#i also want to write a really steamy scene OKAY

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A/N: I made a poll a few weeks ago about wanting to write a new smut with several different scenarios/characters with a winner of "Jacob Black x Reader"!

I initially wanted to write a really steamy, sexy scene but it ended up evolving into a steamy but also loving/fluffy sex scene! *i feel like this is werewolf Jacob meets cute, pre-wolf Jacob* I hope you all enjoy ;)

(PS: Nessie does not and will not exist in this fanfic, aka you and Jacob will live happily ever after. Also both of you are 18 or above ).

Summary: A few weeks after Bella and Edward's wedding, Jacob teaches you how to cliff dive. You're sure you could teach him a few things too...

The wind howled viciously, sending your hair flying in every direction and shivers that racked your body. You stepped closer to the cliff's edge, peering slightly over to catch a glimpse of the angry waves below.

Jacob stood behind you, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he scowled at you. "This is a terrible idea," Jacob huffed, his dark eyebrows pinching in worry.

Jacob never wore shirts, or at least that's what it seemed like. "It was your idea," you reminded him. Jacob glared at you in response but took a step forward.

"You're really going to do this, aren't you?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. It was a silly question to ask, since you both knew the answer.

"You better believe it," you grinned back at him. You pulled off your thick coat, leaving it folded on a rock beside Jacob's truck. You two would have to come back up for both sooner or later and the idea of being weighed down by a water-soaked winter coat didn't sound ideal. Your boots came off as well, for good measure.

The cold made your hands sting, turning your knuckles an angry red as you stood in your thin, long sleeved shirt, jeans, and socks. Jacob on the other hand, stood comfortably, despite lacking a shirt and in shorts.

"H-how are you not freezing?" you asked incredulously, your teeth chattering, "It's the middle of December!"

"I'm just a little hotter than most," Jacob winked at you, holding out a hand. "Ready whenever you are."

You rolled your eyes at him but brought your hand to his. You couldn't help but notice how much bigger they were, most of Jacob was anyway. They were also exceptionally warm just as you had expected. Maybe he did run warmer than the rest of people...

"Okay," you breathed, as Jacob guided you both to the cliff's edge, the waters below you lapped furiously at the rocky coast, "On the count of three. One, two, th-"

And suddenly you were falling. You screamed at Jacob for not having respected the countdown but it was useless, the fall was short and the wind howled even louder as you plummeted into the cold, dark water.

Your body sank like a stone, the weight pulling you down deeper into the frigid water. You thrashed your arms, desperate to make it to the surface once again. Thousands of little ice-like knives sank into your skin with every movement. You wondered how Jacob was handling the cold. But there were more important things to think about now. You were running out of air.

Now only a few feet from the surface, you felt a strong arm pulling you up towards it at an incredible speed. Your head broke through the surface, your mouth opening automatically to gasp the free air greedily. As your panic started to ebb, your sight began to unblur slowly, taking in your surroundings and the breathless boy before you.

"Y/N!" Jacob gasped, partially due to the little stunt he'd pulled with the jump, having swam around to find you, and worry. "Can you hear me?"

You nodded quickly, taking into account how clogged your ears were. "I'm good," you croaked, followed by a tamer fit of coughing.

Jacob wrapped a protective arm around you, dragging you along with him as his legs and free arm paddled you both towards the shore. You protested at first until it became clear that you were unable to swim that distance and that Jacob would never let you go.

"That was fun," you noted cheerfully, as the ocean floor below you began to rise enough for Jacob to stand. It would take you a little longer to reach.

"Yeah, well it's never happening again," he scoffed, wading out of the shallow water, "You could've died." You watched as little water droplets dripped from his short hair down his toned back and shoulders, secretly hoping swimming with him would happen again soon.

It was no secret that you were attracted to Jacob. Besides, he rarely hid the fact that he was interested in you as well. You two had met at Bella Swan's wedding. It wasn't a great introduction, to say the least, but it eventually blossomed into whatever this was. Jacob was always honest about what he felt but he had never made any grandiose confessions or even really specified what you were to him, apart from a girl he liked. He was careful around you.

Jacob's voice interrupted your thoughts and so did the cold. "You're going to freeze to death if you stay in there," he called out, a hint of superiority in his voice.

"Stupid fireboy," you muttered under your breath, as you dragged your nearly numb legs forward. He was right. Your fingers had started to turn blue and you became aware of how little of your body you could feel.

"What was that?" he grinned, amused at your suddenly cranky mood.

"Oh, I know you heard me," you hissed, swatting his arms away as he tried to pull you into them. "Stupid supersonic hearing."

Jacob laughed, clearly still thrilled. "Come here," he said, scooping you into his arms. You were so grateful for the warmth that radiated from his skin that you said nothing as he carried you across the woods.

"I could teach you thing too, you know," you said sullenly, watching the little beach disappear from your sight.

"I'm sure you could," he replied, "But no one's teaching anyone anything until you're out of these wet clothes and showered."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he intending to shower with you? You had never done more than makeout with this boy but the idea of him in a shower with you sent your pulse overboard.

Neither of you said anything else until Jacob's house. You had never really been inside before. Any ideas you had of it were based on the little you had been able to see when you peeked through the front door, waiting for Jacob in other occasions. Now, you stepped through the doorframe, taking in the small but cozy house.

Jacob walked you towards a little wooden door. "My room," he noted quietly, scratching his neck embarrassed, as you peered inside. It had a twin bed, a wooden desk, and a handful of tiny, wooden sculptures. On his bedframe, right above his pillow, hung a delicate dreamcatcher.

How many times had you imagined his room? Now you were in it, your past daydreams and fantasies coming to life.

"Do you want to shower first?" Jacob asked, pulling out a clean towel from the bathroom closet. Oh.

"Sure," you said, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the slight disappointment that dripped in your voice. This was, after all, the first time in his house, he wasn't going to rush into anything just because you were here.

Showering brought back the humanness in you that had been lost to the cold. Your skin returned to its normal feel, slightly tingly from the warm water and you could now feel every inch of yourself. You lathered yourself up in soap, scrubbing extra in all the places that might be the slightest bit smelly. You washed your hair too, getting rid of any sand or seaweed that had found its way there.

You wrapped yourself in the large towel that Jacob had given you, grateful that it covered you almost entirely. With the edge of the towel, you wiped away a circle on the foggy mirror. You looked almost the same as you had this morning, which was a relief.

Jacob sat on his bed, fiddling with his hands as you tiptoed into his room.

"You can go," you said softly. Jacob looked up at you. You could tell he was trying his hardest to keep his eyes on yours. A hint of blush spread along his face, as his eyes made their way down from your mouth to your neck and finally landing on your collarbones.

Jacob stood up quickly, pulling pieces of clothing from his drawers. "Cool," he smiled at you, "Don't go anywhere."

Jacob's room felt cozy, even with just you in it. Your hands unfolded the lumps of cloth he had laid out for you: one oversized t-shirt and a pair of what seemed to be old boxer shorts. You pulled them on gratefully, now really feeling warm and cleaned up. They smelled like Jacob, a scent that sent your heart into an excited flutter.

The sound of running water sent an excited shiver down your spine. You had imagined Jacob showering so many times on your own, taking your time to really focus on what he did in there. If only you could see him now. The idea of Jacob naked now, made your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

The silence broke your train of thought. Jacob would be back in his room in just minutes and here you were, fantasizing and hyperventilating over him. You sat down on the edge of his bed, making an effort to take deep breaths, an attempt to look as normal as possible. You sat awkwardly on the corner of his bed, trying hard not to be suggestive or the opposite of that.

Jacob walked in, his hair still damp and holding the tightly wrapped towel around his hips. Your eyes made their way to where his towel met his bare skin, your imagination wild. Seeing him now was so different to all the other times, this time there was almost nothing between you except a little towel, ironically.

"Enjoying the view?" Jacob's voice pierced the deafening silence but his playful tone didn't match his eyes. His deep, dark eyes burned into your own, a want behind them that was almost palpable. You felt your face growing warm at his words but there was not an ounce of regret in you.

"I think you're wearing far too much clothes," you answered boldly, an answer he seemed to enjoy as you watched a smile creep onto his lips.

"You're one to talk," he chuckled, turning away from you as he searched for his next change of clothes.

"I think that's an easy problem to solve," you said softly, pulling off the boxers you wore and tossing them over to him. Jacob caught them easily, pulling them on quickly before dropping the towel.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He was getting dressed, not undressed. You felt stupid now, feeling significantly naked despite the dress-like shirt that covered you.

Jacob seemed to pick up on your puzzled expression. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously, exhaling before he spoke. "I've never done this."

It actually came as a great surprise that Jacob was a virgin. You had expected him to be fairly experienced, given his attitude and the obvious physical attractiveness. Now you were thrown off your game.

"I-I really thought you had," you confessed, "A few times actually."

Jacob shook his head, his eyes still trained intently on the floor. "Never really got the chance," he said softly.

A pang hit your heart. Jacob seemed truly embarrassed and almost hurt. It had never been your intention to make him feel bad about the matter. You knew something had hurt him far before your had come along. You didn't know much about his past attachment to Bella Swan but you were sure that she wasn't a person that had brought him much joy during that time.

"It's okay, Jake," you assured him gently, "I was just curious but it doesn't matter."

Jacob brought his gaze up to you, his eyes soft. "I'd like to try but I don't want to hurt you, Y/N."

"You won't hurt me, Jake," you replied, walking over to him before reaching your hand out to his. He took your hand in his, the warmth of his skin spreading all over you.

You pulled him towards you, your eyes never leaving his. "You have to promise me that you'll tell me if I hurt you," Jacob said earnestly, his grip on your hand tightening faintly.

"I trust you," you whispered, wrapping an arm around his neck, placing your other hand on the side of his face.

Jacob leaned his face against your hand momentarily before taking your face in his hands, pressing his lips softly against yours. It was no surprise that his lips were just as warm as the rest of him. A shiver ran down your back as you kissed him back, your lips moving gently against his. Your hands found their way to his hair, running your fingers through it. Jacob groaned, pulling you closer to him, his breath quickening. Soon, every bit of you was touching him, every inch of skin against him. You could feel the little droplets of sweat beading on your forehead and running down your back from the heat of his body.

The need for him gnawed at you, the flutters in your stomach grew as Jacob took you into his arms, your legs straddling his hips. A ripple of pleasure went through you as you made contact with his hardened length, barely concealed by the boxers you'd thrown at him earlier. Jacob walked you over to his bed, his strong arms holding you up against him, his lips never leaving yours. He laid you down slowly, placing a steady hand against the mattress on either side of your body.

You brought you lips back to his eagerly, hoping he wouldn't be as careful with you anymore. You knew you weren't going to get anywhere as long as Jacob tiptoed around you. You were going to set the pace. Your kisses deepened as you ran your fingertips lightly down his neck towards his chest, Jacob's breathless sighs mixing with yours as you touched him. Your fingers trailed down along his chest, making their way towards the edge of his boxers. You could feel Jacob's stomach quivering as you brought your touch closer to him. You wanted so badly to feel him trembling beneath your hands.

You dipped a finger under the band of his boxers. He felt so much warmer than anywhere else. You wanted to feel that heat everywhere. Jacob's breath hitched when your hand came in contact with him, so hard and hot on your fingertips. Instinctually, you wrapped your hand around his throbbing length, not surprised its size. He was so big. You brought your gaze back up to Jacob, who now had his eyes shut tightly and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. You watched him as you gave him lazy, long strokes, practically drooling at the noises that came out of his mouth. He looked so beautiful, so lost in your touch, his muscular arms beginning to shake as he kept himself propped up above you. A finger rubbed softly against his already wet tip brought a strangled moan out from Jacob. Your strokes became quicker, mesmerized at the feeling of him growing harder in your hand.

Jacob slowly began to come undone above you, his whole body shaking as he held himself up above you still. "Please," was all he could coherently plead. And you loved it. Seeing this vulnerability in Jacob was something you were not expecting and it only made you want him more. Your strokes returned to the slower pace you had started with, knowing he was just minutes away from cumming.

Jacob opened his desire-filled eyes as your hands came to a stop. You pushed him back gently, your hands on his muscular chest, until he was sitting on his knees. You propped yourself up on your elbows, pulling his shirt off of you, as Jacob watched you with wide eyes. Now fully exposed before him, excitement coursed through your veins. Jerking him off had made the heat pool between your legs almost impossible to ignore. You were desperate for any sort of release and you were going to get it.

You laid yourself back on the bed, Jacob still kneeled at the foot of it, his eyes trained on you, running up and down your naked body. Slowly, you ran a hand down your chest, pausing to squeeze your boobs before trailing your fingers down your stomach. Your legs parted, knowing very well what view Jacob would have from where he sat. And you began.

After years of knowing your body, touching yourself was simple and well known. Your fingers brushed your clit lightly, gasping at the shock that ran through you. The circles started slowly, pacing yourself as the tightness in your stomach began to build. You lost yourself in the pleasure, not holding back the moans that sprang from your lips. You knew very well Jacob too, was touching himself. You could hear it. The noises of his slick hand running up and down his length, mixed with his soft groans and breaths.

You opened your eyes to the vision of Jacob touching himself, his eyes dripping with lust as he watched you do the same to yourself, the veins on his arms bulging from the movement.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked slyly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"You," he panted, his chest rising and falling as he responded.

"Mmmm," you breathed, "What about me?"

"About touching you. Tasting you. Being inside of you and making you feel so good," he said, his deep voice strained as he tried to contain himself.

"I want you to," was all you said.

Jacob was back on top of you in the blink of an eye. He was everywhere. Kissing, touching, and licking every inch of you. He felt like the sun, spreading a delicious warmth all over you. His mouth was on your stomach, parting your legs with his arms before trailing down to your inner thighs. You wanted him so badly and he knew.

His mouth found your clit, giving it a light lick as your eyes rolled back, gripping his hair tightly. You moaned as you felt Jacob's tongue drawing circles, your hips bucking involuntarily seeking more.

"Mmm," Jacob hummed, sending vibrations through your core as he did. You were so close.

"Wait," you breathed, your mind foggy from the pleasure. Jacob looked up at you, his expression slightly worried.

"Is everything okay?" he whispered, his mouth still wet from you.

"Kiss me," you commanded, pulling him to you eagerly. Your lips met in a frantic effort, tasting the sweet, slightly salty taste of yourself on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, moaning softly at the feeling of his hardened dick against your bare stomach.

Jacob rolled over onto his back, his hands on your hips as you now straddled him. Your hips moved automatically against his, brushing your clit against his cock, your wetness dripping onto it.

"God," Jacob groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he guided your movements to an even quicker pace. "So hot."

"I need you," you breathed, throwing your head back as you neared your orgasm again, "Inside of me."

Something snapped inside of Jacob as you moaned those words. His hands fumbled to find a condom on tiny nightstand beside his bed, wasting no time in pulling it down his cock. You lifted your hips as he positioned himself below you before pulling you down for another kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours as his thumb stroked your cheek.

"I am," you replied, kissing him gently.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. Your heart leaped.

"I love you too, Jake," you sighed back.

You lowered yourself onto him slowly, taking time to adjust to his size, listening to Jacob gasp as you took more of him in. He stretched you perfectly, the tip of his dick hitting your G-spot as you started to tentatively bounce up and down him. As you sped up, Jacob's hands found your boobs, taking them into his mouth as you moaned his name, his hands snaking their way down your back.

"Jake," you moaned, as his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple.

"Tell me," he groaned, "Tell me how good I make you feel."

"So good," you panted as Jacob's lips found your neck, biting your soft skin gently.

"That's it," he pleaded, "Ride me just like that. Please, Y/N."

Your hips were moving at an incredible speed, bringing you so close to the edge. You could feel Jacob's cock twitching inside of you, signaling his approaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," you whined, no longer worried about what you said or how. All you could think about was Jacob.

"Mmmm, cum all over me," he breathed, his fingers gripping your ass tightly as he made you ride him even faster. It was all too much. Jacob inside of you, Jacob groaning your name, his breathless pleads, the heat of his body. Your orgasm shook through you, you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Your sight even blurred momentarily. Jacob's orgasm quickly followed your own, your name falling from his lips repeatedly as he buried himself deep inside you one last time.

It took you both a few minutes to catch your breaths, entangled in a sweaty mess as you did. Jacob stroked your hair softly and you traced imaginary swirls along his chest.

"So," you began, "you love me?"

Jacob laughed, his whole body shaking and ultimately shaking you as well. "Of course I do, Y/N."

You shrugged. "You'd never mentioned it."

"Well, my past love confession didn't go too well," he sighed, "Which I know is unfair to you but I wanted to use those words carefully this time, especially with someone as special as you."

"I understand," you smiled, propping your head on your hands to meet Jacob's gaze, "It's just nice to hear is all."

"It's nice to say," he said, his smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

"Hmmm," you said thoughtfully, "Are you going to tell your dad?"

"Got nothing to hide," he winked at you, "I'll tell all of Forks if I have to."

"Jake!" you squealed, though you knew he truly would. Jacob was the showing off type.

"Kidding," he said, poking you in the side, "Unless..."

"Knowing you, you'll probably call the local radio or put up posters," you rolled your eyes at the idea of either of those happening, "Why don't we go cliff diving again tomorrow?"

Jacob's smile tugged even harder at the corner of his lips. "I've got an even better idea. Something you taught me today."

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A/N: honestly I didn't know how to end this oneshot I'm so sorry it's a little meh :/ but I really loved writing Jacob x Reader sm I might turn it into a oneshot series!!!

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just one kiss ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: You and your husband always seem to want each other at the most inconvenient times. Tonight, it happens to be right when you're about to sleep before your next work shift. You find it harder and harder to say no.

pairing: Taehyung x reader (f.)

genre/AU: PWP, fluff, smut, established relationship, married au, comfort

word count: 3.6k

warnings: softdom!taehyung, sub/minor switch!reader, swearing, kissing, asking for consent, f*inger*ng, ✨sensual✨ but also r*ough penetrative s*x (oc on the birth control), big d*ck, light neck b*ting/sucking, praise kink (both), body worshipping, pleading (tae just wants to please...), hint of possessiveness, hint of banter, m*ssionary/two ways, t*t sucking/f*ndling, impr*g kink (both), multiple org*sm, mentions of aftercare, Tae being a little whiny at first, he calls her baby/darling, mentions of vintage, rated R movie

now playing: Where I Belong by Bobby Bazini, Drops of Jupiter by Train

a/n: I have nothing to say other than I've been on a writing spree this week and this happened....heh 😅 Taehyung's Type 1 photos made me do it! Okay, bye! Hope you enjoy 🤍

Taehyung looked more than handsome when he came home tonight, the buttons of his dress shirt undone just enough to let your eyes greedily wander his smooth, tanned chest. The sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows too, displaying his rather muscular biceps.

He’s been working out with the guys more frequently the last few months and yes, you’ve been silently benefiting from it.

Of course, you loved the way he looked before too —he’s sexy either way.

Despite feeling very much teased by your husband (though it wasn’t his intent), your evening consisted of dinner and a movie instead. It's an old, vintage film he's been dying for you to see for ages—an underrated classic assigned by his college professor during his final semester. When you caught sight of the VHS tape in his hands earlier, you quickly connected the dots of what the evening would look like.

But while both of you initially immersed yourselves in the black-and-white film, things gradually changed about halfway through when a number of rather steamy scenes started playing.

"It's not exactly about the sex," your husband explains as matter-of-factly as he can. "It's passion between the two main leads who've been repressed for so long. Not only by society but also from their own set of social standards. They're finally breaking free."

"Gotcha," you nod, "I suppose it's a turning point for them then." You continue watching the movie until one of the leads begins climbing over the other, stripping the other of their clothes. "God Tae, they're really showing a lot here. I wasn't expecting this much action for a movie made in the 40s."

Tongue in cheek, he studies your somewhat taken aback facial expression. "You see why it's such an underrated film for its time?"

"Mhm," you reply, your throat suddenly feeling dry. "I'm, uhm, I'm beginning to see."

Once you're certain his attention is back on the TV screen, you sneak a quick look at him. He’s completely serious, appreciating the artistic direction of the film. Meanwhile, you on the other hand are suddenly getting very distracted by past images of your husband's naked body flashing through your mind (No thanks to the film he’s chosen).

Fuck __, get it together, you scold yourself.

You're never typically this affected by a cinematic sex scene for fuck sake.

"You okay?" His deep voice jolts you in surprise.

You smile, hoping you seem composed. "Uh, yes, fine. Just...enjoying the movie."

Taehyung hesitates for a moment, appearing somewhat suspicious, then responds with a simple, "Good. I'm glad."

Once the movie ends, you both climb into your shared bed, feeling mutually exhausted. You're rolled on your side now, him behind you with a hand secured around your waist. Taehyung's embrace feels so comforting with how close he holds you.

But then, you feel a subtle poke in your lower back and it tells you everything you need to know about where his next agenda is heading; he’s hard.

You’ve been pretty worked up since your head hit your pillow yourself, however, the movie took over three hours to finish. Your body is not nearly strong enough for any messing around tonight, plus you have work in less than eight hours. You simply do not have the time or energy.

Taehyung thinks otherwise.

“Baby?” his breath tickles your skin as he presses himself against your back. Long, gentle fingers find their way under the material of your shirt easily. The touch is cool against your warm skin, causing you to shiver ever so slightly. “Baby, are you awake?” he tries again, voice laced with the richest honey.

Fuck, you curse to yourself, he’s decided to use that voice; his seducing voice. Okay fine, who are you kidding— it’s his normal voice. After all, it doesn’t take much for him to turn you on with that naturally husky voice of his.

You can’t give in though. You seriously have work at the crack of dawn, and if you let him have his way now, you’ll be at it all night. Taehyung likes to take his time with you whenever you're intimate, per usual. Or, alternatively, the two of you end up abandoning all self-control, choosing to go round after round instead.

“Mm,” you let out a sleepy groan, “Not tonight, Tae. I have work in the morning.”

Subtly, you close a hand over his to stop his movements. Somehow, during all your thinking, they managed to travel dangerously close to your boobs.

“I haven’t even told you what I want yet,” he protests, a near pout.

You stifle an amused chuckle. “I'm no stranger to what you’re doing, Tae. We’ve been together far too long for me not to know. I can also feel you in my lower back,” you note, referring to how hard he’s gotten. “Tomorrow we can do whatever we want. Wait one more night.”

Your husband buries his face into the crook of your neck, attempting to snuggle into you. “Promise?” He presses a feather-like kiss to the delicate area and you can’t resist the faint moan that it elicits. Your neck has always been highly sensitive, which your husband knows all too well.

“I promise,” you barely manage to form a reply.

“Seal it with a kiss?” He asks as innocently as he can. Though, you have to question his antics. You really wanna turn your head around and kiss him like he wants, so badly. But what’s stopping you? The fact that his lips are always so soft and you know you’ll be after more.

Fuck, now you want him.

"We kissed plenty of times earlier, didn't we?" you struggle to keep yourself composed, voice cracking.

"Not nearly enough. Please, baby, I missed you the entire day. One kiss.”

God, you sigh inwardly, he’s too fucking hard to say no to.

“We’ll go to sleep right after,” you state as sternly as possible, twisting your neck until you're eye to eye with your husband. It’s dark in your bedroom, but you can tell by how lust-blown his eyes are that he’s just drinking you up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, catching you completely off guard. You blush instantly, cheeks flaring with warmth. You hope your husband won’t notice due to the pitch blackness of the room, but he does, given the cheeky smile that spreads across his face. “Oh god, I love you so much,” he says, then presses his lips firmly to yours in a passionate kiss.

Not another word slips out from either of you for the next half minute, your mouths instead moving against each other rhythmically. You both let out breathy moans as your tongues begin fighting for dominance (your husband wins easily). You didn’t mean for it to go this far, really you didn’t. Nonetheless, here you are in a heated make- out with your husband, one hand lifted above your head to thread through his silky hair.

Taehyung grunts the rougher you pull and slides his own hand to your inner thigh, gripping it tight and prying it open. Naturally, you roll on your back which he gladly takes as his opportunity to pull you towards himself.

With your bodies facing each other on your sides, his bare chest comes flat against yours, Taehyung lifts one of your legs until it comfortably snakes around his hip.

“Tae,” you struggle to catch your breath as he begins planting kisses up and down your neck, “We can’t…I...have to work.”

He doesn’t reply, choosing to suck along the delicate part of your neck instead. Your eyes roll up in response, every nerve in your body feeling like they’ve been set on fire.

“Tae, baby-” you start again, but he hushes you.

“Darling,” he coos, “we’re kissing right now. I’ll stop if you want me to, but don't you think work can wait for a while?” He then nips at your jaw before capturing your lips again. They’re going to be bruised if he keeps this up. “Do you really want me to stop? Say the word and I will.” He’s looking at you now, patiently waiting for your answer. You think he’s quite sneaky for leading you into his honeytrap, but who are you fooling…you want this.

“You’re right, screw work.” You then pull yourself over his body, forcing him to lay on his back as you sit up and straddle him. “I love you.” You then lift your top over your head, revealing your naked chest to him. He’s seen it a million times and each time he looks at you with such widened eyes, so full of awe.

“I-“ he starts, bringing his hands up to gently caress your sides. The pads of his thumbs circle over your skin soothingly and you hum in satisfaction. “I love you too,” he finally says. “You’re so fucking amazing. My best and worst dream wrapped into one giant tempt-“

“Okay Tae, shh," it's your turn to hush him now, sweet as you can as you roll your hips forward and into his. It's just enough to draw out a throaty moan. “I think it’s clear we both love each other quite a lot hm? Because I adore you too," you add.

He nods in understanding.

“Then,” you lean forward until your centimeters from his face, ass in the air. “Fuck me.”

A growl like you haven’t heard before instantly drops for his lips. Taehyung grabs your waist with sturdy hands and flips you both over, his body hovering over yours so closely as your back hits the mattress. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, fingers dancing along your sides. “May I?” You know exactly what he’s asking for so you nod.

“Please do.”

His palms move up to your breasts not a second later, thumbs rolling over the hardened peaks. Your back arches into hands at the friction, eliciting soft, drawn out moans from both of you.

“Shit,” he swears, hands tightening around you as he gropes your tits, “I want to suck them,” he deadpans and you nearly choke at the bluntness. Usually, he asks permission for a second time, but he doesn’t this time…not that you mind the subtle change.

“Go ahead,” you give him the green light and it’s all he needs before bringing his lips down to close around your boob. Your jaw clenches as his tongue sensually licks around a nipple, gently biting it now and then. It’s clear that the wetness between your thighs only increases with every movement. “Please, need more. It feels so good, but it’s not enough…fuck!”

You gasp when his tongue suddenly moves from your breast and latches itself to the ridge of your neck. You want to tell him not to leave marks where you can’t cover them up, however, he’s far too convincing that you don't.

“I know baby,” he hums, disgustingly seductive, “we’ll get there but let’s be patient, hm? Your body looks so perfect right now. Wanna savor it a little longer. Is that okay? Will you let me do that?”

The gentleness of his request, paired with his ridiculously deep voice, sends literal shivers up your spine. You want him to fuck you here and now, yet you feel yourself bending to his will. But no, that won’t work tonight. You hate to say it but you really are pressed for time.

“I-Taehyung if we don’t fuck soon, it’ll be dawn and before we know it I’ll have to leave and the last time we tried-“

“Alright, easy darling,” he relaxes you from your long winded argument with a small chuckle, “I concede. I’ll fuck you.”

You feel yourself clench in anticipation as you watch him get up to remove his pants, swallowing hard when his generous length meets your eyes.

You shouldn’t stare.

It’s not polite to stare.

You’re shameless, truly, because you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Look at me, baby,” Taehyung calls you out of your daze, to which you quickly lift up your chin to meet his piercing gaze. “Tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty head of yours.”

“I…want to suck it,” you admit, no longer able to hold yourself back.

Your husband hums at your response and climbs back towards you on the bed, stopping near your legs.

“Suck what?”

“Uhm, well,” your voice wavers and you don’t know why, other than the fact that you are getting major distracted by the way his fingers smoothly guide your knees up, prying them apart.

“Yes? I’m still listening.”

Being that you’re wearing shorts, Taehyung moves his head between your spread legs and presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Say it,” he encourages, “we both know the answer anyway.” You can feel him practically smirking against your leg.

“Don’t be cocky,” you counter, not yet realizing the weight of your reply until Taehyung directs his gaze on you with an amused expression.

“I think we both concluded a long time ago that that’s pretty near impossible for me, don’t you think?” He replies, earning a brief chuckle from you. Not before a small, exaggerated eye roll of course.

“Alright, you win. I want your cock,” you say, “No more of this cat and mouse game, but I'm so riled up. I need you inside me. You’ll let me suck you off tomorrow though, right?”

“If that’s what you want, darling. I’ll do anything for you.” He grazes the band of your shorts before continuing. “For now, these are going to need to go.”

You nod and he slips the thin material, along with your underwear, off your body. “Fuck,” he swears, taking in your naked form. “I’ll never get over the fact that you look like this. So beautiful, and only mine to see. Fuck. I don’t deserve you.”

With a single finger, he begins tracing up your center, easily feeling the wetness that’s gathered between your thighs. You don’t have time to feel even a shrivel of embarrassment when he begins sinking into your velvety walls, all the way down to the knuckle.

“Oh god, n-no, you deserve it. You definitely deserve it,” you stutter, back arching into his touch as he curls his finger in you. He then slips a second finger next to the first, to which you involuntarily clamp down on. “Fuck, your hands feel so good, Tae.”

Your praise evidently encourages him as he moves his fingers faster in you, curling them against your sweet spot repeatedly until you’re sure your neighbor, the one who lives across the street from you, can hear you.

“I’m gonna come!” You suddenly shout, the first orgasm of the night washing over you in the seconds following. When Taehyung slips his fingers out of you, it’s no surprise that they’re completely covered in your come. Per usual, he cleans them off himself and your core clenches at the action.

“I need to feel you,” he says shortly, bringing his body over yours until he’s directly above you, eye to eye. “Please, I’m so hard right now.”

You nod eagerly, feeling similar. “I need you too. Please...please fuck me.” The tip of his cock drags along your entrance, sliding against your slit before finally pushing in. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

"Shit," he swears, bottoming out in you, "So wet, you're so wet, baby."

He starts a slow, steady pace at first, fucking into you deeper with each thrust of his hips. It's not rough, but rather sensual, as he loves nothing more than sinking himself into slowly, until you're letting out moan after moan, his name the only word on your lips.

"Let me hear you, darling," he coos, dragging his length all the way out before pushing back in, "I want to hear all your pretty moans tonight. Fuck, you feel amazing, do you know that? Such a perfect pussy."

His praises make you absolutely delirious as you toss your head back, eyes fluttering shut to bask in the pleasure.

"Am I making you feel good, too?" he continues. "Let me know if I am. I wanna make you feel nothing but mine; my darling, my wife."

"Yes, fucking yes. You're making me feel amazing Tae-" Your arms wrap up around his upper back, nails digging into his shoulder blades helplessly. Taehyung winces at the slight pain but doesn't stop his movements, preferring to bury his face into the small juncture between your neck and shoulder instead.

He then returns the favor by nipping at the area with his teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough that you give a short yelp. He licks over it after, soothing it gently.

"Oh g-god," you moan breathily, "I-I think I'm gonna come again." You find yourself clenching around him right then, and it takes your husband off guard as his balance slips, his body falling into you immediately. His elbows manage to re-stabilize himself and to your demise, allows him a new angle to fuck you from—one that's deeper, faster, and causes your legs to wrap around him tighter.

"Come for me," he nearly growls, gradually picking up his pace as he thrusts himself into you rougher, "I wanna feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Fuck, don't hold back."

"I'm c—" You have your release before the words have the chance to fully form, your husband covered in you for the second time of the night. "Please," you start a plead. "I want you to come too. Tell me how you want me. On my hands and knees, yes?"

With a soft hand, Taehyung lovingly caresses your face and presses a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you just like this, actually," he says, not an ounce of demand in his tone, "that way, I can see your beautiful eyes when I fuck into you. But I want your legs over my shoulders....if that sounds good to you."

As if you didn't just have your release, you feel your thighs threatening to clamp together at his request. "Yes," you agree hurriedly, "Anything sounds good, I just want you. And I want you to come too.”

With that, Taehyung straightens his back, throws your legs over his sturdy shoulders, and starts fucking into you mercilessly. He's fucked you sensually, worshipped your body from head to toe, praised you, and now? He's gonna finish in you.

"Holy shit," his grunts are labored as he chases his high, desperate to finally have his release. "Too m-much...so fucking good! I'm going to breed this pussy tonight, tell me how bad you want it, baby. Tell me...please."

It's inevitable that his desire to get you pregnant slips out, as it happens nearly every time you fuck. You share the same desire too, however, contrary to what just fell from his lips, he most certainly will not be getting you pregnant tonight—you're still on the pill. One of these days you might just let both your dreams come true, but for now you'll play into the fantasy.

"I do, I want it so bad," you moan, legs shaking as his cock plunges into you, his hands gripping around your hips. "Give me your babies, Tae, I want the—"

"Shit, I'm gonna come!" he suddenly announces, his thrusts growing messier as he twitches in you. He's dangerously close to finishing, and so are you; for the third time of the night.

"Come in me, baby," you struggle to say, "You deserve it so much, fuck, come in me Tae! Don’t stop, I wanna feel you cover me.

"Fuck!" He thrusts in you one last time before the cord within him finally snaps, ropes of his come filling you up instantly. He then lazily fucks you a few final times, attempting to ride out his high before setting your feet back on your mattress.

"I can't believe," he pants, now laying on his back beside you, "we nearly skipped all of this tonight."

"Yeah well, I was tired," you reply. "But I was also extremely wound up and that movie we watched might have had something to do with it."

Taehyung turns his face to you with a playful smile. "I know," he says simply. "I could tell from how hard you were trying to concentrate on the movie that you'd rather be jumping me."

"I-What? When did I give that impression?" You meet his eyes in shock. You thought for sure you were keeping yourself pretty well under wraps.

"Darling," he draws your face towards his to peck your lips, "you can only sneak glances at me so many times before I'm bound to notice. Not to mention the amount of times you excused yourself to get a glass of water when you had one sitting in front of you, on the coffee table, the entire time."

"Oh," is all you reply with, warmth spreading on your cheeks.

"For future reference, if you want to pause the movie and hm, do other things," he exaggerates his words, lifting a corner of his mouth into a faint smirk, "you only need to ask. I'll never say no to you."

"Evidently, same here," you chuckle lightly, "I'll consider it for next time. I'm actually really tired now."

"Me too, we should clean up and get to bed. I'll get you a towel," he rolls off the bed and heads straight for your joint bathroom.

"I love you!" you call out, though you're unsure that he heard you until he pokes his head out from the doorframe.

"I love you too, stay there okay? I'll be back in a second," he flashes a grin at you, then ducks back in.

Well fuck, you think, you're never giving him up—ever.

a/n: yeah, he's my dream 🫠 Now, I'm going to be good and go continue my series lol.

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[aho-dapa]

Side note, because I'm watching a video essay that's pretty much saying everything I've been thinking about about,

With sjm's writing, what separates it from a typical romantasy not to take seriously is that post ACOTAR, the author suddenly says to take it seriously.

Feyre's Calanmai Hall scene isn't about Feyre not wanting Tamlin's advances, but that she does, she's just doing the typical romantasy protag thing of rejecting what you really desire. Think about how this contrasts with Rhysand's scenes utm, she doesn't want them and its not given enough detail, but this changes after Feyre and Rhysand get together. For example, the CoN scene. The fucking mid air thing. The telepathy sexting that can happen at anytime without true consequence. Very exhibition. Much voyeur.

This is literally sjm's fantasies played out through Feyre and Rhysand, and even through Feyre and Tamlin.

Despite how much I like Tamlin, he only really became a truly nuanced character in hindsight for me because of sjm's unintentional manipulations of her own narrative. In ACOTAR, he's also built around Feyre the same way most characters are in the first book.

He is built to fit into Feyre, he's meant to parallel her acceptance of her own desires, her own beast through him, because submitting to him is submitting to herself. That's why Feyre's themes get mixed up post ACOTAR, she loses that beast like quality to become a star to suit Rhysand. And sjm brings that back in ACOWAR with the Mirror (although it doesn't hit like it once would have because instead to fitting Rhysand to Feyre, sjm wrote Feyre to fit Rhysand).

The thing that's frustrating is that sjm is the one that is saying these are just not her fantasies on page, she's the one that brought mental health into it, brought up abuse and neglect, and handled it all so poorly.

It's this thing where sjm still wants to have the upturned-nose high ground in her books, she wants to be right, she doesn't want Feyre to be questioned or truly be in the wrong because Feyre is her fantasy. sjm likely writes Tamlin to not like human slavery, not want to be like his father, and with a self sacrificing personality while keeping his beast like qualities for the steamy parts. Because he's written to have that middle ground most people looking for that fantasy can still enjoy while not being too disturbing for our modern sensibilities.

That's why some people not looking for this find Tamlin and Rhysand's actions strange and gross, but people who already indulge in those fantasies were okay with it. And there's even people who think that ACOTAR is too vanilla (me). Anyway.

Basically, ACOTAR is not meant to be taken seriously, its literally another romance book with a fancy (?) cover. Post ACOTAR is not tho, so sjm makes a big deal about taking it seriously because she wants that middle ground with Rhysand when honestly, Rhysand could have been a dark romance ML and no one would have batted an eye. But that wouldn't work for the precedent sjm established with the middle ground, she needs that 'he's feral and sexy and toes the consent line but it's fine because xyz' in her books, and that's why the fandom is so divided. We can't decide whether or not to take it seriously or not because sjm switched up.

Her fault as a writer is that she didn't do this well at all.

I mean, this is also coming from the same woman that briefly had another one of her characters entertain their sovereign right to colonization in goodwill, so. This woman should never have been taken seriously. Unfortunately, she insists upon herself. So in order to actually discuss these books, we have to take her silliness seriously.

(Which is why I stopped because it's an endless cycle of saying sjm wrote something silly and because she's saying it's serious, now we gotta be serious about bat birthing or whatever)

Never forget how I saw a bat get birthed just to actualize how stupid the *gets shot*

[coryothesub]

SíI just have this idea in my head and I can't get it out. I only think about how Coryo and Sejanus would react if a +18 scene appears during a movie

Okay okay so I'm gonna describe their reactions first and then I’m gonna write a little drabble (which will probably turn out longer than expected) because I miss writing snowjanus x reader so much!

nsfw / mdni

Sejanus would become all giggly and playful, he is a free spirited boy who is up for all kinds of experiments so he would be eager to reenact the scene right away. You would desperately try to focus on the movie, but it would become pretty much impossible as soon as you’d feel his hands and/or lips on your body. Him whispering “we need to try this out” in your ear would be the last straw and then you would just get to it.

Coryo would try to stay cool and focus on the movie, but you would soon notice a slight blush on his face. The boy would feel embarrassed by his own reaction and all the naughty little thoughts running through his head. Good Capitol boys don't just get aroused by a silly little movie do they? But then he would notice you touching yourself or if Sej was there you both starting some action and it would be impossible for him to be left out like that. First he would pretend that he's just touching you casually, but things would get quite heated pretty fast.

“Sej, what are you doing?” You giggled, noticing Sejanus's fingers running up your thigh. It didn't seem funny any more when his hand dove inside your panties and started playing with your clit eliciting a soft moan that somehow formed a weird unison with the girl on your screen who was being pleasured by two guys at once.

The way you were echoing that character startled Coryo who had been already feeling embarrassed by the fact that the three of you were watching such a salacious scene together. You felt quite amused seeing a shade of deep red filling his cheeks. But he also couldn't really say anything because it was his idea to watch this highly acclaimed European drama.

Coryo glanced at you and Sej and his whole being oozed judgment about you two being completely incapable of containing yourselves. Yet, he put his hand on your thigh firmly as if he was feeling the need to participate in some way. You placed your hand on his and gave him a suggestive look.

Sejanus sped up his moves making you squeak from pleasure, his fingers were just incomparable. His other hand was feeling your breasts through your clothes as his lips trailed hot kisses up and down your neck.

“Sej…” you moaned, squeezing Coryo's hand. The blonde looked at you again, this time with a hint of lust in his eyes and you noticed a hard-on forming in his pants.

“C’mere!” You pulled him in for a kiss, feeling an immediate hunger in the way he devoured your mouth.

Then you turned to Sejanus and kissed him in a sweet and playful manner.

“Now you two!” You instructed and watched both boys sharing a steamy kiss just mere centimeters from your face, while Sej’s fingers kept dancing around your clit inside your impossibly wet panties.

You grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

“I need both of you!” You declared. “In one hole.”

Their eyes flew open as they heard your request. You could see that your idea went straight to their cocks judging by the two impressive bulges that were pressing against you from both sides.

Moments later all three of you were naked and you were sitting on Sej’s lap, his dick inside your dripping cunt. Coryo was standing in front of you stroking his erect member ready to join the party.

A small hint of doubt crossed your mind as Sejanus was already stretching you out so much, but you still wanted to know how it felt to have both of them inside so you nodded at Coryo and he approached gazing upon you two with pure lust in his eyes.

Sejanus adjusted your position to give his friend better access and you felt Coryo's tip sliding in between your folds. After teasing your clit for a brief moment, he started pressing against your already filled hole, making you gasp.

“You alright?” Sejanus whispered against the back of your neck causing you to shiver.

“Never better,” you replied as your hand found Coryo's cock, helping him to get inside your tight little hole. 

Both boys moaned as their dicks were pressed so close together embraced by your warm tightness.

Coryo's lips found yours in a passionate kiss as his whole length was now inside you.

“Oh shit, you both are so big!” you moaned loudly at the incomparable feeling of being stretched out so much.

Both boys looked at each other feeling flattered by such evaluation. They adjusted your position once more and started moving in and out carefully, their dicks frotting against each other.

Soon enough you became a moaning mess, feeling every nuance of the friction against your tight walls as the boys kept steady pace

Coryo kept kissing your lips and whispering soft encouragements while Sej trailed sloppy kisses along your neck and shoulders, leaving a mark here and there. 

“Look at you princess, taking us both so well,” Sej praised you, speeding up the pace. You started panting heavily as the friction became more vigorous, almost impossible to withhold, but somehow it felt so good.

Your pussy was so wet, drenching both of their beautiful cocks in your juices and making it easy for them to move even faster, squelching sounds filling the room.

“Fuck!” You moaned against Coryo's lips feeling your climax approaching.

“You're making us feel so good,” he murmured before kissing your sweat clad forehead.

You just nodded faintly since you were at a loss of words feeling both of them hitting your sweet spot again and again.

Both boys were moving at full speed now their moans and groans filling the room as the friction between their cocks in your warm pussy made them feel like never before.

You held onto Coryo's shoulder with one hand, meeting Sejanus's fingers with another and intertwining them together. You had never felt such intimacy with both of the boys at a time.

“C’mere, Cor!” Sejanus smiled at his friend and Coryo leaned over your shoulder to meet his lips in a long kiss.

“You have a great dick, Sej,” he whispered against Sejanus's lips, getting flustered at his own words afterwards.

“You too, Coriolanus!” Sejanus giggled. “And our princess has the tightest, loveliest cunt yet she's taking our big cocks so we'll.”

His praise brought you over the edge and you rolled your eyes back moaning loudly as your juices spilled all over the two hard members still moving inside your hole.

“Need you to cum inside me,” you whispered powerlessly and both boys obeyed, shooting thick loads of cum inside your fucked out cunt and all over each other's cocks. Their moans grew even louder at the newly found feelings of their cum mixing with yours within the confines of your little hole.

“Fucking hell I swear that was even better than I imagined,” you spoke still trying to catch your breath after collapsing on top of Sejanus as soon as they pulled their dicks out.

Coryo joined you and you all cuddled up together making out lazily as you felt a stream of warm cum dripping from your pussy. It felt so arousing to know it belonged to both of them.

“Maybe we should finish that movie,” Coryo suggested.

“You sure baby?” You teased him while Sej was just giggling softly against your neck.

“With scenes this inspiring… I don't know how long we will be able to contain ourselves, before going for the second round.”

[romanoffsbish]

A Bumpy Ride

Scarlett Johansson x Actress!R

Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda) x F!R (a blip of a scene)

Request by: 🦥

A/N: I wrote the EO x R kiss as if I was writing a Wanda fic, literally just wrote the imagined scene. | Also, if this is too beyond what you wanted, feel free to request a do over fic. I might’ve gotten carried away.

Warnings: Jealous/Possessive Scarlett.

Smut: Daddy (Top-R), Kitten (Power Bottom-S), Fingering (S), Face-Riding (S) Kinks: Lactation, Praising, Slight Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI

Labeled, please don’t report.

Scarlett wore a wide smile as you guided her through the set of your current Marvel film. This was a nice experience for her, watching as the legacy she had an integral part in building continued on through you, and the others.

It was rather bittersweet too though, seeing images from the iconic movies past, when she was younger and in the fittest shape of her life. Now she wears her post pregnancy tummy pouch with reassured pride, and eats a far less restrictive diet as she holds no obligations to have a widely unobtainable superhero physique.

—

Without Marvel she wouldn't have skyrocketed in her career, and she is beyond grateful to them for that, but she more importantly has them to thank for finding you, and the sweet, domestic life she now lived with you and Leo. The pretty little boy grew in her body, but he shared your likeness, as you hadn't the time to be pregnant yourself, so IVF it was until 2026 when your contract with Marvel was finally up.

When you finally turned to take in your wife after droning on about today's filming, you noticed the deep pout she wore, and you softly pecked it away. "What's troubling you, love?"

"I miss Leo," she confessed quietly, and you smiled sadly at her, the ache in your chest was the same as his smiling face tauntingly flashed through your mind, "Me too my love, I miss his kissable little face, and his sweet giggles at the inappropriate hour of 2am," you kissed her pout away, and smiled as she herself giggled.

"It'll be okay soon, my last scenes today and tomorrow you'll have that important meeting, then we'll steal him back from your moms."

Scarlett burrowed into your offered embrace with a muffled huff, "I miss his baby smell."

"Me too," you snorted as you swayed her body.

"Wait, did you say you had a steamy scene with Lizzie today?" Scarlett's mind finally caught up to your previously uttered words, and that once soft pout of hers slipped into a deep scowl.

You chuckled softly, "I'd hardly call it steamy," your wife however wasn't amused, "It's a kiss."

"A kiss that will create a hoopla of rumors."

"Scarlett," you sighed, it was always the same insecurity, and you'd never get mad at her for it, the fans edits can be quite convincing seeing as how you and Lizzie are literal best friends.

"They have been shipping us since the dawn of time, and that's cause I'm an amazing actress," you subtly reminded her of your profession, the one she shares with you, "Do you know how many men I've had to see you macking with?"

Scarlett shrugged, a silent gesture in attempt to brush passed your honest counter to hers.

"It doesn't really matter either, because I am assured every night when I come home to your loving embrace that you're all mine, and it's not a question baby, I'm irrevocably yours."

"I just wish they'd stop it, you know? We're all married now, with our families in the making."

"Yeah, but also Scar, when you agreed to marry me you knew Lizzie was apart of that deal," you teased her as you brought her into the dressing room so you could prepare for the kiss scene.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, it was the truth, she of course saw Lizzie as family, but she didn't have to like the way the world of Hollywood works.

Elizabeth was your first connection at Marvel as you started filming together, so it was no shock that the two of you hit it off. Then your alliance was set in stone from the moment Age of Ultron hit theaters. People shipped your character with Wanda's, but it was a different era, so the palpable chemistry between you and your new friend was swept under the rug, and it was exchanged for a queer coded on screen pining on your character's ends as she explored the more sellable at the time ship with Vision.

As fandoms do though, they took the shipping a step further and soon it was you shipped with Lizzie. Clips from differing press junkets were stitched together, along with solo interviews where you'd be questioned about the other. Elizabeth and you were platonic soulmates, so it was easy for fans to romanticize your replies.

At the time you were out, you never once hid from Hollywood, and neither had Lizzie, she didn't expressly label herself, but the way she spoke so candidly at times gave her away. So the shipping didn't bother either of you much. But it did bother Scarlett, she had her eyes on you from day one, and once she had you she was constantly afraid you'd leave her for the mutual friend who wasn't still hiding away.

Throughout the years it had only got more and more aggressive, and it infuriated your now wife. It occurred at its peak during a time when Scarlett hadn't wanted to have to come out yet. She was still trying her darnedest to wipe away her forced image as a sex symbol, the last thing she needed was creeps fetishizing your love.

However, after about three interviews with your posse of girls during the Infinity War junket your lover finally lost her composure. Four years of having the love she'd built up with you overshadowed by indecent rumors, well that was enough to drive her to break.

They'd handed the three of you a bin of spicy tweets, and when she was handed one to read about you topping Lizzie she lost it, she glared at the unsuspecting man, throwing the ball of paper at him just before staring directly at the camera as she muttered: "The only person Y/N is topping is me, so suck on that scwitch22."

Scarlett wasn't even embarrassed afterwards, she simply took the spot in your lap, and the interview continued on without a hitch, the tweets were significantly thinned out though. No one wanted to risk another outburst from the shockingly intimidating blonde woman.

"Yeah, as our good friend, not my sister wife," Scarlett eventually huffed after moments of silence, she was too busy watching you change. You looked up to see her arms crossed under her enlarged chest, with her plump lips pursed, and you just could not help but to tease her.

"Well, Leo will one day call her auntie, why not change it to mom?" You dodged her hand as she tried to slap your exposed shoulder, "Y/N, stop testing me, I am still rather hormonal, and unless you wish to be on Snapped, I'd stop."

"A feature on my favorite show?" You gasped with a hand flying over your grinning lips, "You're just the sweetest wife ever my dear."

Before she could actually bring life (or death) to her words you snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a pre hair and makeup kiss. "Stop stressing over the press, you have nothing to worry about, I'm yours!"

The kiss was sickeningly soft, and far too quick for either of your likings, "I love you," you whispered against her lips. "I love you too," she tried to mindlessly chase your lips, but as you pulled away with an apologetic smile she pettily grumbled, "I'm also still mad at you."

"Story of my life," you remarked with a laugh and an indifferent shrug of your shoulders.

Scarlett rolled her eyes at your retreating figure, then after three short minutes stood alone she reluctantly (desperately) followed after you to the trailer for hair and makeup.

Watching you getting into character brought a smile to your lover's face, she adored how you took this role so seriously. Resentments to the rumors aside, she admires the way you and Liz had crafted such a beautiful, long winded story for the fans to devour. Today's scene is actually monumental for the MCU, it's the first intimate confirmation for Wanda and Eliza, so she let her anger go in favor of supporting you.

"You're gonna do great," she whispered into your ear from behind your designated chair, she'd seen your tightly furrowed brows, all she wanted to do was make you feel at peace. You slowly peered up from your script to lock eyes with her through the mirror, and she smiled reassuringly along with her words. "Thanks."

Scarlett nodded, "How can I help my love?"

For the next ten minutes you ran lines with her, there was no reason to worry about her leaking the contents, she wasn't Tom Holland. The woman was a MCU veteran, and knew how to deflect even the slipperiest of questions.

A smirk graced her face as the loosely described kissing scene was up next, she was always looking forward to practicing such lines with you, whether for her film or yours, it didn't matter much; the prospect of letting your costar taste her on you was too exciting.

"Hey ladies."

Speak of the devil...

"You ready Y/N/N?" Lizzie side hugged your scowling wife as she spoke to you with a knowing smirk, "You're a cockblock Olsen."

"Can't have you macking on my woman," she jested, dangerously if Scarlett's glare was to be translated, "She's my woman, remember that."

"She was mine first," Lizzie continued to goad your wife, she would've kept going too, and left you with a monster to drive home with if not for the saving grace of your favorite stagehand.

"Mrs. Y/L/N—Johansson, Mrs. Olsen, the set is ready, and the director sent me to collect you."

Lizzie left with him instantly, knowing when to retreat from a standoff with your wife, and you were two seconds away from doing the same, but your stewing wife stopped your attempts. Her hand swiftly cupped the back of your neck, she pulled you into a bruising kiss, tentatively sliding her tongue in your mouth, unfairly arousing you as she groped your clothed ass. She kissed you until you were near breathless, and mindlessly chewing on her fruity gum.

"Scar," you went to whine, but she traced her thumb around your lips to quell your worries. The lipstick was promptly cleaned off your skin, and a fresh layer was reapplied, it was as if she had never even touched her lips to yours. But the dizzy look in your eye tells her the memory was strong enough without the mess.

For the sake of your career she slid her hand into yours, and guided you to your outdoor set, "Go get em tiger," she winked, and you simply chuckled as she referenced your character's feline tendencies, her silly antics always helped to settle your heart, she was the ideal partner.

Scarlett waved to the familiar director before she settled into your chair, then her eyes zeroed in on the leather jacket they slid over to you, and then she saw the motorcycle. Natasha was always on a motorcycle, it was like her signature ride so she was familiar with the set up for the scene. Scarlett had never been on one though, which now that she thinks of it is rather odd since riding was a leisurely passion of yours up until Leo was born. The Harley taking up space in the garage a daily reminder.

That familiar twinge of jealousy returned to her with a renewed passion as soon as she heard the director call 'action' because then she saw a scene play out that she wanted as her reality.

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Wanda was in the process of slipping on her signature red leather jacket, the one she got (stole) from her mentor all those years ago. As soon as the tight fabric melded to her body you were behind her, slipping your hands just below the chilled fabric to grip her by the waist. Wanda hadn't even a moment to think before a squeal of surprise left her parted lips. With an undeniable strength, and incredible ease you lifted the redhead by your grip on her body, settling her onto the bike, then you seamlessly walked around, hand still on hip, so that you could face her, "You're a bit of a show off..."

"I learned from the best," you sadly stated, a subtle nod to the fallen Avenger who'd trained the both of you into the heroes you were today.

Wanda nodded solemnly, a beat of silence held before you went on, "You ready to go honey?"

You went to step away as she nodded, but the redheads hand shot out to wrap around your wrist to halt you. "Would you judge me if I said I was nervous?" You chuckled softly, but your eyes softened when you realized she meant it.

"Baby," the world rolled off your tongue with a familiar ease, and it successfully made the woman blush, "You've literally flown hundreds of miles above ground without a parachute."

"Eliza," she groaned, her grip tightening at your incessant teasing, "I have control over that."

"Yeah, and this is a walk in the park for me baby girl, I am an expert at this sorta thing."

Wanda bowed her head, a new nervousness settling within her bones as you continued to drop the pet names. "What's wrong Wands?"

The redhead picked her gaze back up, shaking her head from side to side, "Nothings wrong."

"You can't hide from me," you pulled a hand free from her loosened grip, and softly caressed her cheek, her breath promptly hitched, "Eli."

"Mhm?" You smiled innocently, but your eyes shone with an understanding that made her stomach erupt with a soft fluttering. Suddenly your faces were closer, breaths mingling as you both waited on the other to close the small gap.

Wanda felt your hand drift to behind her neck, anticipation built within her as you caressed her heated skin softly. Once your eyes fell to her parted lips she knew it was coming, but in a moment of desperation she surged forward to rush the process along. Her lips pressed to yours firmly, there wasn't much room to move at first as she sought to keep you against her, but when she felt your fingers playing with her baby hairs, while your other hand laid against her hip she knew you weren't going anywhere.

You soon guided the kiss, tilting her head with your firmer grip in her hair you slipped your tongue passed her lips. Even with the kiss deepened, you maintained a softness, exploring her mouth with a tenderness that equated to an 'I've loved you for eons, and I will continue to,' she melted into you in total reciprocity.

"We really have to go baby," you whispered once you pulled away, she panted affectedly while your breathing remained steady enough.

"Why?" The witch whined pitifully, "I don't want this moment to end Eliza, it's perfect."

You smiled in agreement, "Yeah, it was."

Wanda pouted as you spoke of the moment in the past tense, meaning it was over, and so you leaned back in to peck it away, "It'll be even better when we get to a safe house sweetheart."

Wanda sighed, "I'm holding you to that then."

"How about I hold you to me instead?" You teased the witch as your leg flew over the bike behind her seamlessly. Wanda rolled her eyes, but she wore a wide smile that you couldn't see.

Wanda melted into your form as you pulled her body back into yours, your arms slid beneath hers so that you could reach for the handles. Her body shuddered once you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck just before you slid a helmet onto her. "Safety first, Avenger or not."

Wanda giggled, then her hand spun in the air, and a helmet appeared over your head next, "The rules apply to you too, nine lives or not."

You snorted, then instead of prolonging the teasing banter you kicked the stand of the bike up, revved the engine, then shot off abruptly.

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Scarlett watched the heady kiss without even flinching, it was a bit of a surprise to her, but she found herself envying Elizabeth's chance to ride on the bike with you more so than the making out. The directors had trusted you enough to actually race around the lot, and when you and Lizzie returned in a fit of giggles she felt the jealousy only intensifying. It was not fair to you, but she only gave you a curt nod when you asked if she was okay, she once again cleaned the lipstick off your face, then left to try and simmer her rage inside your trailer.

"What's the matter now?" Lizzie joked from your side, and you only shrugged, but you'd never struggled to read your wife, the way she had glared at the motorbike as if it had killed her entire family was all you needed to know.

This silly scene here opened you up to a future night full of making it up to your wife. You sighed softly before turning to your scene partner, you watched a grin take over her face as a realization of sorts had dawned upon her.

"You're welcome," she winked before turning around to return to the set, you two had one more follow up scene to shoot, and then you'd have to face your attractively jealous partner.

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The ride home was radio silent; literally, she slapped your hand away when you tried to fill the tense silence with your favorite playlist.

Scarlett pulled into the garage, a heavy sigh left her lips as she unbuckled, but she didn't speak.

Her door slammed shut, she attempted to race into the house, but you were too quick for her. Scarlett's breath hitched when your hands held her firmly in place, "Now, now kitten, why must you make this difficult by running?"

Scarlett tried to keep her angry front up, but when you manhandled her into the air she lost any semblance of control, you spun her around in your hold so that your lips brushed teasingly as you plopped her onto the Harley backwards.

"Is this what you needed baby?"

Scarlett mindlessly leaned back against the handles, her legs spreading as she did, and you couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of her.

"Such a beautiful, desperate mess you are for daddy, look at you, you're soaked on through."

Scarlett's skin flushed, she didn't need to hear you say it to know it, the lacy, red material was uncomfortably stuck to her skin, and truth be told it had been like that for hours now. Ever since she'd kissed you breathless, and when she watched you handle that scene with a sexy flair she couldn't stop imagining you handling her in a more sinful way. You drove her wild.

"Tell me what you want," you stepped closer to her, ghosting your lips over hers, "I'm not a mind reader baby, but I do aim to please here, so just tell daddy what it is you need from her."

"Can you give me a ride on the bike?" Scarlett was confused herself as the words left her, it was what she genuinely wanted, but you both know she wanted something else much more.

"Oh, I can," you smirked as your lips met hers, "You can ride me however you want Scarlett."

"Fuck," she sucked in a breath as your fingers slid the sticky fabric of her panties to the side.

"Be good for daddy," you coo'd as your fingers trailed teasingly through her folds, she bucked her hips on instinct, causing the bike to shake, so you held her hip down firmly with your free hand, "Relax my love, you know I've got you."

Scarlett's always been super reactive with you, but as she hadn't been touched like this in over six months she was beyond her normal arousal. Her cunt was dripping all over the leather seat, and if it wasn't so hot you might've even cared about it, but honestly the bike needed a polish.

A mewl left your wife's lips as soon as one of your fingers entered her, you kept a slow pace, too afraid to overwhelm her, and even then you still did, she cried out in shock, "I'm leaking."

You looked down, noticing the pebbles of white that left your wife's breasts, she'd only recently stopped breastfeeding your son as her leave was quickly coming to an end. You were truly enamored by the opportunity here, the urge to taste her milk had always been there, but the chance had yet to present itself until now.

"Oh love, that must hurt," you rasped, and the aroused blonde whimpered her agreements as she looked into your blackened orbs, the need you clearly felt for her was palpable, and it only made the sloshing between her legs louder.

You kissed down her jaw, nibbling enough to make her moans sweeter, but not to mar her skin until you reached the valley of her breasts. You sucked harshly, a deeper red blossomed over her hot skin, the sensation only spurred her moans on, and the sound was addicting.

"There you go kitten," you kissed up the side of her sensitive breast en route to her nipple, "Let daddy know how good she's making you feel."

Scarlett nearly toppled your bike over when your lips wrapped around her nipple, the way you curled your fingers just as you began to suckle made her mind go blank, and legs shake. The sound of your delighted moan made her feel an overwhelming warmth, an unexpected wave of pride flooded her chest at the idea that you'd like her milk enough to moan like that.

"Thank you daddy," she clutched tightly to your biceps, curling her nails into the skin for grounding that she usually found in bed sheets. As you moved in rushed kisses over to her other breast you could feel her hips trying to meet your thrusts, shaking your bike again.

"Stay still," you mumbled around her nipple, making her urge to move higher, but even in her dizzy state she still managed to cooperate. In the bed you wouldn't mind, normally you'd encourage her desperate thrusts as you teased her, but this wasn't your usual spot; the bike wasn't exactly the safest place for her writhing.

Scarlett's quick compliance made you beam, "You're always such a good girl for me."

Scarlett smiled dopily, she was a sucker for your praises, her walls clenched tightly around you when you returned her smile. Nothing could ever really describe just how much she loved your beautiful smile, it was almost always all she needed to want to jump your bones.

"Kiss me," she begged, the desperation clear as day when her lip had trembled in anticipation. You didn't waver in your stare as you neglected to give in to her pleas, you instead continued to piston three fingers into her slick hole, curling them every few thrusts, and doing so before you couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her.

"You're close," you panted the truth against her lips as you reluctantly pulled back, if you could you'd kiss her until your lips went numb. She whined, her eyes then fluttered open at the loss of your sensational lips took effect on her. The pleading in the haze of her eyes was clear, she needed you to give her permission, to send her tumbling over that edge. "Go on kitten, come for daddy, mess up my bike like a good girl."

Her back instantaneously arched into your handlebars, the horn being set off as her body trembled, her orgasm had taken it's full effect. You watched in amazement as her arousal gushed around your digits, it was only her first release of the night and she squirted all over.

"Let's get you cleaned up," you whispered as you nibbled down her jawline, soft red marks left behind that you knew would fade come morning, she had a meeting tomorrow after all.

Scarlett was beyond dizzy, your moves turned her brain into mush, but even in a delirious state she knew what she wanted, and she'd get it. You had both always had such high libidos, but with the baby neither of you had the time or better yet the energy to keep up with them.

But in this jealous fueled daze Scarlett was not short on energy, no, only patience. As you went to guide her to the bedroom for aftercare she stopped you, even with shaky legs she managed to shove you down onto the couch, "Lay down, and let me mark my territory," you knew she wasn't asking, clearly you weren't rebutting.

"Thank you daddy," she straddled your thighs so that she could lean in to peck your lips, you saw the way she eyed your top, so as a reward for her manners you slipped it off as she rose.

"Come on kitten, let daddy make you feel good," you beckoned the short circuiting woman forward, and without letting another minute fly by she crawled up your body, her abundant wetness smeared on your skin, and the feeling left you salivating for her essence.

Neither of you felt like teasing tonight, so the blonde plopped her sopping folds onto your face, so you followed her lead, and immediately began to devour her. Raspy, choked moans echoed off the walls of your quaint living room, with how sensitive she was it didn't take long for her to grow sloppy with the way she rode. Without even looking you gripped her hips, now guiding her thrusts, and pressing down harshly to help your tongue reach her deeper.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her thighs you used all your strength to flip her onto her back, the jostling movement led your tongue to press into her sensitive spot just as your thumb showed up to stimulate her clit.

"Oh fuck," Scarlett bucked her hips in sync with your tongue as you continued to fuck her fluttering hole even after her cum shot down your throat, and her entire body subsequently slumped into the lived in couch cushions.

Scarlett's face was serene as she rode out the bliss you'd given her, she tiredly smiled when your lips trailed over her body, tenderness was all that you offered as you kissed over her skin. Lips lingering over the marks she'd despised until you made her love them the way you did.

"Daddy," she groggily whimpered your title, her hands haphazardly reached down for you, and her nails dug into your shoulder blades so that she could pull you up and into her lips.

"You're insatiable Scarlett," you chuckled as she relinquished her lips hold on you, she met your amusement with a smirk of her own, "If you had a smoke show for a wife you'd be too."

"I do," you deadpanned, and she smirked even wider as she winked, "Glad you're self aware."

"Oh, I am, the amount of people that want you is endless," you huffed, a twinge of jealousy to rival hers showing through, but she helped to melt it away with another kiss to your lips.

"We're clearly just Hollywood's hottest couple," she reasoned, "I guess I should have expected all the attention, of course people want you."

"I really do hope you understand that you're all I'll ever want Scarlett," your eyes glistened with happiness, visions of your future with her all you needed to bring you to tears, "You, and Leo are my entire world, nothing will change that."

"I miss him," she reaffirms her earlier feelings, as do you, "Same, I need my bubba butt back."

"But wait, I have a proposal," she mused, and looked to you with a sinful grin and dark eyes.

"I'm listening."

"Well, my meeting won't end until like five, and it's over an hour away to my moms," she spoke with feigned exasperation, "Why would we pick him up tomorrow near his bedtime? That's just irresponsible. We should let him sleep, and use our bonus night off for an overdue date."

"Hmm," you hummed, pretending as if you were actually thinking over her sex coded offer, "I could just pick him up in the morning," you didn't mean it, but you'd never give up the opportunity to tease, and neither would she.

"Nope," she popped the p, and smirked up, "You're coming to the office baby girl, and we'll be taking your bike so no room for the baby."

"Oh, we are now?"

"Yeah, you are my guinea pig for the day as we test out our newest products, I didn't tell you?"

"No, you most certainly didn't," you grumbled, and climbed off of her, she went to protest the loss of your warmth but she didn't get the chance as you threw her over your shoulder.

"If I'm your guinea pig tomorrow, then you're my cum dump for the night," you threw her down onto the mattress, smirking as her dilated eyes widened at your promise, and so you winked. "What? Might as well use our free time wisely."

Scarlett smirked victoriously once you turned away to collect your strap, her plans for a full weekend now coming to life before her eyes. Leo's return will likely be postponed, it's a good thing she already confirmed a Monday pick up.

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Ace Writer Wants to Write S*x Scene

Anonymous asked: Hi, thanks for what you’re doing. You’re really great. How do you write s*x scenes? Graphic s*x scenes? I want to write a story about love, but I don’t know if I could do the s*x scenes as I’m asexual, but I know that love stories include s*x. How do I do this without messing it up?

Note from WQA: Words were censored in this post due to previously being asked to do so. Now that content filtering has been around for a while, I'll stop, but I'm leaving this post up as is... Okay, first things first... love stories do not have to include s*x and many actually do not.

When it comes to writing romantic fiction, there are different "heat levels" that dictate how much s*x the story contains. The exact definitions vary from place to place, but generally they are:

Mild/Clean- Nothing beyond a bit of hugging, hand holding, and kissing. Nothing you couldn't see in a Disney family movie. Anything more can only be gently hinted at having happened off the page, but never openly discussed. The reader is not privy to the s*xual desires of characters.

Warm/Sweet - A little more hugging, hand holding, and kissing that can lead to "fade to black"/"behind a closed door," but only if love has been declared by both partners. S*x can be implied after the fact through word play, such as: "We went into the bedroom and fell into a world of our own making." However, s*x is not openly discussed and the reader is not privy to s*xual desires of characters.

Sensual - Plenty of romantic interaction and making out, s*x can occur on the page between characters who have declared love, but not in graphic detail. Description of the act focuses more on character emotions and sensation. Body parts can be named, but only using proper names (no coarse words).

Steamy - Consummation is described in graphic detail, with coarse language being acceptable. Participants are not necessarily in love but eventually will be. However, s*x is not the primary focus of the story, and is only used to further the emotional journey.

Erotic - Heavy emphasis on s*xual activities, which are longer/more involved and described in graphic detail using coarser language, sometimes exploring acts that are considered more graphic, experimental, or taboo.

So... as for how to write a scene were s*x is described on the page, I can't tell you that because I don't write it. But what I can tell you is you can absolutely write good ones even if they're outside your range of experience. Google is your bestie when it comes to finding out how to write them. There are tons and tons and tons of romance writers who have written guides on how to write great s*x scenes. Just Google that, and you'll see them. I think it's also helpful to watch movies and TV shows that feature s*x scenes if you want to write them.

I hope that helps! ♥

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the most legit cookie

welcome to another week of fic recs! i post the top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors so that everyone has some new reading material (as if we are not blessed with plenty already). as always, check the tags before reading anything, be kind in the comments, and reblogging is what helps people see fics! always check the masterlists/works for other fics!

this week is @legitcookie! jen is one of those writers who makes me kick my feet and giggle during even the smuttiest scenes. it's truly a gift. she is also one half of the dream team that is sidecookie with @sidekick-hero and we couldn't be more lucky to have her talent in this fandom.

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Suitcase of Memories Rated E | 55,749 words | cowritten with @sidekick-hero The bang fic that sent me on a whirlwind of emotions from start to finish! I truly loved the entire concept of this fic, and the way that the story weaved together felt reminiscent of The Song of Achilles (but with a happy ending). It's just so damn beautiful guys. Favorite part: And it's a choice now. To try, even if it's scary. Even if there are no guarantees. So Steve leans in to capture Eddie's lips in a slow, tender kiss, pouring all his love, showing him he feels the same. Eddie chose him, and Steve knows that in any life, in any universe, he would choose Eddie.

i wore his jacket for the longest time Rated E | 58,311 words | cowritten with @sidekick-hero I already rec'd this on the post for Sandy, but it needs a second rec because it's that good. I love that they were half-bullied into writing a fix-it for a really great one-shot, because one of (in my opinion) the best Steddie fics of all time was written because of it. Favorite part: literally all of it. I can't pick and you can't make me.

Steamy Windows Rated E | 7,555 words Okay guys. Friends having sex! Laughter during sex! Some feelings that probably should have been realized a lot sooner, but nothin' like some old fashioned fuckin' in the backseat of a car to figure them out! Favorite part: Steve pulls Eddie down for another kiss, but it’s mostly teeth since they’re both still smiling. Steve can’t remember the last time he laughed this much, especially during sex. It’s lighthearted and fun, the normal walls of insecurity nowhere in sight. With Eddie, it’s just easy. He doesn’t know if he wants anything other than this.

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Iso x fem! Reader

Part 1

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7

Words; 6400

Warnings; mentions of NSFW and vulgar language . This will be copy pasted on every chapter.

Authors note: ... I know I just said I have no mental capacity to write. And that I had a writer's block. Well guess what- my God damn idea is really a goddamn writer's block. Enjoy 😭. ALSO I HAD TO BALL PARK AGE TIME LINE SO PLS GO WITH IT TY ILY

ps2- this fic is roughly 32k words total- i think i have a problem. I wrote this is 2 days. k bai-

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"Okay everyone; this is my niece (Y/n), she's going to be staying with us for some time." Brimstone announced a bit absently, his mind was on something else completely. He had some paperwork to finish up but he still wanted to take a small moment to introduce you to the agents. "She's not a radiant or an agent, so don't mess around her too much. She just needs inspiration." Brimstone said before heading off- of course his lack of details on your mysterious arrival was going to leave everyone puzzled-and also going to leave you to explain it all.

It's not like you really have the time anyways to tell him he could have been a bit more precise- he was already gone the moment you were going to open your mouth. Your gaze turned to look over the group of young adults in front of you-all agents looking very confused your way. The barrage of questions didn't take much time before happening.

"Wait Brimstone has a niece?" "Inspiration? For what?" "Why is your face mildly familiar-?" "How long are you going to stay?" All the questions were coming in faster than gunfire-making you a bit dizzy on the spot. You were trying to keep track of all the questions and trying to see which one would be best to answer first- and you didn't even get a second to introduce yourself before a blue and yellow haired girl, who looked way too hyper, yelled out.

"OH GOD WAIT I KNOW WHO SHE IS-!!!" The woman yelled out pretty loudly. The other agents effectively shut up with their questions but also flinched at the sheer volume of her voice. "Neon, jeez, tone it down a bit-" A white haired girl said, a small grimace on her face as she spoke. Neon, the bi colored hair woman, smiled sheepishly before sprinting towards you.

You jumped a bit; not expecting the speed at which she was coming. You were still pretty new to all the radiants - so seeing powers in action was still strange to you. "Your the author of the book series 'That night in Tokyo ', right??" She asked excitedly, just wanted to confirm for suspicions. "Yeah, that's me-" you said a bit sheepishly-definitely not expecting someone to even recognize you to begin with.

The women in the room all collectively had a moment of realization- a look of complicity seeming to take over. And of course; the guys just look confused. "Oh damn- Brimstone's niece is the one who wrote that?" Jett said with an impressed look-but also a slightly mischievous one.

"If I'm being honest with you-I don't think he ever read one of my books." You giggle out - you caught on to that look of complicity that was starting to form, knowing damn well what was going to go on. "I don't think he would have said it so casually that you were here for inspiration if he did-" A woman with a Spanish accent and half pink hair spoke up, a smirk on her face.

And she wasn't wrong; it was obvious that Brimstone had never opened one of your books or at least read one entirely- because if there's one thing to know about the stuff you write, is that no matter if it's a one shot book or a series; there will always be erotic scenes. You weren't ashamed of it- actually that's how you got your fan base. There was always something steamy going on; but not constantly throughout the story- you didn't want it to look like Fifty shades of Gray either.

It was just mixing your creativity for writing stories no matter if it was fantastical, romantic, a police like series or even a horror book- you would find a way. And anyone who read your books knew it was going to happen - at this point it was almost your trademark.

Of course, the men in the room just looked very confused- no one knew who you were. It was a funny scene; looks of confusion all over every guy's face- and looks of complicity on every woman's face.

"So ... Wait, you're here for inspiration?" Neon said- her face shifting slightly to a slightly smug look. "Yeah; I got a bit of a writer's block recently. I just figured that if I went in a new environments, I'd get a few ideas. My uncle Liam- er- Brimstone - said I could stay over for some time." You briefly explain, chuckling slightly.

"Oh boy- you know, now I am curious to know how this goes." The Latina spoke up once again, a smirk on her face. Pretty much every woman in the room nodded their heads, once again that look of complicity going around. That was until one of the guys decided to speak up- a man with caramel colored hair wearing a suit and glasses.

"Well, chérie, if it's inspiration you're looking for, look no further~" He said smugly, smirking as he spoke. There was a short silence in the room before pretty much every woman started laughing, you included. The man looked confused, wondering what had everyone laughing so much, maybe a missed joke he didn't catch on to? "What's so funny-?" He asked, trying to read the room and understand what's going on.

The white haired woman, still snickering, spoke up to answer. "Well- you're... You're probably not quite the type of inspiration she's looking for, quite frankly." She snickered out, grinning widely. "Well, unless she writes something corny- never know!" Neon said, laughing a bit harder. You giggled along, shaking your head. "Oh god no- I learned my lesson pretty fast not to write corny stuff. The Press didn't like it-" you said with a giggle, remembering what had happened last time you decided to write something a bit corny. Your fans definitely made their voices heard not to do that again-

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You got set up in your dorm pretty rapidly, it was a small cozy thing; and your uncle had been nice enough to get you a good desk setup so you'd be comfortable when writing. You had asked him for a double monitor setup and specifically an adjustable desk- plenty of little details you want too sure if he would be okay with, knowing that you were probably demanding a bit too much.

But you were pleasantly surprised to see that everything you asked for was done. You made sure to thank him properly, promising to take him out for dinner, all expenses paid by you as a thank you.

You quickly set up your laptop, already trying to get comfortable and ready to start typing- but once again the writers block persisted. You had no idea what even to start with, not even a brief idea for a story. You had an Excel spreadsheet open, that's usually how you kept track of your story, the timelines, any advancements on certain chapters, the amounts of words written already etc.

It felt odd to not have anything come to mind, you just needed an idea- you could go so far off of a small idea. But nothing.

You had already been introduced to pretty much everyone, a few exceptions considering that some agents were out on missions right now. But it was definitely nice to meet most of the women agents, knowing that most of them recognized you the moment someone mentioned one of your books. It also seemed to become a slight game in headquarters- where the title of some of your books gets mentioned but no one mentions what's it about. The guys just look very confused while the women understood it.

You decided to head to bed for the time being, hoping sleep would help you come up with an idea or two. You have been to bed and snuggled in the comfortable bed sheets- falling asleep surprisingly quickly the moment your head hit the pillow.

The next day you woke up at the crack of dawn- deciding to go and walk around headquarters and get a bit more familiar with the place. You were given a brief tour, but nothing too in depth. So, you took it upon yourself to explore bit, deciding to bring along one of your notebooks and a pen, just in case an idea came through.

So there you were, walking around in jogging pants, a sports bra, hair up in a clip and wearing glasses, walking around protocol with a hardcover pink strawberry printed notebook and a pen clipped onto your sports bra. You were walking down Halls at random, just looking around with curiosity.

That was until you reached the practice range. Curiosity got the better of you and you pushed open the doors, peeking inside the part of the building. At first you saw nothing- and decided to just walk in. You looked around the multiple training rooms, one being set up like a gym, a few others looking like target practice for shooting ranges- and a few that looked empty but had some fancy consoles in front of them.

You never been in a place like this, so you naturally looked around quite a bit, curiosity getting the better of you once Again. You we're in the far back of the training facility when someone else came in, not hearing the door open or close while you were looking at some scrapped robots.

What did however make you flinch was someone speaking up behind you- you hadn't heard them approach either, so it caught you by surprise. You let out a small yelp, turning around almost instantly as they were speaking. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Is what the man behind you said- a tall Asian man with jet black hair and lilac eyes spoke.

You took a short moment before speaking - not only needing a second to get over getting scared shitless all of a sudden, but also to get over his looks. He was definitely handsome - but you had to remind yourself you weren't here for sightseeing. "Oh- uh- sorry- we haven't been introduced yet- I'm (Y/n)" you spoke clumsily, looking for your words every few seconds.

Sure, you could blame it on the fact that I was early morning and you weren't too used to waking up this early- but that would be a bold-faced lie. The man looked at you curiously - but his face stayed neutral. "I see. I'm Iso." He replied pretty simply, his hands being shoved inside his hoodie pockets.

"So, are you like .... A new agent here?" He asked you as he tried to keep a conversation, and you were realizing since you haven't been introduced he doesn't quite know you yet. You felt a bit stupid for not being a little more precise on your introduction, letting out a small sheepish laugh.

"Oh! No- sorry, I'm still waking up so I'm a bit slow haha... But no I'm not an agent, I'm Liam- I mean- Brimstone's niece, I'm only here for a temporary stay." You briefly explained, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. "I'm a writer and I'm having a bit of a writer's block at the moment. I figured if I changed environments I might get an idea."

"No worries." Iso hummed out, nodding a bit as you spoke. "So an author looking for inspiration... In a base full of radiants that are constantly dealing with attacks and protecting this world's fate? That's... A choice." He said, slight amusement in his tone as he spoke, small smirk starting to form.

"Look, I already did quite a lot of different genres, I just needed something new. I really can't come up with an idea these past months, so... Doesn't hurt to try." You hummed out, smiling as you spoke, shrugging slightly. Iso nodded, once more letting out a small hum. Silence settled, and then he seemed to decide to move along with his day.

He simply sidestepped you, heading to one of the training rooms that looked empty but had that fancy console in the front. He tapped a few times on the console before walking in, taking a small gun out from its holster under his hoodie. It seemed to be a custom-made, it was purple, red and black, the purple parts almost looking like they were glowing.

You decided to walk over to the glass, wanting to see what goes on in there, once more curiosity getting the best of you. The was was that suddenly appeared, making you flinch at the loud noise. Then, robots of various sizes that also seem to have guns we're starting to rush through the maze of metal walls, Iso seeming to keep a rather unfazed look on his face.

He moved swiftly, avoiding most of the robots, holding his pistol at the ready. Whenever he got a clear shot he took it without hesitation- and you watched as one by one the robots dropped to the ground. He seemed to do some fancy thing with his hand before a purple shattered light left his hand and touched a few robots. He swung the corner, shooting rapidly and watching us these robots dropped with only a bullet.

You were in awe, you had never seen radiant powers in action before- you were leaning forward and looking for the bulletproof glass with a lot more interest now. What seemed like a habit for him was all new to you, and it had you captivated. You probably watched him train for 15 minutes, both impressed by his powers and impressed by his aim.

That was until a few more people entered the practice range building, most that you recognize. They thought it was a bit funny to see you so awestruck by simple radiant abilities - but not holding it against you considering you never were exposed to this type of world before. A few agents taunted you to come and watch them, and you couldn't resist. Seeing so much powers all at once was an experience - as all the things you saw in this training range were only things you thought happened in cinema.

It amused the agents, but they could also understand your reality that to you- a regular citizen- this type of thing wasn't a regular occurrence. Even the non radiant agents, just seeing what they could do and the technologies they had, once again that was only things you assumed would happen in cinema. You ended up spending the day in the practice range just observing everyone, looking like a child with stars in their eyes.

When most of the agents were pretty much done with their trainings, some would come by and tease you a bit once again- notably Harbor, the agent who seem to have control over water. He had decided to splash you slightly, sending a spritz of water on to you. You ended up tossing your notebook so it wouldn't get wet- and he kind of realized his error afterwards.

Jett was the first to swoop in as Harbor apologized- grabbing your notebook for you and giving him a smack behind the head while shooing him off. "What a dick- I swear he does that as a joke every damn time." Jet said, shaking her head as she raised her hand, creating a small gust of wind, nothing too strong- just strong enough to help you dry off of it. Even though you weren't too happy about getting wet-the situation just felt out of ordinary if not out of this world, so you weren't mad either.

"If I was an agent I probably would have been pissed- but everything about this is just so. .. wow." You said, looking once more in awe at the powers on display. Jett chuckled, smiling widely. "Understandable - you're pretty new to all of this. Trust me- what you see here is nothing. If you would see this shit we do on the field- it's so much cooler." She said a bit smugly. "Buuut... You can't really come on the field anyways. You'd probably be shot dead within seconds-" she giggled out softly, lowering her hand to cut off the gust of wind she was blowing your way.

You were practically almost dry already, taking back your notebook from her and tucking it back between your arm and hip. "Yeah, most likely. I never touched a firearm in my life-hell I don't even think I could defend myself even with a knife." You hummed out softly, smiling as you spoke.

"You never shot a gun?" Jett repeated, looking surprised. "You literally wrote scenes with so much precise descriptions on shooting a gun- ... Wait, were you never curious to even try?" She continued, her head tilting a bit to the side. "The joys of internet, you can find people giving the most accurate descriptions so that you don't have to figure it out yourself." You giggled out softly.

"Makes sense." Jett responded, a look of understanding on her face while she shrugged. "Well- do you want to try? You are in one of the best places to try it out if you do want to-" she said with a growing smirk. "I don't know if my uncle would be okay with that-" you started off; soon to be interrupted by the man in question.

Brimstone had just walked into the practice range himself, and the moment he overheard the word 'uncle', almost as if it was a spider sense, he was making his way over. "What would your uncle not be okay with?" He asked sternly as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking over you and Jett with a stern expression.

"Can (Y/n) try shooting a gun?" Jett asked, seeming completely unfazed by the stern look he had. Your eyes widened a bit- you didn't necessarily ask to try either, and you didn't want to get in trouble for being insinuated that you were. Before you could even argument back, Brimstone let out a small laugh. "Sure, but not with you, Jett. We all know you give little to no explanation on gun security when you're in charge."

You didn't expect him to say yes this easily- though Jett was pouting for being a bit called out. "I can make an effort-?" She tried once again, though her attempt was a bit sheepish. "Nope, last time you said that, Phoenix nearly shot himself in the head because you didn't tell him how to put the security on the gun." Brimstone said, shaking his head once again. You shuddered a bit at the thought-a bit shocked at how casual he was when talking about it.

"It was one time-... You okay there?" Jett cut herself off from her weak argument, seeing that you looked a bit pale. "... How are you guys so casual when talking about someone who nearly shot themselves-" you uttered out, baffled as you spoke. The two of them looked at each other, a short moment of realization once again hitting them- of course the type of conversation looked insane to you, once again you weren't from the same world that they were living in- your own reality just consisting of living normally.

"Oh, sweetheart - it's a normal occurrence here-" Brimstone started off a bit roughly. "But- don't worry too much. We have healers, and one of them can resurrect the dead. It's fine." Brimstone said casually, waving his hand around a bit. "Say fucking what now-" you instantly retorted back- once again looking absolutely baffled at the news.

It was at this moment that the two realized that you would need a lot of getting used to when staying here- Brimstone and Jett sharing a look for a short moment. "Anyways... Let's get back to the radiant powers later-" Jett said, trying to change the subject back to the previous one. "So- shooting guns? Whatcha say, (Y/n)?" Jett asked again, making finger guns your way as she tried to get your mind off the radiant powers for a moment.

"Uh... Sure- yeah.." you replied in a slightly baffled voice, only halfway paying attention to what she said. Brimstone chuckled, then quickly checked around to see who was still around the practice range, seeing if somebody who he trusted was going to be capable enough to explain how a gun worked was still around.

He spotted Iso, who was still in the simulation room doing his training. Even though he was a bit unimpressed by the fact that Iso had been training relentlessly all day once more- he was some with glad that he was still here. Brimstone made his way to the simulation room, pressing the button to stop it. Of course, Iso instantly looked up confused, wondering who cut off his training and why.

Iso made his way out of the room, opening the door slightly, peeking his head out. He was pretty sweaty from the relentless training- but that was just the type of thing he did quite often. "Is there something wrong?" Iso asked Brimstone, catching his breath as he spoke. "Other than you still not learning to take a damn break- no. Just wanted to know if you'd show (Y/n) how to shoot a gun."

Iso paused for a short moment, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his sleeve. "Yeah, I can show her. But I thought she wasn't an agent?" He said- putting away his Sheriff into the gun holster around his waist. "She isn't, she just never shot a gun in her life. Its more out of curiosity than actual training. I just don't trust Jett to show her- and I'd rather not have my niece traumatized on day one." Brimstone Snickered out, a grin forming on his face.

"Makes sense." Iso hummed, finally walking out of the simulation room. He grabbed onto the water bottle he left just outside the door, taking a few large sips. "Great, thanks. Just- do us all a favor and don't talk about radiant powers yet. She's still trying to understand that Sage can resurrect people, and she's just looking at Jett like she's crazy." Brimstone said with a snicker once again, but this time he walked off to his own training room.

Iso nodded, looking up at confused but not questioning further. He took another short moment to catch his breath before making his way towards you and Jett. Jett was talking pretty animatedly beside you while you still look a bit pale, but nodded along to what she was saying. Iso cleared his throat, catching both of your attentions.

"Ah damn it, of course you're the favorite child. Fine - I see how it is- the pretty boy gets the rights to teaching." Jett mocked him lightly, all in good fun of course. Iso rolled his eyes at her, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "I was the only one still available, mind you." He said, his tone casual. Jett snickered out Softly, then gave you a pat on the shoulder to encourage you.

"You'll be in good hands- Iso is one of our best shots on the team! But to be fair he was an ex assassin - so he had to be a good shot whether he liked it or not-" Jett casually dropped once again, as if this was just regular common knowledge to have. You choked on air- "fucking what-" you mumbled out through your coughing, Jett once again realizing that maybe she spoke a bit too fast.

Iso facepalmed, giving Jett a half glare before waving her off, wanting her out of his hair before she started saying more stuff that would catch you off guard. You looked back up at him, this time with a slight unease. It wasn't personal- but considering you were still new to everything, to their reality where this type of thing was just normal- it made you just slightly uncomfortable.

And Iso took notice pretty fast. "I-... Look, it was an old job-" he started off up at awkwardly, but then realizing trying to explain it was pretty futile. He let out a sigh- she would just have to wait for you to get used to this a bit more, whether he likes it or not. "Just... Just follow me." He mumbled out, starting to walk towards one of the target practice ranges.

You reluctantly followed- stunned into silence. You were realizing just how much seem to be going on in their reality- just how different your lives were. You were definitely going to need a minute after all of this to collect your thoughts- but for now you just followed along. He stopped at a certain range that seemed free- opening a heavy metal cupboard that was at the entrance.

There was multiple different types of guns hanging inside the cupboard, ranging from pistols all the way to heavy snipers and machine guns. You've never seen this many guns all at once, even less had the choice to even touch one. You didn't know if he was trying to offer you quietly a choice or if he was going to pick one for you.

Iso took the hint- deciding to just start off with a pistol. He figured it would be best just to give you something small to begin with. He handed you a ghost, one of the smaller pistols that was easier to control and didn't have any knockback. "Here, we'll start small." He said, handing you the gun. He showed you the proper way to hold it and to make sure the security was on- then invited you to go inside the practice range. He walked in behind you, shutting the bulletproof door.

"Alright, since this is your first time shooting, I'm just going to show you how to properly hold and aim the gun." He briefly explained, walking up beside you. He was nearly in front of you, just correcting your posture quietly, readjusting your grip on the gun and how your arms were up, using one of his feet to gently kick yours to spread your legs up a bit more. Then he finished off by adjusting your shoulders a bit- taking a step back to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"... Looks good to me. Take the security off when you're ready and fire away." He said, stepping back to be behind you this time. You nodded, pressing on the side button that deactivated the security on the gun. When you heard the click-you know the moment you pulled the trigger a bullet would actually fly through. You had a sudden Rush of an adrenaline, not sure if you should actually pull the trigger or not.

Your hands were a bit sweaty and you tried not to get shaky- then let some excitement through and pull the trigger. Since the ghost had a silencer on it, it didn't resonate as loudly as you expected- but you still flinched. The gun still had a small knockback in your hands that you didn't quite expect, taking a moment to get over the small adrenaline rush. You fumbled a bit, since your hands were a bit sweaty the gun had slipped when you flinched, and you were trying to hold it back up properly.

Iso came up to you once again, this time staying behind you since the security was off. He simply wrapped his arms around you to fix your posture once again- making you tense up slightly. He didn't say a word as he did so, only taking a step back once you were back in the correct position. "There you go." He hummed out, going back to lean against the wall behind him.

You took a few more shots with the gun, the first few just aiming wherever as you got used to the weapon, then you actually tried aiming at the targets- but of course not being that good at it. You ended up emptying a whole mag, only realizing once you pulled the trigger again and there was just a simple click. You lowered the gun, still feeling some adrenaline from it, you instinctively put the security back on even if the mags are empty.

"Good reflex." Iso noted, his head nodding towards the gun. He didn't even need to tell you to keep the gun pointed to the ground if you weren't aiming it or to put the security back on once you were done- a smile on his face as he was proud you just did it without asking. "Thanks- I mean I read a lot about shooting again before- so I already had a brief idea of gun security-" you rambled on a bit, forcing yourself to bite your tongue at some point to not look like an idiot.

"... That's definitely an interesting thing to read about-" Iso said amusedly as he took the gun back, a small smile still on his face. You realize that just dropping that information casually probably sounded a bit weird- immediately trying to backtrack. "I wrote scenes where there was usage of guns- I just wanted to write something exact without looking like an idiot-" you muttered out - once again biting your tongue. But this time not because you didn't want to ramble on about gun security-more like you didn't want to ramble on about the other stuff you wrote.

Because you may or may not have taken extra time to read about gun security for... Other reasons than shooting. But you were definitely not going to rat yourself out like that. Iso didn't seem to question it further, just looking amused. He brought the ghost back to the cupboard, looking like he was taking a moment to ponder before pulling out a different gun. This time it was a bit bigger-walking back in the room with it.

"This is a specter, its an SMG with low penetration, it also has a silencer and-" He started to say, then taking a short moment to pause. He realized that getting too technical with guns would probably serve no purpose, considering you weren't actually training. He instead decided to be more vague. "It's an automatic gun, it shoots fast. It does not that much knockback, but you're still going to want to hold it tightly against your shoulder."

You nodded, and he once again place the gun properly in your hands. He took the time to correct how you held it to make sure that you wouldn't have any issues- pressing it comfortably on your shoulder and once again just kicking your feet slightly to be positioned correctly. "... There. Now remember, hold the gun firmly on your shoulder. If it's not firm enough, the knock back is just going to hurt." He said, once again stepping back to lean on the wall behind you.

You were nervous once again, not that you had a bit of a bigger gun in your hands, you weren't too sure how to feel about it. But once again curiosity got the better of you, taking off the security and deciding to pull the trigger. You weren't expecting much- and the gun immediately went upward with the few bullets you shot. "Woah-" you let out surprised, taking your finger off the trigger instantly to reposition.

"Automatic guns do tend to do that, just try to expect it- and shoot a few bullets at a time, not all at once." He instructed behind you-arms crossed in front of his chest as he patiently explained it to you. You were thankful that he was being so patient-taking one step at a time. You nod and try again, trying to take his advice. It was easier said than done- you had no experience controlling this type of gun, and no matter how hard you try, you ended up emptying the mag while shooting generally above the targets the whole time.

Once more, you put the security on the gun while pointing it out the floor when you were done, handing it back. "Yikes- gun shooting definitely isn't for me. I'll stick to typing-" you said a bit sheepishly, hands still sweaty from the adrenaline of getting to shoot a weapon. Iso chuckled out softly, taking back the gun as he led you out of the target room.

He went to put it back away, securing it in the cupboard before shutting it, putting the lock back on. "Understandable. Don't worry about it too much, you're just trying it out anyways." Iso chuckled out softly, turning back to look at you. You were picking up your notebook, tucking it back in its spot between your hip and arm.

"When did you start using firearms?" You ended up asking curiously, looking back up at him. He paused for a brief moment, looking like he was thinking about it. "Hmm... Like since I was... 16?" He said, not sounding fully sure with his answer, looking like he was trying to recall exactly.

You try not to choke once again- surprised to know that he was handling firearms before being an adult. "Oh-... And how old are you now-?" You asked again, trying to give yourself a brief idea of his experience. "I'm 24." He replied, this time confidently. You we're trying to give yourself a brief idea of his life- considering the tidbit of information that was given to you earlier.

You got a bit lost in thought, and Iso quietly observed you for a few moments. He could see the gears turning in your head, at first just letting you trying to figure it out on your own, then deciding to speak up. "You can just ask, you know. I don't have much to hide." He said, a small smirk on his face as he spoke nonchalantly.

You flinched slightly in Surprise, your free arm going up to your neck to rub it sheepishly. "Oh- uh- ... Well then- ... How long were you a... Well- hitman?" You asked awkwardly, once more trying to not sound too weird when talking about it. This was all still new to you and you were trying to wrap your head around it without sounding disrespectful in any way.

" About 5 years. Started at 17, finished at 23." He said, nodding along as he spoke. You gave a slow nod, almost as if realization of his reality was slowly sinking in. 5 years where his job was to ruthlessly kill people? And yet he looked so nice- it just didn't want to register in your head. You once again quieted down- this time not staring his way to not look like you were oogling over him uncomfortably.

Iso once more broke the silence. "You know that pretty much everyone here has killed for a living before- or has to kill for a living now? Like the whole point of valorant protocol is to constantly fight-which inevitably means killing people." He said, cocking an eyebrow as he spoke in amusement, watching as you had a moment of realization.

You gave another slow nod, observing the information as you could. "Yeah... I'm realizing that now." You mumbled out with another slow nod. He chuckled out softly, amused to see you in this state. "Well, if you're going to be staying for a while, may as well get used to it." He said, smirking as he spoke.

"Well... On the bright side- can't have a better place to ask about realistic ways to write certain deaths-" You said, trying to lighten your mood by joking around a bit- letting out a small laugh as you spoke. Iso chuckled along, nodding with his smirk. "True. If you need ideas, you can ask. Or ask anyone- you'd be surprised the amount of people who've been assassins here." He said nonchalantly, shrugging. You simply nodded, trying to brush off the fact that there was more than just one Hitman in the group.

"What do you usually write about anyways? Would it be like police novels?" Iso asked, taking a small guess on what you could be writing-considering you talked about ways to kill people and gun security, he assumed you wrote police novels. Or at least, something in the lines of that considering it was what made more sense.

You didn't want to rat yourself out of course- and since you did technically write police novels (of course with your well know erotic twist in the novels), you just nodded. "Yeah, I wrote some police novels... I do a couple of different genres." You said, staying vague. Thankfully you didn't need to find a lame excuse to escape this conversation- your stomach loudly growled just after you spoke, reminding you you haven't eaten anything today.

"fuck- I'm sorry, I think I'll just head out to eat. I just realized I've been here all day- it's just now hitting me." You said, one of your hands instinctively going to your stomach as you could already feel a small cramp starting to form. Iso nodded in understanding, giving you a small wave. "No worries, go eat." He simply said, watching as you bid goodbye and left.

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Back in your dorm, you ate something small and light, not much in the mood to have a heavy meal considering you didn't have anything else to eat all day. You ate a chicken salad, sitting on your bed with your open notebook, taking small notes. You didn't have an exact idea yet, but still, you thought it was interesting the things you heard about today, and you were noting it all down in hopes that maybe it could be used in your new book.

You continue taking notes until pretty late at night, just letting your mind go Haywire on the paper as you wrote-both taking note of all the things that Iso had said, keeping things in a reference from when you shot the guns, even noting some of the powers that you've got to witness by just observing the agents train today. All of it- you just took notes and hoped that at some point you'd have an idea.

When you looked up again you saw that it was 2 in the morning, forcing yourself to shut the notebook before taking a quick shower- getting through with your night time routine and then heading to bed. You ended up falling asleep around 3 am after all of that; meaning you were knocked out until pretty late in the morning the next day.

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Bittersweet

Nicholas D. Wolfwood X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Shoot out, thoughts of suicide, violence, blood, angst (like tons of angst), steamy scenes (I needed a shower after writing them hoo boy), and some fluff

Word Count: 9.3k

Requested by @moon-esque​

(A/N:) Okay fellow Nicholas fangirls this request turned into an absolute monster! And I enjoyed every second of writing it! I also may have had a meltdown when I found the gif for it as well, as it’s absolute perfection. I am so thankful you gave me this request as I believe it may be my favorite one yet. As soon as I read it I got swarmed by ideas and I am really pleased with the way it turned out. I think I had a little too much fun with the angst tho. 😅 But I hope I did it justice and it’s everything you hoped for! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Side note: Parts in italics are flashbacks. Okay I’ll shut up now! XD

Nicholas D. Wolfwood didn’t know how he earned such a wonderful life when he finally settled down. How he came across you so sweet and beautiful, he couldn’t explain that either. Or the fact that you had fallen in love with him and told him yes on that fateful day that seemed so long ago. Noman’s Land had taken so much from him and he couldn’t remember the last time he had been happy, until he had you. Like the sun you were warm but not harsh. You didn’t burn him or sap away his strength until he felt like he couldn’t take another step further. His heart ached as he looked at pictures of you he kept in his pocket, torn and worn from use and fights. He also couldn’t help but sneer at the stain of blood in the corner of his favorite photo. If it was his blood or someone else’s he couldn’t tell as so much blood had been spilled. He was just glad it didn’t mar your face in the photo as he didn’t think he could stomach the thought.

 He remembered those nights fondly with you, the little house you had picked out was perfect. Others would have seen it as cramped but growing up with nothing, it was a mansion to Nicholas. Home cooked meals every night with what little ingredients you could scrounge around for and afford tasted like a feast. But the moments he was happiest was when you both would go sit outside to watch the sunsets every night, hand in hand talking about your days. He closed his eyes his opposite hand rubbing across the palm you always held. He could have sworn that he could still feel your skin against his. Hot nights were ignored as he always wanted to hold onto you tightly. You tried shoving him away more than once but he stubbornly held on, toughing out your sweaty body against his. The desert had no remorse and neither did his want of you. You’d laugh, tell him that he stinks which only made him toss you into the old tub filled with precious water before he too would join you. You’d splash him once he sat down into the tub and he’d gently nibble at your digits. He’d kiss you despite the protests until your stubbornness was all but forgotten and your world was just filled with Nicholas. 

While you slept he would lay awake staring at the ceiling while listening to your slow breathing. He too would sleep if the nightmares would leave him alone for once. But every time he closed his eyes, his conscious was filled with blood and the screams of the people when he took their lives. He may have been called the Punisher but all he was punishing now was himself. You tried getting him to talk about it but he never would open up, the fear that you would find out the monster he was and is overwhelmed him. He just knew that if you found out that you would leave him and then he would have no one else, besides the group of friends he made and hurt on occasions. Vash was glad for his friend when Nicholas told him the news about the wedding, though Nicholas felt a little guilty dragging you into his messed up life. 

It turned out to be the best decision he ever made as the light started to come back in his life. Then the unthinkable happened, Nicholas left for work one morning and everything was normal. He finished his day, ready to see you and kiss you until you were breathless. But when he came upon his home it was dark, empty, and scorched. There was no sign of you and no answer no matter how loud or long he screamed your name. He beat at the sand, demanding that this forsaken land give you back to him. Blood coated the wood where it hadn’t burned to charcoal. Normally the sight of blood never made him sick, but the thought that it was yours had him retching stomach acid into the churned sand. He cried, tears streaking the grime on his cheeks until rage overtook him.

Nicholas came at anyone who he thought was possibly involved in your disappearance. He felt foolish believing that he could escape the Eye of Michael and it’s cronies. How could he bring you into something so terrible? Guilt riddled him as he thought of them taking you, subjecting you to whatever horrors they deemed fit as they had did to him as a child. His stomach churned in worry, but he couldn’t find any signs no matter how hard he looked. People either died to quickly or passed out from fear or the pain that he inflicted, he couldn’t get anywhere or come up with the answers he needed. 

Those nights sitting with you out on the little porch of your home was getting hazier and hazier as time passed, while being covered by the blood he spilled and smeared across his name. He became feared once more The Punisher walking again, toting his cross shaped machine gun with no remorse or pity upon his targets. Not even his friends could make headway let alone find him as Nicholas constantly stayed on the move. He couldn’t stop as the thought of finding you was his driving force, staying at the front of his mind at all times. Even Vash couldn’t seem to track him down and it just made the blond haired man more frustrated the longer time went on. 

A year passed since you disappeared, no trace ever came up again. No name, no breath of you, nothing. Nicholas finally cracked, despair swallowing him whole as he sat in a run down room in a sleazy inn contemplating ending it all. He refused to eat, he couldn’t remember the last time he had even bathed. He was unshaven, unkempt, and his clothes were beyond repair. But he couldn’t find the motivation to even care, you had become his everything his only sole purpose to breathe, and he had betrayed that abandoning you to whatever cruel fate had taken you. He unwrapped his weapon, searching blindly for the little pistol tucked inside. The weapon was perfect for him as it would mark his grave in a dark poetic sort of way. Though he felt like he didn’t deserve a grave, he prayed that they would just toss his corpse into the sand and let the worms have their share of him. Without you seeing him through, life held no meaning. You would have argued otherwise but you were no longer with him, you probably never even existed. He chuckled darkly, finally losing his mind as he was beginning to believe you had been some sort of figment the Eye of Michael had cooked up. Something to keep him complacent until the time came to rip you away and causing their greatest weapon to lose his mind and go on a search for revenge taking out the trash with him. 

He cackled insanely finally finding the weapon he had been looking for. He couldn’t keep on, the sorrow and pain finally too much to bear. He didn’t deserve to go out quietly or easily. A old man’s natural death had never been a part of his plan in the universe, and he didn’t deserve you anyway he decided. You were the exact opposite the light in the darkness, the steady island in a storm. While he was a never ending black hole that sucked everything good in the world and destroyed it. He held the pistol to his chin ready to end it all, though he knew that it was pure cowardice driving him. Pressure squeezed upon the trigger, he closed his eyes welcoming the end of his pitiful existence when the door slammed open. The lock uselessly tumbling to the floor in shattered pieces.

Vash the Stampeded stood before him in the doorway, pistol drawn. Vash wasted no time pulling the trigger, shooting the weapon from his friend’s hand. He was more surprised at the state of the strong man before him than anything else. He shook his head watching the dark haired man sink into the thin mattress, as he finally gave in. Nicholas tried to hide the tears but they wouldn’t stop coming. He had purposely been avoiding Vash and Meryl for as long as he had been searching for you. He knew they wouldn’t approve of his methods and Vash would have ended up being more of a pain than a help as Nicholas dished out his form of searching. But now that he had finally given up on you, fate had to set the red coated man right there at the time of his lowest. Without you he didn’t think life was worth living. Without you Noman’s Land was emptier and far from ever being the same again. Vash looked to Meryl the woman suddenly frightened by the Punisher they had been beside for so long.

“Go ahead and wait in the other room. I’m going to stay with him and I would rather you not be around if he tries anything else,” Vash said turning back to his long lost friend. Without argument Meryl left leaving the two men alone. Vash didn’t know even where to begin as Nicholas just laid there despondent and clearly not going to come around anytime soon. With Meryl safe, Vash felt more comfortable to do whatever necessary to get the undertaker back on his feet. Despite how grim everything looked on the outcome of finding you, Vash couldn’t give up. Not when it came to the person who had brought such joy to Nicholas’ life. Finally Nicholas passed out, the physical and emotional exhaustion taking it’s toll and sweeping him under the waves. Deep in his unconscious state he could still feel you, hear you, and touch you. At first it seemed to be too cruel to stand but now he took more comfort in it than pain. The memories you both had shared and made together keeping some parts of him together, though those were starting to crumble too the longer he went without you.

“Nicholas,” your voice called. Nicholas grunted trying to stay in darkened bliss, but you were relentless when it came to the pursuit of what you wanted. You called a little louder before starting to jostle him around a little. This time you got a groan out of him and you laughed. You rubbed his chin, the scruff of his unshaven face tickling your palm.

“Wake up,” you cooed moving towards his ear. Despite being obnoxious and playing with his earlobe, Nicholas stubbornly remained asleep. You stroked his black locks, thinking about giving them a trim before you huffed in annoyance. He could sense danger and be on his feet in moments, but in these moments where he truly got the relax and cling to you he was hard to awaken. You thought it was mostly from his rough way of life and never really having a place where he felt comfortable. So you never gave him grief if he overslept or was hard to wake up. This morning was different though as you were ready to start your day and couldn’t free yourself of your husband’s tight grip. So now you decided that desperate measures were going to have to come into play. Cupping his jaws you lifted his head where you could reach before kissing him deeply on the lips. He stirred more, trying to break away but you stubbornly refused to let him go. It didn’t take long until he was lazily kissing you back, his lips a little chapped from the heat and dusty wind. Dark eyes opened, groggily staring at you with a little gleam of annoyance shining through. You beamed obnoxiously at him, glad that you finally got what you wanted.

“I swear,” you laughed kissing him again. “You could sleep anywhere and through anything Wolfwood.”

“Can,” he grumbled, “and have. But it’s hard to sleep through an incessant wife that refuses to let her beloved sleep.”

“You can keep sleeping,” you poked his nose. “But I need to get up. There’s food to make and chores to do.”

“And let my pillow go about her day? No thanks.”

“Your pillow is retiring so let me up,” you wiggled and squirmed. Nicholas just continued to glare which wasn’t working as he was too cute with his sleep mussed hair and groggy expression. You snorted trying to fix the worm’s nest he called hair to no avail. He wordlessly lifted himself off of you but kept a secure grip so you couldn’t get away from him. You sucked in a breath as he gently crawled his way up to your face. His warm breath puffing against your skin he slid one hand down towards yours before interlacing your fingers. He squeezed gently before pressing his forehead to yours making you both sigh in bliss. This had become a habit between you two, that no one else got to see or know. Nicholas had been the first one to do it and it just had become a thing between you both. You couldn’t think long about the history behind his gesture before he was kissing you deeply, taking your mind off everything but him. You sighed sinking further into the mattress while he kept one hand in yours and the other keeping him up over your body. Knowing he had you right where he wanted you Nicholas released you, licking your lingering taste from his lips before suddenly crashing down on top of you. You yelped and grunted at the sudden weight.

“Nicholas,” you gasped trying to shove him off, “you’re crushing me!”

He huffed, maneuvering the majority off of you but refusing to let you go as he nuzzled into your plush chest. His breathing began to slow letting you know that he was on the verge of going back to sleep.

“Noooo don’t go back to sleep,” you shrieked causing Nicholas to grumble but it didn’t take him long before he was back to sleeping just glad to have you in bed with him.

Nicholas blinked blearily as the sunlight streamed through the broken window of the room he had rented. His machine gun was clear across the room and no weapon was within his reach. He moaned wearily trying to rise from the bed as his joints protested. After all the horrors he had put himself through, he was finally paying the price of pushing himself so hard. Without seeing, he knew he wasn’t alone as the thoughts of last night came flooding back. He shook his head trying to disperse the last of the memory that had decided to haunt him in his sleep before rubbing at his eyes. A familiar red coat caught his eye before he spotted the sleeping Vash sitting in a chair at his bedside. For just a few moments he allowed himself to glare at the man who had interrupted him from finally getting the freedom from pain he so wanted. Without you nothing in life was worth living. Vash would completely disagree with Nicholas’ outlook, but the blond haired man had always had a sunny outlook no matter how bleak things looked. Nicholas scoffed, earning a tired grumble from the man he had called friend for many years. He got up to cross the room back to his weapon but Vash woke up before he could make it there.

“Get out.” Nicholas snarled his patience worn thinner than ever.

“Good morning to you too.” Vash replied getting up from the chair and stretching his limbs. He yawned widely scratching at his messy blond hair before his bright blue gaze settled upon the other man.

“I didn’t want your help and I don’t need it either,” Nicholas suddenly shouted. He was sure everyone in the inn could hear but at this point he no longer cared about anything. “And why did you stop me? I didn’t ask anything from you and this is my business to take care of!”

Vash glared back at him, though his eyes weren’t filled with rage but a sadness that ran so deep nobody could explore the depths. He had lost so much and was still losing daily for so long that he couldn’t keep up with everything. Vash had become so close to the man they called The Punisher he couldn’t stand the thought of him just throwing his life away, especially if there was even a iota of a chance you still lived. “And let another one of my friends die? I wasn’t going to let you kill yourself. (Y/N) is still out there and she needs you. What good are you if you’re dead?”

His brother’s forces are people who he knew well. He couldn’t help but think you were still alive. In his own way he had been looking as well but if he wasn’t careful he would wind up getting you killed by Knives, if his brother knew Vash had interest in you. It was a horrible game they had played for so very long and Vash had learned to play it well. Nicholas was a different player though and he couldn’t tell him what to do. Everything was falling apart and you were needing the man you loved greatly now and he about snuffed himself out. Vash was relieved that he could intervene just in time before your last hope was taken away.

“I didn’t want you to find me and she’s dead.” Nicholas suddenly whispered. “It would be better if I just met her now in the afterlife.”

“She’s not dead,” Vash replied the conviction strong in his voice.

“I would have found her by now Vash! Nobody is talking and do you think you can extract information better than I can?”

Nicholas knew that Vash didn’t believe in his methods, but he didn’t care, not at this point. If he thought the Eye of Michael was going to give out information without spilling a little blood, he had another thing coming. Though Vash knew the members well he didn’t have the strength to do what Nicholas could, at least that’s how the undertaker saw things. He didn’t know deep down inside that Vash knew that if it would have changed things he would have done it.

“They wouldn’t be trying so hard to keep you away if they weren’t keeping her alive,” Vash tried again to reason with him. “They don’t want you taking her back as they know they can control you that way.”

“They don’t want me to go on a rampage.”

“You ARE going on a rampage Nicholas!” Vash couldn’t believe it as he felt like he was losing more ground than gaining when it came to stubborn Nicholas. Did he not realize how sloppy he had gotten in his rage? The proof was littered across the land in the form of blood stained sand. “Do you want to know how I found you?! The corpses you left behind, it wasn’t hard to track you.” Vash shuddered at the memory of half alive corpses being gnawed on by worms and scavengers as they laid there barely breathing. The haunted mutterings of a dead man gone mad about a black shape, of the Punisher’s return and his quest for vengeance and answers. “If I can track you the Eye of Michael really are, keeping just out of your reach. Do you know how fast word travels especially when it comes to word on the Punisher making his big return? You idiot no wonder you’re not getting anything done by yourself. Besides do you think (Y/N) is that weak that she would die so easily?”

“No.” Nicholas couldn’t help but grin at the memory of you saving him more than once.

“Exactly. So stop sulking and get ready to go, we have to rescue her.” Vash left no room for arguments, “But before we do you have to shave that stupid beard off your face.”

Nicholas glared, “She always liked it.”

“I knew she had poor taste when she married you,” he laughed slapping the undertaker on the back. He left Nicholas alone with faith that he was back on his feet and wouldn’t try anything rash. Meryl was waiting outside the door, her eyes were a little wet as she had heard the conversation. Vash embraced her trying to comfort her as he wanted her at her best as they tried to survive, to bring you back home. He had to find food as Nicholas was weak and still on the verge of collapse from not taking care of himself. It would be a hard battle and he didn’t know the horrors that laid before them, but no preparation could have readied them for what they would find.

You were dragging behind him, the exhaustion of the trip finally taking it’s toll. Nicholas tried to walk slower but no matter what pace he took, you couldn’t keep up. He couldn’t blame you as you both had been traveling for some time, it was getting to him but he couldn’t afford to show you that. He wanted to stay strong for you and help you through the blocks you stumbled across. He had known you for a couple years now and he was protective and he enjoyed the company. You were less annoying than Vash and despite having a sharp tongue like Meryl he found that he could tolerate your sharp wit better. Though he still teased you as harshly as he did the dark haired woman. He grinned at the though of you and Meryl having an all out battle of wits. He would pay good money to see that, though he’d have to put his whole wager on you. Once you got mad enough nobody was able to outwit you. He found that out several times and had ended up with a red mark on his cheek on one or more occasions.

 He smirked looking back at you, despite stumbling around you gave him a grin. You never complained sticking close to by his side, it always amazed him. When you both had first met it had seemed like chance, but now he could call it destiny as you had no reason to stay by his side. You were a bounty hunter and a good one at that. Your name traveled fast across Noman’s Land, that even he The Punisher knew just who you were. You had crossed his path, hunting another bounty when the people of the barely civilized town started shouting about the local orphanage. Without a word you and him sprung into action, taking no mercy upon the bandits that had decided they could pick upon the poor children and their caretakers. Nicholas watched in awe as you protected the little ones with no thought of your own safety, you’d even saved him a couple times that day. He grinned at the memory as you and he decided that day to not part ways but to become partners. He’d always worked alone, preferred it even. But since you came around he found that being alone wasn’t as fun anymore. You continued to carry your trusty weapon, but now using it for more than just money. You brought out the best in Nicholas and he felt better for it. He held out his hand to you as the sun begun to darken, his skin tough and calloused but still soft in it’s own way. You didn’t hesitate interlacing your fingers with his before he pressed his forehead to yours. You both continued to walk across the sand.

Vash was proving hard to keep up with to Nicholas now as his body was drained of all fight. But the stubborn man known as the Stampede refused to let his friend give up no matter what. Meryl stayed out of their way, afraid that any second Nicholas could lose it at any moment and that wasn’t far from the truth. Vash was the only one who didn’t fear him. 

Vash didn’t say much or explain he just lead his team with a strength that could only come from certainty. When he had first met you while traveling with Nicholas he knew that you were good for the Undertaker. It was a match made that benefited both parties but mostly Nicholas as he had never really had anything good in life and whatever good was ripped away in a horrible way. But now he was dealing with loss again and without proof of your demise Vash wasn’t letting the possibility that you drew breath go down in flames until he had solid evidence that you did in fact perish in the Eye of Michael’s bout of revenge. He worriedly looked back as the dark haired man stumbled, clearly losing the fight to continue onward. Vash would drag him, carry him if need be. He needed you and you needed him, it was cruel fate in this world that had brought you two together and the same fate had ripped you from him. Vash wanted to stand before fate, tell it that it wasn’t going to do such a thing to his friend, even if it meant that he had to rip you from it’s horrible grasp.

Vash had met you several years ago when he had come across Nicholas once more in his journey. It was hard for him to imagine the Undertaker settling down so quickly with one woman. But as soon as you had said your name and shook Vash’s hand, he knew immediately why Nicholas had kept you around. You laughed easily and you could turn in a second and be serious. Plus you could give The Punisher a run for his money when needed. Vash found you easy to talk to so as the fire he had built glowed in the night, Vash sat closely lost in conversation. You both exchanged stories while Meryl sat at Vash’s side. The only one who wasn’t sitting nearby the group was Nicholas. Standing in the dark, a shadow lost in the desert and the only thing you could see was his lit cigarette gleaming when he took slow drags from it. Though you couldn’t see him you could feel a slight tension in the air. You just shrugged it off mentally as him pouting for not being the center of attention. You found you liked Vash, not in the way you loved Nicholas, but the blond haired man was so easy going, he was a jewel to talk with. You forgot your problems in the midst of company and you felt like you could relax like you hadn’t gotten to in years. 

When the fire began to wane, everyone knew it was getting quite late. Vash helped you up from the sand with a gentle hand. You thanked him graciously and found your way to Nicholas. He glared at the retreating red coated man’s back. Jealousy was an ugly monster for everyone, but Nicholas had given in so easily. You weren’t going to put yourself forward to appease him as it was something that he was going to have to look on himself. You patted his cheek, leaving him there to go get yourself comfortable for sleeping. Moments later Nicholas laid down beside you, his body language stiff and full of anger. You rolled your eyes continuing to ignore him when he suddenly rolled you over. You found yourself looking straight into those livid dark eyes and without another word he kissed you deeply, putting all his frustrations out in the form of a rough and sloppy kiss. He left you breathless when he finally pulled away, pulling you possessively into his chest. He didn’t have to say a word as he felt like he had staked his claim once more. You laughed quietly letting him do whatever made him feel better. Vash was handsome but he couldn’t compare to your Nicholas.

Vash chuckled at the memory, looking back once more towards Nicholas. He seemed to be walking better now, his heavy cross no longer dragging him down so precariously. He seemed to have a new life being brought back with each step he took. Maybe hope was beginning to form back into his very being. Nicholas loved you like he had loved no other. He hid his feelings behind his cocky attitude or dark sunglasses. He refused to let anyone close or see the real him. Then he met you and he buried himself deeper, afraid that you would find the true being that hid inside. You forcefully drug him into the light, exposing all his darkness and you remained. You bared your darkness, showing him that he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t the only tragic being lost in the world. Everybody carried regrets, you were just created to help him through his. That’s why he married you, made you his officially. But just as much you were his, he was yours as well. 

He couldn’t afford to let people know of his tragedy and what he brought upon the people just trying to make their way in the horrible uncaring world. He chuckled darkly seeing the blood still dripping from his rough skin. You had wiped that away, where he could see hands to be proud of. Once you disappeared that blood reappeared stronger than ever. He was drowning in a sea of crimson and all he could do was poor more into the sea as he drowned. He didn’t care who stood in his way, if they were a part of the evil that he had once been a part of they would die. Slowly, painfully, he would wrought upon then a thousand times worse than they could possibly think of to do to you. Stealing you away from him, was going to prove being the biggest mistake that they had ever made. 

He grinned wickedly, madness once again taking over. Meryl shivered at the unhinged posture in Nicholas’ body, Vash just shook his head pain gripping his heart. You needed to still be alive, nobody else could shake him from this darkness swallowing Nicholas D. Wolfwood whole. Nicholas had once again become the man who was pushed by revenge and an objective to bring as much pain as possible to the people who wronged him. A true Punisher trekking across the sandy planet, staining it a deeper red with spilled blood of innocents and enemies alike. Vash needed your help, now more than ever.

They settled down when darkness coated the horizon and left them without a sliver of light to track. Nicholas sat far away from Vash and Meryl, preferring to be alone despite their protests. He looked up at the sky remembering looking at the worms dancing through the night sky with you. He missed those quiet moments on the porch with you. He could still feel you next to him, talking about mundane things you had done throughout the day. It made him grin as he never thought he would be able to have such a simple life with someone. The first night in the new house had been his favorite out of all the memories he shared with you.

It wasn’t much and it had been empty for so long that all the hospitality that a home brought had long ago left. But to Nicholas it looked like a mansion as he hadn’t known of much comfort in life. You were so happy to have a place to call home with your husband you adored. You wanted to be the best wife you could be for him as he wanted to be the best husband for you. You both worked together, cleaning what little you could with the little bit of supplies. There wasn’t much to eat but it felt like a feast as Nicholas sat across from you on the floor. You hummed in delight at each bite and it was catching as Nicholas began scarfing down his share. 

The night was quickly coming, darkening the few rooms to where it was hard to see. You had a couple threadbare blankets draped across the floor as a makeshift bed, but you only had one pillow. Nicholas searched for you in the dark, his hand finally finding your arm he pulled you to him. The silver light from the moons streaking across the floor and painted your smaller form in pale light. Nicholas licked his lips, finally having you to himself in private. A hunger had been stewing in his being and as soon as he closed the rickety door to the bedroom, it erupted and he had to sate himself before he went wild. 

You trembled slightly in his grip sensing his needs and feeling the same as him. Now that he could see you better thanks to the moons’ light he stroked your hair letting the long tendrils slip through his fingers while the other roamed your feminine form. You stroked his face, feeling the sharp lines of his jaw littered with a sparse beard. He explored you as he opened himself to you. He untangled his fingers from your soft locks to thread through your fingers. He kissed the back of your hand, littering every scar and callous with a loving kiss and making his way up your arm. Nicholas nibbled at your neck causing you to moan and moving your head to give him better access before he pressed his forehead to yours. He stood there for awhile just enjoying taking in your scent and the feel of your body against his burning one. He was an impatient man and when you tugged at the few buttons that he kept buttoned on his shirt did his patience fly out the window. Before laying you down on the blankets laid across the floor he removed the shirt that had you so desperately tried to remove yourself. Nicholas hovered above you pressing kisses wherever he could, losing himself to you in the darkness. You held onto him tightly, grasping his back as he devoured you.

Nicholas awoke to sunlight streaming through the window across him and your bodies pressed together. Your haired glowed like a halo in the light and your skin a caramel kissed by the golden rays. He sucked in a breath as he lost himself in your beauty. He could still fell your lips pressed against his while you nipped at his collarbone. Your body tattooed against his fingertips and scratches littered across his scarred back. He chuckled laying back but still holding you into his side. He dug a cigarette from his abandoned pants laying in a pile on the floor. He lit a match, igniting the cigarette and blowing a cloud up in the air. You groaned in your sleep, tapping his bare chest.

“No smoking in the house,” you mumbled causing him to chuckle.

“Let me have this just this once,” he replied. “You tired me out last night.”

“You’re the one who thought once wasn’t enough,” you glared sleepily but relented in the argument with pink tinged cheeks. He squeezed you, thanking everything he could think of that he had you laid beside him in his little world.

Married life became easier and easier as the days passed. Nicholas found a job where he could bring a little money home to you and you were able to stay home to greet him every day. That was his favorite time of the day as you waited at the door, the light shining behind you silhouetting your shapely form just for him. Some nights he would just kiss you, others he would spin you around before kissing you, if he was feeling really lively he would dip you then press hot kisses to your mouth before deepening them. But majority of the time he would interlace your fingers together, kiss you deeply, tongue stroking against yours, and then press his forehead to yours. You had said that those were your absolute favorite, so he indulged you with this type of affection every time he could. He remembered one evening you were beyond ecstatic for him to be home. You had your hands behind your back as you danced from foot to foot. Nicholas began to wonder if someone had put worms down your pants when you pulled a piece of fabric from behind your back.

“I sewed us some curtains so maybe the sun won’t bother you as much in the mornings,” you shouted gleefully. Though definitely not sewn by a professional with the stitching all crooked and imperfect. You were so proud of yourself that Nicholas couldn’t help but fall in love with you further and love the curtains you made for the home. The next evening you had made him a handkerchief that he wore in his pocket proudly. That fateful morning though when he left, everything had been normal. You sent him off with lunch and a quick kiss. You always stood in the doorway watching him leave until you could see him no longer, then you’d go back inside and do whatever needed to be done. 

Nicholas had been excited all day to leave work, to go home and see you as he earned a little extra income, so he stopped on his way home to buy a special treat for you both. With a slice of cake in tow for each of you he headed home. He expected to see you standing in the doorway like normal, waiting for his return. But instead of your form greeting him, he was met with smoke as his and your house smoldered from a raging fire. He screamed, dropping the treats into the sand while he stumbled down the dunes of sand between him and home. He called your name, screaming it until his throat strained. Still you didn’t answer, the smoke stung his eyes causing tears to stream down his dirty face as he took in his destroyed home. The curtains you had made so carefully fluttering in singed tatters. Still no sign of you remained just large puddles of blood and then a long streak that ended a few yards out in the desert. Nicholas knew immediately who had done such a thing, he found his machine gun he had put away just for you, scorched but still in working order and set off to destroy the people who took you from him.

Nicholas groaned in his sleep, patting at his side to try and find you lying right beside him. All his hand met was cold sand and the cool metal of his machine gun. He huffed as the memories of your disappearance rushed back all at once. He heaved a sigh pushing himself upwards and looking towards the horizon. The first pink light of morning greeted him as did Vash’s snores and Meryl’s quiet breathing. He pulled a cigarette and rose from the ground before lighting it. He smoked several before the other two even started to stir. He had thought hard about just leaving them again, but Vash had the uncanny ability of being exactly where Nicholas didn’t want him, so to save himself rage he decided to stay. Vash knew exactly where he was going and despite his best efforts Nicholas hadn’t made any headway in finding you. If Vash was correct that you still were alive, he’d owe that stupid needle noggin a drink. Several drinks. He scoffed throwing down the stub left of his cigarette and put it out with his shoe.

“Glad of you to join me,” he growled. “You two going to get up or do I have to start the day myself?”

“Breakfast first,” Meryl replied before turning over and falling back to sleep. Vash chuckled but Nicholas was not amused.

  Once they were back making progress Nicholas didn’t seem as anxious, though he was walking better today than he had yesterday. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you were close. His heart was hammering against his chest and he couldn’t fight down the butterflies in his stomach. His eyes darted around, trying to spot any movement or sights of anything particular. All he could see was the large expanse of sand stretching as far as the eyes can see. Vash was talking with Meryl, both laughing about something Vash said when Nicholas suddenly stopped and stiffened. He caught a scent on the air and the gleam of metal a few yards away.

“Get down,” he roared racing back to the others. He jumped, tackling them to the sand when a gunshot rang out. A high caliber sniper rifle by the sound of it. Nicholas returned fire, his stomach suddenly sick. The gunshots echoed through the sky, bouncing off the mountains miles away. Nicholas snarled, baring his teeth as he spun his weapon around.

“Sniper,” Vash yelled pushing Meryl back further.

“Thanks for the info,” Nicholas snarled. “I didn’t notice!”

“This is no time for being sarcastic,” Meryl screamed trying to protect her head.

“Then tell your boyfriend quit stating the obvious,” Nicholas roared again returning fire. Another shot echoed hitting the sand next to his feet. Nicholas danced around trying to make himself a harder target. Vash scurried around trying to keep from being hit. Shots were exchanged over and over again, filling the expanse with nothing but the sounds of gunfire like some sadistic orchestra. Nicholas panted, trying to reload as fast as he could, before he spotted a blond blur race across the sand. Nicholas cursed abandoning reloading to chase after the idiot. He should of known Vash wasn’t going to make this easy for him as he caught up to him.

“What are you doing?!”

“I can’t let you two kill each other,” Vash replied still running. Another shot rang out, hitting the sand between them. Vash yelped and Nicholas cursed again.

“You’re going to get yourself killed instead you idiot,” Nicholas threw an empty clip at him. Vash only laughed crazily while dodging the clip.

“Stop laughing!”

It was obvious where they’re attacker was laid up as they kept shooting at him and Vash while they raced towards where the shots were coming from. Nicholas was finally able to reload before they got there and the sight before them chilled his blood. The Eye of Michael had done it again. Thoughts of Livio raced forward churning his stomach but this time he couldn’t tell who the person was before him. It was a woman, the majority of her face covered by a metal mask. Her hair had been cut haphazardly, leaving it choppy and wild. Eyes that normally would show emotion and thoughts behind them, were blank and her movements were robotic. Nicholas raised, aiming at their attacker when Vash bumped into him.

“Watch it needle noggin,” he shoved him away.

“Don’t kill her,” Vash yelled once again racing forward putting himself in harms way.

“She’s trying to kill us!”

“She’s being controlled,” Vash tried to get Nicholas out of killing mode. The dark haired man wasn’t having it as he aimed again. But this time Vash stepped in front of the woman. Nicholas cursed, contemplating just shooting through Vash and killing them both in one go. At least he’d have some form of revenge against his attacker and get rid of a headache to boot. At last his more rational side tore through and he lowered the gun. But it wasn’t wasted on him that she pulled a pistol from behind her back, shooting at Vash who was still dodging bullets like it was some sort of deadly dance. Nicholas charged forward his feet churning up sand as he reared the large, heavy machine gun with his whole body and swung it like a bat. He hit the strange assassin at her side sending her sideways several feet.

“Quit playing patty cake with her,” Nicholas shouted. “You’re going to die! We end this now!”

“Don’t,” Vash panted. “Don’t kill her Nicholas.”

Nicholas racked another round into the chamber, “Yeah cause she’s so intent on making up and becoming friends.”

“You’ll regret it,” Vash tried to argue.

“There’s bigger things that I regret. Taking out another nobody is not going to be another one.”

She still laid sprawled out, trying to rise from the ground. Nicholas reared a foot back sending it into her side, cracking a rib and putting her on her back. She didn’t even cry out in pain due to the control she was under. It reminded him so much of Livio it made his arm tremble as he aimed. He put a foot on her chest keeping her pinned. He shook his head trying to rid himself of doubts, it gave her freedom to suddenly reach for her boot and pull a knife. Without a second thought she plunged it into Nicholas’ thigh. He grunted stumbling backwards as blood began to ooze down his thigh.

“You sorry,” he started but she ambushed him. Swinging and shooting, he barely kept up. Twisting his body, stepping backwards, and using his cross as a shield. With the barrage he couldn’t return anything until she stumbled. He swung across hitting her straight across the jaw. His hand cracked but her mask shattered. What he saw next caused him to sink down and scream out in anguish.

His (Y/N) stood right before him, her stare as blank as the dead. What made her her was nowhere to be found as she continued to rock from the hit he just gave her. Vash dropped his head feeling Nicholas’ despair coat the atmosphere.

“No! No no no no! It can’t be,” his voice cracked. All he could do was scream at the sky and curse everything that had brought him here to this moment. He wanted to find you so bad, but he never wanted to find you this way. Brainwashed and used for something you weren’t meant to. It was Livio all over again and he found it worse. They tainted you, stripping you from your humanity making you into a killing machine. He should have seen it, should have protected you. His failures all came crashing down burying him quickly to where he could drown from the overwhelming anguish.

“Don’t kill her,” Vash cried trying to crawl forward.

“I,” Nicholas heaved as he teetered on the verge of throwing up and taking his own life again. “I can’t! I can’t do it!”

“Save her,” Vash tried again.

“I can’t!”

“You can! Nicholas please!”

“Kill me,” Nicholas pleaded. “Vash shoot me please I can’t stand it!”

“She needs you,” Vash screamed tears flowing down his cheeks. Nicholas sobbed loudly, his tears staining the sand while blood spread around him from the knife still lodged in his thigh.

“They took her from me! Kill me Vash!”

“I am not shooting you!” Vash was growing angry. He had felt such despair like Nicholas was feeling, but not getting up and dealing with the problem was solving nothing. Nicholas couldn’t look at your face without the guilt eating at his insides.

“Nicholas she’s crying,” Vash finally made it to his side forcing the Undertaker to look up. Sure enough you stood before the two men, whole body shaking and tears flowing freely from one eye that wasn’t swelling shut.

“She’s still in there don’t give up on her. She’s fighting,” Vash shook Nicholas violently. “Get your stupid pigheaded butt up and save your wife right now or I may just change my mind and shoot you anyway!”

Nicholas rose, his legs shaking. He stumbled almost falling back down as his body fought the whole way. She was right there, not in a good state but he had wanted to find her. It had felt like his sole purpose when she was stolen from him. Now she was here and needed him now more than ever. He would have crawled through the very pits of torment to find her and bring her back. He had never thought about them turning her into a weapon. Before finding him she had been the best bounty hunter. She could give him a run for his money when it came to aim and fighting. It made him chuckle at their shooting contests before grimacing. She was definitely better on her game as he still was sporting her wound that made walking harder. He would lose all the blood in his body if it would bring her back, he would let her shoot him before he ever riddled her lovely body with bullet holes. He almost did and it made him sick. He was stupid he should have realized it was her way before he broke the horrible mask they had forced upon her.

“(Y/N),” he smirked before coughing up blood. “Come back to me.”

She shook her head, fighting for control but the programming was taking it’s toll as she reached for another pistol. Nicholas walked right into the barrel, encircling her wrist with his hand and lowering the weapon to point to the ground. She fought at first her strength waning as she tried to raise it back up to his face. He kept a steady grip keeping it pointed down while he wiped the blood on his pants leg off his other hand. He reached up stroking her cheek, she flinched from the touch before calming back down.

  “N…N,” she tried to speak and he shushed her. He trailed downwards from her cheek, sliding across her neck, and down her arm to where he could grasp her hand. Stroking at the skin on the back of her hand he gave himself time before threading her digits with his. She gasped in a breath, light going in and out of her eyes. He grinned taking his time with bringing her back to him. Leaning downwards Nicholas took in her scent, his hot breath puffing across the skin of her collarbone and neck. She shivered involuntary the old (Y/N) still under the surface fighting to get out. He took his time looking right into her eyes before he finally made it to his destination. Nicholas gently placed his forehead to hers.

“Wake up already would you,” he whispered breathlessly. She gasped in his grasp and fell to the ground. Nicholas caught her, grunting from the weight on his injured leg. You cried loudly, unable to move just laying limply in Nicholas’ arms.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed ashamed to look in the face of your husband. “I’m so sorry.”

“No,” Nicholas shushed you kissing you deeply. “I’m the one who should be sorry. This is all my fault.”

“I tried to kill you,” you wailed. “You and Vash! And Meryl!” Tears wouldn’t stop flowing as they streaked the dirt and blood across your face.

“It’s not like you never wanted to kill me before,” he chuckled darkly.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “No never kill. Maybe stab a couple of times or something but I don’t think I could live without you.”

Nicholas grimaced moving his leg around a little with the knife handle still sticking up. “Well you succeeded in getting one stab in at least.”

You gasped touching the handle and causing him to hiss. “Still a little tender,” he winked.

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m not,” he whispered. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

“Thank you for bringing me back,” you whispered back. “Though you did bust my face up and break one of my ribs.” Nicholas grimaced but wasted no time in kissing you again. Vash stumbled back to where Meryl waited to check up on her and giving you two a little privacy. You tended to Nicholas and yourself as best as you could, you would need to get you both to the nearest town for an actual doctor to take care of your and his wounds. But for now you both wanted to just stay there for a little while longer and not think of all the horrible things that just happened. Nicholas cursed a little later when he remembered he promised Vash drinks if he was correct in your state. Though you hadn’t been yourself when found, you were still alive. You looked at your husband worriedly before he waved the concern away. You would just laugh at his dilemma anyway. Vash helped you two get back home after Nicholas and you had been seen by a professional doctor and cleared to go home.

You took in the state of you and Nicholas’ home, hot tears coming quickly at the state of the wreckage. Nicholas held you close knowing that you two were more than a house.

“Anywhere with you is home to me,” he finally spoke after you cried for a little while. “We’ll build it back better than ever.”

“We don’t have to,” you said worried about the funds.

“I’ll keep working and we’ll use it to build it however you want,” he kissed you. “Your wish is my command m’lady.”

“Can we get a room in town to stay until then?”

“Already on it.” Nicholas lead you towards the darkened city. “Vash is useful when he’s not being annoying.”

You laughed, “He’s your best friend.”

“Unfortunately,” Nicholas snorted. You laughed, refusing to let go of Nicholas. You had been so afraid that you would never get to see him again when you were captured. You had thought about him every moment of every day until they had stripped everything from you. Then all you could remember is the blackness that engulfed you. You shivered at the thought of the blank being they had created from you. Nicholas mistakenly took your shivers as you being cold as he held you tighter. He never wanted to lose you in such a way ever again. He didn’t care that his past had come back to haunt him, he didn’t care who he had to take out. As long as you were safe and by his side he needing nothing else. You were his everything his world that he wouldn’t give up for anything. He looked down at you with a warm smile.

“I think I need to catch up on the loving you’ve been holding out on me,” he smirked and you blushed.

You slapped his chest, “Pervert. Is that all you think about?”

“When it comes to you yes. And how am I a pervert when I’m your husband?”

You huffed looking away teasingly, “You just are it’s your natural mentality.”

“Like you don’t think about me in a perverted way.”

“Never.”

“I beg to differ,” he snorted leaning in towards your ear. “Remember that one night…”

“Stop,” you screeched blush rushing down to your neck. Nicholas laughed causing your heart to skip a beat. How you had missed him, you never wanted to be taken away from him ever again. You stepped closer intertwining your fingers. Nicholas bumped your forehead quickly as he didn’t want to stop walking. The desert was becoming cold and he was ready for a room to spend the night with you once more. He had found you and he didn’t care what he had done to get you back by his side. He never regretted anything and he would tell anyone who asked that he would do everything the same as the outcome had brought you back. He squeezed you tighter losing himself in your presence. You were his paradise, it didn’t matter where he was at as long as he had you and you felt the same way. The worms light the sky as you both came to the city, ready to rebuild your lives after the terror had torn it apart. Hand in hand you both faced the future bravely and ready for whatever arose.

[crisalidaseason]

Second reading of Fourth Wing - My complete sincere and silly thoughts

Fucking spoilers below

First...goofy title. But who am I to judge...Have you seen my fic titles????

Overall a very bingable - bingeable? - book. The writing is simple enough - a bit similar to fanfiction to be honest - and despite the amount of pages it did not require much effort reading (although I am biased when talking about speed reading since i am a historian and reading stuff is my job). Not the best or consistent vocabulary and sometimes the writing was a bit cringy, but nothing overwhelming. Some dialogues were really funny though, I enjoyed the humor.

A bit too much foregin words during exposition at the start. I get it, you want to build the world the story is set in, but having Violet rant that on parapet was a bit tiring to read through. Don't get me wrong, is a good way to introduce world building by having the main character info-dump to calm down, but there were many names that we would forget anyway...it could have been more simple.

Violet is an okay character. I usually hate romantasy main characters from the start because their personality is just so bland...but Violet did surprise me a little. I could actually care for her after reading more about. Her being disabled helps a lot because I felt seen and understood in many aspects of her own thoughts about her disability. Also, broke my heart whenever Dain or Mira talked about Violet as if she was a bag of fragile pieces...kinda dehumanizing to have your disability be the only thing people see about you. Even if they were worried, maybe trust the girl a little bit, huh? She knows her body and limits like nobody else.

Wonderful side characters. I loved Rhiannion and Ridoc so fucking much!!!! They deserve the world! Also, Liam was such a sweetheart. Imogen really grew on me, girl is an icon in my humble opinion. Dain was okay, just a bit too repetitive on the entire I-wanna-protect-but-I-don't-want-to-listen-your-opinions! I wish we had a bit more insight on those characters, like Ridoc and Sawyer, but most of them I was able to really enjoy.

Xaden is alright. A bit underwhelming and clichê, but he grew on me by the end of the book. Maybe we could get more POVs from him, because I started to like him more when I got to read his only POV chapter.

The dragons are awesome. I love Tairn so fucking much, he is my spirit animal, the grumpy ass protective dad trope, but it's a dragon. Also, his dynamic with Andarna is so sweeeet. But I wish we could see more of him and Sgaeyl interacting, I barely know her - but she is iconic anyway. Also, Tairn never calls people by name and that is fucking funny because my dad is always calling people nicknames - hence why I think Tairn is just a grumpy dad. Andarna is soooo cute and corageous, I love her.

The plot of the book is quite simple at the start, but fuck if those names did not confuse me! Assessment, Challenges, Gauntlet and etc. Sometimes I got confused as fuck with the timeline of those events! Also...why some people have super simple names and some have like...unreadable names?

How do you pronounce Xaden? Because in my language "X" has a soung of "SHH" and I fucking lost it while trying to pronounce it.

Our girl Violet is very brave, I'll give you that! She does not back down at all, and the poisoning her enemies was really fun to see. It was good to see her win opponents without poisoning too, because I am sure the girl is capable.

Violet is a horny woman, I can relate - even if I am no girl. A glimpse at Xaden and she was DOWN BAD! Funny as fuck but at the same time...get a grip, Violet!

The bad guys in the book were a bit too cartoonish, not gonna lie...Jack, Oren. They were a bit goofy sometimes because of that. I get it, you need an asshole, but maybe tone down a little? But nothing too agravating - aggravating??.

I'll give it to you, the tension around the romance is nice! The steamy scenes - although not something I really care for - were not nearly as cringy as other I've read. Although I kinda laughed hard at how those two wrecked the entire room, must be so awkward the next day when everyone knows what were ya'll up to. I enjoyed their interactions and banter too, it was fun to see but sometimes I felt second-hand embarassment at some of their attitudes. Those two need a room!

The venin/wyvern foreshadowing was strooooong and predictable. Also, the whole smuggling-weapons-to-help-fliers was pretty detectable too! I knew the marked ones were up to something ''good''. The whole rebellion discussion was screaming 'history distortion'. All the hints were very obvious and I think maybe it was the authors intention? The hints were all there, and they were not bad in my opinion.

The rebellion needs its own story, my historian ass demands it.

I liked the battle scenes. It wasn't that out of pocket or so unrealistic. I get that Violet is a badass, but we pretty much see her fail and loose Liam due to her untrained power. Sometimes we get too much of the main girl just mastering everything easily. Violet is really good at stuff, but she also needs to be bad at something to the point it costs her something. I like the balance of her abilities, made me relate and like her more.

I knew Liam would die the moment Rhiannon said he cheated death twice...fuck I hate it when authors kill the sweetest guys!!!!! WHYYYYYY

I knew the rebellion never vanished. It's typical in books like these, but I don't think is bad. As long as it's well developed, there are good chances that it becomes an interesting political arc. I love political arcs. The first book has a good base to make this interesting.

I give the book a 3,5/5 stars! Good enough to not drop it and it gets better after a while

[0sincerelyella]

Kit Connor imagine where he’s dating a girl (or boy or literally anyone at all) and things get a little steamy but the partner asks to stop and he’s a perfect caring gentleman about it? Basically that Heartstopper scene where nick says he’s not ready for more, but role reversed and super fluffy and lovely

Of course darling - Kit Connor

Summary: y/n loved kit more than anything, but she’s just not ready to make that next step

Notes: so i am usually not for writing spicy anything but i can make this work without overstepping any of my boundaries, so i am glad for this!!:) please keep requesting!!

i am also so sorry this is really short

three recognizable knocks came from kits front door. He was home alone today, his parents gone on a trip. So he did the only thing he ever does on a day off, and called his girlfriend who immediately drove over to him.

kit basically flew down the stairs, swinging open the door and picking y/n up into a hug quicker than he could even breath.

“Hello beautiful” he said, kissing all over her face. “hit kit kat” she said, kissing his lips. “i hate that so much” he giggled.

matter kit set her down, he walked her into the house and immediately kissed her as the door shut. “i have missed you so much darling” and there it was, the nickname he gave her the day they met. she falls in love with him more everyday.

kit and y/n have been dating for a year almost. the two of them had met at the park while nick was on a walk with his mother.

kit hadn’t seen y/n in a month due to season two of the show coming out, and press and stuff. his first day off in weeks, it was like a breath of fresh air.

y/n blabbed about her day the whole way up the stairs and into kits bed room, climbing into bed, laying on kits chest as she spoke. “and then my sister chucked the plastic bowl and hit the cat.” she giggled, leaning upwards to looking at kit.

he was mesmerized at her beautiful smile as she spoke about her day. both his hands grabbed her hips, pulling her up closer to his face. He pulled her close and kissed her.

y/n snaked her arms around his neck as they kissed. kits hands ran up and down her sides. one of his hands snaked to the back of her head, flipping them over. he pulled away to smile at his girlfriend, moving her hair from her eyes. he leaned down, moving his lips to her cheek, and then to her neck.

his hands went back to up and down her sides as he kissed her further down her neck, onto her upper chest.

with a hitch of her breath in a panicked mode, she grabbed kits shoulders and pushed him off of her gently “stop, please stop” she whispered, almost on the verge of tears

“darling, darling what’s wrong” he said, sitting up and pulling her up with him. “i’m so sorry” she said, leaning into his shoulder. “i can’t do it i’m sorry”

“love, i never want to force you into anything you don’t want to do.” he ran his fingers through her hair as her head rested against his chest.

“but i just, i wanted to i did but-“ she took another breath. “darling, please listen to me okay?” she nodded her head, looking up at him. “y/n, my love, your my angel. and i promise you i’ll never ever make you do anything you don’t want to” he kissed her forehead. “that’s not why i’m with you, i’m with you because your beautiful,” he sat her up, looking in her eyes. “and your sweet, and so much fun, and your my favorite person”

y/n smiled as bright as she could, pulling him into a kiss

“i love you kit kat” she said, laughing at the use of his nickname

“i love you too darling”

[cum-villain]

What's Takatenn?

🤭Okay, so. It's two characters from Idolish7, Kujou Takamasa and Kujou Tenn. Shared surname is due to adoption, but it's important to recognize they don't actually consider each other father and son. It's a facade, they're business partners. Kinky, but not in an incest way. Except legally ofc.

See, Kujou Takamasa used to be the manager of this one extremely popular idol, "Zero". But due to reasons not yet revealed in the plot, not known to us nor Kujou Takamasa himself, Zero disappeared. After this, Kujou kind of became... insane. He's obsessed with Zero, he wants to create an idol to replace Zero, he hates Zero for leaving him behind.

In order to create an idol, he's attempted to find and use other musicians, but after failures (including sending a guy to the hospital with a head injury in order to attempt to acquire the guy's partner), he's started a new method: Adopt children, and raise them to be idols since youth. There are 3 children we know of he's in some way acquired, one of whom he discarded. Another of those children is Kujou Tenn, formerly Nanase Tenn, who he acquired at age 14.

How he acquired Tenn was itself a business deal. Tenn's parents club was losing money, and his twin little brother was chronically ill, requiring hospital fees being payed. All in all, it was a sticky situation. It's honestly unclear right now whether the money situation was intentionally set up by Kujou Takamasa, but regardless of if it was purposeful or coincidence, Tenn agreed to be acquired by Kujou in exchange for his little brother's hospital fees being payed. From the very start, they've known full well they're using each other for their own ends. Purely business, nothing emotional, right?

Except, at some point in the 5 years of being business partners (Tenn is 19 when the show starts), it stopped being pure business for them. Kujou doesn't just want Tenn to be like Zero, he's terrified of Tenn specifically leaving him, and has expressed that multiple times in the show. He isn't just using Tenn coldly, he has a strong emotional dependency on him.

And it's similar for Tenn. He isn't just using Kujou, he genuinely wants to make his dreams come true. His brother's health came first at the start, but now, he's determined to overtake Riku and make Kujou's dreams come true. When Kujou has his breakdowns, Tenn is there to tuck him to bed, reassure him that his nightmare was just a nightmare. Of course, he recognizes that the person he's comforting is something of a monster, whose hurt several people around him, hurt him as well. But still, he wants to make that monster's dreams come true.

So, we have a relationship of two people who, in the beginning, were using to fulfill their dreams while thinking of other people they cared about, but now genuinely have a sort of... I wouldn't say they care for each other, that sounds more sweet than it is. But they have an odd codependency that they get some sort of happiness from.

Also. Let me just share one twitter screenshot before the next part.

There is??? An odd amount of sexual tension??? Like, its mostly in the third season, but, wow, their solo scenes are oddly steamy??? To be entirely honest those scenes were what opened my eyes, because how you can watch those scenes and think they aren't fucking boggles the mind. I need to rewatch to really explain it properly, but, gosh. The sexual tension was something.

Anyway. When I first saw the ship there was only one page on ao3, and theres no tag for it on tumblr. Except the one I'm about to make with this manifesto. One of these days I'm going to need to write for the ship myself, with how much I think about them.

I leave you with one more thing: A song that fits them well.

(Eng lyrics here)

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello :) Could you write a scenario for a mochi reader x mochi 1p Ancient Rome in which Ancient Rome tries to woo the reader by applying Ovid's dating tips from his Ars Amatoria, the reader thinking Ancient Rome's approaches are silly but he finally wins them over because they're so knowledgeable of the classics?

And can you go nsfw when the mochis get steamy and smush together and fuse into a single mochi, and give a headcanon as to what happens as their consciousnesses merge into one?

Thankss :**

Why must you torture me with this kind of ask?

The politeness in the ask is greatly appreciated tho

This is going to be shit btw because I really don't wanna do it but here you go

If anyone gets horny from this I will die of terror, please don't okay, I'm not trying to make it hot, I'm just trying to survive

Okay so a little background knowledge before we start

Ancient Rome is like 50 years old body wise and has the mind of a 20 year old, so his mochi form is a little bit weird, not like old old looking but mature looking, a very strong mate for any lonely mochi

Also have I mentioned that I hate you for making me look up Ovid outside of university?

Okay I don't, but Ovid is a dick

This takes place in Ancient Rome times because I do not want to deal with Ovids fucked up ideas in the modern world!

I know that it isn't logical but that's what I'm going with

There is going to be a weird sex scene, don't like mochi sex then please don't read it, I already feel weird enough writing it

If you only want the sfw part then scroll down until you find the second pair of ---- line

Have fun

Also I respect that you requested this off anon, but like wow that's wild

POV what POV????? It's everyone's point of view because I hate myself

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It was a hot day in the ancient Roman capital, Mochi Rome was doing his best trying to get his owner to help him with a specialised mochi bath. It was one of Ovid's most important teachings, keeping good hygiene.

Rome had read the Ars Amatoria out loud for this dear mochi pet, and Mochi Rome was determined to sway you with his new found dating and literary knowledge, because his normal approach had not worked, which frustrated him beyond measure. You were simply too cute to be without a mate.

Luckily Rome was already ready with a Mochi bath and mochi Rome became very clean

Mochi Rome was anxious for his owner to bring him to the play area where his and your owner had arranged a play date for the two of you

Mochi Rome had a plan though on how to seduce you, it involved a theatre, well a home made one with sticks but that had to be close enough. He just needed to convince his owner to go earlier. A feat in itself since Rome was not good at showing up on time anywhere

So mochi Rome was going to start very early with bugging his owner into actually taking them both to the meeting place

He jumped around, made mochi noises as loud as he could, nibbled on Rome's fingers, overall he went nuts. it took a while but eventually Rome got the hint and brought him to the area with his sticks

Mochi Rome spent an hour preparing the stick theatre and was very proud of the result

In reality it was wobbly and did not even resemble a theatre. It was a pile of sticks.

Mochi Rome also decided to make a circus with sticks, actually everything was made with sticks

He was very proud of himself.

Rome thought his mochi was acting very odd recently, but did not pay much notice to it.

Finally mochi you and your owner arrived, (y/n) put down mochi you and walked over to Rome to let the two mochis have their play time

Mochi (y/n) went over to mochi Rome and greeted him happily. Then your mochi eyes caught sight of the theatre, the Circus and all the other whack things he built out of sticks, and built terribly as well.

Mochi you laughed at him because you thought it was silly and you were jumping away to do something else.

Mochi Rome however did not let this deter him from winning you over

He followed you and started reciting the Ars Amatoria. You looked at him, positively surprised he could remember anything from that very interesting book. Your human had also read it to you. Of course it was a silly book, but it was still cute he thought he could use it to woo you. Okay it was really cute, you looked at him and winked. Thus began the chase around. Mochi Rome ended up catching you.

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Nsfw starts here, be warned it's just uh, it's weird okay, I don't like it either

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Mochi Rome caught up to you and started nibbling on you, it was very nice and you made happy mochi noises, which soon turned to horny mochi noises.

You rubbed up against mochi Rome to excite him, and yourself.

Mochi Rome started to get very excited and he nibbled more intensely on you to make you show your entrance. Not after long he succeeded and he pushed his mochi appendage into your entrance. He started to hop back and forth to make friction. It felt very nice for you and opened up more for him

Mochi Rome made rather loud happy mochi noises. Surprisingly none of the humans heard it.

As you were both getting close your mochi flesh started to move oddly and you started to absorb each other. You both welcomed this, this meant your were true mochi mates. It was meant to be!

Mochi you and Mochi Rome became one mochi, of bigger size and with a mix of your features.

You were happy and so was he.

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Sfw again

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Rome and your human self were too busy talking to notice what was going on with the mochis, it wasn't until Rome out of the corner of his eye saw that there was only one mochi that did not look familiar that he snapped out of the conversation he was having with the very attractive human.

Shit

That was not a good outcome for two dotting mochi owners, your mochis had become one, not something that happened at a normal rate.

(y/n) looked over to see what Rome was staring at and when they realised what was going on they looked horrified. Not a good way to get to know you more personally and up close. He should've known his mochi would fall for the mochi of the human who was the target of his affection.

Rome got cockblocked by his own mochi, and now neither of you had your own mochi.

You looked at him for an awkward amount of time before finally speaking

"uhm... Can this be undone or?"

"... Not by anyone but them"

More awkward silence.

Or maybe it didn't have to be bad

"well one of us can't just take the mochi, they'll be sad regardless of who has it, it'll miss the other owner"

"....what are you suggesting?"

"well the house next to mine is empty, you could move in there and we could share a garden and have that as it's home and then it can be close to us both!"

You looked at the cheerful older man who had definitely been trying to seduce you for a while now. You were certain now, he was an idiot.

"... Fine, temporarily"

"Of course!"

This was like going to the theatre and watching a drama that was poorly written, but it seemed you had no other choice, for now at least.

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The end. I am not continuing this.

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I hate myself for writing the worst scenario ever, I don't know what's going on, I'm too sick for this, anyways that was your cursed request and now I re-evaluate my life choices

Have a cursed day.

This is definitely my curse

Fucking Tumblr wouldn't let me edit this shit on the app, I hate this fucking place

All I have left to say is this:

fy fy skamme skamme

[lorangechim]

I need you baby overnight.

Songs you can listen to while reading:

I want your video - Djo

Tití me preguntó - Bad Bunny

I Feel Love - Sam Smith

Blue Monday - New Order

Hot Girl (Bodies Bodies Bodies) - Charli XCX

Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Bizcochito - Rosalía

I Follow Rivers (The Magician remix) - Lykke Li, The Magician

Party - Bad Bunny ft. Rauw Alejandro

Summer Renaissance - Beyoncé

Linda - Tokischa, Rosalía

Singamo -  Tokischa, Paulus Music, Yomel El Meloso, Leo RD

Link to this playlist if you want to listen while reading:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3lKlTPW4Ye2zVLvNt5oQ2n?si=efb84b657cd04d89 

Summary: Besties night wasn’t supposed to end up with you pressed up against a tall, dark and handsome stranger, but here you are.

Words: 5,350

Genre: This one is a little more steamy than the previous ones I’ve posted, but nothing too out there. Not fluff ? just vibes lmao.

WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, a little steamy (nothing too graphic or smutty though), light cursing, making out with strangers. Both parties involved are a little tipsy but entirely aware of themselves and their actions, don’t worry, they are safe and just getting a little liquid courage that’s all.

A/N: I’ve been listening to Djo’s newest album ‘Decide’ non-stop since it came out and was absolutely thrilled at the idea of boyfriend being entirely too happy by safe guarding girlfriend’s bag at a club while she dances with her friends bc it’s not really his scene, but it IS her’s and he will go along with whatever she wants and makes her happy described track #7 ‘I want your video. 

Also I kinda  just wanted to write Johnny and MC having fun, grinding and kissing each other in the middle of the dance floor, so yeah, enjoy lmao.

(Also stream ‘Decide’ by Djo, it’s a really good album!!)

Read this story on AO3.

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[This story alternates between 2 povs, one is MC and the other Johnny’s. Every ☆ﾟ*･｡*･ marks a change in pov. ]

The bass of the loud music is thrumming in your chest as you laugh and dance with your friends. Usually one for preferring to stay in, you’re happy you agreed to come out tonight. Dancing has always been fun for you, either in the privacy of your bedroom with a hairbrush in your hand or out in between sweaty bodies all around you.

Loud cheering from the lounge area next to yours interrupts your thoughts and you turn around to look for what caused the commotion. Among the few raised hands in the hazy air of the club, you see a guy dancing wackily, he spins and gives an exaggerated sultry look to one of his friends which makes everyone burst out laughing, even himself.

You shake your best friend Luna’s shoulder to gain her attention and gesture for her to look over. Once she does she laughs and cheers for the guy from afar raising her hand.

 “He’s kinda cute” you scream into her ear over the loud music. 

Instantly she looks you in the eyes and gives you an all too familiar look that you know will result in trouble for you both.

“Luna, no” you stop her before her brain comes up with more ideas.

She rolls her eyes playfully “Okay, okay. It’s besties night.” 

She winks at you and you side hug her, giving one last glance at the still dancing man, you turn back to your friends who just returned with more colorful drinks effectively missing a pair of brown eyes landing on you.

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He had one of the worst days ever at work in a long long time. His boss kept throwing task after task at him and asking for everything to be done ASAP the whole day, and no matter how many times he told her that he already had a lot of things on his plate she paid it no mind and kept pushing and pushing.

At the end of the day (with a little help from Jaehyun) everything got finished in time for them to clock out and go home.

Only they weren’t going home, not yet. It was Friday and Johnny, Jaehyun and the guys had already planned to go out since Wednesday. Now his only goal for tonight was to dance and laugh until his body ached.

Upon arrival everyone downed a shot together to get the party started and once he started to feel the buzz of the shot and the beer he had been drinking, Johnny decided it was time to dance. He stood up and started shimmying around everyone until they joined him and swayed their bodies.

Haechan, ever the comedian, started flailing his arms around exaggeratedly making everyone laugh. And Johnny, ever the guy to go along with his antics, flailed his arms in response, which immediately turned into a competition of who could make the biggest clown of themselves. 

Until Haechan pulled out the Michael Jackson moves and Johnny could not, WOULD NOT, let Haechan win. So he opened his legs and dropped his ass to the floor causing everyone (including those around who weren’t a part of their group) to erupt in screams and laughter.

He continued fooling around and after the wildness and cheering toned down, the embarrassment kicked in a little, so Johnny looked around making sure the strangers around weren’t looking at him still.

His eyes landed on two girls side-hugging on the table to the right from where he was. They seemed to be turning back to their group after witnessing his and Haechan’s “epic” dance battle, the smallest from the two was smiling and her cheeks pushed her eyes to form into crescents. 

Cute he thought. Maybe he wouldn’t mind adding ‘dancing with a pretty girl’ to his list tonight.

☆ﾟ*･｡*･

You feel a drop of sweat running down your spine so you think it’s time to cool down a little. Walking the few steps to the small stool, you plop down and stretch to grab an unopened water bottle from the ice tray in the center of the table.

After drinking almost half of it, Luna comes over to you “It’s so hot in here!” She screams over the loud music. 

You offer her the water bottle and she finishes the rest of it. You are both singing loudly to each other to the song playing in the speakers when a spark behind Luna catches your eye.

You look closely and see one of your friends holding his lighter to light a cigarette for another guy. With the lit cigarette between his fingers the guy stands up straight and you catch sight of his face through the smoke blowing out of his mouth.

His hair is slicked back with a few strands falling attractively down his forehead, dressed in all black. You recognize him as one of the guys who was cheering for his dancing friend earlier from the table beside yours. You grab Luna’s attention and gesture behind her with a jerk of your chin, and when she turns her head to look behind her, you search to your left spotting the guy still dancing.

When Luna looks back at you, there’s a determined look in her eyes, she smiles and before you can stop her she yells over the music.

“Hey!” She says over her shoulder, catching the attention of the still smoking guy. 

She starts turning and grabs your hand without looking to drag you with her closer to where the guys are standing. He waits for her to continue.

“Your friend has moves!” She gestures with her thumb to the dancing guy.

His lips turn up just the slightest in a smile, a smirk would be a more accurate way to describe. His eyes drift for a second to his friend and then back to Luna and his gaze seems to get just a tad bit darker. With a voice that seems to come straight from his chest he utters a deep “Yeah” he takes a drag out of his cigarette, “He sure does”.

His eyes turn down just a tiny bit down to give Luna a subtle once over that you do not miss. And you definitely, most certainly do not miss the way Luna seems to slightly tumble back just a little and covers it by changing her weight to rest from one leg to the other.

And you definitely know what it means to find your best friend at a loss for words.

Your brain is going wild thinking of what to do or say to get Luna out of the situation when Liz and Jackson smack a tray full of shots to the little table behind you both.

“Shooooots!” Jackson screams over the loud music beckoning you all to come closer.

You let out a cheerful “Oooh!” Grabbing Luna’s hand “Let’s go!” You tell her, you’re about to turn around when Jackson comes over screaming.

“Hurry up! We have to take them all together” he says hurriedly trying to drag you and Luna over to the little table.

You roll your eyes playfully at him “Alright, alright we’re going!” You laugh.

Once he’s sure you’re moving over to the table he turns to your friend who is still standing next to the nameless stranger.

“Come on Alex! And uhh..” Jackson pauses, waiting for the guy to say his name.

“Jaehyun” you hear him mumble behind you.

You turn to look at Luna and raise your eyebrows suggestively at her. She rolls her eyes playfully and nudges your arm with her elbow as if to say she isn’t remotely interested in knowing his name.

Jaehyun stands right in front of Luna, shot in hand (courtesy of Jackson). His eyes going back and forth to Jackson who is excitedly saying something to him you can’t hear and stealing glances at your best friend next to you.

After Jackson successfully manages to get everyone to stand around the small table and pass around the shot glasses to everyone he starts counting out loud.

“Ok, let’s go!”

“1!” Jaehyun’s eyes are now locked on Luna’s.

“2!” Luna notices and is glaring right back at him, challenging.

Jaehyun smirks and brings the shot glass up to his lips, his eyes glued on your friend.

“3!!” Jaehyun winks, and throws his head back to drink.

You almost choke in surprise before tipping your head back and swallowing the alcohol (you’re not even sure what kind it is) in one gulp, the liquid burning down your throat. 

Smacking the little glass face down on the table you turn to look at Luna with a grimace on your face.

“That was disgusting!” You shout over the music and join the cheers the rest of your friends have just erupted into.

A figure appears in your peripheral vision, you turn your head back to your right, where the movement registered. Your body still facing Luna.

A tall guy with dark brown hair parted down the middle is standing next to Jaehyun, upon further inspection, you recognize his frame as the cute guy who was dancing earlier. He was taller than you expected from this close.

Eager to take a closer look, your eyes start roaming down. He’s wearing tight black jeans, and a black white polka dotted silky button up shirt. The first few buttons of his shirt are open, his pale chest peeking out, and you blame the shot you just took a few seconds ago for the way your gaze lingers on the skin on display.

Your eyes finally reach his face and you notice how pretty his lips look, and once you finally  reach his eyes he is already looking at you, one corner of his lips tilted up in a smile.

Shit, he totally caught you staring. You feel a drop of sweat run down your spine. You smile awkwardly at the tall and handsome stranger and turn your head to look back at your best friend.

Leaning into her, hand cupping your mouth “You wanna go to the bathroom?” you scream.

“Sure!” she takes your hand in hers and you both start walking, all the while you feel someone’s eyes on your back.

☆ﾟ*･｡*･

Johnny soon found his answer when his eyes landed on the backs of a pair of girls standing in front of Jaehyun. The same girls he saw hugging earlier.

Jaehyun’s eyes stuck to the taller of the two.

He wasn’t going to lie to himself and pretend he wasn’t walking over to where Jaehyun was standing right now just to try and make the shorter girl smile and get a closer look than what he saw earlier.

Taking the few steps over, he patted Jaehyun’s left shoulder effectively turning his attention from the girl currently talking with her friend (who was scrunching her nose in a very cute way, albeit rather disgusted), to him.

“Taking shots without me?” he joked.

Jaehyun smiled, in that way that almost always looked like a smirk.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your… sick moves” he said, the last part glancing at the girls in front of them.

“How considerate” he replied back, giving his best friend a knowing look that made him laugh.

And that’s when he noticed her checking him out. Her brown eyes big (in contrast to how he remembered seeing them last) intently going from his exposed chest, stopping for half a second at his lips and then finally landing on his own eyes.

Feeling a surge of confidence, he thanked his past self for his fashion choices, which he totally chose on purpose. He stared back giving her an honest smile which she returned quickly before looking back at her friend next to her and shouting something intelligible into her ear which resulted in them taking each other's hands and turning to walk in the opposite direction.

His attention was diverted when he felt a nudge at his shoulder. When he turned to look at Jaehyun he found a similar look he himself gave to his friend a few minutes before. It was almost scary how they could see right through each other sometimes.

He nudged Jaehyun back, “Where’s my shot?” he asked.

Jaehyun reached for one of the tiny glasses forgotten in the middle of the little table and handed it to him.

“Cheers” he said, clicking Jaehyun’s empty shot glass with his. Both their eyes returned to the girls walking away.

☆ﾟ*･｡*･

The line at the bathroom was short, you stopped to stand at the back of it and turned to face Luna.

“Dude, he totally caught me gawking at him.”

She laughed, “who?”

“That guy! The one we saw slut dropping earlier”

A look of realization crossed her features “He’s the same one? The one you thought was cute?”

“Yes!” you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment before continuing, “He probably thinks I have the hots for him now, which I do, but he doesn’t need to kno-”

Luna cuts off your rant “Oh come on, because it’s so bad to have a pretty girl checking you out” she rolls her eyes playfully before continuing.

“I’m more concerned with the fact that he seems to be friends with that.. guy” she says the last word with disdain.

“Who? Jaehyun?” you take a step forward, the line advancing.

She makes an annoyed face “Is that his name? He looks like the most arrogant ass I’ve seen in a while. And I’ve seen a lot.” 

You can’t stop the laugh that bursts out. “What?” you ask, grabbing her arm to pull her forward as the line advances more, bringing you two to the front.

“Did you see the way he looked at me?” She asks, offended.

“Yeah, like he wants to completely eat you alive? Like he would JUMP at any opportunity to get you to look his way? Yeah, I saw that.” 

“Whatever” she says, fighting hard to bite back the traces of her smile that she would be able to hide if you were anyone else other than her best friend. You can read her like an open book and she knows, but she would rather chew glass than to admit a guy (derogatory), scratch that a handsome guy, left her utterly speechless 3 words in.

“Mhmm” you hum.

After you’re done with your business, you meet up at the sinks. Washing your hands and re-touching your makeup side by side.

“Do you think they’ll still be there when we go back?” you ask after reapplying your lipstick.

“You might want to look your best if they are.” she replies, offering you the small perfume you gave her to keep in her purse.

Taking one final look in the mirror, you adjust your blue top and start heading out of the bathroom and back to everyone, Luna’s arm clasped around yours so as to not lose each other in the crowd.

Sure enough, both men are still there when you return, still talking to Alex. 

As if sensing your presence, Jaehyun looks at Luna for like a second before returning his attention to the still talking man in front of him and his friend.

You see him nudge his friend with his elbow while still nodding along at whatever Alex is still ranting about.

The taller guy starts to turn his head to look your way, but before his eyes can catch up with his head, you pretend not to notice them and turn to Luna.

“It’s really hot in here” you tell her, gathering your hair into a ponytail and fanning your neck with your free hand.

Luna looks over to you nodding, she opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off when you both hear the song that has just started to play.

‘Heads will roll" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, your favorite song to dance to. You freeze for a second and then turn to look at Luna with wide eyes “OH MY GOD!!” you scream and you both start swaying your hips and screaming the lyrics to each other excitedly.

Every one of your friends knows you absolutely love this song, they all look at you and start cheering and dancing around you.

Alex even interrupts his talking to look over and point at you with his finger while he laughs at your excited dancing which ultimately brings the attention of both his companions over to you.

You move your hips to the beat of the song, loudly (and terribly) singing along to the lyrics, trying, and failing not to smile and ignore the pair of eyes you still feel on you.

Alex rounds the table over to where your dancing circle is standing and joins the fun, his  mysterious friends trailing behind and joining in too.

Jaehun was standing to your right, but a single pat on the shoulder from his friend (who you’ve yet to know the name of) resulted in him scooting away and making space for his taller companion to claim the spot next to you.

You feel his arm bump into you constantly with both your movements. The material of his polka dotted shirt feels soft in your skin, causing occasional shivers to erupt down your arms.

A group of people passed by behind you, one of the guys bumping into his back resulting in him almost tripping over you and bumping into your arm extra hard. 

You stumble a little, a giggle escaping your mouth.

His hand instantly reaches over to your forearm to steady you.

When you look up, you find him already looking down at you. An apologetic smile on display.

He leans over to reach your ear “Sorry!”, he says, squeezing the arm that he hasn’t let go of yet. His whole body is now facing you instead of the center of your dancing circle.

And oh, he’s really close. Not close enough.

You lift your free arm and place it on his shoulder, you hope he gets it. The need to be close, to touch.

Using his arm as support, you get on your tiptoes to reach his ear and lean a little into him, “I don’t mind, don’t worry”. 

Because you honestly didn’t, in fact you were hoping he kept bumping into you. Preferably with his mouth, bumping into yours… repeatedly.

When you lean back into your true height, you sneak a glance up to his face and catch the second his eyes flicker down to look at your lips before the corners of his own tilt upwards in delight.

He got it.

Your head started to turn back to your friends still dancing around you, your hand slowly running down his arm and lifting to let him go.

The second he noticed and felt the lightweightedness of your hand, he brought your attention back to him by catching your hand in his.

He let go of your forearm and brought his hand up to cup next to his mouth and brought his face closer to yours again.

“I think we’d be safer dancing closer together,” he says with a wolfish smile. His breath ghosting over your neck.

“Oh really?” you say, eyebrows lifting upwards, incredulously laughing.

His smile grew, just a hint of wickedness to his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, proud. Like he just had the best idea ever. 

“Big crowd and all” he finished, gesturing to the moving sweaty bodies around you but paying them half a thought while his eyes stayed on you, waiting.

Laughing, you pretend to think it over.

“I guess that would be practical” you answer, taking one step forward, the smell of his cologne catching you a little off guard.

He smells really good, citrusy and a little earthy.

He lifts your intertwined hands and brings yours back down, placing it on his left shoulder again, like it belongs there.

After patting your hand in place, he brings his back down slowly and lets it hover near your waist, like he is asking if you’re okay with it.

You look up to him through your lashes and smile, reaching for it and bringing it down to touch your waist just as you start swaying to the beat of the song playing. He lets out his breath through his nose in a laughing matter and sways along with you. 

“Since we are sharing personal space,” you start “I think I have automatically gained access to your name”

“Johnny” he answers. You say it back to him, testing the syllables on your mouth before introducing yourself to him.

He gives you a nod and says your name back to you, signaling that he got it.

Looking around, you catch Luna’s eyes, and she gives you a smug look lifting her drink in the air as if to cheer for you getting to dance with the cute guy you liked. 

You widen your eyes at her and smile in disbelief like ‘look at me dancing with this pretty guy right now’, when you notice a dark figure coming closer to her. Jaehyun.

You throw the same smug look and a little nod as she did you a few seconds ago and she seems confused until Jaehyun leans in close and whispers something in her ear, and then she understands. 

Good for her. She deserves to be swept off her feet once in a while.

Once again, you take advantage of the music being so loud, and lean into Johnny to speak in his ear and ask him, “Can I trust your friend with my best friend?” 

He looks over to where you gestured with a lean of your head and understands your question.

“Oh, for sure. Jaehyun’s a cool dude. And if he’s not, I’ll hold him so you can punch his face in if he disrespects your friend, don’t worry.”

You burst out laughing, and something in his tone when he says that tells you he really would.

“And what about you? Can I trust you?” you ask him playfully.

“Of course you can, I’m keeping you safe from stumbling drunks bumping into you right now, aren’t I?”

You don’t seem entirely too convinced though, so he adds “Besides, I’ll punch myself in the face if I ever do something to ruin my chances with you.”

And it makes your stomach flutter a little, the way that he so openly admits that he likes you. Or it could be the alcohol you’ve consumed finally catching on to you. 

Either way you decide to do what you do best. Deflect your shy blush with humor, so you ignore his comment and tease him back.

“And what makes you think you have any chances?” you laugh. A dumb question, he must know you like him too, you’ve always been way too obvious in your feelings, a heart on your sleeve kinda gal. 

But the way his hands feel on your waist makes your brain slow.

He lifts up a brow, confused, and leans in just that little bit more to look closer into your eyes.

“I don’t?” he asks, a little amused.

Your bodies now moving out of rhythm. Too slow to go along with the upbeat song playing and the rapid moving bodies around you.

His breath is hot on your face, and you can only think about how warm his lips would feel, if you just leaned in that little bit more.

“You do.” you whisper, daring a quick glance down at his parted lips.

“Good.” you can read on his lips more than hear, before he leans in the rest of the way and closes the fraction of distance between you both.

And it feels good, so good that your brain shuts down and forgets to make your lips move and kiss back. Too caught up in how good the way the press of his lips feels, but you are barely able to enjoy it when he pulls away, cutting it short, too short.

Your eyes open, confused. And you see it in his face, the slight panic that you may have thought he was going too fast, it was too forward of him.

But that’s not quite right, you try to collect yourself and reassure him as quickly as you can, that you want this. That it was entirely too short of a kiss and it doesn’t even count as one!

Your outrage and tipsiness makes you a little more uncoordinated than usual.

So when you take his face in your hands and pull him in again, your chins knock together. And it doesn’t hurt you, but maybe it hurts him and you think you are entirely messing this up.

Johnny pulls you away by gently tugging your hair. And it makes your vision go a little blurry around the edges, going insane a little. You end up staring back up at him, your mouth parted open in a gasp. And his smile is big and charming.

The gentle caress of his thumb behind your ear, is the only warning he gives before diving back in, and it makes you groan a little in satisfaction, instantly kissing back.

You can feel how he tries hard not to let his smile interrupt your kissing. 

The confident prick, you pull back with a loud smack to catch your breath. Your noses touching, you look up at him almost daring. 

You gently swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and he frantically pulls you closer by your hips, your hands going around his neck, your chests pressing together.

And it’s your turn now, to try not to smile into the kiss.

You can feel his hands gently caressing the lower part of your back, your own tugging the short hair at his nape lightly.

And the thing is, you've kissed people before, not that many but kissing is not entirely new for you. But it has never felt this good before. And you don’t know what else to do with yourself, feeling a little dazed. And tomorrow when you are sober, you might blame the alcohol for this feeling, if only to save face when you tell Luna about it.

The need to breathe ultimately makes you start pecking each other to allow yourselves to catch your breaths slowly, but unwilling to stop kissing altogether.

When your breathing slows down, you are able to pull back just a little to look at Johnny. The smile on his face mirroring yours quickly interrupted by a playful frown when you pull a little too far for his liking and he presses you back into his chest with the hand still on your back and starts dancing to the beat of the song again.

The dancing resumes, your bodies a little bit closer now that is clear you are both into each other. Kisses are exchanged every time one of you makes the other laugh by singing badly or a funny face while dancing. Not as slow as the first (second?)  kiss, but just as good.

You are not sure you will get to kiss him again after tonight, but for now you are content to enjoy yourself and not think about what will happen tomorrow.

Eventually the suffocating heat of the sweaty bodies around you, and Johnny’s towering body pressed to yours gets to be a little too much and you need a break to hydrate yourself.

He pecks you quickly again when you tell him, before nodding and taking one of your hands in his as he starts to lead the way and move people out of the way so you can get back to the little table where the small bucket with ice cold water awaits.

While you cool yourself down, you start looking around for Luna, last time you saw her she was standing here, Jaehyun by her side like a shadow.

A poke to your side startles you and you turn to find Luna standing there, a big knowing smile on her face. Jaehyun trailing not far behind her.

Upon closer look, you notice Luna’s sparkly lip gloss (which she had definitely reapplied in the bathroom before) seems to have disappeared.

Just as you’re wondering if she got another drink without you, you hear Jaehyun laughing and turn your eyes to look at him.

Finding a very interesting spark of glitter on one corner of his mouth.

Now that you notice, his lips look a bit swollen too.

Your eyes narrow and you look back at Luna, confirming her lips to be in the same swollen and reddened state as his.

You wiggle your eyebrows at her.

“What?” she asks, laughing.

“Mmm nothing, you wanna dance?” you ask her, a smug look on your face.

“Absolutely”

She takes your hand to start pulling you out of the impromptu hall that people are going to and from beside your little table, but you turn back to look at Johnny.

“You wanna come?” you ask him and then turn to look at Jaehyun beside him, extending the invite to him too.

He doesn’t even look at his friend for confirmation, “Sure” and takes your other hand, Jaehyun following.

You start dancing around with Luna in front of you, both of you leaning into each other and laughing. 

When she’s close enough to be able to hear you, you feign a surprised face and reach over to the corner of your mouth.

“You have a little smudge”

She looks absolutely guilty, like you just caught her eating cookies before dinner. She quickly reaches up to her mouth to wipe it away only to find it clean.

You burst out laughing, “So interesting how Jaehyun’s mouth looks a lot more glossy than before, don’t you think?” you whisper yell into her ear.

She gently pushes you away “Oh like you’re any better ma’am!” she returns playfully, making you laugh. 

A hot flash goes up to your face and you squeeze your best friend in a hug.

The four of you spend the rest of the night dancing together and having fun, occasionally breaking apart into couples, much to Luna’s pretend annoyance.

A few hours later, you reach out to grab your coat to put on and head home, when Johnny beats you to it and helps you shrug it on over your shoulders.

“You know, I was thinking you will definitely need coffee tomorrow when you wake up” he starts nonchalantly.

And you know where he’s going, and the thought that this moment may not be as fleeting as you thought it would thrills you.

“Mmm probably”, you say. Not having the heart to tell him you don’t actually drink coffee, at all.

“So, what do you say I pick you up and we go get some” He pauses, “Together”. 

“I mean if you want to.” he adds.

You quickly pull out your phone from your crossbody bag, unlock it and hand it to him.

“Oh definitely” 

He beams a little, taking your phone and calling himself.

He leans in close, “See you tomorrow then” he slides your phone back into your hand.

You take advantage of the closeness and turn your head to peck his cheek. 

“Goodnight.” 

☆ﾟ*･｡*･

When next Friday rolls around, Johnny goes out again. A little more tired but entirely too content to stay on the sidelines this time. 

A neon crossbody bag hanging across his chest into his left side and a pretty girl with glitter across her cheeks dancing with her best friend and throwing smiles his way every now and then.

The kisses he gets to steal as soon as she comes back to him to cool off in between her dancing giving a lifetime of jokes and teasing material to Jaehyun standing at his side.

But he doesn't mind. 

Not when Johnny gets to tease him back about the undeniable crush Jaehyun has on your best friend and her apparent need to tell him that even if she likes him back (“Just a little, don’t flatter yourself Jae”) he’s not as cool as he thinks himself to be.

[ END. ]

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Hi! I figured the first post would be me introducing myself and sharing my roleplay rules. First, most importantly, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🚫 I do not roleplay with minors and never will. I myself am 27 and will not tolerate it.

Here is a quick list of the rules if you don't want to read the entire post. They will be explained below in more depth.

--MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO ROLEPLAY WITH ME.

--MUST BE FEMALE AND HAVE FEMALE CHARACTERS (I have my reasons and don't owe anyone an explanation)

--MUST BE WILLING TO ROLEPLAY ON DISCORD.

--MUST BE AT LEAST SEMI LIT.

--MUST BE OPEN TO GENRES LIKE FANTASY, SCI FI, SLICE OF LIFE, ETC.

--MUST BE OKAY WITH NSFW SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT.

The first rule is self explanatory. The second one is important. I myself am female, but I only have male OCs at the moment. I have no problem playing female background characters or side characters, but the main focus is on my male OCs.

I strictly roleplay on Discord. I will create us a server so we can post music, aesthetics, detailed character bios (or not so detailed), talk ooc and more. I am obsessed with creating moodboards, making playlists, gushing about our pairings, and becoming friends outside of rp.

I am semi lit. Depending on the scene, I can be novella length, but I work Mon-Fri and sometimes I am too exhausted to write out anything too huge. I usually require just enough to progress the story. No one liners, obviously.

Lately my main focus has been slice of life and Western, but I am open to sci fi and fantasy as well. These are my favorite genres right now and I have characters and Spotify playlists for all of these! Also, for me, fantasy is a spectrum. This can include vampires, pirates, gladiators, knights, magic, and even a combination of all of them.

NSFW is a big part of my roleplays. While it is not the main focus, it makes the roleplay fun. Sexual tension and slow burn build up to a steamy romance scene is *chef's kiss.* If you don't agree, I'm not the partner for you. ALL OF MY ROLEPLAYS INCLUDE ROMANTIC PAIRINGS.

Right now my main pairing has been MXF. I have a few characters that are bi or pansexual, but for me I just prefer doing MXF pairing. Just personal preference. I have tried FXF and MXM and found myself sounding awkward and silly. I have done many different storylines, including angst, polygamy, incest, affairs...really nothing surprises me anymore. There are only a few things I won't do.

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How many works do you have on AO3?

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What is your AO3 word count?

Oh gosh,,,,,, 229,582 words... holy frick dude what is wrong with me

What fandoms do you write for?

Trigun mostly but on AO3 i do have a single bnha fic and a fullmetal fic. I have some other fullmetal fics saved but i havent been as inspired to write for them lol

What are your top five fics by kudos?

in the meadow - 256

an account of past kisses - 185

vinyl and an alleyway niche - 97

it’s not what it looks like - 91

learning to take breaks - 86

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I absolutely try to respond to every comment. Some get past me or some i feel like my answer would just be really repetitive so i hold off,,,, but i really love seeing comments and responding so that people know that i saw their comment !!!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Okay so all my fics are super sweet bc i have a hard time ending things on a dour note lol

I like fix it fics !!!

But i do have a wip in the works that will be hurt/no comfort and that will quickly become my fic with the angstiest ending 

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably in the meadow. Everyone is crying and in love and its the cheesiest ending ever but i love and adore it because who doesn’t love a little cheese !!!!!!

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet lol. Im not popular enough for the haters to come attacking. I just have my small and valuable army of supporters WHO I ADORE

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No i don’t particularly enjoy smut in general. I will on occasion write a steamy makeout but i don’t do smut

Do you write crossovers?

I would enjoy writing crossovers because im a big au fan. I got @veilder to rant to me last night about a trigun x genshin idea and it made me excited bc i like when veil info dumps (i love when anyone info dumps,,, IF YOU HAVE MILLYNAI THOUGHTS PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME) 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i know of, and if i did it would have been an old one

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but that would be super fun

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not officially published, but i am co writing with someone right now >:3

I also do a lot of brainstorming and collaborating with people to make my stories and influence others, but those arent particularly co writing

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Vashmeryl and millynai have risen SO HIGH ON MY LIST

Honestly Millynai is my favorite, but Royai will forever remain and all time favorite ship (and tenrose WHOOPS)

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hrmmm i have a razmeryl wip i really want to finish but i don’t know when ill have the time to dedicate my brain to their Insane Dynamic

What are your writing strengths?

I think i write with a good flow. Its not so choppy (at least not anymore lol) and it keeps anyone whos reading engaged enough to keep going.

And i appeal to emotion and yall love that dont you

What are your writing weaknesses?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm i have many

Im repetitive? I use the same words and phrases over and over,,,, and im predictable in how characters act bc i often project myself into them,,, meaning i use myself as a reference and i try not to but it helps make it real in my mind

I often outline too much and scare myself out of actually writing lol

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I would certainly try,,, but the only language im really semi-qualified to translate into is American Sign Language (which i would love to do, we are severely lacking in deaf characters)

First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who baby !!! my fic is still out there floating in the void that is wattpad

Favourite fic you've ever written?

in the meadow,,,, hands down. Please if you havent read it i would love if you would.... Its quite fun and has redemption and character exploration and kiss scenes and yearning and pining and denial and its a slowburn sooooooooo you can waste a lot of time with it hehe

ty @frappeflamingo for tagging me !!! i needed something fun to do

im gonna tag @veilder and @noaafishfieldguide bc im mean <3