#i haven't really had a second to process anything until this moment

[tierras]

sunset earlier with mohamed playing cigarettes after sex on the rooftop, journaling and drinking tea

[bessa-ta]

Bubbles and You

bf!Viktor (arcane) x reader

Summary - You decide to help Viktor relax from his stressful work at the lab with a warm bath, which leads to you two becoming intimate :)

Genre - smut, fluff, intimate, shower sex

Warnings - mdni!, unprotected sex, cockwarming. I have no idea if i should add anything else. Let me know if so.

Attention: Bessa's first post! + I'm not really fluent in english, if there are typos and mistakes just close your eyes ❤️

Midnight. Another day in which you patiently wait for your Viktor to come back home from the lab. But tonight you had something in mind - a way to spend some relaxing time together when he arrives.

It's been like that for the past 2-ish weeks where Viktor comes home really late at night, and it would be a lie if you said that you weren't pissed off by now with this routine. Spending your nights alone until late in the shared bed of your shared little cozy house, missing the presence of your loved one, isn't something that you or anyone else would wish for but sadly it's what you are put to deal with.

For the short time Viktor returns back home to have a meal, take a quick shower, and finally get some sleep for a few hours, you can see the stress he is put into. You knew he had a hard time with the new device he is working on, so you could never be mad at him. You are not this type of person, you respect his hard work and ambitions even if the lack of attention to you hurt you.

Today you had something in mind though - helping him relax with a warm bath together.

Time - 12:41AM. Viktor is finally on the front door, removing his shoes. You go running to him, giving him a tight hug and a peck on the lips.

"You are finally here." you say with a smile. He smiles back at you as he closes and locks the door behind him.

The night passed as usual until Viktor made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. You followed him there, starting to undress with him. He paused for a bit, processing your actions.

"Y/n what are you.. doing, my love?" he asked with confusion since you two have never showered nor bathed together. Why were you undressing together with him in the bathroom was a big mystery he couldn't solve right now, woah.

"Will take a bath, with you." a simple reply you striked him with, which made him look at you with wide open eyes. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before. Oh, you did (even did the freaky, not once). But having such an intimate moment together as bathing? Haven't done it.

"Stop staring.. undress finally." you say as you were fully undressed now, but Viktor stayed as if he was frozen in time.

"Is there something wrong? You don't want to?"

"N-no, no, no, I'm undressing! Done!" and for a second he got completely naked too.

Man's heart beats fast like a rabit's. He got so excited but also shocked about the idea of bathing with you that at this point, he just waited for your commands of what to do.

You filled the bathtub with warm water, added the bubbles, and together stepped inside, you helping him. He hates bathtubs, and he never bathes because of his leg. He would difficultly step in and out of one, but with you beside him to help, it was alright.

You two sat comfortably there. Your back pressed against his chest, warm water with bubbles touching your bodies in the dark bathroom where you put a few candles to make the atmosphere more romantic. Your hand was drawing circles on Viktor's (good leg) thigh and he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I really enjoy this. Thank you..." he said quietly and leaned to leave a kiss on your shoulder. One, two, three more, and he went up kissing your neck, slowly and softly.

"You work really hard... I want to help you relax." you said and turned around to face him.

"You do it everyday already." His eyes sparkled from the light of the candles. He looked at you with a sotf smile on his face. "After all the hours in the lab, coming home to you always gives me peace. Sleeping in your arms makes me think about nothing but feel your warmth and care. I love this." he took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving it a kiss. "I love you." he looked into your eyes again and pulled you into his lap.

You rested your hands on his shoulders while his rested on your waist, holding you there and kissed you softly. You kissed back, leaning in more into the kiss that your chest pressed against his now. The kiss grew hungrier, leaving you and Viktor breathless. He pulled away just to move down to your neck, leaving wet kisses and bites, marking you as his. You moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling it not to harshly. This made him suck on your neck harder, forming red to purple marks everywhere around it, down to your collarbones.

One of his hands reached up to grab your breast. He squeezed and played with it as his other hand still held you by the waist. Since you were sitting in his lap, you could feel his bare hardness against you. You felt so hot and worked up already that all you wanted was to take him in.

You raised yourself slightly on your knees, which surrounded him, and grabbed his shaft so you could position it on your entrance.

"Wait babe, a condom?" he stopped kising your chest to mention the miss of protection you needed to continue.

"Not this time." you were needy and couldn't wait any longer, he waited in front of your entrance damn it.

"Are you sur-" he couldn't finish his question because you were already positioning yourself down on him slowly, taking his length just perfectly. He moaned and rolled his eyes back to the sensation, grabbing your waist with both his hands and hips slightly bucking up to feel more you. Oh, you felt so heavenly, all wet and warm, just for him. He got dizzy, and he could see stars.

You started to move up and down, your hands still on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you felt him deep inside you. Viktor being a whimpering mess beneath you, moving his hips up because he wanted to cum so bad after not doing so for days.

You continued riding him but increasing your spreed by a little. The water in the bathtub moving restlessly with your rhythm.

Viktor could feel his climax approach, making him try to rut up into you desperately. You can feel your own approach too, so you didn't stop nor slow down your moves. Thankfully, the water surrounding you helped you not feel as tired as you would feel by now.

Viktor buried his face into your neck as his orgasm was about to hit. "Close.. so close, don't stop." he murmured breathlessly but a few seconds later now he was milking your insides. Hot seed filling you up, which triggers your orgasm too, and you two come together in sync.

You still feel him twitch inside you, and you lean to give him another sweet, tired kiss. "So good..." you whisper in between and pull away to rest your head on his shoulder.

Viktor hugged you tightly as you were still there with him buried inside you, kissing the top of your head. "That was so good, love, I agree." he smiled and closed his eyes. The water in the tub calming its movement too. You two could really relax now in each others embrace.

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[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 So Close, Quantico.

Post prison Reid x Fem!reader

part one

Summary: A strange visit to the prison ends with an unexpected confession of love and makes you run away again. You were ready to leave, but maybe this time he'll make you stay.

Words: 2,5k.

Warnings & Tags: literally none, just drama and sweet love+emily being a bestie. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I didn't expect to be asked for a second part because I'm still new here and I don't think anyone will read me (intrusive thoughts lol), but here I am giving it to you because Spencer needs a happy ending!

Just as you sat down and pulled out a travel magazine to read while you waited for your flight, you got a call from Emily. You frowned and were confused for a few seconds until you remembered that you hadn't told her that you were going back to London so soon and that the possibility of having a drink together would not be fulfilled. You hadn't even said goodbye in person, and it was only now that you realized it.

You hadn't noticed anything after working on Spencer's case for four days straight and losing your mind over it. It was the first time you hadn't seen your client or personally briefed him on the progress of the investigation, and that impersonality made everything strange, but you knew he didn't want to see you, and you weren't going to push him. At least you managed to get him released on parole after you found some evidence of third party involvement in his alleged crime. And as soon as you were informed of this decision, you assigned a trusted lawyer to the case, booked a flight, and packed your bags.

“Don't hate me, but I'm about to catch a flight and I forgot to tell you.” You said quickly as soon as the call started and you could hear a sigh of shock from the other end.

“You what? Why? You just got here and we haven't even had a chance to talk and drink wine.” She replied after a few minutes of processing the information.

“I'm really sorry, Ems. I have things to do at my office and my work here is already done.” You tried to explain as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. You didn't like the idea of looking like you were running away again, even if you were. “I really have to go.”

“You have or you want?”

The question alone made you sigh and question being best friends with a profiler. It was impossible to hide your feelings and thoughts from her.

“It doesn't matter...anyway, you can visit me whenever you want, I have plenty of wine at home.” You spoke trying to avoid her question at all costs. “Penelope and JJ can come, girls' night out and all.”

“And Spencer...?” She asked in a cautious tone, knowing that this was a complicated subject. After all, Emily was the one who had to put up with your sighing and crying over Reid for years.

“He's not a girl.”

You could almost see her roll her eyes at your answer, and by the tone of her voice when she told you she meant it, you knew she did.

“Seeing him was as strange as I imagined, but confirming that he doesn't want to see me and that he hates me felt worse than I thought. I have to face this from a distance.” You tried to explain and put into words the feelings you were avoiding.

“He doesn't hate you, and he definitely wants to see you.” She corrected you, making you frown.

“What? Please don't try to make me feel better with emotional profiling tricks.” You said wearily, looking up at the big screen with the flight schedules and realizing that it was still more than half an hour before your plane was due to arrive.

“These are not tricks. Seriously, if he didn't want to see you, he wouldn't have asked me for your hotel address yesterday.”

Your heart stopped at that moment, and any attempt to focus your attention on something else, or even keep your cool, failed. You didn't want to get your hopes up again and sound like a fool for getting excited about something so minimal.

“I'm not even at the hotel anymore, and he never went there.” You tried to control your nervousness and conceal how this information had thrown you. “Ems, my flight arrives in 30 minutes, I have to leave you, but I promise to call you more often and visit you sometime. I love you.” You ended in a chaotic way.

“Well, me too. But don't disappear, I'll wait for that girls' night.” She replied, defeated by your insistence, and paused before speaking again. “And tell Reid we have a case in Utah, we're leaving in 30.”

“What?” You asked immediately, not understanding if you had heard wrong, but she had already hung up.

You looked up again, expecting to see the central screen with the schedules, but instead of seeing your flight number in bright letters, you saw Spencer's brown eyes searching for you a few feet away. You had to blink several times to confirm that it was him and that you weren't hallucinating, and only then did Emily's last words make sense.

Was he here to see you? Was it possible?

You remained motionless in your seat, as if bound to it, and watched as Reid walked at a brisk pace straight towards you. It was the first time you had seen him since that chaotic visit to the prison, and you still had a bittersweet taste in your mouth from that interaction. He was wearing a suit now, probably the clothes he wore to work, and he looked like he had run several miles, judging by his disheveled hair and labored breathing.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as soon as you had him in front of you, rising from your seat to be at his height even though you were several inches shorter.

“I needed to talk to you for days and you never came to see me again.” He explained, still trying to regulate his breathing after searching for you all over the airport. “About what you told me before you left.”

“I didn't come back because you made it clear that you didn't want to see me, and I respected your wish.” You explained as calmly as you could. “And as for what I said, there's no need to talk about it. It's outdated and I shouldn't have brought it up.”

You saw him sigh and fidget chaotically for a second before he spoke again. He seemed nervous, as if he had rehearsed the conversation a thousand times in his mind.

“I need to talk about this. You told me you were in love with me...I just found out and I couldn't stop thinking about it, it's stuck in my head because you never told me.” He tried to speak slowly, but it was as if the old Spencer you once knew had reappeared and started babbling. “You said you were leaving because you were offered a better position and you were bored with this job, you never mentioned that...that you liked me.”

“My flight leaves in less than 30 minutes, I can't talk now.” You tried to get out of the situation, but he gently grabbed your arm before you could escape. And with a sigh, you spoke again. “Good. I never told you how much I liked you, but that doesn't change anything.”

You pulled away from his touch and putting your hands on your bags so you could leave soon.

“It changes. It really changes everything.”

“What? How?” You dropped the suitcases and looked at him in confusion.

He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the clock on the bright screen above you, trying to use the little time he had to talk to you and express himself. He felt the words catch in his throat, and it was a disappointment after having only you as the protagonist of all his thoughts since you had visited him, pushing away any possibility of holding a grudge against you because the only thing on his mind was doubt about what would have happened if he had known.

Spencer had spent so many years locked in hate, trying to hold a grudge against you for leaving, leaving nothing but torturous memories in an eidetic memory and a ridiculous need for a hug from you every time things went wrong. And suddenly you showed up, looking as beautiful as ever, saving him from a traumatic experience and delivering information he never expected.

He had only been free for a few days and yet everyone looked at him differently, from pity to fear, knowing that prison had changed him forever. But not you, you looked at him as if he were the same as always, even though years had passed and you had only seen his worst face again.

“If I had known...if you had told me I...” He stammered, trying to find some courage to stop feeling like the same young man you had left. “You would know that I felt the same way.”

At that moment, you almost had to sit up again because of the impression his words had made on you. You closed your eyes and opened them again to make sure that you were not hallucinating and that it was really the one you had been dreaming about for years who was telling you that he also felt something for you before.

“You don't have to lie...no, don't lie to me like that just because I got you out of jail.” You started to blurt out, completely denying the strong beating of your heart.

“I appreciate you doing this, but I won't lie to you. I could never do something like this.” He assured you, looking you straight in the eye for confirmation. “And if you don't believe me, I can tell you exactly when I first realized I liked you, it was November 8, 2005, it was 11:35 in the morning because I looked at the clock. You had completed your third month with us and you went to talk to Gideon and Hotch because you wanted to get out in the field and stop doing paperwork. You were so nervous about getting fired that you grabbed my hand before you left, but you didn't notice because you were busy listening to my comments about your performance. I thought it was nothing and that I was just nervous because you were the only one I was talking to and I was afraid of losing you, but before you left you smiled at me and I knew everything was going to be okay. Again I thought it was nothing...but every time things went wrong I thought about it, I still do because that smile is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.”

“I...” You tried to speak and formulate even one word, but it kept getting stuck in your throat.

“Wait, I'm not done yet.” He interrupted you, saving you from a possible babble. “I never told you because I thought you didn't feel the same way and that you saw me as a younger brother to be taken care of. I'd rather have you as a friend than not have you at all, so I left it in my mind as an impossibility and I thought I was completely over it until you left and I lost my mind...and it's happening again.”

“God, I need to sit down.” It was all you could say at the time as you tried to process everything he said.

You sat down with his help and watched him relax a little as he finished speaking, as if he had waited a long time to say it and had practiced it many times. You felt your heart pound after years of dreaming of hearing those words from him. You had never imagined a life where Spencer felt anything more than friendship for you, and now it was real. He had loved you as much as you wanted, and you had been too blind to see it before other people came along.

“I know it's been years since you got over me and that I was a jerk to you when you came to see me, but you need to know that ever since I saw you I couldn't stop thinking about what my life would have been like if I had told you from the beginning.” He spoke again, trying to look closely at you to decipher what was going through your mind. “I'm sorry, I'm really sorry if this has upset you or...”

“Do you know how long I've waited to hear you say that?” You said, still surprised, taking the opportunity to get up from your chair.

“I'm sorry, I know it's too late and now you're going to leave again, but this time I'm here to ask you not to do it again.” He came over and took you by the hands, bending down a little to be at your level, as if he was begging you. “And I know it's selfish because you have to go and you have a life away, but I really...”

“Spencer.” You stopped him before he started babbling, and he looked at you anxiously for your answer. “It's not too late.”

“Really?” He asked, as if he could not believe he had heard you correctly.

“Really.”

You gave him a small smile of affirmation and felt your eyes glaze over with emotion as you felt him release your hands and grab your cheeks to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen. The look of tenderness he gave you along with his touch made you tremble.

“Are you planning to kiss me already or are you going to wait 13 more years?” You spoke without even thinking.

He didn't have to think once before closing the distance between you and fulfilling the longing that had been in your mind for so long. You couldn't say anything because his lips had been on yours before and the first contact had almost made you melt. His hands were still on your cheeks, but one of them went down to your waist to pull you closer and make sure you were real.

Your lips tasted like cherries and that made him smile immediately in the middle of the kiss, thinking that you were still wearing the same lipstick that you had applied in front of him so many times and that he had only dreamed of tasting. Finally, the reality was far better than any fantasy and the softness mixed with the intensity of a repressed love during the kiss because finally the stars had aligned for the two of you.

“Are you going to go out on a date with me?” He asked as soon as you both parted.

“I have a girls' night out first.” You replied, letting it be known that you were tired of running away. “But I'd love to go on a date with you.”

He came over and gave you a quick kiss before you could say anything else. You returned the kiss and then pulled away, putting your arms around his neck.

“You're kissing me like this before the first date?” You joked, still trapped in the bubble of love you felt you were in.

“I don't intend to wait any longer now that I have you here.” He responded by giving you a kiss on the head and wrapping his arms around you to hug you. “So please don't go away for 6 years again.”

“I don't plan to go anywhere now.”

[ultravioletrayz]

Miguel x Curvy!f!reader

It’d be so cute if they’ve been besties for a while like since like the society got started but they’ve both had feelings for one another but they’re too afraid to admit them to not ruin the friendship but it gets all fluffy and cute when they found out they feel the same 🤭.

Then they have the cutest first time (together) and it’s like they were made for each other ^O^.

making this pt.3 to the 'undress' series 😚

PART 1, PART 2

Pairing: miguel o'hara x curvy!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, making out, starts a bit rushed and frantic but turns into soft n slow sex, vaginal fingering, missionary, protected p in v

Summary: after confessing your feelings, miguel rushes you into his quarters to worship your body

A/N: friends to lovers sex is so cute, especially with Miguel :(

Word Count: 2.38K

Overwhelmed by carnal need, you and Miguel come crashing into his quarters, his large, muscular frame guiding you until your back harshly collides with the wall. Your lips haven't left one another's since you left the bathroom stall, tongues circling around each other, teeth nibbling on each other's lips, drool practically overflowing from your mouths as you both revel in the taste of each other. Your hands are glued firmly to Miguel's face, keeping him bent down so that you can kiss him with all of the passion you can muster.

His hands are squeezing and caressing the flesh of your waist, as if confirming that you're real, that the girl he's been dreaming of making love to for months is no longer living within his depraved mind. Fuck, he should've done this sooner. The two of you could've been up to a tenth round by now if he had just fucked you when he walked in on you mere hours ago. But, hey, better late than never.

With a moment of hesitation, Miguel pulls away from the kiss, his tongue quickly lapping up the spit hanging onto your bottom lip before he leans back to look into your eyes, getting lost in the rich pools of affection and lust.

"Wait a second," Miguel whispers, still holding you close, not wanting his hands ever to leave your sides. "I didn't get a chance to explain myself back there. And before we do anything, I need to make sure we're on the same page."

"Before we 'do anything'? I think we've gone past that point, Mig." You tease, your hands sliding down the sides of his throat to rest on his broad shoulders.

Miguel scoffs at that, but he can't help the slight chuckle that leaves his lips. He had re-activated his suit to cover himself while the two of you stumbled into his room, but he could still feel his own cum dripping down his muscular thighs beneath the hologram, proving your point.

"Still. I need you to know that I care about you. That- That I have real feelings for you. I don't just want to fuck you and treat you like shit around the Society like... like you're some slut. I want to actually be with you. Joder… Quiero amarte, preciosa." Miguel confesses, his gaze dropping to the minuscule space left between the two of your bodies, unable to look you in the eye after being so open, so genuine, so human in front of another person, especially since that person is you.

Your face falls, the need in your eyes shifting into adoration as you tilt your head slightly, absorbing Miguel's cute confession. He's always had to make his plans known, unable to let curiosity and assumptions about his intentions linger in the air. It's a trait of his that he's always found irritating, but it's so endearing in your eyes. Especially in cases like this where you can reciprocate that purity.

"Miguel, I want the same. I... I care about you the same way. It sounds so stupid, but I feel like I've fallen for you... and I've felt like that since I first saw you. I really like you, Mig." You say softly, your hands coming back up to cup his handsome face, watching as it lights up almost instantly with a lovesick, goofy grin.

Before you can really process the significance of the feelings that have been vocalised, Miguel is scooping you up in his strong arms, carrying you to his bed with an almost adorable sense of urgency, further emphasised by the way his dick is throbbing with need beneath his suit.

His sharp red eyes are wide and puppy dog-like, his gaze worshipping your position on his bed as he undresses you almost obscenely fast, ripping through fabric, straps, and lace, unwilling to wait any longer to see every inch of you. And it's better than he ever could of imagined, better than seeing you in your underwear hours ago. Better than anything and everything.

The bed creaks with Miguel's weight as he kneels above you, knees on either side of your thighs, caging you beneath his muscular physique. His mouth immediately finds your throat, nibbling and sucking as his hands trace along every nook and cranny of your body, squeezing and stroking your soft skin. Your head falls back against the pillows, mouth open and letting out soft sighs and whimpers, one hand tangling in Miguel's brushed back waves, while the other reaches for the gizmo wrapped around his veiny forearm, pressing a few buttons that cause his spider suit to dissolve off of his sexy body, leaving his bare form pressed against yours as he leaves a trail of hickeys and spit down your shoulder.

Eventually, one of Miguel's wandering hands makes it's way down between your plush thighs, thick, long digits ghosting over your wet, needy cunt, your walls clenching around nothing due to your sheer desire for any kind of contact. Oh, how Miguel wishes he could indulge you right now. He wants to dive mouth-first into your sweet warmth and lap up the liquid fucking gold that's seeping out of you. He wants to worship you, make it obvious how desperate he's been to have you. But, Miguel is a busy man. A busy man with avid needs that need to be fulfilled.

Quickly, Miguel dips the rough pad of a single finger into your pussy, making you gasp and let out a soft little squeal, teeth biting down on your lower lip and hands irritatedly grabbing at Miguel's thick chest hair, tugging at the strands as you whine.

"Mig! You... ah-! c-can't just do that!" You manage to splutter, already breathless as Miguel gently glides another digit into you and scissors your pussy open, getting a good feel of how wet and ready you are for him. In any other scenario, he'd be prepping you and taking care of you like a true gentleman, slowly fingering you and kitten-licking your clit until you've cum three times and he's certain you can handle his dick. But he hasn't got the time, nor the patience right now.

"Lo siento, preciosa. Just need to make sure you're gonna be able to take it." Miguel chuckles, his voice a faint whisper as he puts all of his attention on your tight cunt, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of you as his sharp, scarlet eyes focus on the way your hips jolt whenever he presses against that spongy spot inside of your warmth. "You have no idea how badly I wanna taste you right now. Bet you're so sweet, just f'me. Pequeña cosa desesperada. I promise I'll eat your pussy so nice and slow next time, sweetheart. But I just need to feel you."

Your eyes glaze over at Miguel's forwardness, your walls tightening around his fingers as you whimper and mewl beneath him. You'll take anything he's willing to give you- fingers, mouth, cock. You just want Miguel. Much to your dismay, your body is filled with an overwhelming sense of emptiness when Miguel pulls his digits out of you with a slick pop! making you whine and curse under your breath, looking up at him with such need and desperation that it almost causes Miguel to let out a whiny moan of his own.

With freed hands and the drive of a yearning man, Miguel hastily reaches beside you for his tiny, shitty little nightstand, grabbing a single condom from the drawer. He fumbles slightly while unwrapping it due to his impatience and overwhelming arousal, making you giggle, earning a mean tweak to your nipple that makes your back arch and a whiny moan fall from your lips.

"It's your fault." Miguel scoffs, managing to get the condom out, quickly rolling the latex over his huge, meaty, throbbing cock. Not wasting a second more, Miguel hikes your supple legs up, spreading them and pushing your knees to either side of your chest. He lines the head of his girthy, heavy dick with your glistening folds, nudging your clit gently to keep you in the moment. Without a moment's delay, he's pushing that huge cock of his inside of you, the blunt stretch making you hiss through gritted teeth at how overwhelming this whole situation is. Your boss, your friend, splitting you open on his cock. It's like one of your wet dreams come to life.

Miguel goes as slow as he can stomach, your tight, pulsing walls memorising every contour and detail of his veiny shaft from the inside, wanting to somehow tattoo the feeling of his dick onto your flesh and feel him inside of you forever. You can see why he was apologising for not preparing you, but somehow, the mere fact that it's Miguel that's spearing you open agonisingly slow but adorably quick is putting your body at ease.

"F-Fuck, feels so good. Dios mío, se me ha antojado este coño." Miguel pants, rough hands pawing at your plush waist as his knees sink further into the mattress, his back hunched so that his arched nose and unruly strands of hair brush against your face from above. Now that he's finally got you like this, legs spread and pinned in place by the weight of his own thighs, hands gripping at his broad shoulders, warm, panting breaths hitting his face, Miguel can breathe. He can continue knowing that you're really, truly in his bed, giving him the fucking honour of making love to you. And he's not gonna disappoint his dear friend.

Slowly, gently, Miguel draws his hips back, sharp red eyes fluttering as one of his hands comes up to hold your throat, not applying any pressure but stroking his thumb across your skin soothingly. Inch by inch, he pushes his entire cock back into you, making you both moan. He does this a few more times, really stretching you out and getting the two of you accustomed to the foreign, blissful sensations.

Miguel readjusts your positions, his swole, beefy arms wrapping around you and hoisting you up slightly, pulling you into a hug before laying you back down. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and you reciprocate his embrace, arms loosely slung around his shoulders.

"Mig, please." You whisper, your voice so meek and breathless as you beg for him to give you what you crave. He's trying so hard to be gentle and treat you right, not wanting to risk messing up this perfect moment. It's cute, but your patience is wearing thin while your need grows thicker and more unbearable.

Building a sensual rhythm, Miguel rolls his hips again and again, his fat dick leisurely pistoning in and out of your warm cunt. His face is now buried in your hair, his groans and hitching breaths getting lost against you as he embraces you tightly, the veins along his arms bulging each time he thrusts entirely into you. You were in no better shape, keening and sighing in ecstasy each time Miguel's chubbed tip so delicately kisses your cervix.

Miguel's thrusts become more deliberate, each movement a slow, deliberate dance of passion and need. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he's memorising you with his touch. His fingers trace down from your throat through the valley of your breasts, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin , sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitches as Miguel's pace quickens ever so slightly, his cock gliding in and out of you with a rhythm that's both maddening and intoxicating. The sound of your combined moans fills the room, a symphony of desire that only heightens the intensity of the moment.

"Just- Just like that," You moan, your voice barely audible, but he hears you. He always hears you. His eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of love and lust burning in his gaze. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. You feel dizzy, your body arching involuntarily as he hits a spot that makes your toes curl. You can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling inside you, ready to explode.

Miguel's hands move to your hips, his grip firm but gentle, guiding you as he thrusts into you with a slow, steady rhythm. Each movement is calculated, each thrust a testament to his desire to make this moment last. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure builds. You can feel the edge approaching, the precipice of ecstasy that you're both teetering on. Miguel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with a fervour that matches your own growing need.

"Miguel, I'm close!" you gasp, your voice trembling with anticipation. He responds by tightening his grip on your hips with a wanton, desperate moan, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more desperate. His cock pulses inside you, the sensation almost too much to bear. You can feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building to a breaking point.

With a final, powerful thrust, Miguel buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he reaches his climax. His cock twitches, filling the condom with his release, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You follow soon after, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over you, pussy gushing around him and soaking the sheets as you shake and squeal, panting as you come down from the sort of high you thought could only be mustered in your filthy imagination.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your combined breaths, the room filled with the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. Miguel collapses onto you, his weight a comforting presence as he nuzzles into your neck, finding solace and a grounding warmth in the feeling of your sweaty body beneath him. In the comfort of each other's arms, it doesn't take long for the two of you to fall asleep, the work that was meant to be getting done in Miguel's office long forgotten, and the promise of a future together hanging in the air like a dream come true.

this is disgustingly late. i hope it was worth the wait

[lcriedlastnight]

Y/n asks Oscar for help in order to get Lando to fall in love with her, but y/n breaks her heart in the process, realizing that she loved Oscar the entire time

ohh okay anon! your mind is literally brilliant. also i'm not sure if you wanted lando to break her heart or not but that's what i did, kinda!

tw: fem!reader, kinda arsehole lando again, oscar pines hee hee, lnk if you want me to add anything. ignore any mistakes can’t i cba proofreading rn!

w/c: 1.5k

"oscccc" you sing as you skip into the mclaren hospitality. the look on your face lets oscar know that he most definitely will not like whats coming next. oscar sings your name back to you in the same tone that makes you laugh at him.

"i need your help!" you ask sweetly, plopping yourself down next to oscar on the couch he was resting on. your feet come to rest in his lap as you give him your best puppy eyes.

"don't give me those eyes. you haven't even asked me yet." oscar says although he cannot hold back his own smile.

"i'm sure you know how much i like lando? alex says it's pretty obvious." you start, a little bit nervous now with your words. speaking of your words, it is like oscar is stabbed in the chest as you confirm your affections towards his teammate. what he would do to be lando right now, oscar is never usually envious but this is so much different. the australian had an inking of suspicion that you liked lando but he did not know for sure so he could gaslight himself into thinking that it was all in his head and that you were just really friendly with the tanned boy.

oscar's mouth feels like it is full of cotton as he wills his brain to generate a response that is not just oscar confessing his love for you.

"uh yeah, yeah i may have heard something about that."

you blush a little at oscar's words a little embarrassed about how many people know about this apparently obvious crush you had on lando. you clear your throat.

"right, well. you know lando quite well right? you surely do because you spend so much time with him. i was wondering if you could maybe put in a good word for me?" you practically beg oscar. the boy seriously thinks he is going to die from heartbreak. you were coming to him to ask him to put in a good word? him? who has been in love with you since you had first arrived in paddock. what kind of karma was thing? was oscar really that horrible in his past life?

oscar copies you and clears his throat too. "sure, i'll say to him after free practise." oscar offers. he so badly wants to be one of those people who will not let you have anyone else if he cannot have you, he wants to be that person so badly right now. but he is not. all he wants is to see you happy and if that was not with him, then he would just have to make do with that. the way you squeal in response to his offer makes him want to kill himself right there and then. okay maybe he was being a little dramatic but his mind was already thinking about having to watch you every race weekend, hanging off of lando's arm. oh god he would have to retire from f1 in his second year.

you skip away again as oscar is stuck in his mind. he has never felt this depressed in his entire life he thinks. like his thoughts summoned him, lando comes padding over. you could not be far then, oscar surmises.

"hey, man." lando greets as he sits where you were just sitting moments ago. oscar just decides to do it now and get it over and done with, waiting until after free practise might actually kill him off. he would rather just say to lando then he could get it out of his mind and concentrate on getting you out of his mind.

"hey, i've gotta ask you something." oscar says, his heart hammering in his chest. he has no idea why. a part of his is praying he rejects you, in a nice way, of course. then maybe he will not have to retire his promising racing career.

unbeknown to both mclaren drivers you were lingering around, listening in on their conversation.

lando cocks his head in questioning, silently telling oscar to continue and oscar does exactly that.

he utters your name. "she wanted me to put in a good word for her, if you know what i mean." oscar tries to make it lighthearted and not act like one single sentence shattered his heart into a thousand pieces and the only girl who held the glue to piece it back together was longing after a man who was near enough the complete opposite from him.

lando smirks. "oh yeah, i heard she has a thing for me." he says, cockily. a part of oscar fears for where this conversation is headed.

"and?"

"and what?" lando asks.

"and are you gonna ask her out or what?" oscar questions like it was obvious because to him it was. how could he not ask a girl like you out? although oscar was guilty of the same thing it was not for a lack of wanting from oscar, that much was true.

"nahh. she's not really..." lando trails off. oscar gets defensive as soon as the first word rolls off the brits tongue.

"not really what?" oscar's words bite like bullets.

"you know man, she's not really wag material." is all lando says.

your face drops even further from your listening spot. this was not the way you had seen this conversation going. you were almost certain lando had liked you back. seems like you were wrong.

while you cower and hide to nurse your broken heart, oscar seeths at lando.

"that is no way to speak about a girl, nevermind her." oscar defends you. "it honestly seems like you don know what you're missing out on because she is a lovely girl. even though there is no such thing as 'wag material' i know for a fact that she is that and much much more, you are just too blind to see it. some people are surface level pretty and pretty on the inside too."

lando's brows raise at oscar's rant about you. the brit seems surprised at his view on you. the kind words not unusual from oscar but he could hear the devotion and love behind them, anyone with a pair of working ears could hear how deep his fondness for you went.

"if you like her that much much then why don't you ask her out, man?" lando asks. oscar is not stupid he can hear the teasing tone in his voice but he chooses to ignore it as he sighs.

"i can't she likes you." oscar just barely gets the words out before you appear at oscar's side. your eyes are teary and that just confirms his worst fear. you had heard everything. everything lando had said about you, he hoped you knew that it was so far from the truth.

"you really think that about me?" oscar winces as he assumes the questions was aimed at the older of the two papaya boys but when he opens his eyes he sees your eyes are pinned on his. oh you were talking to him. he had forgotten that if you had heard what lando had said you had most likely heard what he had said too. it was not too special and nothing of a confession but the heaviness behind his words told you much more than his words ever could.

"yeah i do" it is false confidence oscar speaks with but he really wants you to know he meant every single word and he could not convince you of that if you was a stuttering mess. "i like you."

you just stare at him. somewhere in this lando had ended up leaving you both to have some privacy, he had that much decency.

"i think i like you too." you tell oscar, although your words are a little unsure, definitely not as sure as oscar's.

oscar scoffs. "you don't. and you don't need to say that because you feel bad."

you roll your eyes. "i'm not just saying it. i think i do really like you."

"no, you like lando. you only like me because i'm the only option you have." oscar frowns at his own words, saddened by the mere thought of you only wanting him because you cannot have lando.

you take the seat lando was sitting in, and you before him. you take his hands in yours and hold them gently.

"i think i wanted to make you jealous by asking you to put in a good word with lando for me?" you tell him. to oscar is seemed that you had not even made sense of your own feelings.

oscar finally nods as he sees the sincerity in your eyes.

"if you do really like me then i would love to take you out." oscar says, his words less sure than before and a little more shy. it makes you smile and that is when you are sure that you do like oscar. and yeah maybe you do still like lando but you are almost certain that it was just a harmless crush. this with oscar? you know this could very much be something real.

"i'd love that." you nod as oscar grins back at you, you have never seen oscar smile that much and you have known him for a while now.

[sil-writes-fiction-too]

The Fragility Of Human Life

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Genre: sickfic, angst, lots of hurt and very little comfort

CW: sickness, illness

A/N: this is a very short one and at first I really wanted it to be a fluffy, hurt/comfort sickfic but... well... it turned into full angst instead. I'm sorry ç_ç. I haven't written for Obey Me in a hot minute and this is what I came up with?? Poor Lucifer! This is my entry for Day 29 of June of Doom ( @juneofdoom ). I used the prompt "fever", more or less.

Very few things can scare a man like Lucifer. What could possibly pose a threat to the Morning Star himself? A snap of his fingers could be enough to burn anyone and anything down to ashes. He doesn't fear for his life, no. He didn't when he fought in the Celestial War and fell and he doesn't now. However... he fears for the people closest to him. His brothers, first and foremost. Any moment spent in fear has always been dedicated to them. He feels responsible to them, he must keep them safe. Even if sometimes that means being disliked. Up until now that was all he cared about, keeping his brothers safe... but then they came along.

He disliked them at first, not trusting them even for a single second and treating them like a potential threat to his family. I mean, what kind of human would just start collecting pacts with the Seven Rulers of Hell? Not an innocent one, if Solomon was of any indication. He could understand Mammon doing something so moronic as to forge a pact with the new human student... but his other brothers? Clearly this human was more cunning than they seemed. At least that's what he used to think back then. He still remembers the fear and the anger he felt when MC had meddled into his family's affairs, going up to the attic and getting involved with Belphie despite the fact he had made it very clear they were to stay out of his business. He remembers wanting to eliminate them right then and there as his family threatened to fall apart in front of his eyes.

He is very glad he didn't.

Because there are few things that scare a man like Lucifer... and there are few things that make him as happy as MC does. This one human came into his life, completely flipped it upside down, helped his family find happiness and harmony again... and stole his heart in the process. Never in a million years did he think he would ever fall in love with a mortal. If what Lilith felt was even remotely close to what he feels for them, then Lucifer is even prouder of being in the Devildom rather than the Celestial Realm. He'd do it all again if it meant being with them.

But one thing Lucifer wasn't ready for was being faced with the fragility of human life as a demon who is completely and hopelessly in love with a mortal. It is a harsh awakening every single time, whenever MC gets hurt or makes an absent-minded comment about how short life is. Such comments are now banned from the House of Lamentation. He wasn't prepared for the icy cold fear that grips at his chest every time he is faced with MC's mortality.. the same fear that squeezes his heart right now as he looks down at the trembling human curled up in his bed.

According to Solomon, MC caught a very bad case of the flu. He was quick to add that it generally is a non-threatening sickness, but the concern was more than evident on his face nonetheless and it worried Lucifer and his brothers half to death. He has to be calm and logical about this, but he can't help but still be afraid even though it is more than clear that his human is not going to die from this. It's just that... this is MC we are talking about. They are a force to be reckoned with. They faced countless threats bravely and always came out on top and with a smile on their face! They even came back from the dead once, for Hell's sake! But now they look so fragile and defenseless as their body is wracked by violent shivers.

“Lu...” comes their weak voice, immediately yanking him out of his anxiety-fueled ruminations. “My love...” he is quick to respond, sitting down beside them and gently clasping their hand in his to bring it up to his lips and press a gentle kiss to the warm skin. Their grip is so feeble... it fills him with dread despite Solomon's words.

“I'm so cold...” they chirp in a frail voice that makes it sound like they are about to cry. It absolutely breaks his heart. He doesn't waste another second and pulls the blankets all the way up until they come up under MC's chin, then he removes his heavy coat and gets into bed with them, curling up around them and wrapping them tightly in his strong arms. The way they sigh and further sink into his embrace makes relief wash over him. Even more so when their shivers seem to simmer down a little. This is fine, he will protect them no matter what, be it from other demons or from this god forsaken flu.

He knows they will be fine and back to normal in a few days, but until then he won't be able to ignore the truth of the matter. And the truth of the matter is that MC is a human, a creature much more frail than a demon. They are not blessed with immortality and, one day, he might have to finally face the fact that no matter how much he loves them... he will have to let them go. He wonders if, when that happens, he won't suddenly cease to exist as well. Because no matter the perspective he tries to take while thinking about it, he simply cannot fathom being able to live without them by his side. The beating of his heart doesn't exist without them. They are the breath that fills his lungs and the vitality that courses through his veins. With them gone... what could ever remain of him if not an empty husk?

[xinmin-exe]

Attack On Titan characters as Parents

Note: I haven't really watched attack on titan in years, so I'm sure all of these characters are gonna be OOC ALSO i am making it so everyone survived in the end and they all got their happy ending because these babies deserve it

WARNINGS: fem!reader, brief mentions of past trauma, mentions of miscarriage, very brief mention of the birthing process,

Eren

Eren was so traumatized after what his father did, he almost had a break down when you told him you were pregnant. It took him a couple weeks, and many, many late night talks with Armin until he was willing to try to be there for you. Eren was so nervous and worried he was going to be just like his father but the moment he saw his kid, everything just clicked. He was so gentle with them and always made time to talk and play with them during the day. As they got older, their bond grew even closer as Daddy and Aunt Mikasa took them out hunting every couple of weeks. Eren is an amazing father who despite everything he went through, made damn sure to do better for his child.

Armin

Armin never imagined having children, it just wasn't something he saw in his future. that was, until you came into his life and changed everything. When your little bundle of joy was born, Armin was in tears. He couldn't help but admire them and want to give them everything. Since then, Armin has done everything to nurture their ideas and passions. He even took them to the sea and let them play around. He wanted them to grow up with everything he couldn't have (aka, parents) so he did everything he could to stick around. Armin turned down multiple high government positions just to stay close to you and his child. Armin is the parent we all need in our lives.

Mikasa

When you approached Mikasa with the idea of wanting to adopt, she was speechless. Ever since her parents were killed, she never thought about having children. However, she loved you so much that she wanted to at least try. After all, she wasn't exactly motherly (at least that's what she will tell people) When Hange introduced you two to a young child (maybe 5 or 6) from the underground Mikasa's heart melted. She saw herself in this child so much that her protective instincts kicked in. She was so protective of this child, no one, and i mean no one besides you could be left alone with them. Even if it was armin or Eren, Mikasa was always in the room, one second away from glaring the other person into the next century. Mikasa really warmed up to the idea of being a parent and fit into the role well.

Jean

Jean was the one of the only in the group who wanted to still have kids. He knew what he wanted from life and was damned if some suicidal maniac was going to stop him. So when you were giving birth, Jean made sure he was right next to you, holding your hand and encouraging you the entire time. Even though you did scream at him "this is your fault! If i live through this i am going to KILL you Kirstein!" (the nurses thought that it was funny) But once your child was here, nothing else mattered. Once you were able to leave the hospital and go home, all Jean did was take your kid around and show off. Constantly saying "look at what i did" or "aren't they just gorgeous like their mom?" He always had something to brag about (even if the thing wasn't brag worthy), to Jean, anything your child did was amazing. Jean is very much the parent to scream at the back of the room while their kid is performing and embarrass the shit out of them.

Connie

Connie hadn't given having kids much thought. Afterall, he didn't even know if he'd be surviving long enough to be given that option. But once you told him you were pregnant, he was over the moon! Connie didn't let you move a muscle, ever. You need something from the top shelf? He's getting the stepstool. You want some food? He's already getting the ingredients out. And when you went into labor, he was right by your side. He let you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed to, and he made sure you were given everything possible to make birth as comfortable as it could be. Connie was so overwhelmed with love once he laid eyes on your child, the only time he let you hold them was when they needed to be fed. Connie got up to soothe them during the night, claiming it was the least he could do since you went though the pain of giving birth. Connie was there at every single milestone for their life, and he was never, ever going to stop being there for them; or for you.

Sasha

Oh boy, Sasha is the cool mom. When you two first adopted your child, she was admittedly a little awkward around them. But, after many late night snacks and a few bad cooking experiences, Sasha blossomed into a wonderful mom. She made sure they were eating properly and always had snacks on her. Your kids friends know that they will eat good when Sasha is around, and you two have become THE family. Sasha does tend to spoil them and say "yes" practically every time they ask for something, but they never try to manipulate that. You and Sasha both make sure your kid is kind and humble and thoughtful. With Sasha at your side, nothing is impossible and raising a child together was the best decision you two ever made.

Levi

Levi initially turned down the idea of having kids. Claiming that he was not fit to be a father, but fate wasn't having it. When you found out you were pregnant, you were worried to tell Levi. You knew he didn't want kids and you had grown to be content with that. What would he say when he found out? Would he leave you? Those thoughts sent you spiraling when Hange eventually let the cat out of the bag. Levi was silent but you could see in his eyes that was he happy. Even though he didn't want kids, he knew he wanted you. If that meant having to raise another brat then so be it. At first, he did the basics, changed their diapers, fed them, etc. But he never truly bonded with them until they were older and confided to Levi that they felt like an outsider looking in. He listened and did his best to offer advice and words of wisdom that might help. From then on, Levi was so much more involved and made sure that they were getting the life they deserved.

Erwin

Erwin was possibly the most excited to be a father. After everything, when things began settling down he approached you with the idea of trying for kids. At first you were the hesitating one, but Erwin was able to convince you to at least think about it. After a while, you were on board and baby, he got to work. It was along road, you had a miscarriage and that was demoralizing. Erwin made sure to support you the entire time. He understood that you may not want to try again and he was okay with that. It took you a year or so after for you to want to try again. But eventually, with enough effort and support, you gave birth to a beautiful baby. Erwin was in love with your child the moment he laid eyes on them. He spoiled them as much as he could, whenever he could. He was a dotting husband, and even more dotting father.

Hange

Oh boy, Hange is.. enthusiastic to say the least. They see it as a new experiment, at first. Hange takes your pulse every day, they measure how much you eat as well as your weight. When you gave birth, they were overwhelmed. There was a beautiful little bundle wrapped up in your arms and all Hange wanted was to hold them. Hange was so careful that you almost had to do a double-take. They held your child so gently, like glass. From then on, it was like the whole world vanished for them. They prioritized being there and being a parent over anything. Hange recorded all the milestones (first steps, first word, first tooth, etc) but they also recorded every other moment (like when they babbled for the first time, or when they first rolled over). But to Hange, they were all important moments.

[pneumaticshift]

Hello! I’m loving your best laid plans on ao3! The way you write the two is such a fun dynamic and they both com across as such meshed out people in your writing with very different dispositions. I was wondering if you had anymore stories of them in mind now that you’re wrapping that one up? I’d love to read more fics where Hal gets to be competent or shown as a badass. I love all the fics I read of them but sometimes Bruce should get swept off his feet and experience butterflies too! (Obviously only if you want to)

I’d also love anything where Bruce is the one suffering from mortification or being caught at a bad time 😏. Take him down a notch or two hehe <3

Oh god, thank you so much!! I'm really pleased people are liking my silly little stories as much as I love writing them. I really put a lot of effort into characterisation, so comments like this mean the world to me 💚🦇

After I've finished with Best Laid Plans, I'm probably gonna churn out some oneshots I've got planned until I've got some time off work to bash out another multichaptered fic. There's a Hal-centric idea I'm working on that's less humour and more plot, but I haven't completely committed to it yet.

In the meantime, I live to serve. Have some Bruce having a terrible time:

———

This wasn’t happening. 

It simply wasn’t. 

If Bruce refused to acknowledge it, that meant it didn’t exist. 

The problem with having gear built to withstand bullets, fire, acid, and the occasional metahuman temper tantrum was that it was durable by design. Which was great when he was throwing himself into the thick of Gotham’s nights. Less great when that same marvel of engineering decided to betray him. 

Because right now, on this cold, dank, miserable Gotham night, Bruce hung. Perfectly still. Suspended several feet above the alley floor with his cape stretched taut, snapped on what was, after a begrudging, sideways glance, some kind of industrial vent. Heavy-duty. The kind meant to withstand decades of corrosion, poor maintenance, and, apparently, vigilantes with no contingency for his own ability to be a dumbass, rare as it was. 

His legs dangled. His arms were crossed over his chest. He was, for all intents and purposes, a goddamn ornament. 

Fine. This was fine. Not at all embarrassing. It was fine.

Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. A dog barked. Gotham carried on, utterly indifferent to the fact that her Dark Knight was currently caught like a very large, very stupid bat in a very unexpected trap.

It was a temporary state, after all. A statistical anomaly in his otherwise flawless execution of being Batman, if you will. In moments, he knew he’d rectify this situation with the quiet efficiency he was known for. He would put it in the back of his mind, no harm, no foul, and most importantly, no witnesses. 

Unless, of course, he counted Hal Jordan, who was standing right there. But that was another element of the situation that was being ignored. 

There was a silence at first, which Bruce appreciated. It gave him a small, dwindling hope that maybe Hal would be mature about this. Maybe Hal would see it, process it, and then solemnly file it away under Things We Do Not Speak Of. Bruce himself had an extensive pile of things he did ot speak of in polite company. He could only hope it was the same for Hal. 

It wasn’t. Of course. Because Hal, for all of his heroics, was ultimately the worst person Bruce knew. 

It started with a sound. It was a sharp, strangled noise, choked off at the last second. It could have even been mistaken for a cough had Bruce not been intimately familiar with Hal’s very specific brand of barely contained, unrepentant amusement. It was the sound of a man witnessing the single greatest moment of his life and actively working not to combust from the sheer joy of it.

Bruce valiantly remained neutral. He kept his eyes fixed forward. He was a statue. A grim, shadowy gargoyle hanging over the city. A silent warden of justice. Slightly swaying in the wind like an unmoored scarecrow, but otherwise unmoving.

Then Hal sucked in another breath, shoulders shaking. His entire body trembled in that telltale, barely restrained convulsion of someone attempting to hold in laughter for the most optimal moment.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Don’t,” Bruce said. HIs voice was flat, emotionless. He was a void of authority that could terrify criminals, gods, and the majority of the Justice League. He was in control of the situation. 

Hal lost the battle. A full-bodied, ugly, gasping wheeze of a laugh exploded from him as he doubled over mid-air. His hands were on his knees, his shoulders were shaking. Bruce would have been more interested in seeing him laugh like this if he hadn’t been the reason for it. 

“Oh my god— oh my god—” he spluttered, stumbling back as if the sheer force of the situation had weakened him. “Spooky. Spooky— Are you…? Are you seriously—” He had to stop speaking to brace himself on a fire escape lest the weight of his laughter sent him plummeting to the cobblestone below. Bruce could only dream. “Are you seriously pretending this isn’t happening?”

It wasn’t happening. That was the official position. End of story. 

Bruce continued to stare straight ahead.

Hal took in a grounding breath. “Okay. Okay,” he said, nodding and composing himself. He straightened his back. “I’m good. I’m done.”

He wasn’t done.

The moment he looked at Bruce again — well, the moment he looked at Batman again, trapped and dangling, reduced to scenery, he lost his tenuous grip on his self-control. Hal was the type to wheeze-laugh. Full on clutching his stomach, cackling with his whole body kind of laugh. A probably-crying-behind-the-domino kind of laugh. The kind that was beginning to sound almost medically concerning.

“So, Batman—” Hal tried, biting his lower lip to stop himself from laughing again. “How’s it hanging?”

Bruce wasn’t a godly man, but he found himself praying. Not for salvation, nor for a miracle. He just wanted something quick and swift to smite him down. Or, failing that, for Hal to be struck down where he floated. Maybe the both of them, just to make sure this…incident never saw the light of day.

But, as was often the case, divine intervention refused to answer Gotham’s calls. Typical. He continued to say nothing. Because engaging with Hal would acknowledge his presence as a witness to an event that wasn’t happening, and he was certainly not doing that. 

Briefly, he began to calculate if he could somehow swing free without garrotting himself on the cape and land on Hal hard enough to expunge the whole thing from memory. It would require precise torque of his core muscles, a bit of tactical folding, and he might have to sacrifice his windpipe. Worth it. All for the cause.

Finally, Hal managed to compose himself enough not to laugh every time he so much as glanced at Bruce’s suspended body. “Okay, I’m really done this time,” he said, even though the grin stretched on his face suggested otherwise. “How did this even happen?”

It didn’t happen. Bruce was just surveying the city at an unexpected altitude. Hal didn’t know what he was talking about. 

What Bruce said was, “Jumped.”

“This is the best day of my life.”

“You can leave now.”

Hal snorted. “Like hell,” he said. He floated closer, hands on his hips, scrutinising the problem with a smirk that could only be described as punchable. “Damn, you’re really stuck in there. That’s what you get for not making the cape detachable.”

Alfred had told him the cape would need to be detachable. Bruce had agreed, but then proceeded to sacrifice practicality for The Aesthetic because at heart he was a theatre kid that had been too traumatised to join the arts programme at school. The cape looked cooler when it was a fixed feature. 

As he dangled in the alley way with a goddamn witness to his suffering, Bruce was seriously beginning to recalibrate that decision. 

Bruce inhaled slowly. Exhaled even slower.

Someday, he would look back on this moment and—

No.

No, he would never look back on this moment. Because it would be buried so deeply beneath layers of repression and strategic denial that he, with all his training and unparalleled mental fortitude, would convince himself it never happened.

“Do you even know what you look like right now?” Hal continued, because apparently he wanted to be a permanent fixture on Batman’s shitlist. “Take a look.”

A construct diorama of the scene unfolded in a burst of green light as Hal reconstructed something that definitely wasn’t happening right now. It was a caricature, of course. The tiny construct Batman’s arms were crossed over his chest in what Bruce could only assume was Hal’s attempt at capturing his quiet dignity — except it was entirely undermined by the dangling legs, the exaggerated sway, and the way the goddamn cape stretched taut, hoisting him up like a piñata.

Bruce stared at it.

He was going to set the cape on fire. He was going to salt the earth where the cape had once been. He wasn’t Batman anymore. He was Man-Man now.

“It’s kinda sexy,” Hal continued, nodding to himself. “You know, I’ve always wanted to sweep you off your feet. Figures you’d do the job for me.”

Bruce exhaled slowly and focussed on something, anything, other than the unholy combination of wicked glee and smug arrogance radiating off Hal. The sudden swooping sensation in his stomach was purely situational. Disorientation. A natural response to being held hostage by his own goddamn cape. Definitely not related to the way Hal was looking at him.

“You are not flirting with me right now.”

“Oh, I definitely am.”

There it was again. More of that disorientating, entirely unwelcome swoop beneath his skin. He had begun associating that feeling with Hal a lot recently. It was irritating. It was inconvenient. It was ongoing. He still was not going to acknowledge it. Just like he wasn’t acknowledging this situation. 

“You know, now that you can’t run away,” Hal said, voice edging into dangerous territory “I figure it’s a good time to shoot my shot.”

“It’s a terrible time for you to shoot your shot.”

“I’m not known for my excellent time management skills.” He poked Bruce in the ribs, just to see him sway. If he came any closer, Bruce was going to bite him. “And it’s not like you’ve never thought about it. I’ll tell you what. If you agree to grab a drink with me some time, I’ll get you down.”

“Hal.”

“Think about it. I cut you down, super heroic, super sexy. You fall into my big strong arms. I’ll even carry you all romantic-like over Gotham, if you want. We can get real Bodyguard about it.”

“Hal.”

“Or I could totally leave you dangling and just grab you something fruity with a straw. We can get cosy right here, ‘cause I’m not gonna complain about the view. Your choice.”

“Hal.”

Hal snickered to himself. “Relax, I’m kidding. Mosly. I still kind of want to go out with you, but I can leave that until after you’ve had some time to nurse your disintegrated pride.” He flew a little closer, enough so that he was face to face with Bruce. “Just one more thing before I help you, though.”

Bruce glared at him.

“Say please.”

And goddamn, Bruce did not need that in his life right now. Not those words coming out of Hal’s mouth with Hal’s voice and Hal’s face. He stomped down the butterflies that dared to step foot in his stomach. He set fire to their wings, torched the little bastards where they fluttered and sprinkled their ashes on what was left of his wounded pride. 

“You have three seconds to—”

“Yeah, yeah. God, you’re no fun,” Hal relented. He raised his ring hand, but not before adding, "You know, if you ever wanna reenact this, but, y'know, in a more private setting, I’m totally open to suggestions.”

Bruce closed his eyes in exasperation. He was going to make it look like a goddamn accident. 

[14buddy22]

hi! Can I request an angsty/hurt/comfort fic with Hotch where he gets amnesia after an encounter with an unsub and the reader is a doctor at the hospital but Hotch obviously forgets her and their life together for a while. And Hotch being Hotch is reserved again and won’t let her help only the team so reader pulls back and can’t really help with the remembering process and is heartbroken but then he eventually remembers bc the little things eventually come back to him and then he finally remembers:)

Before Aaron saw the unsub cut a wire, his life flashed before his eyes. Short 1-second clips played in his head starting from when he was a child to meeting Haley, marrying her, having Jack, her passing away, moments with his team, raising Jack, meeting you, marrying you, having twins with you.

Everything flashed before his eyes and in that moment, Aaron Hotchner was scared. He knew you and his three kids were waiting for him to return, but now, now a bomb was going off in a building that he was trying to get an unsub to walk away from and let the bomb squad take care of it.

You were a doctor at the local hospital. You finally were coming off a long stretch and decided to take the day off to spend with the kids. You knew Aaron was busy but that didn't stop you from planning out a day to spend with your kiddos. Taking them to their favorite breakfast place, letting them play at the park and then bringing them back home to let them pick a movie and have a movie afternoon before the twins had to go down for a nap.

You were excited to have Aaron home tonight. The kids have missed him and you deeply missed him. Both of you working strange hours, his even weirder hours than yours, it was harder to see your husband and have family days.

The sound of your phone ringing took you out of your thoughts. Picking up your phone, you saw JJ's name come across as the caller ID.

"What's going on, JJ?"

You got up and walked into the bedroom. Not wanting Jack to overhear you on the phone with his aunt.

"Aaron was in an accident. He's going to the hospital now. A bomb went off. He was knocked unconscious. Do you want to come to the hospital to be here when he wakes up."

"Yes. Yes. I'll be there shortly. Oh my god."

You hung up, quickly telling Jack to grab snacks for him and the twins and to meet you in the car. You woke your twins up and brought them into the car.

"Daddy got hurt at work. He's sleeping right now, but we want to be there when he wakes up, okay?"

You looked in the rearview mirror of your 3 kids. You saw the fear in Jack's eyes. He was 13. He knew that it wasn't good. You didn't know the extent of Aaron's injuries, you wouldn't know until you got to the hospital, but you couldn't scare Jack just yet. Your twins were only 3, they didn't really understand.

You saw Aaron's team in the waiting room. Your twins excited to see their aunts and uncles, you just wish it was under better circumstances.

"What room is he in?"

"We haven't heard If he's done from getting his CT scan."

"Oh. Okay."

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours before your coworker came out to get you.

"Y/n, would you like to see him? Maybe just you first, I know he'd love to see his kids."

You knew hospital protocol. It was always better start with less guests first before bombarding them with a bunch of guests. You didn't want to overwhelm Aaron."

"I know, can you take me to see my husband please?"

As you walked in the hospital hallways, it felt different. You have walked these hallways more than a thousand times. You've ran in these hallways. But the feeling of having a loved one in the hospital was a feeling you didn't want to experience.

Walking into the room, you saw Aaron laying in that hospital bed.

Your face immediately lit up seeing Aaron awake and talking to the nurse. You heard him say something about having a son and you were just surprised he didn't say anything about you walking into the room. You weren't going to say anything though.

"Hey Aar."

Then you saw him look at you. You saw this look on patient's who had amnesia. You didn't need to hear the words out of Aaron's mouth to know that he didn't recognize you. And that hurt.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?"

Tread lightly, that's all you kept telling yourself. He went through a traumatic event. But you wanted to cry. Did he not remember, at minimum, the past 5 years of his life. He was talking about Jack, you know that he knows Jack exists. What were you going to tell Tommy and Sophia?

"Um, we have met before. I'm Y/n. I know you were in an accident. You work for the FBI. Um, do you remember anything?"

"Y/n. I like that name."

That's what he told you when he interviewed you for the first time at the hospital. Well, not really interviewed you, but questioned you asking about a patient.

"I know."

"I have a son, his name is Jack."

"Aaron. I know this is hard to even think about but you and I. We met about 5 years ago, we got married, and, and we have 3 year old twins. Jack, he's 13. He's a crazy teenager, but we love him."

Aaron looked at you and you could see the tears form in his eyes.

"I want to believe you, Y/n. But, but I can't. I don't, I don't remember. I'm sorry."

You couldn't break down in front of Aaron. But deep down, you were falling apart. This hurt. He didn't remember a life with you in it.

"Well, Jack would probably love to see you. Let me go get him."

You walked back out and the team all came around you.

"Um, he doesn't remember who I am. He doesn't know who the twins are. He doesn't remember his life with me in it. He remember's Jack and probably you guys. He doesn't remember the twins. I can't bring the twins to see him."

Rossi looked at you and moved to hug you. You always loved a Rossi hug. They were the closest thing to your father's hugs and you lost your father around 2 and a Half years ago.

"What am I gonna do, Rossi? He's my rock. He's my best friend. He's the father to my children. He doesn't remember anything with me in his life."

Rossi wiped your tears, realizing your children were running towards you.

"Where's daddy?"

Kneeling down you were met with the curious eyes of your twins. Jack standing behind them.

"Papa Rossi is going to take Jack to see Daddy, but we want to let daddy have some rest. Aunt JJ is going to take you guys home, okay."

Holding your twins in your arms, you explained to them that their Dad needed to rest but Jack knew something was wrong. You looked up at Jack and saw all the questions running through his mind. Your twins just knew that Dad needed to rest and that they could see them later. They also knew that if Aunt JJ took them home (sure enough to see Aunt Penny) they were getting ice cream.

"Love you mama. Give Daddy our pictures."

They handed you pieces of paper that they colored and it was of your little family. You wanted to cry but knew you couldn't. You didn't know when Aaron would break this amnesia spell but you also couldn't rush it on him. It hurt you knowing you couldn't give your husband a hug and kiss right now. It hurt knowing your twins couldn't see their father.

The Aaron you knew would've wanted to see you and his three kids right away, and you were right too. He wanted to see Jack right away. So that's when you needed to step up and be strong for everyone. Be strong for Jack who was sure to have questions.

When you walked into the hospital room with Jack, you didn't miss the way Aaron looked at Jack, not realizing who he was then quickly recovering when Jack said, "Hey Dad!"

Jack said, "I want mom to stay here with us, that's okay, right dad?"

"Yeah. Of course it's okay."

Jack pulled up a chair next to Aaron's bedside and you saw the way Aaron was trying to piece together bits and pieces of the information Jack was telling him. Aaron doesn't remember the last 5 years of his life.

You know how scary it had to be for Aaron. He's talking to his teenage son who he doesn't remember being a teenager. He had to sit in a room with his wife that he didn't remember.

After leaving the hospital that night, Jack had a lot of questions. You had to sit at the dinner table with him answering everything you could. You were a doctor and Jack knew that. He knew that you knew what was really going on with his dad.

You didn't want to tell him that his father hadn't remembered the last 5 years of his life, but you had to because you didn't want to lie. You might have to rebuild this life with Aaron and hope that he falls back in love with you.

The Aaron with amnesia was a single father to Jack, the old Aaron, the Aaron that you had 24 hours ago was a husband and a father to three children.

The next week was hard on everyone. Aaron came home from the hospital and he decided it was best to live with one of his team members, especially since he didn't remember you and your twins.

That was hard on you. Aaron was shutting you out when all you wanted to do was help him. You can't blame him, but you're heart broken. Jack moved out of the house temporarily to move into Dave's with his Dad.

That was a talk Dave had with Jack. You couldn't be there for it because you didn't want to lose Jack and now your twins were missing their big brother.

Dave decided that since all Aaron remembers was raising Jack and by this, the team's hoping that he'll start remembering everything with this help, but not rushing him into his home with his wife and all the kids, especially when he didn't remember them.

Another week had gone by and it was the first week that you were home alone with the twins. You could take care of them, that wasn't the problem, but it messed up everyone's routine not having Aaron and Jack there.

Every night, Aaron would read the twins a book while they got ready for bed.

Sophia spoke up one night that made you break down in the room by yourself.

"Mommy, Can Daddy call us to read us our story?"

Tommy brought the book and your phone to you and you had to come up with a distraction to get them into bed.

That was a rough night, when your twins had noticed that Aaron had cut off communication with them. Aaron always read them a story, whether he was physically here with them, or he called them.

When your phone started ringing, you were concerned when it was Jack calling you. He had only texted up until this point.

"Jackers, what's going on?"

Your twins were trying to push you out of the way and said, "Jack! Jack!"

"Hey Sophia, Hey Tommy. I know it's your bed time, can I read you your book?"

They started clapping and you smiled at the phone. You were so proud of your son. You know he was struggling not being around his siblings. He loved his little siblings so much. We'll see what happens when he's a teenager but for now, he loved them.

Jack started reading the book and in the background, you saw Aaron slowly stop whatever he was doing. You felt like you were watching the pieces of the past 5 years of his life start to connect.

Your heart nearly stopped for a moment when he looked over at Jack and the phone. You thought he was going to walk over but then he continued whatever it was he was doing before hand.

When Jack finished the book, the twins had already fallen asleep. You told Jack you loved him and that you'd talk to him tomorrow to let him finish up his homework and relax before he had to get to bed.

When you said goodbye to your son, kissed Tommy and Sophia goodnight, you went to your room and cried. You wanted your husband back. You were upset he shut you out during his recovery. You wanted nothing more than to be there for him, but he didn't want you there. It hurt. It hurt really bad.

You grabbed a tub of ice cream and turned on a movie. You didn't care what you watched, you just wanted something to distract you from your life.

When you heard a "mom" come from right outside your room, you didn't recognize your twins' voices, that was a voice you hadn't heard in person in 2 weeks.

"Jackers"

Jack rushed into your room and jumped onto your bed, just like when he was a little kid. He hugged you so tight and told him how much he missed you.

"Jack, how did you - What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Uncle Dave's house."

"I brought him home."

You looked towards your doorway and Aaron was standing there. You got up from bed and Aaron said, "When Jack was reading that book, everything clicked for me. That was the book I was supposed to read to Tommy and Sophia every night before they go to bed. Everything caught up to me all at once. I remember the bomb going off two weeks ago. I remember being thrown against the wall and hitting my head. I remember just praying to whoever would listen that I would be okay so I could get home to you and our three kids."

You immediately wrapped your arms around Aaron and broke down crying. You missed him, but you finally had your husband back.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry that I wasn't more careful at work. I knew I had to get home to you and the kids and I saw everything flash before my eyes. I thought I was going to die right there."

You couldn't hear it anymore so you finally kissed him to shut him up. It was a long-awaited kiss. One with love and passion and apologies filled with it.

"Your twins really miss you. Let's go wake them up."

As you watched Aaron wake up Tommy and Sophia, they immediately yelled "daddy" and jumped into his arms. Aaron needed that reunion, the twins needed that reunion, Jack needed that reunion, and you needed that reunion. Your family was back together again. Once the twins were read their bedtime story by Aaron, they quickly fell asleep again, you two said goodnight to Jack and then you and your husband were off to your bedroom to spend the rest of the night in his arms.

[xomakara]

Love Me Now

SUMMARY | Jeno just wants to love you. PAIRING | Jeno/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, shower sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4763 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Finally a solo one for Jeno. I’m literally running out of plots haha

NCT Main Masterlist

"Please..." You were backed against the wall, your hands in front of you to stop his advances.

"I can't take it anymore." He leaned into you again, pinning one of your wrists up against the wall with one hand. His other hand moved to your face and he softly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Do you really want me to stop, Y/N?"

Your heart raced and there was a thin film of sweat covering your body as he kissed you. You couldn't remember ever wanting anyone this badly before.

"Jeno..." You whispered his name, reaching up to push his chest but he stopped you by running his finger from your temple to your jawline.

"Just what have you done to me, Princess?" Jeno whispered, leaning forward and biting your lower lip gently before nipping at it.

You wanted him so badly that you ached, feeling lightheaded and breathless as he continued his onslaught on your mouth. All you could think about was the feel of his tongue in your mouth, his strong hands on your waist.

He pulled away slowly, looking at you with a lustful glint in his eyes. "Y/N..." He breathed. "Will you give me permission to touch you?"

"Jeno...I-" Your mind couldn't even process what he had asked you.

His eyes dropped to your lips. "Yes?"

You bit your lip. He lowered his head and your eyes closed voluntarily when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. It wasn't quite enough, not nearly enough to satisfy you. The words hung heavy in the air between you both as you stood staring at each other. He ran his hand down your back, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine until he reached the small of your back.

"Jeno..." You murmured, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. "What if the others saw us? What would they think?"

He laughed under his breath. "What would it matter if you and I got caught?"

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out.

"Y/N..." He whispered, bringing his lips close to yours again. "Tell me yes or no."

You blinked once, twice and then again. There was nothing left in your brain except an overwhelming need to feel his lips on yours again. You didn't hesitate; you only knew you wanted to kiss him back. Your hand slipped behind his neck and brought him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips met yours, stealing your breath and robbing you of all reason.

It was just him, you and that moment in time. That one precious second where everything seemed right. When it felt like the whole world was spinning at a hundred miles per hour, you found your footing and everything made sense again. Everything fell into place, in the most perfect way possible.

"No...no more playing games." He said softly. He lifted your chin so you looked directly at him. "I don't care who catches us."

You nodded, not saying anything. He trailed a gentle line down your cheek with his thumb and then slid his hand to cup your face. His eyes locked with yours. "Is that a 'yes'?"

You smiled and shook your head. "Not yet."

He chuckled, making you smile wider as he brought his lips to your forehead. "Alright then..."

You pushed against his chest and tried to break free but his grip tightened. You gave him an exasperated look. "Jeno, we're attracting a crowd here."

He laughed, looking over his shoulder to see his members looking at the both of you. He looked back at you. "It's not like the guys haven't seen us before."

"That's the guys. What about your manager and the stylists?" You huffed. "I was embarrassed the last time your manager caught us kissing. I'll be damned if she sees me getting fucked by you."

He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as he let you go. "I know...but I can't help myself."

You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Can you try to wait until after your performance?"

He turned away quickly. "I'll try."

You rolled your eyes. "That means you won't try at all."

He grinned. "I'm gonna make sure you enjoy yourself so much that you forget all about how awkward it was walking in here together."

"Oh god..." You shuddered at the thought. "I'd rather not do that."

"Aw, Y/N." He whined, looking away. "If you'd rather wait, we can always go somewhere else. Home, perhaps?"

You slapped his arm. "You can wait, Lee Jeno. A few hours of no sex, won't kill you. Besides, you'll get some attention from the fans tonight."

He snorted. "But they're not you...it won't be the same."

"Stop whining, baby. We've waited this long, what's another couple hours?"

"Ugh...fine." He sighed dramatically. "I'll wait."

"Good." You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. "Now, I need you to stop being so damn irresistible. You're making it difficult for me to say no."

You waved at the rest of the NCT Dream members and the staff as you and Jeno headed out the doors to your car. You were tired and worn out from the events of the day. All you wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed. The past couple days had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. If it weren't for Jeno constantly distracting you, you probably would have collapsed in a heap somewhere.

You and Jeno rode in silence, but you couldn't help but notice his hand was inching closer to your knee every few seconds. Every time you moved it away from you, he only pulled it back to try again. If only you weren't the one driving, you wouldn't have minded his touching you in any way, shape or form. You noticed he finally stopped moving his hand after a while. Thank god because the nerves running through your body were getting too intense. It was hard to concentrate on the road when he kept moving his hand closer to you.

"When we get home, I'm locking you in the bedroom and you're never leaving it." You muttered, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Sounds good to me." He smirked, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms across his chest.

You sighed. "You're incorrigible, Lee Jeno."

"Whose fault is that?" He pouted.

You glared at him. "Don't start that shit."

He chuckled. "Did I start something?"

"Yup." You grinned evilly. "Incorrigible, indeed."

He licked his lips. "Am I wrong?"

You glared at him again. "I hate you."

"So sexy." He purred, closing his eyes as he leaned in closer to you. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to control myself when you're sitting there looking all sexy and stuff?"

You blushed as he rubbed your thigh gently.

"Fuck, you're killing me here." He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Y/N..."

"Can you not pop a boner until we get home? Please?"

"I promise." He grinned devilishly, licking his lips. "As soon as we get inside though, you better not try to resist."

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you such a freak?"

"Don't hate the player, babe." He shrugged. "Just love the game."

"I can't believe you're taking that quote literally." You mumbled, shaking your head.

He snickered, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. "I'd love to hear you complain when you're enjoying it too much."

"Ew." You grimaced. "Now stop it so I can get us home, you little perv."

He groaned, releasing your leg from his grasp and shifting in his seat. "Fine...I'll behave."

"Good." You sighed.

After you parked the car, you grabbed your bag from the trunk. Jeno followed closely behind you, giving you curious looks every few steps. As you walked into your apartment, Jeno closed the door behind him.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jeno called out as he watched you walk away from him.

"Shower first, you perv." You giggled, heading towards your bedroom. "Then we'll see."

You stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower as you stripped off your clothes. After stepping into the steaming water, you relaxed and closed your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you took a nice hot shower, usually showers for you consisted of quick rinses or soaking under the tap for several minutes. Not today though. Today you were indulging in a nice long shower, letting the hot water wash over your body and clear your mind.

Your eyes still closed, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back into the hot spray of water. They cupped your breasts and squeezed gently, massaging your nipples between their fingers. You gasped, arching your back as you pressed your body harder against them.

"Mmm...feels good doesn't it?" You heard a voice murmur against your ear.

"Hm..." You moaned, pressing your hips back against him.

"I told you I'd behave until we get home." Jeno said, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss against your neck.

"I know." You replied, opening your eyes. "But you're still annoying."

"It's in my nature to annoy you." He responded.

"And it's in your nature to be obnoxious." You retorted.

He hummed against your skin, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

You froze for a brief second before nodding. "More than once."

He laughed against your skin, sending goosebumps over your body. "Do you love me too?"

"When do I not love you, you big goofball?" You laughed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"All the time." He kissed you deeply, sealing his lips to yours.

You sighed, pushing against him as you broke apart from his kiss. "Since we're both in the shower, naked and wet...why don't we take advantage of the situation?"

His eyes lit up and he kissed you deeply once again. "Only if you want to."

"Hmm..." You kissed him back, tasting the tangy taste of his mouth. "I think I do."

He released you from his kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to keep rubbing my breasts." You whispered, tugging on his hair gently. "But I also want you to..."

"Yes?" He breathed against your lips.

"I want you to fuck me." You whispered.

"I've been wanting to fuck you since before my performance." He whispered back, kissing your neck once again.

"Good, because I've been dying to feel you inside of me." You sighed, biting your lip as he continued to massage your breast. "Make me feel that amazing cock of yours inside of me."

"Yes, ma'am." He whispered. "Give me permission and I'll fuck you right now."

"Please?" You asked, running your fingers through his wet hair. "I need you so bad, Lee Jeno."

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. "God, you drive me crazy." He murmured against your skin. "How am I supposed to handle myself when you act like this?"

You smiled wickedly, tugging on his hair again. "Because you're strong enough to handle me."

"Why didn't you answer my phone calls last night?" Haechan questioned you the next morning as you both sat at the company's cafe waiting for your drinks.

"You called me last night?" You asked him, taking out your phone from your purse. "Oh shit, you did."

"Did you go cock-crazy because of Jeno, last night? Because that's the only thing that makes sense." Haechan teasingly asked you.

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you guys always so invested in our sex lives?"

"We're all living vicariously through Jeno since he's the only one getting pussy every night." Jaemin answered as he pulled a seat next to Haechan. "Now spill the beans. What happened last night?"

You covered your ears. "I can't hear you! This conversation is for my ears only!"

They both bursted into laughter as you continued covering your ears. Finally, you gave up and looked at each of them individually. "Shower sex...it was fucking fantastic."

"Of course it was fantastic." Jeno pulled out the seat next to you, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Are we talking about Jeno and Y/N's sexcapades again?" Renjun huffed, placing his order at the counter. "Damn boy, she got you wrapped around her fingers."

"Come on, Renjun. Just because I bang my girlfriend every night, it doesn't mean you can't get some too." Jeno argued. "Besides, I'm a generous lover."

"How generous?" Haechan tilted his head curiously.

"Well..." Jeno leaned in and winked at you. "A little from column A, a little from column B."

The other boys started laughing loudly, making you cover your ears again.

"I hate you all." You groaned.

"No, you love us." Jaemin laughed. "Look, we just want you to be happy. We love seeing you and Jeno together, it's nice seeing the two of you actually dating instead of hooking up."

You exhaled slowly, lowering your hands from your ears. "Okay, that was unexpected. Who are you and what have you done to Jaemin?"

Jaemin raised an eyebrow at you. "Would you rather me say I turned into Batman overnight?"

"Maybe." You laughed. "Though if I saw you walking down the street dressed like him, I might punch you."

"Ouch, but true." He shook his head, smiling. "Anyway, back to my point. I just want you to be happy. So if being with Jeno makes you happy, then so be it."

You nodded slowly, grabbing your drink from the counter. "Thank you, Jaemin."

"Of course." He nodded. "Anytime."

Jeno grabbed your hand as you stood up to leave, intertwining your fingers with his. You smiled and pulled him along after you as you left the cafe. The air outside was cool and refreshing compared to the humid air within the building. It felt wonderful to let your skin breathe again, feeling completely free and not restrained by anything.

"You know, you could just stay inside with me." Jeno suggested, pulling you towards the car.

"And do what, my big hunk of man meat?" You teased him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"You know exactly what I would do to you." He smirked, winking.

You blushed as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for you. "See, this is why I have to keep you away from my pussy."

He laughed as he shut the door, following you into the vehicle. "If you really wanted to, you could convince me to keep you away from my dick. All you have to do is ask nicely."

"Uh huh, and what would I have to do to you, to make you agree to my request?" You smiled innocently.

"You have to tell me you love me." He smirked, looking at you over his shoulder.

"I love you, you idiot." You laughed, leaning across the center console to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Babe, do you even know how adorable you look right now?" He chuckled. "You're seriously just the cutest thing ever."

"What are you doing later?" You turned to face him as he started the car, switching the music from the radio station playing to one playing on his phone.

"Nothing, why?" He glanced at you.

"So, you're free tonight?" You asked, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"Yeah, why?" He questioned.

"Well, there's something I wanna show you." You grinned.

"Oohh, what is it?" He narrowed his eyes, giving you an inquisitive look.

"I think you're gonna like it." You mumbled, keeping your face close to his.

"Mmmm, what if I don't?" He teased, causing you to laugh softly.

"You're such a baby." You laughed. "Just wait and see, okay?"

"Fine, fine. Whatever you want, baby." He sighed, turning on the road.

Jeno dropped you off at the mall since you told him that you wanted to do some shopping. He promised to pick you up in a few hours, so you wandered from store to store, browsing the different options and thinking about what to buy. At first you weren't sure if you should just give in and buy things but when you wandered into the lingerie store, your decision was made for you.

You didn't know what would stir those loins of your boyfriend since he practically loved seeing you in everything. You couldn't resist the temptation, picking up a cute black lace bra and matching panties. You smiled as you thought about what Jeno would think when he found out.

By the time you had walked to almost every clothing store in the mall, you were exhausted. Your legs were sore from walking so much and you needed to sit down for a while. Looking around the mall for somewhere to sit, you noticed a quiet corner near a small cafe. Grabbing your things, you headed towards it, passing by some pretty girls in short skirts and high heels. They seemed very eager to try on new clothes or shoes.

Finally finding a spot to sit down, you placed your bag and jacket down beside you, leaning back against the chair and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and instantly smelled your boyfriend's cologne. That made you smile as you relaxed, remembering the past few nights spent with him. Your mind drifted to the thought of what you'd do to him later that evening.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Jeno asked, breaking your train of thought.

"Sure, let's go." You yawned, standing up from the chair.

Jeno helped you carry your bags out of the mall, stopping at a restaurant on the way home. After eating dinner, he helped you carry the bags upstairs, putting them down on the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hands in his.

"Is everything okay?" You wondered. "You seem kind of stressed out today."

"Just tired, babe." He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Mark has us practicing this new routine we're working on. It's been a long day."

"Do I have to fight Mark and the rest of the guys for torturing my handsome Jeno?" You giggled, biting your lower lip.

"Only if you really want to." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'd like to see my girlfriend beat up my members."

"That would be fun." You nodded, tracing his nose with your finger.

"Yeah, I'm sure it would." He smirked, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it. "It's good to finally relax though. How was your shopping trip?"

"Fun, exciting." You hummed, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"Oh really?" He questioned, cupping your face in his hands. "Do tell me more about your exciting adventure."

"Maybe later." You playfully swatted his arm. "Why don't you go watch some TV or something while I take a bath?"

"Alright, babe." He kissed your cheek, sliding off the bed and leaving the room.

As soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, you went straight for your bags and pulled out the new lingerie set you bought earlier. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you smiled as you thought about how much your boyfriend will enjoy seeing you in it. You carefully put on the bra and panties, standing in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. You threw on one of your large t-shirts and shorts, masking the sexy underwear underneath. Once you finished getting ready, you made your way downstairs to join Jeno.

You snuggled next to him on the couch, curling your body against his. He shifted so that you were laying down with your head resting on his chest, which made you giggle lightly. You looked over at him and he was already watching some dumb reality show on TV.

"Hey, handsome." You murmured, nuzzling into his shirt.

"Why hello there, beautiful." He said softly, running his fingers through your hair. "Didn't expect you to join me so quickly."

"Can I help it if I love you too much?" You teased him, making him chuckle.

"You're impossible." He said with a sigh. "Why do you always have to make me lose my concentration?"

"Don't worry, handsome. You won't be losing your concentration any time soon." You cooed, nibbling on his ear.

"Who says?" He purred, pressing kisses against your neck.

"This goddess here." You answered, straddling his waist and reaching for his hands to reach under your shirt.

"Oh? What's this?" He questioned, removing your shirt and dropping it to the ground. His fingers traced the hem of your new bra, running his thumb over the lacy cups. Your nipples hardened slightly from the light contact and you shivered slightly, arching your back slightly. He trailed his hands down your sides, dipping them into your shorts. "What else do you have hidden? Or maybe you want me to find it?"

"Mmm, well-" You stuttered, catching your breath as he touched your clit through your panties. "-you may not be able to see it, but I do indeed have something special for you."

"Hmm, and what might that be?" He ran his hands back up your stomach, stopping to pull down your shorts. His breath hitched, noticing the matching bra and panties that you wore. "Is this new? Did you buy these specifically for me?"

"Yes." You moaned, burying your face in his chest. "I hope you like them."

"I love them." He breathed, capturing your mouth with his. "But you look irresistible no matter what you wear. You always do, though."

"Well, thank you." You laughed.

"As much as I love seeing you in your new lingerie," he smirked, moving his hand down between your legs, "I'm more interested in seeing you naked."

"How can I refuse such a request?" You winked, pushing his hand further down until his fingers brushed against your dripping wet pussy.

His fingers slid against your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you. Slowly stroking his fingers over your clit, he kept you in suspense, driving you crazy with lust. Every movement of his fingers sent electric currents through your body, bringing forth pleasure.

You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground. As soon as the straps loosened, your breasts sprung free, jiggling lightly as you squirmed against him.

"Look at you." He groaned, sucking on your left nipple, gently flicking it with his tongue. "Such a fucking goddess. Is this all for me?"

"Only for you, Jeno." You answered, biting your lower lip. "Please use me however you wish."

"God damn, I love you." He growled, rubbing his face along your breasts. "Let me taste you, beautiful."

He wrapped his lips around your nipple and began sucking hungrily. He moved his other hand between your legs, caressing your wet slit. Slowly sliding two fingers inside of you, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, intensifying the pleasure. When he heard your moaning, he bit down on your breast harder, applying more pressure.

You didn't realize how sensitive your nipples were until he began sucking them, pulling and twisting them with each suck. You held his head closer, grinding against his hand as his fingers continued pleasuring you. When you felt your orgasm building, you cried out his name, feeling the waves crashing over you.

"Jesus fuck, baby." He moaned, continuing to stimulate you as you came.

Once you calmed down, you leaned forward, planting soft kisses across his neck.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you.

"I've never been better." You replied, looking into his eyes. "Now please get that big cock of yours ready."

"God, baby, I love how dirty you are." He chuckled, teasingly playing with your hair. "It makes me hard just imagining what I could do to you right now."

"Mmm, I could think of a couple of things myself." You whispered, raising your hips, placing his dick at the entrance of your tight cunt.

He entered you slowly, watching as your inner muscles contracted around him. As soon as he was completely inside of you, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"Mmmm, sweetheart, you feel so good." He whispered, pulling back slightly to thrust deeper.

Each time he pushed himself into you, you moaned loudly.

"Goddamn, your pussy feels amazing." He groaned, continuing to pump in and out of you. "You feel so tight around me."

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply, feeling each stroke of his dick deep within you. In and out he fucked you, bringing you higher and higher with each thrust. Every movement made you feel warm all over. Every inch of you ached for more.

With each pump, you began moaning louder, louder, begging for more. Every single touch of his body made you tremble with excitement. The intense sensations shooting through your body turned you on even more. He could have done anything to you right then and you wouldn't have cared. All you wanted was for him to keep touching you. You could hardly contain your desire to touch him as well.

As you neared another orgasm, you reached up and grabbed his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin. This only caused him to thrust faster, making your orgasm hit harder than ever.

You could barely breathe as the waves washed over you. Your whole body shook uncontrollably. Each thrust he made only intensified your pleasure. Eventually, he came inside of you, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot throughout your entire body. You could feel the release inside of you as he held you tight against his chest.

When you finally came down, you panted heavily, your breathing erratic. Finally coming back to earth, you opened your eyes and saw Jeno staring at you. He had a devilish grin on his face and it caused your heart to skip a beat.

"My god, you're incredible." He whispered, still thrusting his dick inside of you.

"You're insatiable." You gasped, closing your eyes and gripping his arms tighter.

"Never enough." He groaned, leaning in and kissing you passionately. "You drive me wild."

Your lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to enter your mouth. Sensing your hesitance, he slowed down his pace, not wanting to hurt you after having such a powerful orgasm. Once you relaxed, he picked up speed again, pumping in and out of you, savoring every moment.

"Again?" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Let me recover first. Please."

"Nonsense, beautiful." He grinned, bringing his lips back to yours. "There is nothing wrong with going twice in one night."

"Fuck you and your crazy stamina." You sighed, smiling at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before rolling over onto your back.

You watched as he crawled on top of you, pulling you towards him. Wrapping his arms around you, he stared deeply into your eyes. You brought your hands up to his face, gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

"Jeno..." You whispered, tracing his lips with your fingers. "Thank you."

"For what?" He questioned, kissing your forehead.

"For everything." You answered, holding him close.

"Anything for you, beautiful." He answered, kissing your lips again. "You deserve everything wonderful in life."

"Oh really? What if I want more?" You asked, causing him to laugh.

"Babe, there's nothing that you could possibly ask for that I would deny you." He promised, lowering his lips to yours once more.

"Good, because I have a few ideas." You whispered, running your hands over his back. "I'll let you know when they come to me."

"Sounds like a plan." He answered, lifting off of you. "In the meantime, let's go to bed so I can keep loving you."

You let out a gasp as he lifted you from the couch and made his way to the bedroom. Within minutes, he had you lying in the middle of the bed, while he climbed in beside you.

"Okay, if you're going to take advantage of me while I'm half asleep, I'll wake up and slap your ass." You mumbled, causing him to laugh.

"Haha, sounds like a deal to me." He answered, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around you. He pulled you close, kissing your cheek and eventually your lips.

After some time passed, you fell asleep in his arms.

[paulyenvol6]

Bound by Flame (Chapter 14)

Contains: no warnings really

Wordcount: ~2.44k

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It was a grey afternoon when Aegon Targaryen finally arrived two days later.

There was a gathering, fanfares and music for the future lord of the seven kingdoms and in addition to Maera and the court there were also some common borns that watched as the crown prince hugged his father.

"My son is back!" he shouted and proudly patted his shoulders.

Aegon had grown into a handsome and slender man, silver blonde of hair and a pronounced jaw. He smiled shyly and waved to the people and then made his way to greet the rest of his family that he hadn't seen in so long.

Maera returned her brother's croaked smirk and then closed her eyes when he wrapped his arms around her.

"How are you, sister? I've heard so much…"

"I'm fine. And very happy."

The hug had lasted only a few seconds and then he held her a little away from him to examin her accurately.

"It's very good to see you," he said after a while and then was quick to turn to Daemon.

"Uncle," he spoke a lot more reserved.

An amused smirk played around the addressed's lips and he inhaled deeply.

"Nephew. How was your tour? I haven't heard a great deal about it."

"No wonder. You seemed to have been occupied elsewhere. Getting my sister pregnant, for example," Aegon hissed sharply and flashed his eyes at Daemon.

Maera's uncle watched him with a mixture of amusement and menace.

"Be careful with your words. You wouldn't want to humiliate your sister in front of the whole court, would you?"

His nephew scoffed and shook his head.

"That's not what I'm after, no. But it seems like that's what you had in mind when you kidnapped her and dragged her to dragonstone."

Maera just had to intervene now and tried to push her brother away from her husband.

"Please Aegon. Don't make a scene. Everything is fine, you don't need to step in for me."

"I'm not making a scene," he answered the anger clearly showing off in his voice. "I'm trying to defend my sister and restore her honour. If there's anything left of it."

Now it was her uncle that narrowed his eyes at the crown prince and his facial expression turned cold.

"Now you're insulting your sister. And as her husband it is my place to tell you that you're not to say another thing about my wife's honour. Have I made myself clear?"

Aegon chuckled and flared his nostrils in the next moment. "It's not your place to tell me what to do!"

To Maera's relief her father finally noticed the confrontation between his brother and his son and he furrowed his brow while approaching the scene. She sighed thinking that someone with a certain authority would finally deescalate whatever this was.

"Aegon," he hissed and placed hand on his shoulder. "Behave yourself."

Unwillingly his son took his eyes off Daemon and instead glared at the king.

"How can you accept this? How can you host him like that and feast with him in your own halls??"

Maera instinctively reached out to her uncle and blindly searched for his hand which he gave her and she gripped it tightly.

"This is a lawful marriage, son. And you wouldn't actually assume that I would send my own brother away and deny him a place in my court, would you? You should apologize to your uncle for questioning his marriage."

For the first time Aegon seemed defensive and lowered his gaze. His father observed him expectantly and seemingly waited for another complain but he just looked like he was searching the ground for something until he lifted his gaze again to glance at his uncle.

"Forgive me, uncle," he breathed and judging by the way he had gulped, these words had been hard for him to say.

The addressed nodded graciously and this smug smile just wouldn't vanish from his face.

Soon the process made their way back to the castle and in the meantime Viserys announced that there would be a feast in honour of the crown prince's return tonight and the surrounding lords and ladies cheered and smiled at the royal family.

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In the evening a couple of handmaidens helped Maera prepare herself for the glorious ball that her father had described the upcoming feasting as and watched the crimson velvet fabric of her dress in awe. It exposed her collar bones and was tight on her torso which made it a form-fitting gown fit for a wedded princess. The dress fell down to the ground looking both heavy and effortless at the same time with the hem touching the ground just slightly like a brush of a finger. She also wore a necklace that felt cold when it touched her but its rubin looked glorious on her light skin.

Daemon who had gotten dressed in a different room knocked on her door just when she was finished and Maera thought that he might be able to read her thoughts.

His eyes flashed up when he laid them on her the first time and he unshamelessly regarded her whole body. Under his gaze Maera felt both intimidated and beautiful and suddenly she felt like her skin was in flames.

"You look stunning," he whispered so quietly that she knew those words were only meant for her ears. "Absolutely beautiful."

Maera broke into a smile and felt this familiar heat between her legs when her husband pressed a kiss on her forehead. She felt like she was turning into an animal when he was that way. When he gave her these intense eyes, watched her as if she was all he had ever wanted and spoke to her so gently that Maera believed she genuinely had never been loved by someone like this before.

"Thank you," she breathed and tried to focus. It indeed was a bad time to feel heated because there was a feast they had to attend and so Maera exhaled a few times and she savoured the breeze that came with the opening of the door. The dizziness faded and she felt stronger on her feet as Daemon guided her through the corridor heading to the throne room.

They were greeted by her brother who actually seemed to pull himself together and returned the honest smile Maera gave him. Then they took their seat next to the king and Maera let her eyes wander over the room.

The hall was generously decorated with candles, tapestries and the Targaryen banner majestically towering beside the king's table. A group of musicians played lively music and lords and ladies were already exuberantly dancing in the middle of the room. Soon Maera felt too excited and jittery to sit around and questioningly looked at Daemon.

"I wish to dance, uncle."

He had just lifted his cup to his mouth and watched her with raised eyebrows while taking a sip of wine. Then he placed it back on the table in front of him and a playful smirk appeared on his lips.

"Is that so?" he asked and ran his hand over his wife's thigh.

"Please. I don't want to sit around all night."

He chuckled lightly but then sighed and got off his chair.

"Alright. If I may?" he asked sarcastically while offering his niece his hand. She felt a bubbly feeling in her tummy and joyfully took his hand.

Daemon guided her down the few steps to the dance floor where she spotted several lords of her father's small council as well as his hand. Her husband rested one of his hands on her waist and then the couple started to move to the music.

Maera smiled up to him. He looked so gorgeous in this light and she simply loved it when his eyes turned so soft and loving. There was a smile on his mouth as well and right now there was nothing sarcastic about it. It was a genuine, honest smile and she couldn't help but feel proud knowing that she was one of the few people in this world who got to see it. Gods, she wanted him so badly in every way someone could want a man. She wanted him to love her, hold her, touch her and praise her. And seven hells, she wanted to carry his child again.

"Kiss me," Maera whispered quietly and now his smile turned into a smirk again.

"Tsk tsk. That's not the kind of behaviour fit for a princess," he said with his raspy voice and Maera swore she felt her heart beat faster just because of the sound of his voice.

"Please," she demanded again and this time Daemon inhaled loudly but looked amused rather than annoyed.

He leaned down and pressed his soft lips on hers. She knew that it was not only inappropriate but also disrespectful towards her brother who had so explicitely expressed his dislike regarding her marriage to Daemon earlier but she couldn't care less. The only thing Maera cared about was the gorgeous man in front of her who only loved her.

But the kiss didn't last long either way because he soon pulled away hinting at the fact that unlike her, he hadn't utterly forgotten about his good manners. He watched her glossy eyes that showed how much she yearned for him smugly and then ran his thumb over her waist just very slightly.

"You're making it very hard for me not to take you away from the feast and up to my room right now."

Maera felt goosebumps on her arms but just when she wanted to answer the music suddenly stopped and the dance was over. That was also the moment when someone approached Daemon from behind and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"If that's not Daemon Targaryen," a voice said and Maera blinked a few times trying to figure out who the slim small man was.

"Otis," Daemon chuckled and didn't seem to have any difficulties recognizing him.

"Maera, this is Otis, a good friend from my childhood. And Otis, I don't believe I have to introduce the princess to you."

She smiled when the man bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you, ser," she said. "We haven't seen each other in years, have we?"

Otis asked and grinned at his old friend. "That much is true."

"How about a drink together? We have so much to talk about."

Daemon nodded but then his eyes fell upon his wife. He really didn't feel like leaving her alone especially considering the fact that there were so many lustful lords in this room who were probably only waiting for a chance to creep up on her. But at the same time Daemon didn't want to reject his friend and he really wanted to know what he had been up to those past years. So he would just have to trust his wife.

"I will be back soon, love. I'm just gonna go sit outside with Otis for a little while so we can catch up," he spoke and kissed Maera on her forehead. "Don't do anything stupid, you understand me?"

She nodded and observed her husband while he rubbed over her shoulder one last time before heading out with his friend. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice the man staring at her at first but once Daemon had left the hall she turned her head only to look right into the eyes of Cylvin Lannister.

She had known him since she was a child and had always despised him. She hated the way his eyes clenched and Maera had found herself feeling scared of him as a child but now he just disgusted her. His company was definitely the last thing she wished for now so the girl started to make her way through the crowd but unfortunately he was faster than her and managed to cut her way off by stepping in front of her.

"Princess," he said and bowed his head.

Maera gave him a forced smile that he seemingly couldn't distinguish from an authentic one because he took it as an invitation to kiss her hand.

"You look lovely tonight, my princess."

"Thank you," she said curtly.

"I hope your husband is aware of his luck. Having the most beautiful woman in the room at his side, I mean." Cylvin grinned and she felt the urge to throw up right in this moment.

"He is, thank you," Maera answered and was certain that by now her disgust was clearly visible on her face. "Will you please excuse me now, ser? My father has asked for my presence."

She gave him her sweetest smile but before she was able to turn around and walk away he stopped her by placing his hand on her shoulder.

"But sweet child, your father seems pretty engrossed in a conversation, he can surely do without your presence for a few more minutes."

At this point Maera grew very angry and was about to give a snappy answer when she heard another voice.

"Excuse me ser, but he can't. You won't mind me escorting the princess to his grace now."

She turned around and looked into the familiar face of lord Jakor Hightower, a lord in her father's council. Cylvin grinded his teeth but acted indifferently towards him.

"Of course, yes."

The rest of his mumbling Maera couldn't understand but it didn't matter now because he had turned around and left the dance floor. The girl exhaled loudly and looked at her saviour.

"Thank you, my lord."

He smirked at her croakedly. "You're very welcome, princess. I saw you and believed that you might need some rescue."

Maera chuckled and was able to relax now in lord Jakor's presence, who she had always liked for his calm and even-tempered character.

"Yes, he… I've never liked him and he wouldn't leave me alone."

"I don't like him either. He smells of burnt hair, for some weird reason. And spoiled cheese."

Maera had to laugh out loudly and then furrowed her brow.

"I don't like his eyes. They're mean and… evil."

Jakor looked at her thoughtfully but then smiled softly.

"Don't think about his eyes then. May I have this next dance, princess?"

She only fought for a brief moment with herself. He had rescued her so it would be rude to refuse.

And it was only a dance after all and Maera knew Daemon to like and respect the lord as well.

He surely wouldn't have anything against it.

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I swear, the next chapter will be longer!!

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[temis-de-leon]

Obey Me and Lonely MC

How I imagine the very few moments before MC was summoned to the Devildom

Gender neutral reader (please correct me If I'm wrong)

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CW: angst, panicking and body pain, nothing explicit, college student MC sharing apartment, shitty college experience, lonely MC but the sad type of lonely, they're kinda depressed. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer welcome MC, but they're barely there

Please enjoy!

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You only had time to close the door before the floor under your feet started sinking like quicksand, bending in waves and violently shaking your body.

Everything beyond the entrance seemed completely normal: the wood was as hard as it could be and the tiles shone as they always did, yellow and cheap thanks to the faded lights in the apartment.

Still, nothing there was brighter than whatever the fuck was illuminating your body from underneath. Where exactly you weren't sure, but it came from below.

It was weird.

It was too much.

You threw your backpack away from you, your computer possibly breaking with the fall under the weight of multiple books, before rummaging through all your pockets in search of your phone.

There had to be someone you could call. Someone. Anyone.

The blood pumped in you ears and your fingers struggled to unlock the screen while you screamed your roommates' names with a trembling voice.

You were alone.

How in fucking hell could you be alone?

Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating! Stress could do that to you, right? Exams had been hectic those days and your sleeping habits had been disastrous for weeks, often leaving you empty at best and anhedonic at worst. That had to be it! Your brain was malfunctioning due to sleep depravation and high cortisol levels, also causing a decrease in balance and a permanent state of alert.

You were unnecessaryly panicking because your body was tired. It was as simple as that.

You. Were. Fine.

So you let your knees give up, wincing a little when they hit the floor. Your coat, always your favourite, was warm as a blanket and taking it off felt like a herculean task.

Your body followed its own weight, leaning forward until your hands touched the wood and kneaded like it was some kind of weird bread dough before you fully laid down. You felt as if it was absorbing your energy, draining it completely and making you lose your vision.

You thought you saw red surrounding your siluette in a circle, but your mind was too far gone by then, too tired to process anything that catched your brain's attention.

It could've been seconds or hours until you opened your eyes again. The possibility of being days was also there, but how could you be sure?

Flesh hard under your skin and blood slow through your veins, there was nothing you could feel but pain and the faint smell of sulfur.

Was there a leakage in the building?

And since when did your apartment have such high ceilings? Made of stone with stained glass... You'd never seen them, haven't you? You'd remember if you did.

Someone was talking to you. Not any of your roommates, of that you were sure. The voice was too deep.

You sat like a spring, dizzy and too aware of your surroundings, adrenaline kicking in. It did smell like sulfur, but it was going away, letting your nose catch instead what was probably a really expensive cologne.

There were men around you, you realized, all staring at your perplexed expression with amusement, as if you were a new addition to the zoo. And they were tall. Like... tall tall.

One of them, dressed in red, spoke to you again, but your ears were clogged. You weren't intentionally ignoring him, you just couldn't hear a single shit. You could barely hear your own heartbeat.

Were you still alive?

"Hey... Ah!"

Your voice sounded like a whisper for only one second, but it was enough to pop your ears and make you scream and grab the sides of your head in anguish. Someone, not the one in red, spoke again in a tongue you didn't recognize and made the pain disappear like mist.

"... where you are?"

"Human"

"Human! Answer the prince!"

What fucking prince?

"What?" you finally asked in a creaky voice.

"Do you know where you are?"

The redhead spoke one final time. He seemed to be the nicest one, but you couldn't fully trust the tallest dude you'd ever seen who also had yellow eyes.

Not light brown. Yellow. Bright yellow.

"I don't know, man... Hell?"

You were being sarcastic, but the smile in his face told you something completely unexpected.

"You see, Lucifer? Barbatos? They seem to be aware of their surroundings!"

"I'm not sure that's the case, my Lord"

Hell.

You were in hell? Of course you were.

It did make sense once you thought about it. Come on! Floor sinking under your feet? And your dumbass believed it was due to stress! How could it be stress, dummy? Hell was the obvious answer!

Although conscious, you became too foggy to coherently answer any of their following questions. It sounded like they already knew what they wanted to hear and they were just making sure you also knew it.

Name, age, gender, nationality... Not even your rommates knew half of that, so how did they?

Maybe you were schizophrenic. How far could schizophrenia go?

"So, do you agree?"

The redhead with yellow eyes... A demon? Lord Diavolo. The Prince of Hell.

He looked at you with childish eagerness. Lucifer and Barbatos, if those were their actual names, didn't seem as happy.

Diavolo wasn't asking for your permission. If he actually wanted your permission, he would've sent you a letter or even waited for you in your own apartment like a creep. But you were already there. Asking that was just courtesy. Politeness.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

You remembered your backpack, computer surely broken and library books all wrinkled and smelly, reeking of mold. The two roommates that never came to your rescue and your inability to think of someone that would come in a second just because you needed help.

You'd be an unsolved crime. A YouTube clickbait.

That seemed better than letting college steal your money and will to live before throwing you to the wolves.

"Sure, man, why not?"

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[himluv]

It's morning, and I'm still in bed, having pre-coffee thinky thoughts. Mainly about Veilguard lol.

I'm thinking about why I haven't talked about Solavellan in datv much yet. This blog has become an almost exclusively Lucanis Dellamorte blog these past few months 😂. But, I've been obsessed with Solavellan for 10 years. They are my otp. Soooo what's going on?

Under the cut because length and SPOILERS.

1. I genuinely haven't fully processed the Solavellan ending yet. I've done it twice and I sobbed both times and it hurts SO GOOD. But I still feel like I haven't let it get all the way in yet. I'm keeping it at arm's length just a little bit because... Ow.

2. I'm mad at Solas. We see him at his worst in datv. It's been a decade of solitude and desperation and he is wearing that Fen'Harel mask non-stop. He's lost sight of himself (if he ever had a good grip on the concept in modern times). And... I didn't really understand just how much I loved Varric until this game. Because, now I can't see fanart of him without tearing up. I can't play datv without crying over him. And while that also hurts SO GOOD (and I love tragedies), I also cannot forgive Solas for killing Varric and then LYING about it and USING Varric's memory against Rook. Like... I have a lot to unpack there but it feels unforgivable to me.

3. But, how I feel and how Riallan Lavellan feels are two different things. She loves him still, after everything. Not to say they won't have some very big serious talks in the Fade and that she isn't mad at him, but she ultimately does forgive him. And, so there's a gap between me and Ria at the moment that's going to take time for me to process before I can start writing them again (I very much want to write them again).

4. I love my Rook, Embria Aldwir. Like, so so much. And I LOVE Riallan, but she's much more removed from me and my personality than Embria is. When I play DA games for the very first time I usually play as/for myself, then make a second character to RP and actually establish my canon. But... in datv, Embria hit all the right boxes and notes. My first run felt like canon and I have latched onto this girly harder than ANY of my previous DA ocs. I can't wait to explore in fic how Embria and Riallan's paths cross and what their relationship becomes, but I'm not there yet. I'm still cooking.

4. My biggest reason for not yapping more about Solavellan is that... The fandom around Solas has become incredibly toxic and almost... Invasive. Like, I love him and love seeing gorgeous art of him and Lavellan, but also... The takes are frequently bad and the body swap mods are getting egregious (like c'mon, he would not do that and you know it). I know this is a personal squick, but for me, anything that feels that disingenuous to the character is a complete turn off. Seeing him do things he would. not. do. makes me wonder if people even actually like him? Or just some weird version they've cooked up in their mind these past 10 years. Idk, I'm just seeing a lot of stuff in Solavellan spaces that is actually making me like Solas less, because of how fans treat him AND other fans. Which... Sucks. So, I'm trying to preserve MY Solavellan, my beloved, tender, tragic otp, and to do that I can't really participate in fandom about them. At least, not right now when everything is fresh and feverish.

So, yeah. That's where my head is at re: Solavellan. I love them. I just have a lot of complicated feelings about them right now. So I'm gonna keep playing and learning with Lucanis and Embria. Don't be surprised if I come out of nowhere with a giant fic involving all of them in like, five years (I didn't start writing Solavellan until 2019, even though I shipped them right after DAI released).

And, if you made it this far and also enjoy tender, tragic Solavellan, I have a fic to give you:

Inevitable

It's complete, and follows Riallan and Solas from the very beginning, to just after Trespasser. Canon-compliant, in-between moments with eventual smut.

It is the fic of my heart. I spent the better part of four years writing it and sobbed when it was done. Please read it if it sounds like your jam.

And of course, it comes with a playlist. Enjoy!

[calumsargwife]

'i told them about you.'

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: for the first time in a while, Calum tells his friends about you

warnings: bad language maybe, mentions of drinking or smoking. (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

word count: 1.9k

note: hey! i know this took a while but here it is! i hope you guys like it. question: do you think i should also write for other people? maybe characters from movies or smth. tell me your thoughts!

"So, how's this new girl going?" Luke asked with his second drink of the night in hand.

As they normally do, the boys had gotten together today to hang out, to see each other in another context other than work (as if they didn't see each other every day already).

They had dinner and were now having some drinks prepared by Ashton, who had 'accidentally' made the drinks a little stronger than normal.

"Yeah, you haven't told us anything about her." Michael added as he sat in one of the single chairs.

Calum sighed as he took a drag on his cigarette and sat down in the large armchair in the living room, trying to hold back a smile as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

"What's that smile for, uh?" Ashton teased and pinched Calum's arm, also with one drink on the other hand.

"Don't know..." Calum modestly answered.

"Aw, c'mon. Just tell us something!" Michael insisted.

"How long have you been dating already?" Luke questioned as he smiled mischievously at the other two boys.

Ok, the truth is, you two weren't dating, you were still just getting to know each other and the boys knew it, they just liked watching Calum get all red.

"Two months." Calum answered shortly as he diverted his gaze towards the large window, which gave the view of of the tall illuminated buildings; the suppressed smile on his lips made his cheeks hurt. He remembered that surely you would love to have one of these windows, you liked to have a great view of the entire city.

"And...?" Ashton pressed.

Calum took another drag of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke and sighed to give the long-awaited response to his friends. "Wrote a song about her."

There was a moment of silence as everyone processed what was said until Ashton spoke again. "There's no fucking way." He spoke in disbelief while he leaned his back on the chair in surprise.

"A song?" Michael asked you. "About this girl?" The boy turned his head to look at his friends with wide eyes. "You've never done anything like this so quickly."

They weren't wrong. Calum was normally one to have casual relationships, he said he was in a moment in which he couldn't focus on a completely exclusive relationship with so much commitment. I mean, he and the guys were at the peak of their career now, they were recording an album, doing a lot of interviews, maybe they were going on tour and... well, he just didn't have the time.

So it's obvious that his friends are confused. Calum was quite strict about the rule of not dating for a long time.

"What changed?" Luke asked, who was now analyzing his friend a little more.

"Her." Calum responded immediately without taking his eyes off the window. "She changed everything." He said now taking his eyes off the window and looking directly at the group. "She broke every rule that I could have ever set for myself."

Calum finished his cigarette and placed it in the ashtray on the living room table. "So, I wrote her a song."

"Damn."

"I know." Calum sentenced with a smile while he rubbed his hands and played with one of his rings, the one you gave him for his recent birthday. A birthday that the boys assumed had ended early because of you. "I just really like her, you know?" Calum raised his head to look at his friends. "I know it sounds crazy but..." he tried to explain himself.

"No, it's alright... I get it, really." Luke interrupted him. Calum quickly turned his eyes to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, man." Luke answered with a smile and looked at his friend tenderly. "Maybe you're falling in love, who knows." He teased.

The boys laughed at the joke. Calum laughed lightly and looked out the window again, instantly thinking of you. Luke's joke resonated in his head, maybe it wasn't that crazy.

That night While Calum was telling the boys about you, that same night, they spent the night over together at Michael's and Calum was the first to wake up and leave. He didn't say anything but he was walking frantically around the house while he picked up his things and had breakfast with his friends, who were very relaxed sitting in their chairs while looking at Calum with an amused expression.

Once in his car, Calum began to reflect. He had to pick you up at your house in exactly twenty minutes to go have lunch together at his house.

He knew he had changed, he knew he was different and that things were different with you. And he didn't see it as a bad thing, really. Because for the first time, he was taking his time to do things the right way. He wanted to know you well before making things official, he wanted to know you deeply.

Calum was enjoying this little secret situation of getting to know each other. He liked that no one knows what's happening and that it is something that only he can witness. He was fascinated by the feeling of privacy and that no one could steal those moments, they were his and his alone. So, telling his friends about you was a big step for him.

Calum liked you a lot, so he couldn't contain his smile as he turned the corner of your house while simultaneously trying to remember that spice you like so much in salads, he wanted to have it mentally written down.

His smile widened when he saw you standing waiting at the door of your house. He got out of the car and came out to greet you with open arms.

"Hello there, beautiful." He greeted as he eagerly brought his lips to yours without waiting for any response from you.

You giggled before connecting your lips to Calum's. "Hey..." You received another kiss from him on your cheek. "I missed you."

"Me too." Calum had recently started to admit that he missed you when you weren't together. You couldn't deny that you liked the feeling of him missing you. It warms your heart a little every time he says it.

Calum at first was... complicated, to say the least. You really had a lot of patience and trust in the process because this guy wasn't easy. He was very closed to the idea of being in a relationship again or even trying to be in one. It took a while for him to really open up fully, you knew who he was before you started dating and Calum was careful about it. He thought that at first he couldn't trust you, but oh how wrong he was.

You were the most fantastic person Calum had met in recent years: completely honest and spontaneous, you were really patient with him, you never rushed him or pressured him into anything.

Maybe it sounds like you chased him around but the reality is that it was Calum who asked you out (as contradictory as it may sound) after having seen you several times in the same places as him, he developed a crush on you the moment he saw you.

So being here now, opening his car door for you to go to his house, makes it seem like everything was really worth it.

"Have you made any progress on that song you told me about?" You asked after the trip started, your hands intertwined, you felt Calum's finger lightly caress your hand. You definitely didn't know that Calum had written you a song.

Calum smiled to himself as you remembered what he told you, something he was excited about. "A little bit yes, we've been with the boys defining the chords a little so then moving on to polishing the lyrics a little more."

"Sounds fun." You answered him while with a sweet smile observing the panorama through the window.

Calum looked at your profile for a bit and sighed discreetly.

"And how are you doing with your thesis?" He asked you now. "Have you been able to find out anything else or...?"

You laughed a little before answering. "It's not a thesis, it's a research." You gave him a tender caress on the cheek when you saw that he didn't remember the difference. Calum did know the difference, he just likes to play dumb with you so he can see you explaining the same thing to him for the fifth time. "But it's going well, we changed the methodology so it's giving us better results."

The small, casual conversation continued throughout the remainder of the trip. Once they arrived, you didn't wait for Calum to open the door for you before rushing to his house, eager to see his little dog, Duke.

"Why do you seem more excited to see my dog than me?" He asked with an amused smile as he reached your side at the door.

"Because I am." You answered without looking him.

"Rude." Calum answered as he pretended to be offended.

You giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Once the door opened, Duke instantly jumped onto your lap. While you were busy greeting the dog, Calum went to the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

Minutes later you joined him and you began cooking a simple but delicious lunch: a classic pasta. Calum was fascinated, he'd never tell you but deep inside he was completely giggling and kicking his feet. Everything came so naturally to the two of you, nothing was forced and you functioned as if you had known each other your whole life.

After a while, the two were eating in Calum's dining room. You made casual small talk, mostly in silence as you enjoyed the food. Calum savored this moment and tried to imprint moments of this tranquility into his brain.

"You know..." He began as he took a sip of his drink. "The guys..."

"Your bandmates?" You finished his sentence.

He nodded. "I told them about you."

Now you were in shock.

He told his best friends?

He told them about you?

You did know that they knew Calum was seeing someone. But that he told them specifically about you.

Wow.

Now that was a big step. Especially for Calum. You knew how much his bandmates meant to him, how much he trusted them. You also knew how Calum hadn't been in anything serious with anyone for quite some time, so it was probably a surprise to them as well.

You swallowed nervously. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, and they were happy for me." He answered you with a sweet smile as he blushed a little and looked down at his plate.

"Well, I'm happy for you too." You told him with your most honest smile as you took his hand across the table and gave it a light caress.

"They want to meet you..." Calum told you, a little nervous that you would say no. "And I want you to meet them too, honestly."

"Seriously?" You tried to contain your surprise. It wasn't a secret that you were also a fan of the guys's music, so you felt the pressure.

Calum nodded with a smile and looked into your eyes again. You saw hope in them, he didn't want you to say no. "Then I would love to, it would be an honor, really."

Calum smiled happily and pulled your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting at the table. He smiled and sat you on his lap. "Thank you, it means the world to me." He told you with a genuine smile while with one hand he caressed your waist and his other hand cupped your face and brought you close for a sweet kiss.

As you shared that kiss, Calum couldn't help but feel a great emotion inside of him, for the first time in a long time, he had a good feeling about this.

[gazetto-no-ki]

2024.12.05 Ruki IG stories:

(1) Feel free to ask questions or chat every once in a while 👽🔥

(2) Ruki Update. The sample stickers are so cute, I had to stick one on. Might edit them and release them someday. 🤲

(3) Ruki Update, Part 2. Surrounded by the best staff, we had a great photoshoot. 👏 This story is a long one, so I’ll post about it in the future. 📨📮

(4) Look forward to lots of things in December, too! 🔥

On Twitter: "Just now, I opened up my Instagram stories for some questions and casual chat after a long time. Let me hear what you think 👨‍🚀📨"

1) Q: What kind of work have you been doing lately?

A: I’ve been working on music production, next year’s tour merchandise, and things beyond that. I’ve also been continuously working on NIL since summer. Right now, I feel like staying active rather than resting brings more fruitful results, and above all, it keeps my mind feeling healthy. 🍁

2) Q: Have you been anywhere on a walk recently?

A: In the second half of this year, I’ve often taken the time to visit various places.🚶 There were many memorable spots, so I’ll make another post about them before the year ends. 📨📮

3) Q: Have you been to any art museums recently?

A: There’s one I want to go to, but it hasn’t started yet. It’s something I’m really looking forward to.🖼️ If you have any recommendations, let me know 🙌

4) Q: Do you ever feel like you have the “professional disease”?

[Background image is from Chainsaw Man manga chapter 180 and reads "Uh-oh. It's almost time. This is it. I'm losing it. I'm going crazy, so you can disappear now"]

A: Pretty much my whole life.

5) Q: Do you think you'll get another pup?

A: No, I can't. I still haven't been able to throw away his bed. One of my goals is to completely change the interior of my house next year.

6) Q: Thank you for the story mentioning letters. You even included Hong Kong—thank you so much. It made me really happy.

A: I’m truly happy and grateful to receive letters from all over the world. I spent hours reading them. Please feel free to send more! 📮

7) Q: I'm looking forward to the new NIL products ♪ What will they be?

A: This year, I couldn’t switch out my wardrobe with the seasons, so I made items I want to wear right now. I also didn’t get a chance to change my interior decor, so I created things that can easily change the atmosphere and vibe of a home. Additionally, I wanted to capture "my current self," in a tangible way, so I completely shifted my mindset during the design process. It ended up being meaningful for me personally, and I felt happiness in being able to preserve it in this form. This was my 11th production overall. I’ll share more about it in a post later! 📮

8) Q: Thanks to my husband, I’ve become completely hooked ♡ I recently joined HERESY, and in March, I’ll be attending my first live show.

A: Just about a month and a half left until I get to see you all. Please tell everyone I look forward to seeing you in March😎

9) Q: What’s your current motivation for living?

A: You guys. This will never change, so don’t make me say it over and over again. 🤝🙆‍♂️

10) Q: It’s hard to recognize the moments when your heart regains its strength, isn’t it? But just breathing makes everyone amazing and a genius.

A: Even if you know it in your head, we’re not robots, it’s natural for emotions to have ups and downs. 🤝 There are no numbers written on your face telling you how much energy you have today, your age, your weight, or anything like that. That’s why I hope you don’t worry too much about what other people think and instead cherish the time you spend enjoying the things you love. This year, I’ve felt that it’s important to prioritize that for myself as well. Let’s make the most of the remaining month together and have wonderful days ahead. 🍁

On Twitter:

"I answered a few questions, but why do I keep getting asked about my favorite miso soup and oden ingredients? 🍲"

"Thank you for sharing what you're working hard on or what you're struggling to overcome. I’ll find time to respond to all of them and I plan to save it in my highlights."

"It's about time I get back to work 👨‍🚀"

11) Q: Ruki-san, let's go for a Harley ride lol

A: Rather than that, let's make glasses together again lol 🤝 inari_tsuchiya

12) Q: How do you deal with people whose personalities don’t align with yours?

A: Looking back, I’ve somehow managed to climb to a position where I don’t have to interact with such people. Even so, when I must engage with people in those environments, I try to respect them, thinking they probably have many sides I don’t know about. But I still keep a certain distance and avoid getting too close. Also, to put it simply, I don’t have the time to think about people I don’t get along with.

13) Q: I’m moving at a snail’s pace, but once I’m mentally ready, I will definitely go to another live show.

A: I’ll always be waiting for you. I’ve also received a lot of messages asking, “When is the world tour?” That’s definitely something I want to make happen in the near future. Come see me, because I’ll be coming to see you too🏃

[lilbardrhi]

Mistletoe... Mishap?

Pairing: Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Reader/You

CW: Silly child being silly and demanding things; ~smooch~; much fluff~

Author's Note: Happy holidays, @lostintransist!!! All of the Gary smooches for you, always! You were an amazing belated birthday present. <3

"Mommy! Mommy! They're under the mistletoe! That means they have to kiss, right?!"

There's so much commotion and I'm so focused on the work email on my phone screen that it doesn't register right away what the small child is saying. However, just to check, I look directly up at the celing of the hotel lobby and- oh, shit. There's misteltoe there. My head immediately swivels to the seat next to me. Sure as shit, there's somebody seated there.

That "somebody" is also looking up. He must have realized I was looking at him, though, because he looks at me too. There's a small smile on his face and he looks at the mistletoe, then back to me with a questioning look.

My eyebrows shoot up. Is he... suggesting we kiss? I study him for a few moments. He's handsome and- oh, jeez. The kid is making upset noises.

"Mommy, they're breaking Christmas rules," she whines.

"Suzie, stop," the mother whispers desperately.

Before I can truly react, I see the man shrug and lean closer to me. Then his lips are on my cheek and gone within a few fleeting seconds. My face warms a bit as the child cheers. The man moves his hands in- oh, that's sign language. Shit.

"Could you... repeat that?" I ask hesitantly.

I hope that didn't upset you. Just figured I'd help that mom out a bit and avoid the disaster that would have likely been her daughter's holiday tanturm.

That's what I think he said at least. My sign language is a bit rusty so I had to fill in some gaps. While I'm processing what he says, he pulls out his phone. I figure the conversation is over until I hear a male voice from his phone telling me exactly what I assumed he said. Guess my sign language isn't as bad as I thought.

"I don't mind," I assure him with a smile. Then I lean closer to say, "I'm glad we managed to avoid a holiday meltdown from a child."

My smile turns a bit playful and he smiles back. Then he types on his phone again.

"My name is Gary," his phone informs me.

"It's nice to meet you, Gary." I give him my name in return.

"What brings you to the UK? It's the holidays. One would think you'd be at home celebrating."

"Ah, well... my family decided they didn't want to celebrate at home this year," I chuckle. "So a bunch of us flew out here to celebrate. Soemthing new to shake up our holidays a bit - or at least, that's how it was pitched to me." I chuckle softly at how my family conned me into making it to the UK for a holiday vacation.

Gary gives a silent laugh at my reaction as he types on his phone.

"You're very beautiful, by the way."

"Trying to get an actual kiss out of me?" My tone is teasing and there's a hint of a smirk in my smile.

"Maybe, but it's the truth. Plus we're still under the mistletoe. Is my plan working?"

I let out a true but quiet laugh.

"I haven't decided yet, but thank you."

We talk for a while longer. He tells me a bit about the area - his hometown - and where to find the best holiday treats. Eventually, my phone chimes and it's family thins time.

"Ah, they're gonna be here soon," I tell him as I stand from the couch we were on. "Thank you for your company, Gary. It was really nice getting to know you and learn about the best places for local treats."

He stands quickly as he types something in his phone.

"I'd like to give you a gift before you leave, if that's alright? Two, actually."

I check the time on my phone. Family won't be here for another few minutes so... why not? How bad can it be?

"Sure, but I don't have anything to give in return," I point out with a small smile.

He shakes his head, smiling, then steps closer to me.

"May I borrow your phone?"

Confused, I slowly hold out my phone. He does what he intends very quickly and so I can see. Oh! He's adding his number. Once the new contact is saved, he passes my phone back to me.

"In case you need any other tips for local holiday treats."

I smile at him in thanks, but before I can verbalize my thanks, his hands are cupping my cheeks and tilting my face towards him. His lips are on mine shortly after. It's a short and very gentle kiss, but still a kiss. My cheeks warm, but I allow him to do so.

When he steps back, his cheeks are a bit pink and he has a sily, lop-sidded smile on his face. Then he signs to me.

Happy Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Gary," I respond softly.

Maybe it's not such a terrible thing, not being home for the holidays. New experiences to have, new treats to try.

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