” You pull him close to you, chest flushed against each other while your nails scratched his sweating back.

“My lord, Scara- nngh. Scaramouche!” You chant and moan, already far gone as your brain was clouded in absolute bliss and could only focus how his dick went in and out, scrapping your walls so deliciously but Scaramouche heard half of his name being mentioned as it made his heart flutter.

“That’s right.” He grins. “Moan my name, [Y/n].” You do exactly what he says and called his name over and over as if you were chanting. You don’t know how long has he been waiting for you to call his name and you call him just Scara sounded so adorable that it finally made him cum with one last hard thrust.

Feeling his hot semen filling your velvety walls into white, your eyes rolled to back of your head once again, your back arching as you also come undone while being filled up. The pleasure was too much for you to handle that it made you see white dots before everything became dark. You passed out.

When the next morning came, you woke up and felt your whole body ache. You notice the person beside you sleeping so peacefully and looking pretty as ever.

“What are you staring for?” You shrieked and felt your heart almost yeet itself out of your chest. “Good morning…my lord.” You hesitated, cheeks turning red while he sits up and stares at you.

“What’re you getting all formal for? Last night you were just screaming my name over and o-“ you put a hand over his mouth which made him glare at you but replace it with a smirk.

“There’s no need to get shy now.” He said, kissing your palm making you pull away as Scaramouche enjoys your flustered expression.

“A-Anyways! I’m obviously not quitting since you did told me to stay by your side..forever.” You cough, noticing the pink hue appearing on his cheeks. “I’m gonna work with you as long as you want me to, so I ask for a pay raise!” The man stared at you with one of his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, whatever.” You beam a smile and lean in to plant a kiss on his lips. “Let me just take a quick bath before we head to work, okay?” Before you could even stand up, Scaramouche grabs your hand and pulls you back in with him on the bed. Your back pressed against his chest and completely unaware of how red his face became due to a simple kiss.

“No one would dare complain about us being late, so let’s stay still for a bit.” He mumbles. The shock on your face of the male being uncharacteristically soft disappeared as a genuine smile replaced it.

“Just so we’re clear, I meant it when I said that you’ll be by my side forever.” You nod your head and turned around to wrap your arms around and bury you face in his chest which left his body going stiff but relaxes soon under your touch.

“Don’t go back on your words because I may not look like it, I’m actually quite clingy.” You whisper, still oblivious to the fact of how red his cheeks were just like yours.

“Shut up and go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up in bit.” You giggle and let the darkness consume you, but before completely falling asleep you say softly.

“I’m so happy that my dream came true…I love you Scara.” He scoffs first before glancing at you and letting out a small cough.

“I…love you too.”

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

When You Weren’t Looking — pt. 1/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN x READER

an au where you and you literature professor realize you both have things to learn about love, and yourselves, outside of class. (as we all know, this can only be done through a big scoop of angst and a smutty cherry on top) playlist

summary: you pretty much end up stealing anakin’s job

warnings: language maybe? mention of what i read in my horrific junior year

a/n: ok ok so some of you might be thinking that obi-wants being a little bitchy but padawan obi in tpm was kind of a stickler and i kind of wanted him to grow into rots obi (bc of y/n) he does have the rots hair tho (rip jedi mullet i still love you)

word count: 1,246 so pretty short for the beginning

Your eyes were following him as he walked back and forth across the front of the small lecture hall. He was talking about troubadour poetry, or was at least supposed to be, but he ended up talking enthusiastically about his philosophies and fascination with medieval literature and their cultural ideals, etc.. His eyes were lit up and his arms making animated gestures in an almost boyish excitement. That’s why most people took this class (besides the small fact that he was one of the more attractive professors). He always clearly and concisely explained the subject in the beginning, probably because he knew he had to get it all in before he fell into his usual habit of sharing his love of literature. Even if you didn’t care about the same things, it was mesmerizing the way he put all of it, and his passion made it so it was never boring. He somehow made it all sound like a story and you were the children gathered around his campfire.

Many other students also secretly enjoyed what happened to be one of your favorite parts of the class: taking note of the way his sleeves always got rolled up when he decided to write on the board or the way he would rub the back of his neck when he was thinking, unintentionally baring his biceps. Sometimes you felt as though you should feel guilty, but you weren’t being demeaning or anything, in fact, you were admiring him.

If he didn’t want you to gaze he shouldn’t have been so handsome.

But no, this time you were staring because he was the one who gave you a 62% on your last essay. You still had a good enough grade to pass, but if you wanted to transfer to your dream school, you would have to look pretty damn good on paper. It was an art school, but a very prestigious one that wanted to see if you were going to work hard, even in your non-art-related classes. You had messed up a bit with your grades freshman year of college (missing out on many classes simply because you could), but that could be compensated for if you could show growth in the following years. That was going to take a lot of A’s if you were going to make up for your slacking off. You had worked hard on your essay, putting in the same effort that you had put into the ones that got handed back to you with 90% written on the top, and it’s not like he was the easiest grader you’ve had.

The lecture had ended, and the room echoed with heavy footsteps of students heading out, along with the comments that had been held in for the last hour. You instead stayed seated, running the dialogue you had prepared for starting a conversation with Professor Kenobi in your head one more time.

You rose from your seat, whispering “fuck it,” and headed down the stairs towards the lowest floor of the classroom.

“Professor?” you said in your most polite yet assertive voice.

“y/n is it? Is there anything I can do for you?” he responded, lifting his eyes to see you as he leaned over his desk to shuffle some papers.

“It is actually. But I was wondering if we could discuss my last essay,” You cleared your throat, trying not to show that his blue eyes of all things were making you nervous, “specifically my grade on it actually,” you added.

“Ah I see,” He folded his hands as he put down the now neat stack of papers and sat back down in his chair.

“You gave me a 62% and I’ve always gotten good grades in this class but I didn’t do anything different. I wouldn’t turn in anything that I didn’t feel was at least well written,”

“It was well written, but that’s not the point”

“I’m sorry professor, but how is that not the point?” you said, brows furrowing

“The way you write is beautiful but it’s what you’re writing about. You completely missed the prompt” He didn’t say it harshly, but rather as though it was a casual fact that he figured you already knew.

“How do the relationships in troubadour poems reflect personal and real-world relationships?” You repeated the prompt for clarity.

“Yes. You gave me a description of a dynamic based on false idealism, but there was nothing personal, nothing real to you. I could have read an article on the facts of those dynamics if I really wanted to, but this isn’t psychology class,”

“So it should have been personal?”

It may not be psychology class but it is an essay, not a diary.

He could see the confusion on your face was still present so he elaborated, “It should have meaning. I want this class to push you into reflection. We can’t just read other people's experiences without applying them to our own. What would be the point? I asked for something personal. You don’t have to address anything wildly uncomfortable, but I graded them based on if you could tell someone actually tried to discover something by the end of the essay,” you could admire his intentions, but it was just an essay to you.

“So I got this grade because I didn't do some soul searching,” you deadpanned, no longer confused, but more irked.

His brows raised at your forwardness. He didn’t seem offended, but rather surprised.

“If you truly are unhappy with your grade, I’ll allow you to redo the essay,”

Well, you could redo it and fluff it all up now that you knew what he wanted. At the end of the day, you would do whatever just to take anything higher.

“Thank you I—“

“But I can only raise it 10% because it is after the fact,”

“Professor really?” you said exasperated. You actually stood up straight after that comment, hoping you didn’t sound disrespectful or rude. Thankfully, his reaction, or lack thereof, was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Well, let’s see… there’s a lot of filing and other tasks that I need done, they’re all menial i’m afraid, but I’d be willing to give you extra credit for it,”

Your face turned into a more pleasant expression, and then a confused one once more.

“Don’t you have a TA for that?”

“Anakin? Oh yes, well he’s…he likes to do everything at his own leisure” he sighed but didn’t seem too down about it, more like he was used to it.

“So, may I ask, why’s he your TA?”

“It was a favor to a friend, Professor Qui Gonn Jinn. Please don’t mention it but Anakin's actually his godson. Although I’m British, I’m not a huge supporter of nepotism,- don’t worry,” he smiled. “It’s really because he believes he has a lot of potential, and I agree— but practically he’s not very helpful” you laughed a little at his comment and he had a slightly amused face as well.

There was a slight pause before you said, “I’d like to take you up on your offer,” nodding firmly.

“I’ll see you in my office after every class starting tomorrow? Does that work with your classes?”

“Yes,” you said after taking a moment to think about your schedule.

“Wonderful. I look forward to it,” he smiled, getting up and slinging his work bag over his shoulder.

Spending that much time with a professor? If I go bored out of my mind…

PART 2

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Forbidden

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re Tony’s sister and you just so happen to be very attracted to the one man that gets on your brother’s nerves, Steve Rogers. Unknowingly to you, the older man also has his eyes on you despite your circumstances.

Warnings: Light smut!! Proceed with caution ⚠️

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

MASTERLIST

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“Hey sissy” you scowled at your brother’s nickname as he kissed the top of your head, taking a seat next to you on the sofa

“Shell head” you grabbed a handfull of the buttery popcorn focused on the movie playing on the television

"Have you seen old man Rogers I need to run something by him real quick?" he stuck his hand into your bowl and you glared at him

"Tony you have technology installed in the building that sees all and knows all, ask it to find him and get your dirty hands out of my bowl" you pulled your snack away from his reach annoyed with his interruption

"Damn, what crawled up your butt and died?" you were about to say something bitchy when the super soldier himself walked in the room, shirtless, all sweaty from his workout

"Steve's here" you announced and the blonde quirked an eyebrow at you both, confused with what's happening

"I can see that"

Tony squinted his eyes at you still trying to figure out what's wrong with you today. Truth is you were extreamly horny and in dire need of a release but you couldn't tell anyone that so instead you're in a crappy ass mood today and seeing Steve standing shirtless and sweaty in front of you wasn't helping

"You needed something Tony" sensing your mood Steve pulled the attention from your older brother away from you before you knocked him over the bowl in your hands

Tony got up and walked over to the deliciously handsome man and you sighed in relief. You weren't just in a crappy mood because you were horny, it's who you were so needy for

You guessed it, Steve Rogers

The one man on this earth that is "off limits" as Tony said the first day that you two met. You always had the hots for Steve but you knew that there was no way in hell that you would even stand a chance to be with the man

You watched as Steve's back muscles flexed whenever he would move, beads of sweat made their way down the rigid muscles of his back down to the waistband of his shorts, you squeezed your thighs together at the thought of dragging your fingernails down his back, leaving marks as he fucked into you

You hadn't realised that you were stairing at him until Natasha nudged your shoulder, her and Wanda sitting on either side of you pulling you out of your daze

"You know, some people would actually go out there and get laid instead of being bitchy to everyone around her" scowling you pinched her arm causing her to hiss in pain, gaining the attention of the two males

"I don't need to get laid, I'm perfectly fine" folding your arms you scoffed knowing damn well that was a fucking lie, you desperately needed to get fucked, more specifically, you needed to get fucked my Steve

"I knew it!" Tony exclaimed joyfully and you launched the remote at him and luckily for him Steve caught it before it could connect with his face, amused at how wound up I am today

"All of you can kiss my ass, I'M FINE!"

“Whose ass are we kissing?” Thor’s Asgardian accent filled the room as him and Banner walks into the room causing you to roll your eyes

“Look, why don’t I throw a party. That way you can hook up with someone this weekend and you’ll be back to your normal self by Monday morning”

Tony shrugged as if what he just said made all the sense in the world, everyone except Steve agreed with him. Without another word you rose from your seat and headed to the elevator to get up to your room

Damn you Rogers for making me feel like this

Making your way to your bathroom to take another cold shower this week you started stripping out of your clothes, the coolness of the room hitting your heated frame

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y secure my bedroom” the windows became tinted making the view from my window opage and a click sound let me know that my door was locked

Turning on the shower you stood underneath the cold water letting it cascade down your entire body. Your nipples perked up at the cold temperature and you lightly tugged at them imagining that it was the super soldier that was doing this to you

You kept one hand on your boob while the other traveled down south. Spreading your legs a bit you ran your fingers through your slick folds, a moan fell past your lips feeling how aroused your were

You spread your arousal on your clit and lips a couple times before sinking two of your fingers into your aching cunt. You clamped down on them with each thrust of your hand

“Fuck”

Your eyes rolled back as you started pleasuring yourself. Fingers moving in and out of your dripping cunt chasing your sweet relief

“Mhmm Steve…right there” you moaned speeding up your pace your steadied yourself on the cold bathroom wall

You curled your fingers just right hitting your g-spot. Your legs started trembling as you started circling your clit with your other hand, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge

You pictured that it was Steve doing this to you, his long fingers buried deep inside of your needy cunt, thumb teasing your clit as he looked up at your blissed out expression from the floor

Just the thought of the blue eyed man looking at your exposed cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shook with the force of your orgasm, Steve’s name tumbled out your mouth as the knot in the pit of your stomach undid itself.

So out of it you hadn’t heard your neighbour enter his room. You rode your high out with a sigh of relief, already in a better mood than before

You started to clean yourself up washing away your previous actions in the shower on shaky legs meanwhile Steve stood frozen in his room, shocked with what he just overheard

[fatalitysficbakery]

BLOOD BROTHERS.(Nick Amaro x Black AFAB ADA!READER)

Genre: Fluff/Smut.

Warnings; EPISODE SPOILERS, Mentions of violence, death, rape, teen pregnancy, abortion (pro-lifers do not interact.), bitchy rollins, female receiving oral, soft degradation, oral fixation, spitting in mouth, pet play, all that good stuff. that is all.

Synopsis: Getting close with the devishly handsome Nicholas Amaro during a particularly daunting case was amazing, made even better when his possessive side starts to show over little ole you.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

You had been working alongside SVU for five years but had gone to do some work in Chicago for awhile, now you were back and absolutely ecstatic about it. You and the team went way back, especially you and Benson, having had a sister type relationship before your departure.

Now that you were back there was definitely some fresh faces on the team, especially that of the delectable looking delicious Nick Amaro. You had caught his eyes the moment you stepped into the precinct, riding with him and Benson to go talk to Ella Mendez, a 13-year-old girl who was found to be pregnant at a catholic school and had fainted during a play. He’d been watching you since you got there, the way you carried yourself was alluring. 4C dark brown hair into a mohawk atop your head, a tight grey pencil skirt with a white top tucked into it and a blazer paired with it. Confident and sure of yourself, a sexy inviting smile. Amaro would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you but he’d also be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed you checking him out as well. Only a matter time before the glances escalated into flirting and flirting escalated into more.

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“Doctor said the girl presented without any signs of abuse, her hymen is intact, there’s no sign of external trauma”.

Benson was explaining as the three of you walked into the hospital where Ella and her grandmother were getting checked out. You always hated these cases the most when they involved a child. They always had you going home and hugging your own tot a little closer to your chest. Phoebe meant everything to you, you didn’t know what you’d do if something had happened to her. She was all you had. Her father was a deadbeat and your family had disowned you after finding out you were bisexual. Truly, Phoebe and SVU was your only family.

“And she won’t say who the father is”.

“Poor girl must be scared out of her mind”.

You and Benson went back and forth while Amaro listened carefully to the details. Having this conversation with Olivia made you realize just how much you’d missed working with SVU and your little family. When you rounded the corner to see a scared kid, only 13. Your heart lurched a bit before continuing.

“There’s Ella. She’s clinging to her grandmother”

“Could be why Ella won’t open up” Nick started, getting an idea and a way to show off his charm to you and Benson…Mostly you, “Wait, just give me a minute…Aside from the spanish? Abuelita’s love me”. he gave a dimpled smile and winked at you before walking off to Ella and her grandmother.

You giggled to yourself and asked Benson, “He’s your new partner”?

“Uh, no. I’m just showing him the ropes”. She replied in a way that told you instantly how much she missed Stabler.

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This whole case turned out to be a damned mess, now that you were all made aware that the father was Ella’s age it made it clear statutory was out of the window and you couldn’t exactly charge a little boy for having sex with a girl his own age mixed with the fact he was Tripp Raines, son of an Ambassador.

Benson however, was struggling with letting it go so you’d decided to get Ella’s statement once more and what Ella was describing was a rape. Arturro brought her to a party at the Raines, Tripp got her drunk, forced her into bed although she said no, and assaulted the poor thing.

But you knew jurors wouldn’t see it that way, especially with his parents being powerful, putting an already traumatized little girl on the stand would fuck Ella up even worse. You knew they’d use the ambassadors status as a way to tell jurors this was all a way to blackmail the Raines and it’d turn into a huge mess. When you told Benson? A fight was set off.

“Okay, Counselor. There’s not much doubt there”. Amaro tells you after Ella discloses.

“I don’t know”. You sighed.

Benson raised a brow, “What do you mean you don’t know? She’s describing a rape”!

“Sexual misconduct, if we’re lucky and with his legal team? Consensual”.

Benson scoffed, a humorless laugh leaving her throat, “Are you kidding me? She’s 13”!

“So is he, so technically, that means—” Benson cut you off, anger emanating from her being.

“The lemonade was spiked. She was a virgin, she said that it hurt. She was crying, she said no”!

Amaro stood watching you two carefully, hoping nothing popped off but the air was getting tense and although you were the calmer out of you and Benson, he could see you were getting angry as well.

“There was no outcry afterward. He sent her flowers. Even Ella told you that she thought that they were gonna get married”.

“That’s his game”. Amaro talked calmly hoping to diffuse the situation, “I mean, he knows how to take advantage of girls like this”.

“Do you have any way of backing that up? Ella has changed her story three times. We can’t even prove that she’s carrying his baby! I mean, unless you want my office to compel a fetal DNA test”.

“No, No, No. It took a long time to earn her trust”.

“I’m sure it did”.

You’d messed up, both you and Amaro grimaced once the words left your lips. Benson turned around, now standing right in front of you with anger and curiosity in her eyes.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean”? Benson asked, arms crossed in front of her, “Counselor? What the hell does that mean”?

Amaro could see the situation had now boiled over and wanted to get out of there to give you two some privacy and get out of the line of fire, “Uh, I’ll go jump on the, uh, CAC paperwork”.

You and Benson kept staring each other down. You hated butting heads with anyone on the team but sometimes seeing eye to eye wouldn’t always be the outcome.

“Look, Olivia, okay. I understand you’ve been going through a lot”. You started but that only pissed her off more.

“Oh no. Don’t you dare patronize me��.

This was when you’d finally had enough yourself, rolling your eyes and gearing up for your own argument, you were an ADA after all.

“You’re off! What I saw? Your anger pushed her disclosure”.

“I’m off? You know what I see? An ADA who’s too afraid to follow the facts because the family has too much muscle. You and your office has lost your nerve”.

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For the next few days, you had never been so stressed and tense since your last big Chicago case. You and Benson hadn’t communicated outside of work in days and you missed her. She was like a role model for you, you looked up to her.

“I just got a call from the Raines’ family lawyer. They’re worried I’m about to indict Tripp”.

“And that leverage upsets you, Counselor”? Benson asked.

It had gone like that for the next week or so, Olivia was snippy with you and it cut deep each time. You knew, she knew it wasn’t your fault but Benson was tough and stoic. It’d take her a few days to get over this.

When the case was finally over and Olivia had finally come to tell you that Arturo had killed Tripp after finding out the Ambassador was his father too, apologizing for how she’d treated you, you were relieved. A complicated case was now most likely a clear cut one and Arturo would be charged accordingly. You were glad to have your friend back but now you needed to ditch the blazers and pencil skirts and get a damned drink. Agreeing to go out with Olivia and the team and maybe getting to see Detective Amaro out of his work attire. Olivia gave you a wink when she told you the last part.

“Oh and uh…dress cute. Detective Amaro will be there”.

She knew you all too well.

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That night you were the last to arrive at the bar, your hair had taken awhile to tackle, wearing a dress that wasn’t too dressy nor too casual and insanely comfortable to dance in because you knew after a little liquid courage you’d be out on the dance floor. When you walked in, you quickly spotted the teams table, hearing hoots and whistles as you walked up from everyone but Nick…Nick’s jaw was dropped to the floor. The man who had a lot to say was now speechless, staring you over. All he could think of was your curves in that dress, along with that damned smile on those all too gorgeous, glossy, plumped lips of yours.

(Your Hair and Dress)

“Hola, boys and girls! We ready to get this party started”? you asked, sliding up next to Nick and sitting down on a stool. Rollin’s side eyed you at this. She’d been eyeing Amaro for awhile now but it looked like he was taking no interest in her and seeing how he’d reacted to your entrance brought out her notorious petty side.

“Hey, Y/n. Isn’t that uh a little dressy for a bar”? Amanda asked, raising her brow. You knew she was trying to be petty, you saw how she looked at Nick and he looked at you but you weren’t about to stoop low over a man you weren’t even sure was attracted to you in the way you wanted him to be.

“You know I like to be a little extra, lovely. I mean these curves deserved to be shown off outside of a courtroom”. You winked at her and Amaro silently agreed with your words, his eyes hadn’t left your curves since you entered.

“I think she looks gorgeous. Don’t you, boys”? Benson spoke up, directing her attention to Nick and Odafin.

“You look good, girl! Do a spin for us” Odafin cheesed, he was like a father figure to you. Always had been. When you did a little twirl, Nick was snapped out of his trance, your coconut body butter invading his nose in the best way possible. He watched you and smiled, giving a wolf whistle.

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You had spent the night drinking and dancing with the Detectives eyes on you all night, you were a drink to take in and you knew exactly how to move your hips in a way that could send even the most loyal man into a one man battle with inner temptation.

Rollins hated watching this, Nick was practically drooling over you and she was tired of it. She’d been picking with you all night, little sly comments about the way you dressed, even at one point comparing your dress to that of a working girl. Everyone could see you were getting fed up. Nick was too.

The night was winding down and you rejoined the table after finally getting to dance with Nicholas, when you got back to the table, mostly everyone there was drunk or had left for home. The only ones there now were you, Nick, Benson, and Amanda.

Being the only two mildly tipsy people there, you and Nick were still perfectly able to talk without stuttering and think clearly. Amanda not so much. She had nitpicked almost everything about you so far, now it was time to nitpick your living arrangements, apparently.

“So, Y/N. You live in that big ole house by yourself, girl? With all that dancing you did, would’ve thought you were going home with someone tonight. Eyes sure were on you”. She said the last part bitterly and you were about to bite back when Nick stepped in for you.

“Actually, I thought I’d accompany, Miss Y/LN home”

“About time”

Benson smirked, downing one last drink. Amanda’s face dropped noticeably. Your cheeks were red and on fire, Nicholas took that chance to let his hand wrap around your waist, resting on your lower back, you said your goodbyes and left.

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In the car it was silent but you felt the need to speak up and thank him for what he’d done, “Hey, uh, thank you for that back there. I honestly don’t know why Amanda feels so threatened by my presence”.

Amaro knew. He and Amanda had hooked up one drunken night but he’d decided it wasn’t for him and she’d been trying to get his attention again since it had happened and these past weeks, she could definitely see the way Amaro’s eyes sparkled each time the counselor had walked in. He sighed, grabbing one of your hands, “I think I know why”.

Explaining the entire thing to you, he tries to make sure you don’t get uncomfortable at any point. Now knowing his feelings for her. When he finished his little speech, he looked over to you and you were smiling real big. Blinding. Your beauty never failed to leave the man speechless.

“Whatchu smiling so hard for”? He asked, gaining an eye roll from you. Something about Amanda being threatened by you because of Nicholas lighted a fire under your ass. You felt protective and possessive.

“Just waiting for you to ask me out so Amanda being threatened by me can finally be warranted”.

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After that night, you and Nick had been on quite a few dates. He’d finally asked you to be his girlfriend one month in and was quite the gentleman when it came to you. Touching you with a tenderness that no one had ever given you before. He was the perfect man but you wished for more. Ready to take your relationship to the next step. He’d met Phoebe and you’d met Zara and Gil, although completely by accident, and they’d fallen in love with you too but that wasn’t the next step you were waiting for.

He was so gentle, handling you with care but you’d be lying if you hadn’t dreamt of him pinning you down and fucking into you relentlessly, roughly. Owning you and going feral the moment he’d laid eyes on you in the nude. It’d gotten so bad you started daydreaming publicly. You didn’t push it, but maybe you wouldn’t have to. When new Detective Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi arrived, Nick was on alert everytime you were in the office. Sonny certainly didn’t mind a little eye candy.

One day, you’d come to the precinct to have lunch with the Detectives and especially Amaro, sitting at his desk while waiting for him, you zoned out, daydreaming once again about your handsome boyfriend Nicholas. Impure thoughts filled your mind and you were pretty sure you’d almost moaned before Carisi snapped you out of it, giving you that charming, polite smile of his.

“Earth to Y/N? Somethin’ on ya mind, doll”? He asked, rolling up the sleeves of suit shirt, sitting on the corner of Nicks desk. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Nick was back and his jaw was clenched watching Carisi chat you up. Nick had always been a possessive person and he didn’t like seeing you laughing and smiling that blinding smile of yours at the wrong man.

“Not at all, Risi. Just zoned out, guess I was in my thoughts”. You smiled sweetly at him, and Sonny couldn’t help but pat your head, you were like SVU’s little sister. You could always count on affection from the team. Danger however watched from afar.

“Ah, A hardworking woman. The team is going out for drinks later, you should come. I know Nick would love to see ya there”. Carisi winked at you, gaining a small giggle. Nick was still watching, Rollins went up to him, partially to check on him and partially because she loved to flirt with him even while knowing he and you were together.

“Mm, I dunno. Kinda wanna dive into my bed early tonight. Thanks anyway, I need to go find Nicky” Standing up, You kiss Carisi’s cheek which wasn’t out of the ordinary for you, you’d often left kisses on all the teams cheeks but because it was Carisi in particular. Nick was ticked off, barely listening to a word Amanda had to say. She could tell she was losing his attention when you were waltzing up towards them so she took her leave and let the two of you be.

“Detective. You didn’t come get me for our lunch, where were you”? You pouted, Nick’s face softened a little at your words but his eyes darkened when they wandered down to those plump lips of yours, he could just imagine them wrapped around his cock, he was drowning in fantasies of you, wrapped in his own thoughts, he barely heard you talking again, “Ayo, earth to Nicholasss” you singsonged, watching him snap from his trance.

“Sorry, Bebita. Hmm, How about you come over later? I’ll cook us dinner and we’ll have a nice night in, yeah”? He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his eyes on your lips once again. It was time for you to leave but you were cursing the Gods in your head that you had to leave the man in front of you.

“Sounds good. Too bad I have to leave, gimme lips before I go”? Nick chuckled, he absolutely adored your little quirks and how you’d ask for kisses. He’d be lying if he said he was thinking about eating anything but you tonight. Especially with the image of you and Carisi fresh in his mind, he was fully prepared to show you who you belonged to, tonight. Pressing his lips to yours and ignoring the hoots and hollers in the background. Just savoring your kiss before you had to leave once more. Waiting for tonight would be torture for him.

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Nick was never prepared for how sexy you were, you’d come over that night wearing your work clothes, nervously asking if you could take a shower. Hell, he didn’t mind. He told you to stay the night while you were at it but he absolutely wasn’t prepared to see you clad in one of his t-shirts, fitting like a dress on your curvy body, he could just barely see your underwear through the nearly translucent white fabric, blue lace. He was a man starved. He’d cooked as he said he would, making lasagna, pouring some champagne but Amaro was far from focused on dinner. His eyes were stuck to your body, especially your thighs. They were thick, you had beauty marks and freckles all over your body, including your face and they were even more prominent on your thighs. He wanted them wrapped around his head while he ate you out like you were his last meal.

Just as you were about to sit down, Amaro shook his head and beckoned you over, pulling your plate over to him. You were flustered when you realized he wanted you to eat while sitting on his lap, you came over to his side of the table and sat on his lap. Nick almost popped a boner then and there, “You know I can sit in my own chair, right? Sir”? that name. It dripped from your tongue with a devious intent, he knew you could finally see the hunger in his eyes. If he wasn’t hard when you sat down, he was surely hard now, “I know, I know but it’s much better eating with you in my lap, Princesa”.

The two of you ate in silence for a moment, although the sexual tension could be chopped through with a cleaver. When dinner was finally done, you’d stood up. You were sure he wouldn’t allow you to, but teasing was so damn fun.

“Since you cooked, I’ll handle the dishes. Wait for me”? There was a certain lilt in your voice that let him know you were trying to tease, rile him up, fuck up his self control. He wouldn’t fall for it.

“Nah, Querida. Let’s do them together”. He smirked, finally remembering what had made him so angry earlier. He was shedding his soft mood, his dominance and aggression starting to show once more. Standing up, he grabs some of the dishes and guides you to the kitchen. With the dishes in the sink, he glides up behind you, caging you in while you started washing, the biggest distraction ever, you thought.

“So, uh. You and Carisi looked super friendly today, Mi Diosa”. His voice was low, dark. Sent shivers down your spine, his grip on your hips was firm, possessive, you loved seeing him like this. Something about the possession radiating from him turned you on, had you weak in the knees.

“We were talking because he’d seen me all zoned out. Sonny’s cute, a gentleman. You know him. You jealous, Detective”? Cute? His jaw set, grip on your hips eased up for a moment when he removed the dishrag from your hands and spun you around to face him, his eyes were dark, staring right through your soul.

“Don’t play with me, Mujer” It didn’t seem possible but his voice got even deeper as he looked down at you, he seemed bigger than usual, you felt small under his gaze. Like a lion hunting a gazelle, he was waiting. Waiting for your next move, he thought you’d be timid and shy but the brattiness inside of you was begging to be released and his words only spurred you on further, your eyes were on him. He saw the defiance and was ready to play. “Or what”? You tilted your head, feigning innocence, “Go ahead, Tell me what happens if I just…Push a few buttons. Y’know like maybe…This one”? You teased, lifting the shirt a little, the shirt that had been bothering him all fucking night, he could now see those lace blue panties clearly and spotted a wet spot. Something that made him go even crazier for you, suddenly he was throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to his bedroom. Tonight he was gonna let go and go feral, tomorrow he’d make love to you but he was 100% sure he wouldn’t be able to control his toughness tonight. Not after seeing you with Carisi but…He was always the possessive type and you loved every minute of it.

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When you got to the room, he threw you onto the bed, crawling in between your legs and stripping you and himself down stark naked, not taking any time. His lips were on yours, biting down on your bottom lip and tugging slightly, the kiss was rough, full of passion, almost like the two of you were starved mad for one another, his tongue exploring you, savoring the kiss until you had to pull away for a breath. He looked at you through his dark lashes and his mouth curled into a grin, “I’ve been wanting this for so long. Touching myself, stroking myself to the thought of you. I’m gonna make you cum from my fingers and mouth alone before I finally fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours, Querida. Wanna see you unfold for me” His voice made you clench your thighs, Nick only chuckled and forced your legs back open, “When I’m done, you won’t fucking know your own name let alone Sonny’s”.

He started out slow, his tongue testing the waters. He kissed up and down your inner thighs, making sure to leave marks there. He loved the way your lip was between your teeth, struggling not to whine or whimper and he was just getting started, “Sensitive” he mumbled, mostly to himself. Moving up to look at your cunt for a moment, he wanted to picture this moment forever. He couldn’t take it any longer, leaning in, his tongue grazes your folds just barely before his lips goddamned locked around your clit. God, if only he could take a video of how your back arched and you struggled to keep in your moans.

“Let them out for me, Beautiful. I wanna hear you”. Nick looked into your eyes for a moment before diving in like a man starved, licking a stripe up your cunt, groaning at the taste. He was doing things you weren’t used to, no man had ever taken you this high from his tongue alone. The way he worked his mouth was insane, moans were dripping from your lips like a symphony. Music to Amaro’s ears, his own personal love song. When he added two fingers, you instantly clenched around his fingers, it was amusing. He was enjoying your reactions a little too much, along with the taste of you on his tongue, his cock was hardening against the sheets. That’s when he felt that familiar quiver, the way your moans strained, dragged out, you were about to cum. He didn’t stop his momentum nor did he change it, knowing that could ruin your high in seconds. Your legs shook, that coil in your stomach uncoiling. The second your cum hit his tongue, he lapped it up like a dog with a bowl of water. He couldn’t stop, not even with your legs shutting over his head from overstimulation. When he finally let you calm down, he didn’t look deterred at all. That beautiful smirk once more appearing on his face.

“Oh, Darling. You got more for me”.

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He slid on a condom, when you looked down, you were pleased to see a nicely sized cock, not too big nor small and it wouldn’t hurt you or split you in half like some cocky ass men wanted it to, “Amaro, Fuck me. Please, Sir. Please”. The way you begged for him, pleaded for his cock had Amaro crawling on top of you instantly, a switch flipped and he needed you now more than ever. To mark you. To claim you. You were his.

The strokes started off slowly, he rolled his hips into you, drinking in the low whimpers you let out and letting you get adjusted to the stretch, letting out low groans of his own. You were tight, your heat embraced him like you were made for him, your bodies molded, only fitting for the other one. Soon enough his thrusts became rough, alighting a fire within you. Your nails trailed down his back, leaving beautiful red scratches and pain so delicious Nick craved more of it. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, despite the roughness of his hips he still needed you to know the love he held for you. His Queen.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, tears rolled down your cheeks, embarrassingly so. You were a mess and Nick loved it. Watching you fall apart for him, knowing that you were his, he was the only ones making you feel so good. He wiped drool from your mouth before kissing you tenderly, whispering a simple “Open your mouth” before his thumb entered, you eagerly wrapped your lips around it, got it all sloppy with your drool, so fucking sexy. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, wrapping that hand around your throat and replacing his thumb with his spit which you enthusiastically swallowed down. His eyes got impossibly darker when seeing that.

“Such a good Dog for me. So eager. Tell me, Querida…Can Carisi make you feel this good? Can he make you go dumb on his cock? Drooling like a dumbass? No? Cause you’re mine. Fucking mine”.

You whimpered, his hips pressed into you harder, deeper, hitting your G-Spot repeatedly. He knew you could barely speak and definitely couldn’t answer questions, he’d made a mess out of you. He took way too much pride in that fact. It wasn’t long before he took you to the edge of release, just moments before tumbling over and he could tell because that glassy faraway look in your eyes once more returned, “Gonna cum for me, Doll? C’mon, Cum on my cock. Show. me. who. this. cunt. belongs. to”. He emphasized each word with a hard thrust and a grunt, enjoying the look on your face. So pretty. All for him.

“C’mon Pretty girl, Cum for me” He whispers, his voice husky. It was then you were sent over the edge, your toes curled, back arched, eyes rolled back. You clenched tightly around him, had him in a vice grip almost making it hard to move and the fucking moment you started creaming on his cock he was sent over the edge, thrusting relentlessly into you as he came into the condom, although he’d much rather cumming on your body, face, or inside you. Spurt on spurt of his sticky white mess coating your skin. The sheer force of his orgasm had you cumming again shortly after. When he finally collapsed beside you, he smiled. Finding out just how in love with you he really was.

“That deserves a wake up blow job, Nicholas Amaro” You rolled over, putting your head onto his chest. You were sore and achey but also in bliss and deeply in love with the man next to you.

Amaro chuckled, pulling you closer. He nearly purrs into your ear, “Only if I get to taste that delicious pussy again right after”.

“You have a deal, Detective”.

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A/N: fuck. this took days to write and i was sick for all of em. whew! i need holy water after this one, y’all. This was basically an excuse to write possessive Amaro and I knowwwww Sonny didn’t come this soon but humor me? This is NOT canon.

[k0komie]

you bitchless? (zhongli x childe drabble)

based on this meme

"I love your page so much"

Childe smiles at the message. It's not much, but it's honest work, running a meme page.

"haha thanks"

Three bubbles appear, catching the redhead off-guard.

Then,

"Damn you answer fast" "Are you completely bitchless?"

!!

Childe's eyes nearly bug out of his head. The audacity, the nerve --

"Says the one who replied immediately" "Guess were BOTH bitchless"

Childe's thumbs move before he can really think things through, and when what he's said hits him, he lets out a long-suffering groan. That definitely sounded better in his head.

Aggravated, he presses on geolord2401's username. Just to scope things out, see how hot (not) this person must be to accuse him of being bitchless. Not that he has bitches. Is bitchful? He's definitely bitchy sometimes, especially to Signora --

Off point.

"Ha! I knew he was ugly." The inner voice of Childe's is petulant upon seeing a blank feed. Undeterred, he clicks on tagged photos.

And for the second time that night, he's stunned.

Because geolord2401 is fucking handsome. Pretty, even. Insanely tall, well-built, with dark hair that Childe kinda wants to pull.

Fuck. He's definitely not bitchless.

[highqueenofelfhame]

rm day eight

day eight: blind date masterlist // ko-fi // redbubble // etsy

Aelin had seen her fair share of bitchy patrons at the upscale restaurant where she worked. There had been countless bills that came without a tip, total Karens whining over their food being undercooked or overcooked when it was perfect. She’d had drinks thrown on her, bowls of soup dumped on her feet. There were countless times that she had been hit on by drunk and sober men alike when she walked by. Aelin had lost count of the number of men her manager had escorted out for physically assaulting her with ass grabs or the one middle-aged man in a crisis who offered her money to spend a night with him.

Yet something about the blonde bitch at the table with the handsome silver-haired man was really starting to eat away at her patience.

Every time Aelin addressed him, the blonde cleared her throat and tried to get his attention back. While Aelin was just trying to take his order. More than once, she had wanted to look into her eyes and say, “If you’re threatened, just say it.”

But so far, she had held her tongue, being as cordial as she could when she had to address the woman. The only thing that made it any better was that the man seemed just as annoyed with his date as she was. More than once, he’d pulled his hand from hers and folded them in his lap, looking Aelin in the eye while he finished ordering or answering her questions. Twice they had shared amused glances while the other woman threw a silent fit over him answering Aelin’s simple questions.

“Is there anything else I could do for you?”

“Provide us with some silence. I’m finding your accent and the way you mangle words so boorish, and my meal would go down much smoother if you’d just give us some space.”

“Remelle.”

“She’s the help, Rowan. She’s lowly enough to work here and serve people; the least she can do is give me the peace and quiet to eat my meal.” Remelle flipped her pale blonde hair over her shoulder, and Aelin stared at her for a moment before forcing a smile onto her lips.

“Of course. I’ll return with fresh drinks and leave you be.” Had she played up her accent even more to get under the girl’s skin? Of course she did. Aelin never took to being talked down to while she did her job, one she was working while she made her way through Pytor, the most prestigious arts school in the entire world, with an acceptance rate of five percent. It was named after one of the greatest composers ever to walk the face of the earth and the school’s founder. And it was a damn honor to work at this stupid restaurant by the ocean for extra cash while she studied.

Aelin was still fuming while she poured a fresh glass of red wine for the woman, a whiskey for the man. Still fuming while she waltzed back to their table and set the whiskey before him, Rowan, as she turned to Remelle.

And then, as she lifted the wine glass off the tray and leaned over to hand it to her, two shades of blue eyes meeting, she simply dumped it down the front of the tacky white dress the unfortunate beauty wore. Red liquid soaked into the fabric, pooling in Remelle’s lap as Aelin tilted her head to the side.

“I’m so sorry about that,” she said, unapologetically and rather flat. She wasn’t sorry. And she wouldn’t pretend she was, either. “It’s on the house.” Only because Aelin had poured that glass with the sole purpose of dumping it all over the stupid bitch.

Remelle’s moon-white face went red with anger. If it had been possible, Aelin was pretty sure steam and fire would have been spewing out of her ears. It brought so much joy and peace to Aelin’s soul, even when she started yelling. Even when she looked at her boyfriend and said, “You’re really going to let her get away with treating me like this?”

“I think,” he said slowly but confidently, “That it was well deserved.”

And then Remelle was stomping from the restaurant, and Aelin couldn’t help the joyous laughter that bubbled from her lips. With a sigh, she sat down across from the man and realized that he was laughing, too.

“She might complain to your boss.”

“I don’t need this job. I have a trust fund and old family money that I could ride to my death. Working just keeps me from being wholly dependent on it and also keeps me from working my hands into stubs with practice. I’m sorry that you’ll have to hear about it later.”

“It was a blind date. A very horrible blind date. You just made it completely worthwhile, though. Thank you.” Aelin was relieved on his behalf that they weren’t further involved than that. She would hate for someone so handsome to be tied to someone so atrocious. “I’m really sorry for how she spoke to you. For what it’s worth, your accent is lovely.”

“I know it is. But people think I’m just lowly help and think it’s okay to speak to me like that. If she knew who my parents are, she would have changed her tune entirely.” Something like interest flickered across his face, but she waved his curiosity away with her hand.

“I’m still sorry. Nobody should be spoken to like that.”

“I agree. I’m still sorry for ruining your date,” Aelin said, though she wasn’t that sorry. It turned out he wasn’t that sorry either and said as much.

“You saved my date. I owe you.”

Aelin laughed and shook her head, “You really don’t. I should get back to work, though, before my other tables get as mad as she was.”

Aelin stood, dabbing at the wine that stained the pale green tablecloth as she did. She wanted to laugh again but reined it in, somehow. When she tried to walk away, Rowan’s fingers caught her own. She paused at his side, looking at him as he looked up at her.

“What time do you get off?” Aelin flicked her arm up, the metal of her watch sliding over her wrist.

“About an hour.”

“Would you… I don’t know, be up to spending some time with me tonight? I know a really good bar not too far from here.”

“Not above you to spend time with the help?” Aelin teased. Rowan’s lips twitched, a faint smile on his lips.

“No. No, I don’t think it is.”

“I’ll see you in an hour then,” she said, squeezing his fingers before dropping his hand and getting back to work.

Dumping the wine on that awful woman might be the best thing she’d ever done.

[sapphicquill]

TAZ Balance: the truth will set you free

(ao3 link!)

Rating: Teen 

Characters: Taako, Kravitz, Magnus

Wordcount: 2942

“You’re fuming, dear.” 

Taako turns to look at Kravitz when the reaper speaks, trying not to let the thin frown fall off of his face at the sight of his uncharacteristically smug dead boyfriend. From his spot as Taako’s personal body pillow, Magnus laughs quietly.

“I can’t believe he convinced you to teach him this shit,” Taako says with an exaggerated huff. The elf crosses his arms tightly across his chest, sticking his chin up haughtily to hammer home his petulence. Magnus laughs again, the vibrations of it rumbling through Taako’s back like a purr. Taako very courteously does not throw an elbow backwards into the fighter’s stomach, despite how much he would enjoy doing just that. Kravitz lets out a hum, smirk not quite leaving his unfairly handsome face. 

“It’s not my fault Angus got curious about multiclassing as a bard,” the reaper finally says. And, as much as Taako was loath to acknowledge it, Kravitz is right. Taako groans theatrically and pointedly does not actually respond like an adult, because fuck that. 

Angus had approached Taako after one of their lessons together--much less frequent than they once were, before Lucas had gotten the idea to start up a small magic school, but Angus seemed content to return to his first (and clearly superior) tutor whenever the chance presented itself. But instead of asking for some sage wisdom or deeply insightful advice from Taako himself, Angus had asked for confirmation that Kravitz had been a bard before becoming a reaper, then begged for Taako to bring him along for their next lesson. 

Kravitz had been over the moon when Taako begrudgingly explained the situation, and the reaper wasted absolutely no time in devising a lesson plan for the boy detective. Taako had to work especially hard to keep from swooning over his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and instead sulked to their other boyfriend about the cruelty of life. (Magnus had been very little help, the bastard. Taako left with a disgruntled whine when the fighter started theorizing on how to convince Ango that learning some rogue skills could be helpful too, the absolute traitor.) 

“You want to know what I think?” Kravitz asks after another moment of silence. Taako frowns as he finally lets his gaze meet the reaper’s eyes directly. 

“Not particularly, but something tells me you’re going to keep talking anyway, you dick.”

“You’re jealous.”

Taako feels himself freeze for half a second before he can pull himself together. Damn Kravitz for knowing him so well. Damn him and Magnus for making him feel comfortable enough to even let himself be read that easily. Damn them both.

“Oh fuck right off, you’re full of shit,” the elf tosses back almost automatically through gritted teeth. 

“Hey, play nice,” Magnus teases, poking Taako in the side. The unexpected jab sends a fluttering shockwave through the startled wizard, who squeaks before he can catch himself. Kravitz continues to look on smugly, not breaking eye contact with Taako as he scoots further up the bed and closer to the other two. 

“You’re very precious when you get all wound up like this, love,” he murmurs. Taako shifts, instinct telling him to pull away and hide, to clam up and put up an even harder front. A quiet voice that sounded worryingly sweet and comforting tells him to just come clean to the both of his boyfriends. It wasn’t like they didn’t know he was secretly a soft, if somewhat emotionally-deficient, sap. Magnus had definitely figured it out somewhere along that first hundred years, and Kravitz was frighteningly perceptive.

A sudden weight around his waist distracts Taako from the beginning of whatever bullshit emotional spiral he’s about to fall into, his body automatically pulling against the sudden restriction. Though the warmth of Magnus’ arms encircling him from behind sends an innate sense of calm through him, the elf nearly pulls something in his neck as he whips his head toward the human because Magnus, what the actual hell. Magnus has the decency to look a bit sheepish, but resolutely does not let go. 

“Mags…” Taako growls, narrowing his eyes and trying to look intimidating despite the growing fluttering of excitement in his stomach. He’s quickly figuring out Magnus’ plan and is now desperate to not show his hand because fuck, this got different, fast. This somehow turned into Taako goading his boys into absolutely wrecking him for being a stubborn piece of shit, which he hadn’t even considered as an outcome when this mock argument had started. Now, however, his mind is three steps ahead, already craving the feeling of his partners’ touches driving him insane.

Because here’s the thing—Taako, maybe, kinda, sorta actually likes getting tickled. He absolutely would never say as much, even under pain of death (and he is really familiar with how  fucking painful death can be), and the only other being in the multiverse that probably knows is Lup because, duh, twin sister or whatever. So it was always imperative Taako never let on in any way he didn’t exactly hate it when Magnus and Kravitz, whether alone or together, decide to tickle him stupid. He would probably implode from the embarrassment—and what a dumb fucking way to go after everything else. No, that wouldn’t do at all. 

Thus, it’s second nature for the elf to throw out menacing glares and cutting threats, which is exactly what he does as he feels Magnus flex his fingers and rest them at the center of his stomach. He’s unable to resist flinching at the sudden light touch to his bare midriff, though—damn, why did he and Lup convert the majority of his wardrobe into crop tops? 

Movement at the other end of the bed catches his attention, so he redirects back to Kravitz, face pinched and pout sufficiently exaggerated. 

“It’s quite alright, Taako, really,” the reaper says, affecting the tone he usually saves for puppies and small children, the absolute ass, “You’re allowed to want to be Angus’ favorite.”

“Shut up, I do not—” 

The remainder of Taako’s protest is swallowed by a sharp gasp as Magnus draws his fingers across Taako’s stomach with a quick flick

“Do you really think you’re in any position to be bitchy right now?” the human says, smile evident despite his gruff tone. Taako feels his ear twitch as Magnus’s breath skates across his skin and it takes every ounce of concentration he has to not shiver or let out a breathy half-laugh. Instead the elf remains as still as possible, frown almost ridiculously exaggerated and eyes narrow slits focused on Kravitz. The reaper adopts an over-the-top pout—no doubt meant to mock Taako’s own expression—and draws ever closer to Taako and Magnus. 

“Magnus, maybe you could help me convince our beloved to be more honest, hm?” 

The words have barely left Kravitz’s mouth when Taako feels Magnus begin to slowly drag his fingertips across his exposed stomach. Tiny zings of tickly sensation burst across Taako’s skin like low-level electricity and somehow keeping still and silent is the hardest thing Taako’s ever done in his life. He can’t, however, keep the warm bubbling feeling of anticipation and excitement from flooding his entire body, and that, of course, makes keeping still even fucking harder. 

Magnus’ fingers trail lightly across Taako’s abdomen before slowly gliding up his sides. Without really meaning to, Taako squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will himself into a trance by force. This clearly amuses both of his boyfriends, as their joint chuckles echo in stereo in the sudden darkness. Taako feels like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, one wrong move and he’ll cascade off the side and plunge ten thousand feet—

Then Magnus’s devilish touch reaches the top of his ribs and the dam breaks. 

A steady stream of hiccuping giggles pours from Taako as Magnus gently skitters light tickles across one of Taako’s absolute worst spots and even without looking, the elf can tell that his boyfriends have both got gleeful expressions on their stupid fucking faces. He squirms, trying in vain to block out the torturous sensation of Magnus’ fingers or escape their attack altogether, but that just seems to encourage the fighter. Feather-light scritches instantly turn into fast, fluttering pinches and quick vibrating prods and Taako would be embarrassed about how quickly he dissolves into full-fledged laughter if he wasn’t so busy absolutely losing his mind. 

“Ready to admit you secretly adore Angus yet, love?” Kravitz asks from far too close, Taako can tell he’s almost pressed up against his chest, but fucking of course he isn’t. He can practically hear the mischievous grin in the reaper’s voice when he shakes his head. 

“You leave me no choice, then.” 

Over the sounds of his increasingly frantic laughter, Taako can hear Kravitz speaking the incantation for Zone of Truth, and he’s sure Krav’s crimson eyes are sparkling with mirth. The unique sensation of enchantment magic washing over him barely phases the elf—he’s too preoccupied with Magnus’ deft hands flitting up and down his ribs to really pay it much mind. Taako squeezes his eyes even tighter and attempts to focus on resisting the truth spell, gasping around his laughter, trying to push past the way his nerves feel like they’ve been set alight so he can focus—

And then promptly fails his save. 

Of course he fails his save. How could he possibly concentrate on resisting a Zone of Truth from a powerful ex-bard-turned-Grim-Reaper with Magnus’ fucking fingers skittering across his abdomen, drawing squeaky, desperate laughter from him like water from a well? 

“Now, come on, dove, be honest with us.” 

And then Kravitz is tickling him too, on top of concentrating on a fucking spell, his nimble musician’s fingers skittering ruthlessly across Taako’s hips, and it’s impossible to think about anything other than the fluttering in his stomach, the laughter forcing its way out of his lungs, the pleasant fuzziness already clouding his mind. He can’t even remember Krav’s question, really. Taako’s brain feels like it’s been filled with cotton (but like, in a good way) and he can barely string two thoughts together before giving up thinking altogether. 

“Admit it, Taako, tell us the truth,” Kravitz purrs directly into Taako’s ear and even that tickles like hell, and between that and the two pairs of hands currently wreaking ticklish havoc on him, it feels like every wire in Taako’s brain is crossing simultaneously. He wants this to end and also never wants this to end, why can’t his boyfriends wreck him like this constantly, it’s not fair—

“Tell us, Ko, come on!” Magnus whines, seemingly trying to match Taako’s usual petulant tone as he drills his fingers into the wizard’s underarms and knocks his laughter up at least ten decibels, and that’s what pushes Taako to open his big, stupid mouth. He means to say something about the dumb boy detective, he really does, but instead all he can think about is Kravitz and Magnus making him scream and laugh and thrash around with teasing words and fluttering fingers and, well—

“I—I—” Taako’s voice breaks on a laugh, brain going a million miles an hour and also stuck in the mud simultaneously.

“Yes dear, that’s it, come on, out with it,” Kravitz says while rubbing incessantly ticklish circles into Taako’s sides. And that finally pushes an answer out of Taako, who manages to push through his laughter long enough to speak. 

“I fucking like being tickled, okay?—Shit—!”

Suddenly, the two pairs of hands on Taako’s skin still, and as his laughter slowly dies down, the full impact of what he’d just actually admitted to hits the elf like a cartload of bricks. Fuck. Shit.

Weirdly, instead of instant fiery panic, Taako is filled with a sense of...calm? It’s like someone hit pause on the entire fucking universe. Taako keeps his eye closed and resolutely doesn’t think about what just happened; doesn’t think about anything, other than a burning sense of mortification and the deepest desire for a hole to open up and swallow him up. 

“Nope, okay, that’s—I didn’t—no, fuck this,” Taako mumbles as he sits up, easily breaking out of Magnus’ hold. With eyes still closed he leaps up from the large bed and has half a mind to burn a Teleportation spell to get as far away from his boyfriends as possible before feeling a cool hand wrap around his wrist. Taako can identify the feel of Kravitz’s touch almost alarmingly well, and normally he sinks into it without more than a few grumbled faux-complaints. Here and now, the wizard doesn’t instantly pull his arm from Kravitz’s grasp like he desperately wants to, but he doesn’t move toward him either. Instead, he keeps his eyes closed and pretends he’s literally anywhere else. 

“Taako, wait,” and that’s Magnus’ voice, the one that always makes a small part of Taako melt because it’s so full of genuine love and affection and care and fuck, he has to open his eyes and face the two men he actually definitely loves, shit. He braces himself, not exactly sure what expressions might adorn the faces of his boyfriends but he’s prepared for the worst. 

The first thing Taako sees when he opens his eyes is, unsurprisingly, Kravitz, as the reaper is closer to him. What does surprise Taako is the look Kravitz is giving him. The other man looks—apologetic? 

“Taako, I’m so sorry,” Kravitz starts, and Taako feels his heart stutter a bit, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “I should never have cast Zone of Truth and forced you to tell us that.”

And that—

That’s not what Taako had expected to hear come out of Kravitz’s mouth. He’d more or less thought, at the very least, he’d get laughed at. Made fun of. Belittled. Shamed. This is—far from all of that. 

“I—what?” 

If it had been any other time, Taako would have congratulated Krav for actually rendering him fucking speechless, because that’s a rarity. As it is, Taako can’t do much of anything aside from gape, gaze not leaving Kravitz’s crimson eyes. 

“The spell, it didn’t compel you but it forces you to be truthful, and you clearly weren’t ready to tell either of us that you—” 

At this, Kravitz seems to pause, looking like he’s attempting to phrase his words as carefully as possible while still turning over this new information in his mind. Luckily, Magnus, as he always seems able to, picks up right where their Grim Reaper leaves off. 

“You’re totally waiting for us to roast you or something, aren’t you?” 

Fuck, has Magnus always been this perceptive? Taako could have sworn he was oblivious as all hell but no, this is the man he’s known for over a century, of course Magnus knows all his tells. 

“Well, we’re not going to,” the fighter barrels forward, always fucking rushing in, and Taako isn’t sure whether he wants to dive back onto the bed or Misty Step to the front porch to call Lup on the Stone of Farspeech and just scream. 

“Why would we? It’s not like you’ve told us something weird or bad or anything,” Kravitz adds, finally out of his own head. He sounds a little frantic, like he desperately needs Taako to believe him and fantasy Christ, Taako loves him for it. 

“Honestly, it’s kind of adorable,” Magnus adds. Taako finally cocks his head enough to meet the human’s eyes and he’s known Magnus long enough to tell when he’s lying. 

He’s absolutely not lying. 

The sense of relief that Taako expects to flood through him comes in waves. His heart is still beating a million miles an hour (which he hadn’t even noticed, fuck) and it still feels like he could cook a five course meal using only the heat collected on his face, but his desire to run and hide and sulk is retreating, and the space between Magnus and Kravitz is looking more and more inviting by the second. 

It’s the most natural thing in the entirety of the planar system for Taako to lower himself back onto the bed and resume his position lounging against Magnus. Quiet descends on the room and it’s warm, comfortable. 

“We should probably have a real conversation about this later,” Kravitz says, and Taako surprises himself by humming in agreement rather than groaning in protest. 

“Later,” he concedes, and then Magnus is shifting again and Taako’s about to grouse about how a moving pillow is a pretty shitty pillow when—

“So if you actually like getting tickled—”

An involuntary shudder shoots down Taako’s back at this, at Magnus’ voice curling around that word, fuck, and suddenly the great brute’s hands are back on Taako’s ribs and his fingers are slowly tracing Taako’s skin and it’s like a bolt of lightning through his entire consciousness. 

“Then you won’t mind if Krav and I get back to work, huh?”

Despite quickly being overcome by tittering giggles, Taako can sense a voiceless conversation happening over him, and then Kravitz is back in his space and his hands are inching up Taako’s thighs, squeezing and stroking lightly as they go. 

“Yes, Magnus is right—you never actually told us what we really wanted to hear, love,” Kravitz purrs, mischief and affection so clear on his face that there’s no room for Taako’s anxiety to even attempt to convince him of something horrible.  

So instead of spiraling into a pit of despair, Taako revels in the wide grin pulling at his lips, savors the electric sensations rippling across his nerve endings, and laughs. 

[elizabeethan]

Never Nothing- Extra # 2

Another little extra for one of my favorite series!! Soft domestic fluff meets angst... There will be a follow up to this one, eventually.

For @the-darkdragonfly who wanted this to be a 12 part series… we’re halfway there baby

Rated T, mostly for language 

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“Stop it.”

 “I’m only trying--”

 “No, stop it.” 

 “My love, if you’d just--”

 “I don’t want to!” 

 “--you may find that you feel better.”

 “I won’t. I will never feel better, ever, for as long as I live. I will feel exactly this horrible every second for the rest of my miserable life.” 

 Killian sighs softly, smiling at her despite how much it pisses her off and running his hand through her hair. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so uncomfortable.”

 “Having a baby in August is not a good plan.” 

 “No,” he agrees. “I’m sure you must be feeling rather miserable.” 

 She nods, pouting. “Extremely miserable.” 

 He softly kisses the tip of her nose, taking out the sunscreen he’s been begging her to wear and squirting some into his hands. “Now, just imagine how hot you’d be if we were still in Phoenix.” 

 “Shut up,” she grumbles, leaning forward just enough for him to get her back. 

 “You’re the one who suggested we come to the beach.”

 She glares up at him, her lips pressed into a tight line and her brows covering her eyes almost completely. “You’re on thin ice.”

 “I think you’ll find there’s no ice this time of year, my darling. It’s very hot out; it would melt.” 

He can’t blame her for being miserable. At 37 weeks pregnant in late July, she can’t seem to ever get comfortable. Her back hurts her endlessly, her hips are sore, she’s been suffering with horrible heartburn, and the mood swings are difficult to keep up with. 

 He wouldn’t have it any other way, though. 

 “Why don’t we get into the water? A bit of buoyancy is sure to help your back.”  

 She sighs in defeat and says, “I’ll probably just get sea sick. Or eaten by a shark. Or stung by a jellyfish.”

 He kisses her nose once more and takes her hand, hoisting her off of the chaise lounge and placing his palm on the small of her back where he knows she’s sore. “I’ll fight off the sharks and the jellyfish, my love.” 

 “Promise?” she asks as she waddles towards the shore with him. 

 “Of course.”

 She squeals as she tries to get into the chilly water, but once they’re in and she’s used to the cold, she relaxes a bit. His heart flutters when she leans back against his chest, letting him bear her weight as he runs his hand along her bump and presses a kiss to her shoulder. 

 Feeling her pressed against him makes the blood rush through his veins, and he’s glad for the cold water keeping any obvious signs of his arousal at bay. He’s always found her unbelievably sexy, but seeing her in her yellow bikini, her bump on full display, is enough for him to have almost kept her home today. 

 “I know what you’re thinking,” she grumbles, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the waves. “And no, we’re not doing it in the ocean.” 

 “I would perish at the thought of sullying your purity on a public beach, love.”

 “Purity,” she scoffs. “I’m knocked up at 22. Nothing pure about it.” 

 He kisses her neck, then her cheek, and holds her close to himself, his bare wrist pressed to the side of her belly and his hand holding it tenderly. “We've talked about this, love,” he murmurs against her skin. “How this child has come to be is not important. What’s important is how fiercely the two of us love him.”

 “I know,” she agrees softly, dropping her head to his shoulder and sighing as she lets herself relax further into his hold and into the gentle current of the sea. “I just wish… sometimes I just wish you were his dad.”

 He sways the two of them together gently, letting the waves carry them, and reminds her, “I fully intend to be. Biology isn’t really a factor here, my love.”

 She hums happily as she lets him support every ounce of her, effectively floating just below the surface with him holding her up. “I just feel… I love this baby more than anything. I don’t regret having him, I just kind of wish you'd been the one to knock me up.”

 “Me too,” he laughs, “but it’s alright, because this child will be as much my son as any that I sire.” 

 “I love you. Sorry I’m a bitch.” 

 “You’re the furthest thing from it, darling. I’ll not hear you talking about yourself in such a way.” 

 She hums again and shrugs. “I could probably chill out a bit. I’ve been pretty snappy.”

 “Well, you’re nine months pregnant.”

 “Maybe I’ll keep being bitchy after the baby’s born.”

 “I hope so. I like you when you’re fired up.”

 She lies in his arms for a while, content to float almost weightlessly in the water as the pressure of the babe she carries is finally relieved. He feels the lad kicking about beneath the water, likely entranced by the dancing waves, and chuckles softly each time he gets a strike to his palm. 

 “What would you like for dinner, my love?” he asks after a long silence falls between them. 

 “Chinese food,” she answers immediately. 

 “That’s a nice dream. What do you actually want, Miss High Blood Pressure?”

 “Baaaabe,” she groans, tossing her head back against his shoulder again and gripping his forearms. “I don’t want grilled chicken.”

 “You don’t have to have grilled chicken. We can stop for fish.”

 “The baby wants lo mein.”

 “He can have some after he’s born and his mother isn’t at risk for preeclampsia.” 

 She grumbles some more, her words incoherent and inaudible over the sound of the water lapping around them. “Chicken,” she finally concedes. “But only if you make that sauce you made last week.”

 With a snort, he asks, “you mean the one with the bacon in it?” 

 “That’s the one.”

 “Alright, love. Let’s get you out of the water before you give birth to a raisin.”

 “You’ve gotta work on your dad jokes.” 

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 The days seem to be getting longer and longer, time refusing to pass at a normal pace as she lives in constant torture and betrayal of her own body. She loves being pregnant, honestly, but it’s becoming a bit tiring. The baby she’s hauling around is heavy, and her back is killing her. Killian’s being very wary of her slightly elevated blood pressure when all she wants is Chinese food and chicken nuggets. Her mom still remembers her days as a perinatal nurse and won’t stop accidentally scaring her when she talks about what she’s seen during labor. 

 Killian’s looking forward to the delivery, and she tries not to let that piss her off. Of course, she’s more than elated to see him so excited for their child to be born, and she’s so lucky to have a partner who will be there for her throughout the whole thing. But each time he tries to show her something he’s read in a book, or a breathing exercise they can try together during contractions, she wants to chuck something at him. After all, she doesn’t believe that he’s truly ready for what her body will be doing in just a few short weeks. 

 “During a contraction, I can try to massage your lower back if you’re standing. How does that sound?”

 “Standing?” she asks doubtfully. “I can barely stand during cramps.”

 “Don’t let him fool you; the massages don’t help,” Granny says ominously while she places her plate before her. While he’s been very strict about her diet, Killian can’t keep her from getting her French toast from Granny’s on Sunday mornings. 

 “And did you have a walking epidural when you delivered in the Enchanted Forest, Granny?” he asks, his tone sarcastic. 

 She rolls her eyes as she places his eggs in front of him. 

 Taking a deep breath with her eyes squeezed shut, Emma places her hand on the top of her bump as a zip of hot pain rushes up her chest and into her throat. Killian’s silent and still as he watches her, holding his fork above his plate as his brows furrow while she waits for it to pass. Once the pain subsides, he asks, “alright?” 

 “Heartburn,” she breathes. He pushes her glass of water towards her encouragingly as she breathes steadily. “Damn.”

 “It won’t be long, love.”

 “Yeah, he better make an appearance soon. I wanna meet him so bad, and I wouldn’t mind if the indigestion went away.”

 “Morning,” Ruby says happily as she refills Killian’s mug, much to Emma’s jealous vexation. 

 “Morning Ruby. What’s the report for this week?” he asks, happily going along with her perception of herself as the town crier. 

 “Not much, but there’s someone new in town. Can you believe that? The dwarves are doing some research to find out if that means we can leave.” 

 “Well, that will certainly be interesting,” he agrees, giving Emma a happy smile. They haven’t even bothered to attempt to leave themselves, although it’s suspected that they can. 

 “And everyone is excited to have a newcomer.”

 “I’m sure he must be a really interesting character, what with him wanting to come to Storybrooke.” 

 Emma snorts, digging into her breakfast once her least favorite pregnancy symptom subsides completely. 

 “I haven’t met him, but I’ve heard he is kind of an ass.”

 Moments later, her parents bustle into the diner and greet her with a broad smile as they approach them. “Hi honey!” her mom says happily. 

 “Morning,” she smiles. 

 “How are you feeling?” she asks as she and David scoot the two of them down in their booths. “How’s my sweet little grandson?” 

 Mary Margaret places a gentle hand over Emma’s bump and she stiffens just a bit. It always feels weird to have anyone but Killian put their hands on her belly. “Okay. He keeps flopping around and giving me heartburn.” 

 She hums in understanding, patting her belly. “Have you heard about someone new being in town?”

 “We were just briefed by Ruby,” Killian answers. 

 “Well, I met him very briefly. He’s handsome and very charming.” 

 “I don’t think Emma or Hook care much about that, Snow,” David says, and Emma nods. 

 “Well, I heard he’s coming here for breakfast today. Isn’t that exciting? You two won’t be the newcomers anymore.” 

 Emma laughs and nods through another bite. “I guess that’s true.” 

 They continue to chat through their meal, David talking about his job as an animal control officer. Apparently, they’re thinking about adopting a dog he’d rescued a week ago, and Emma’s only seen him beam like this a few times in the short time she’s known him. Things are good, the French toast isn’t giving her heartburn, she thinks she’s going to have a good day. 

 Until the bell above the door rings. 

 And he walks in. 

 She takes in a gasping breath, her eyes bugging out of her head as she swings her head away from the door. “Alright?” Killian asks her softly, leaning over the table and taking her hand. 

 She shakes her head and feels his body go rigid with panic. If they weren’t trapped in the booth by her parents, she would grab his hand and run out the back door of the diner to escape him. 

 “Heartburn?” Killian asks softly, not yet alerting her parents of her sudden shift in mood. “Braxton Hicks? Contractions?!”

 “No,” she croaks. 

 “What is it, angel? Talk to me.”

 She chances a look towards the door and sees him talking with Ruby, probably flirting with her shamelessly. Then, she looks back at Killian and whispers, “Neal.”

 He raises a brow in thought and then she watches as the pieces of the puzzle click into place. He nods once, looking towards the door and grimacing. Ruby starts to guide Neal towards a table and Mary Margaret gives him a friendly, excited wave before Emma can stop her. She wants to put her head through the table; maybe he won’t see her if she does that. 

 The only saving grace is the fact that she can spread her legs out and tuck her bump under the table. The last thing she wants right now is for him to find out that he fertilized the egg that became her son. 

 “Mary Margaret, right? Hi,” he greets casually. “And this must be your husband, and--”

 He’s staring, but not at her. He’s gaping at Killian. 

 “What the… Hook?”

 Killian looks as baffled as Emma must, and he gives her a look of confusion that tells her he has no idea what’s going on. Only, when he looks at her, so does Neal. 

 “Emma?!”

 “You two know each other?”

 “Oh my god,” she grumbles, dropping her head to her folded arms on the table. She’d pushed her plate away, unable to eat anything more as the stress of her sperm donor making an appearance in her life eats away at her. 

 “Darling, perhaps we should--” Before he can continue, she kicks him under the table, not wishing to let Neal know anything personal about her, especially the fact that she and Killian are together and that she’s expecting a baby in a few weeks. 

 “Darling? Are you two, like, dating or something?” 

 “Emma and Ho-- Killian live together,” her mother supplies, and Emma rolls her eyes. 

 “Huh,” Neal says in response. “You sure do move on fast.” 

 “Mate, that’s not--”

 “I’m not your mate, pirate.”

 Killian chuckles awkwardly and asks, “do we know each other?” 

 Neal looks like he’s ready to snap, perhaps jump across the table and strangle Killian at his cocky response, but he’s interrupted by the door opening again and Mr. Gold entering the diner. “Bae,” he calls, not yet taking notice of what he’s doing or who he’s talking to. “What are you doing?”

 “Bae,” Killian breathes, staring up at Neal and Mr. Gold in astonishment. “You… you’re Neal?”

 “What is going on?” Emma asks through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to escape. The position she’s put herself in in order to hide her bump is horribly uncomfortable on her back (and she probably looks ridiculous), and all she wants to do now is go home and sit on her new couch. 

 “What’s going on is your boyfriend is a piece of shit,” Neal spits at her. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.” 

 “What, like I picked you? Lot of good that did me, what with the police, and the court hearings, and the community service, and the--”

 “Honey… This is Neal? I thought your name was Bae.” 

 “It was,” Neal grumbles back, turning towards his father and then back to Emma. “You told your parents about me?” 

 “Well, she kind of had to,” David responds condescendingly. “What with the--”

 “Dad. Please stop.” 

 “The what?”

 “Son, let’s go enjoy our breakfast and leave the family drama for later.” 

 The baby starts wiggling just as another bout of heartburn curses her, and she hisses, pushing her fist against her chest and leaning forward even more until she’s in an awkward position. “Honey, you need some tums. I told you, they’re safe for the ba--”

 “I’m fine,” she seethes, swallowing and breathing deeply through the feeling of lava crawling up her throat. She wants to leave so badly, but the moment she moves to stand, her pregnancy will become more than obvious. 

 “Family drama,” Neal laughs. “That’s rich, isn’t it, Hook? First my mom and now my girlfriend?”

 Emma glares up at him, practicing her mom-look. “Go away,” she insists.

 He scoffs and says, “Ems, come on. Let's get you out of here.” 

 “Excuse me?” 

 “Bae is Neal?” Killian asks through continued astonishment, looking down at his hand with his mouth agape, his brows furrowed. 

 “Stop calling me that,” Neal snaps. “You lost your right to talk to me when you killed my mother and sold me to Pan.” 

 Emma knows this isn’t true; Killian told her the story about the Crocodile murdering his first love in front of him. He told her about how he found her son years later and wanted to raise him as his own. She just had no idea that her son was… Neal. Evidently, Killian didn’t either. 

 “Neal, go away. Leave us alone like you left me to rot.”

 “I did that for your own good. You had to break the curse.” 

 “Right,” she scoffs. She wants nothing more than to rub in his face the fact that he abandoned her, homeless and poor and pregnant, but she holds in her anger. Truthfully, Neal leaving was one of the better things to have happened to her. It gave her Killian and their baby. It brought her to her family. It helped her find out who she is.

 Those facts don't make his betrayal sting any less, though.

 “Killian, maybe you should take Emma home,” her mother suggests through the haze of anger and confusion surrounding the table. He looks up at Snow, his jaw still dropped towards the floor and his eyes swimming with the guilt of his past, and nods. 

 “Aye,” he agrees, shaking his head and taking Emma’s hands. “Come, love. Let’s sail away.” 

 She wants nothing more than to agree, to nod and smile at him, taking his hands and letting him lead her out of the diner, but Neal remains firmly planted outside of their booth. If she stands now, she’ll reveal herself. She looks at Killian meaningfully with wide eyes, then glances down towards her belly and up in Neal’s direction. 

 He understands effortlessly and turns towards Neal, asking, “do you mind, mate? We’d like to head out.” 

 Neal rolls his eyes and concedes, stepping away from their booth and towards his father, and Mary Margaret and David stand to give them a path out of their seats. They're almost home free-- she can see the light at the end of the diner-- Killian leading the way and effectively hiding the evidence of her pregnancy. Or so she thinks. 

 Just as Killian’s hand reaches the door, about to push it open and gain their sweet escape, Ruby cuts them off with an excited greeting to Emma, reaching to give her a hug as she usually does and asking, “how’s my favorite little nephew doing? What is it now; three weeks to go?” 

 Emma freezes, eyes wide and face pale as Killian’s back goes stiff in front of her. The diner is silent, the early breakfast rush long over, and she knows Neal heard her. It’s confirmed when she hears the scratch of the chair against the floor as he stands and calls, “what, so he knocked you up, too? What a stand-up guy.” 

 The blood in her veins chills at his statements. Her jaw starts hurting with how forcefully she’s clenching it. She watches Killian turn around and fears that he’s going to confront Neal with the truth. In reality, though, he turns and looks only at her, taking her hands in his easily despite the fact that one is missing, courtesy of her ex’s father. “It’s alright,” he whispers, showing her just how much he understands her. Showing her that he can tell exactly what she’s thinking; can read the fear in her eyes at the thought of Neal finding out that this child is technically a part of him. “We can go,” he tells her. 

 She can’t help but to spin around, half turning to face Neal with tearfilled eyes, looking at him just once so that she can remind herself of the mistakes she’s made in her past. So that she can compare the despair he brought her with the joy that Killian brings so effortlessly. But it’s a mistake. She watches as his face falls, seemingly seeing just how pregnant she really is. 

 “Is that… are you…” He looks up at the ceiling, flexing his fingers as if counting on them. Counting the months since they were last together. Realizing it’s been almost nine months since their last encounter. Taking in just how large her bump is. “Emma…?”

 She should just turn around and leave, or ignore him; refuse to give attention to his thoughts so that she doesn't spur them on. But instead, she lets out a choked sob and buries her face in her hands as her tears flow freely. 

 Killian’s hand is on her back immediately, running soothing circles along her skin as he moves to stand in front of her and blocks her view of the rest of the world, consuming her with only his ocean-blue eyes. “It’s alright,” he whispers again. 

 “Did she say three weeks left? Is that…”

 “It’s okay,” he murmurs, and although Neal’s voice cuts through the air between them like a knife, all she sees is Killian. 

 “I wanna go home,” she cries softly, clinging to his hand and hook. 

 “We will,” he promises. 

 “Emma, is that my kid?”

 She can’t respond. All she can do is tilt her body slightly so that she’s looking past Killian’s right into Neal’s eyes, showing him the truth in her own. She can’t tell him with words that he fathered a child with her, but she knows that the look on her face is enough confirmation when his own pales and he drops back down in his chair. 

 He only stays there for a second before forcefully standing again, the chair colliding with the floor. Gold begs, “Bae,” reaching his hand towards his son, and Neal violently rips away from his father. 

 “Don’t!” He shouts. “Fuck.” 

 Before anyone can say anything, Neal is stalking towards Emma and Killian, and she almost feels nervous for a second, until he brushes past the two of them and slams his way out the door. 

 ~~~~

 Her lip trembles as he shuts the door, and she spins into his arms the second he locks it, bursting into tears easily. “He’s gonna take him,” she cries. 

 “Emma, no. That isn’t going to happen, love.” 

 She sobs some more, gripping his shirt with white knuckles, nodding into his neck and pulling him as close to herself as she possibly can with the bump between them. “He is.” 

 “You saw his face when he found out, darling. He has no interest. He’s already running.”

 “Everything was so perfect. Now it’s ruined.”

 “Nothing is ruined, my love,” he argues. “What makes you even say that?”

 She shudders in his arms, whimpering pathetically as the hormones take over and the fear of losing her child consumes her. “I wanted--” she chokes. “I wanted you to be his dad.” 

 When he pulls away from her, forcing her face from his neck, she cries out again, pained at the thought that she’s losing him, too. “Angel,” he murmurs softly, soothingly. “I am his dad. Perhaps the lad will simply be lucky enough to have two.”

 The violence behind her choked breathing is palpable between the two of them, showing him just how distraught she truly is as she asks, “you mean-- you mean you’re not leaving?”

 “You silly thing,” he breathes through a gentle laugh, pressing their foreheads together. “Do you really believe that that fool coming into our lives will sway me? I love you. Both of you.” 

 Her bottom lip trembles again as his hand slides along the side of her belly, the baby kicking against his palm in greeting. The fact that he didn’t stir when faced with his biological father doesn’t get past her as he wiggles against his dad lovingly. She lets out one last soft, whimpering sob and sniffles before saying, “I love you. We both love you.”

 He kisses her gently despite the tears and snot, making her laugh lightly. “Bae knows what it is to have an absent father, love. I’m… I’m truly shocked to know that the boy who lived on my ship all those years ago has done this to you. But I do believe that, now that he knows, he’ll do what he can to support you and the little lad. I believe he’ll do the right thing.”

 “Maybe I don’t want him to,” she pouts. 

 He smiles, cupping her cheek, and says, “that’s valid. And I know you're scared. But we’ll just have to sort out what’s best for the little one.” 

 With a heaving sigh, she drops her forehead to his chest and shuts her eyes. “Right now, what’s best for the little one is a nap.”

 “It’s only 10:30,” he jests, but despite his argument, he places his hand on the small of her back and guides her towards their bedroom. “Need a snack?”

 “More French toast.”

 “No. An apple.”

 “Never mind,” she grumbles, pouting as she collapses on the bed and holds up her feet until he starts pulling her sandals off. He shakes his head as he laughs lightly, running his thumb over her swollen feet and kissing her cankles. “Killian?” she whispers quietly. 

 “Aye, love?” he asks, almost as softly as he crawls up towards her and helps her lean back onto the bed. 

 She grunts unattractively as her swollen body flops like a fish across the mattress, drawing a soft smile from his lips. “I’m scared,” she whispers when his front wraps around her back. 

 “Aye, love. I know.” His hand slides across her giant bump, the baby kicking him gently, and kisses just behind her ear. “But you’re going to be fantastic. You’re so strong, and smart, and capable of anything you set your mind to.”

 “Then why can’t I just magic him out of here?”

 “Bae?” he asks with a surprised laugh. 

 “Yeah, I’ve been trying since we got home.”

 “You are a silly thing. And I love you very much.”

 With a contented hum, she pulls him closer to her despite the heat. “I love you, but let me sleep now.”

 “As you wish, my angel.”

~~~~

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

a/n; everything is fictional! 

the night was young but more often than not it was filled with bustling chatter and soft violins stringing through the ballroom. alas, it was the celebration of Queen Choi’s 65th birthday and the parliament was gathering tonight on the sparkling marble floors of the choi residence. in their normal herd, the choi brothers were dappered up their white ruffle collared dress shirts and suit jackets in the midst of the crowd alongside their cousins, prince taehyun and prince kai. no matter what the occasion was, they were always dressed gorgeously.  each of their hair was parted and curled beautifully over top of their eyebrows. their suits were made of the highest quality and tailored to their body shapes. they wore the finest of jewelry plated with pure gold. being born into a royal family full of riches had it’s perks and they always shone brightly on the five. 

“good evening your highness. might I compliment you on how handsome you look tonight?”. she bowed graciously in front of choi beomgyu who was currently taking a sip of his white wine. he swallowed just before staring her in her hopeful eyes. “no you may not. what you can do though is give me and my blood some space to talk. carry on”. he says before waving her off. she frowns shortly and walks away, leaving the rest of the four chuckling in her trail. 

“damn. so much for being courted”. taehyun mumbles taking a sip of his wine as well. yeonjun playfully pushes his youngest brother’s shoulder. “you know you’re up next to get married. it’s only a matter of time before mother arranges it”. 

beomgyu shrugs, “I don’t want anyone mother has for me. nor do I want any of these women who court me either. all they’re looking for is get rich quick schemes anyways”. 

“then what are you going to do? if you don’t get married soon you will never hold a higher spot in parliament”. kai adds. 

“literally. while all of us, yeonjun hyung, taehyun, kai and me, are being crowned you’re still going to be prince beomgyu”. soobin laughs holding his glass up to the air, sipping the last of his beverage in the sea of the group’s laughter.

“with no type of power or authority”. taehyun adds making the four of them laugh even harder. beomgyu rolls his eyes. he could admit, maybe it was embarrassing that even the youngers Taehyun and Kai were getting married before him. but that was only because the boys knew who they wanted and courted them accordingly. and also because the boys married safely within royalty. 

but beomgyu knew who he wanted as well. only, he wasn’t allowed to marry her. for she was of royalty of course but she was of different blood. she was apart of the choi family’s biggest rival, King and Queen Hendrix. 

and of course right at the very thought of her, she arrived. see, even if the choi’s and hendrix’s were rivals no matter what-- all royal families were invited to all events and celebrations and were required to attend, almost being forced to make peace each time both families saw each other. 

“here they go with their bullshit. if they start anything this time it’s going to be a problem”. yeonjun grumbles watching the King and Queen walk in with cheshire cat smiles and folks bowing to them accordingly. it was only a matter of time before the both of them approached the boys and of course they were all required to bow. 

“nice to see that you all are aging well. perhaps when you’re crowned you’ll assist our Princes with any decision making in the kingdom”. Queen hendrix spoke holding her head high and her lips tight. She always had this sweet tone in her voice laced with demise. heuning kai nods. “of course your highness. we’ll all make a wonderful royal family”. she gave them another smug glance and made a hmph noise just before walking off. as soon as she was out of sight yeonjun sucks his teeth. 

“i swear you’re such a kiss up heuning”. 

“what am I supposed to do? wave her off like beomgyu hyung does his courts? no thank you I don’t want to get killed”. 

they were arguing but choi beomgyu was eyeing her. yes, princess aaliyah. she happened to be wearing a brown sparkly mermaid tale gown. her hair was done up in a high curly ponytail with some curly strands hanging down in front of her face and diamond earrings dangling at her neck. her almond shaped eyes immediately met beomgyu’s and a smirk flickered at the corner of her thick umber glossed lips. he smirks back and let’s his eyes wander her body. 

pft. it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done it before. 

she adjusts her jewelry before strutting her way over. 

“and here comes bitchy princess”. tyun says, chewing on the leftover ice in his glass. soobin rolls his eyes. “why is she coming over here?”. 

“to talk about how her brothers are going to make better kings than us. what the hell else is new”. yeonjun adds. 

“good evening”. she bows. “I see you gentlemen aren’t socializing much. it’s hard to be crowned when you barely know anything about your people”. 

“you just arrived your highness. may I ask, how would you know what we’ve been doing?”. beomgyu snarls. 

“i assume it isn’t anything different from what you all do at any other occasion”.  

“and why is it any of your concern?”. beomgyu sneers again. the boys were silently laughing on the inside. beomgyu was the only one who was never afraid of talking to princess aaliyah the way she deserved without consequences. it was mainly why they always let him do the talking whenever she came around. 

she licks her upper set of teeth and smirked at his attitude. it was sexy. “you’re soon to be crowned with my brothers it’s always of my concern”. 

“well I think there’s some time until then isn’t there? run along your highness”. 

she sucks her teeth and he steals short glances at her boobs almost spilling out her dress. “you’re right. I have better things to do other than approach a bunch of undeserving halfwits. if you’ll excuse me”. she replies arrogantly before strutting away, beomgyu’s eyes following her petite frame until she was almost out of sight. 

“did you see how defeated she looked? ah! that shit was priceless”. yeonjun laughs amongst the boys once she was finally away. “i swear hyung I don’t know how you aren’t dead already. if that was any of us we’d be gone by the time we take our next breath”. taehyun mentions. beomgyu laughs with them. “I don’t know either. I have to use the bathroom though. I’ll be right back”. he assures. 

“fuckk mmh”. she whimpers trying to keep her volume at a minimum. they knew that if anyone were to find out about their affairs they’d be getting exiled. but that didn’t keep choi beomgyu’s head from under aaliyah’s dress. as soon as they bustled into the wash room he sat her on top of the washing machine and proceeded to eat her shamelessly. 

he wraps his tongue around her clit and sucks her wet folds generously, holding her legs open with his hands. he glares up at her with the most innocent eyes while he was doing so ripping her heart into shreds. he wrangles his tongue along each and every part of her making her back arch in absolute bliss. she felt herself. pound at the feeling of his slimy tongue sucking on her sensitive nub. 

“fuck! gyu you’re such a good boy for me”. she moans in a whisper running her hands through his hair. she tongue kisses her clit attentively. “you taste so fucking good”. he praised just before sticking his tongue inside of her. he presses his thumb against her swollen nub while tongue fucking her sensitive core. she pants with beads of sweat glissading down her chest. her hips stuttered against his lips. 

and beomgyu liked it. he loved when he was the one pleasuring her. he loved seeing her pretty face contorted in pleasure. he loved how erotic she sounded when she moaned. he loved how sometimes she’d get so wet for him he could see it through her pantties. he loved having her much needed bliss at his disposal. and he didn’t care what he had to do to get his fix. 

he always ate her slow and steady, taking his time but spending quality time in the places she loved, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. he dug into her thighs with his hands and dragged his tongue up and down her folds. he’d bob his head obediently sucking on her and moaning at her taste. she clutches his hair shaking at his speed. he ate painfully slow but it felt better that way. she loved when he took his precious time eating her as if it was his art. 

 but most importantly she enjoyed the risk of it all. him eating her when she knew it was forbidden. but she couldn’t get enough of beomgyu’s tongue and his lips. the way he fucked her hard and rough and looked at her like she was the best thing to ever happen to him. 

“oh god I’m going to c-cum”. she whines and beomgyu did nothing but ignore her cries and continue to let his tongue ruin her in every possible way. each time he slips his tongue out it was left with more precum than it went in with and he loved it all too much. he cradles her hips to his face to deepen the thrusts and she shakes at the overbearing feeling. “fuckk you’re so good with your mouth”. she breathes with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. she steadily grinds her hips down on his tongue. 

“yes fuck my mouth please”. he begs. 

“promise me you’ll only eat me like this choi beomgyu”. she pants desperately trying to chase the orgasm she needed. 

he squeezes her thighs feeling himself get hard at the sound of her needy noises and squirming.

“I promise i’ll always eat your pussy like this”

[arcwhore]

Trust

{rafe cameron} x {reader}

Request: Rafe cheating at a party. 

description: rafe has a soft spot for his little sisters best friend, and is there when she leaves. who’s gonna be there when he leaves?

warnings: angst, yelling, hitting

word count: 3163

Your heels clicked as you walked up the steps of the Cresswell family manor, tightly holding your clutch in your left hand. Your right hand was clasped around your boyfriend's arm, and you could feel his biceps flex in anticipation.

                                    ≿————-   ❈   ————-≾

Every year at the end of the summer, all the Kooks went out with a bang. You were to wear the most formal attire you could find, and come with the intentions of getting fucked up.

 You had always gone with your best friend, Sarah, but just about a month ago, she started dating a Pogue; who was undeniably handsome, so you were happy for her. 

“As long as you’re happy, Sarah. I will always stand by you,” you had told her. 

She slipped away after that, barely making any time for you, ditching you at Midsummers. She was always with John B, and it hurt, but you knew that she deserved a good relationship, and so did she. You had took that as your que to venture out to new places; find new people. By new people, I mean Sarah’s brother. 

The first night she ditched you, you showed up at her house, clothes soaking wet. Despite the time, you rang the doorbell. When no one answered, you held your finger to the button, hoping there would be some kind of rapid alarm. It was all high tech, so you were just hoping, but really, you were probably just standing there like an idiot. 

After knocking, banging, and ringing the doorbell multiple times, muscly legs descended down the stairs. A tired--and very grumpy--Rafe appeared, walking towards the door all while rubbing his eyes. He saw you through the glass and debated on turning off the light and going back upstairs, but he didn’t want to have to deal with your constant pounding on the door. When he opened the door, you immediately stepped inside. 

“Woah, hey, what the fuck are you doing here?” Rafe complained. He was surprised by your entrance, your clothes clinging to your body and showing off your perfect curves. The light pink shirt you wore was now see through, prompting his eyes to attach themselves to your visible cleavage. 

“Where is Sarah?” You asked him. You figured he probably wouldn’t tell you. That, or he actually didn’t know. 

“How the fuck should I know? Little miss princess is probably hanging out with her pathetic pogue of a boyfriend.” He grumbled, taking a seat on the stairs and staring at you. 

“She ditched me! Left me at home, all by mys fucking self, while she goes out fucking her boyfriend! They’re probably having sex on his shitty bed right now, and shes not even thinking about me!”

“Well, to be fair, if she was thinking about you in the middle of sex that would be a little awkward…” Rafe interrupted. You glared at him, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. “Did you really run all the way over here just to rant to me about my sister?”

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” you quoted. “Rafe, do I look like I have fucking teleportation skills? Of course I ran here! My car’s in the shop and Sarah was supposed to come over, but she didn’t and now 2 hours later, here I am, losing my shit because I’m not going to get a project done!” You vented. Rafe gave you a bitchy look, one eyebrow raised and his mouth in a straight line.

 “Come on, Rafe. Help me out here,” you begged. 

“Go home, Y/N,” he got up from his seat on the stairs, stammering towards you. He tried to usher you out the door, but you pushed his hands off. “Y/N…”

“Goddammit, Rafe!” you groaned, stomping out the door. You went out, sitting on the porch. You waited for the rain to die down, waited for some sign that it was going to slow; but it didn’t. 

Rafe watched you from inside, waiting on you to stomp your ass right back through the door, but you didn’t. You sat and stared into the night, watching the water droplets splash as they hit the stone pavement. His chest started to shrink as he watched you, his mind wandering. 

In an abrupt motion, he unlocked the door, pulling you inside. He motioned for you to follow him upstairs, and you crossed your arms reluctantly. You were starting to shiver from the AC, your cold clothes suddenly feeling like an ice bath. 

“Come on, I’ll get you some warm clothes.” you padded up the stairs after him, wondering why he was being so nice to you. You wanted to say something, to ask what the sudden change of heart was, but you knew it would ruin the moment. Your feet left prints on the floor, leading all the way to his bedroom. You watched him as he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt-- well, Rafe sized-- and handed it over to you. 

“Bathrooms’ through there,” he nodded. You muttered a thanks before going to get changed. You stripped out of your sopping wet clothes, dropping them onto the floor like a wet mop. Rafe’s clothes were a bit big, but they were so comfortable. You walked back in holding your wet clothes in hand, holding them out to him.

“I didn’t know what you wanted me to do with them,” you said softly. He grabbed them from your hands, walking out of the room. He left you alone again, but this time you didn’t feel lonely. You sprawled out on his bed, taking in a deep breath of the leftover cologne on his sheets. You would have never admitted it, but he smelled amazing; like clean linens and lemon shampoo. The sound of footsteps approached you, but you were already falling into the darkness of sleep. Rafe rustled through his closet, trying to find something to put on the floor as a palette. He laid down, taking a pillow off the bed and shoving it under his head. He had a scowl on his face, upset that you took his bed, but when his eyes drifted to your peaceful figure, the frustration faded. A faint smile took its place, and he closed his eyes, drifting off. 

                                  ≿————-　❈　————-≾

You walked in together, greeted by your friends who, not to your surprise, were already hammered. They giggled at your reaction, as you were trying to mediate their state until you got a little into your system. You let go of Rafe’s arm and headed to the kitchen. He watched you walk away, turning towards one of your mutual friends and starting a conversation. 

                                    ≿————-   ❈   ————-≾

The second time was Midsummers. You came to her house early, getting ready with her. She had told you that you two would dance and drink that night. She said she was sorry and wanted to make up for what she did. You were starting to doubt her more and more with every sentence she told you, but you agreed nonetheless. 

You had a light blue dress with leg slits while she had the same, but in red. You did each others makeup while she blasted music in her bedroom. 

“I’m sorry that I ditched you that night, Y/N. It was stupid... I don’t know what I was thinking skipping out on an opportunity to hang out with you,” Sarah apologized. She powdered your face, looking into your eyes sincerely. All you did was nod and smile, hoping that would suffice. 

“I missed you, Sarah,” you muttered. 

“I know, I miss you too. So damn much,” she put her brush down and gave you a tight hug. You sank into her embrace, allowing yourself a few minutes of peace before chaos. You sighed into her shoulder. 

“Let’s get this party started!” you suddenly screamed, changing the vibe in the room. 

“You bet!” Sarah replied. She walked over to her mirror, and you stood up to look at yourself. “You look beautiful.”

“You look gorgeous,” you smiled with reassurance, stepping into your shoes and heading downstairs. Rafe met you at the bottom wearing a light blue tux. Your eyes locked, and a spark of electricity ran down from your head to your toes. You felt all warm and tingly inside just from looking at him.

“Well look at us! Did you plan this Cameron?” You teased, stepping down to the 2nd bottom step to get to his height. A smile peaked through his lips, and he tried his best to conceal it. 

“Yeah, I definitely snuck into your closet just to see what color dress you were wearing just so I could match with your lazy ass,” he snickered. 

“Oh come on, you don’t gotta be mean, Rafe. We’ve known each other for 8 years, I think it’s time to start warming up.”

“I think we’re pretty warm, considering you slept in my bed the night my sister ditched you,” he struck. You rolled your eyes at his comment, simply just brushing past him. “We were talking, Y/N!”

“We were. Now were not,” you replied briskly, swinging the door to the Cameron household open and strutting out. He stared as you walked out, entangled in your sassy personality. He loved the way you fought with him; so playful, so harmless; but somehow, it always seem to hurt him the most when you walked away. 

You had been searching for Sarah for half an hour, and you were already frustrated. The party had started and people were drinking all around you, and it made it a lot harder to see through whiskey glasses. You grabbed an unattended drink from the bar, downing it in seconds as you walked inside. 

The music muffled inside the corridor, your heels clacking on the granite floors. You began to walk up the stairs, but you heard a deep voice rumble behind you. 

“Can’t find your precious friend?” Rafe asked. You spun around, your face turning red from embarrassment. You shook your head shyly. 

“It’s fine, I knew she would leave me anyway,” you shrugged your shoulders. He scoffed, looking at you with his pupils blown. “Don’t look at me like that, dumbass.” 

You averted your gaze, but it felt as if your eyes had magnets in them, and Rafe’s were the only other ones that could lock them in place. You felt your body start to heat up as he stared at you, and your sure that your eyes were starting to get wider. You felt his hand trace up your arm, the other grabbing your waist. You let out a small gasp, trying not to show him that you were too vulnerable. His hand reached your neck, reaching around the back of it and slowly pulling you in. He stopped right when your lips were centimeters apart, waiting for you to close the gap. 

You connected your lips with his, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. His arm snuck around your waist and pulled your hips until they bumped into his. His lips glided on top of yours so gently, not at all like what you were expecting from him. Both of your minds were wandering, but someone clearing their throat ruined the mood. You pulled away from each other, checking in the direction of the noise. Ward stood there with a smirk on his face.

“If you’re gonna kiss, go do it in private,” he winked, passing by and heading to the bathroom. He turned to look at you, giving you the ‘I’m watching you’ motion, and you giggled. You turned back to Rafe.

“What do you say we take this somewhere more private, good sir?” You joked.

“Of course M’Lady,” he smiled. 

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The smell of alcohol and weed was smothering, but you were trying to do anything to take the edge off. You had been looking forward to this party all day, and the fight with your parents early this morning didn’t help but fuel you more. You grabbed the closest bottle and took it straight, bringing it to your lips and feeling your body warm up. You kicked around the balloons that floated on the ground as you drank, swallowing swig after swig. You set down the bottle and took off your shoes, putting them on the pile in the corner before you saw Rafe headed towards you. You reached out your hands for him and screamed, “Let’s dance!” 

You dragged him out on the floor, backing up against him and grinding. He had his hands on your hips, swaying you, but he wasn’t holding you like he usually did. You spun around, trying to meet his gaze. When you turned, his eyes were preoccupied, but they snapped back to you before you could see what he was looking at. 

“What’s wrong?” Your head titled to the side in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. He shook his head.

“Nothing, sorry.”

“You sure? Cause I can get out way for you,” you retorted, rolling your eyes. You threw up your hands, exasperated, and walked to the kitchen again. He didn’t even try to follow you. You grabbed a pre-roll off the counter, pulling out the lighter in your bra. You inhaled, letting the smoke fill your lungs. Exhaling through your nose, your eyes closed and you allowed the beat of the music to flow through you. You started to sway your hips again, bringing your arms up in response. You moved towards the party again, joint still in hand. You moved through the overcrowded living room of sweaty teenagers, searching for your tree of a boyfriend. You took another drag, blowing the smoke in some strangers’ face. You couldn’t help but laugh when she made a disgusting face at you. 

The anger in your bones started to shake you when you couldn’t find Rafe. “I know damn well...”

Your thought process kicked in when you stepped out of the crowd. You stomped up the stairs, opening every door that was unlocked. You walked in on a few couples but left too quick to say sorry. You opened one door, and it was pitch black. You heard the bed stop squeaking when you entered. You flipped on the light, trying your best to make out the figures on the bed. It was a good idea, fucking a girl behind your back, but doing it in the dark so you would never suspect a thing, right? Wrong. 

“Rafe?” You shrieked, eyes settling on the half naked figure staring at you with wide eyes. You could hear the girl under him whisper to him. You smirked and advanced towards them. 

“Who is it, Rafe?” The girl asked. He stuttered, trying to find his words. He fully stood, trying to stop you from getting any closer.

“Yeah, who is it, Rafe? Who-” you pushed him back, “fucking is it?”

“Y/N, chill out,” he mediated. You laughed, looking over at the bed. 

“This bitch? Come on, if you’re gonna cheat on me, cheat on me with someone who’s prettier than me. It’s the least you can do!”

“I-I didn’t realize he had-” you interrupted the ginger.

“You, shut the fuck up and get out,” you yelled. She scrambled for her clothes, running out into the hallway with only her underwear on. You glared at him, waiting for a response. “Come on, say it big boy.”

“Y/N...” you raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in inquisitively. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, that’s all you got to say, huh?” He stayed silent. “You’re un-fucking-believable. I mean, who thought; Rafe Cameron actually being struck speechless? Bullshit!”

“Y/N, it was a mistake, I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized. His eyes were pleading, trying desperately for you to listen to him. You gestured for him to continue. “I love you, but I don’t...”

“You don’t what Rafe?” you asked. 

“I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship, Y/N!” You looked at him for a minute, trying to see if he was serious or not. His face never faltered, and you broke out into a smile. You were laughing so hard, trying not to break out crying in the process. He kept his gaze on you, his face full of confusion from your reaction. 

“You’re full of shit, Cameron! Just like the rest of your family!”

“Y/N, do we have to do this here?” Rafe pointed of the gatherings of people outside the door. 

“Do we have to- you dumb fuck!” you punched his bare chest. “Did you have to,” hit, “fuck,” hit, “that girl,” slap to the face, “here?”

“You’re a piece of shit, Rafe Cameron,” you turned and started walking out the door, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whimpered.

“Fuck you.”

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Cuddled up in your bed reading a book, you were interrupted by a knock on your door. “Y/N, baby, you have a visitor.”

“Who is it?” you heard feet scurrying at the door.

“It’s Sarah,” the sweet voice spoke. 

“Go away, Sarah,” you grumbled, stuffing your face in a pillow. You heard the door open and close and you rolled over on your back. 

“What do you want?” You asked harshly. She sat on the edge of the bed slowly, trying not to overstep her boundaries. 

“Look, I just wanted to say that Rafe’s been a total wreck without you the past few days-”

“Let me stop you right there; if you came over here to try to convince me to get back together with that douchebag, then you can go ahead and leave.” You sighed, throwing your head back. “I don’t wanna hear anything else about him.”

“No, God, no. I think he needed to feel some pain, kick his ass into line. I just wanted you to know how miserable you made him.”

“He made himself miserable,” you sat up, looking at her eyes for the first time in weeks. You missed the delicate features that you used to see every day. 

“I know, sorry. I’m just sorry that he did that to you, and I just feel like it’s my fault.”

“Honestly, it mostly is. You ditched me and he gave me comfort. It was just my stupid decision that led me to fall for him.”

“Well, didn’t expect the guilt trip today, but I guess I deserve that,” she chuckled. “Can we please start over? I’m so sorry for all the shit I did to you, and I’m sorry about how it all ended up. I miss my best friend.”

She gave you the pouty face which she knew you could resist. You thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing. 

“Fine, but don’t expect me to get along with your brother.” She squealed and clapped her hands together, giving you a caste kiss on the cheek. 

You looked at her and smiled.

“I fucking missed you.”

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