#i'm really pleased that we got our heights to match

[arlar]

for real though, i am so proud of how our twins cos turned out alphinaud is me, alisaie is @nothingforjuice

3D print files by @dangerous-ladies patterns for alisaie by @indigojinjo @awishwee took this picture and i love her

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Butter

Joel Miller x F!Reader

{ Main Masterlist }

Rating: None

Summary: What if Joel doesn't forget to buy himself a cake for his birthday? But by the time he remembers, all the bakeries in his neighbourhood are closed - except yours.

Warnings: No outbreak AU, pure fluff, mentions of baking and food, meet cute, some sexual tension but very mild stuff compared to my other fics, single dad!Joel being a sexy menace, reader has a nickname related to her job, reader has an accent similar to Joel, very lightly edited, not my best work, but I'm in my writing for fun era 💁🏻‍♀️

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: It's here! This was an exercise in speed writing, and just putting words to paper without overthinking anything. I really enjoyed writing this sweet little piece, this is dedicated to @psychedelic-ink who has been the biggest cheerleader for this idea since day one. Happy birthday to our favourite single dad who never lived through a cordyceps outbreak ❤️

September 26, 2003 was supposed to be a good day.

It’s Friday, after all. Not that the weekend is relevant to you anymore, with Saturdays and Sundays being the busiest days for business. But you have a date for once tonight, and you’re determined to enjoy it.

If you can get the goddamn security shutter to close, that is.

Standing on your tiptoes, you pull futilely at the bottom of the metal shutter with both hands, but it refuses to budge. You lament the sweat seeping through the fabric of the nice dress you changed into, the hem reaching almost indecent heights on the back of your thighs where it’s climbed up. And you don’t have to look at your reflection to know that stress has already smudged the edges of the eyeliner you hurriedly painted on as soon as you got the last customer out the door.

You can be forgiven for not noticing the wash of yellow headlights over the windows of the shop front and the sound of rolling tyres as a truck pulls up on the curb outside the bakery, until a gravelly voice pipes up behind you alongside hurried footsteps.

‘Ma’am, please tell me you’re still open.’

You tap on the ‘Closed’ sign through the window without turning around, determined to wrangle the shutter into submission. ‘Bad luck buddy, come back tomorrow. We open at nine sharp.’

‘No I can’t, I’m so sorry, but I need a cake now.’

Curiosity turns your head, and over your shoulder, you find a broad-shouldered man in a dark tshirt and casual jeans standing a respectful four paces away. Under eyebrows sloping downwards in a pleading angle that matches the slant of his moustache, his warm and imploring eyes are on you.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but I really need to go,’ you say. ‘Can you give me a hand?’

‘Look, I’ll do you one better. I’ll fix the shutter for you for free - if you sell me a cake.’

You purse your lips, the prospect of saving on what looks like an inevitable repair bill tempting. ‘You can fix it?’

‘I’m a contractor,’ he replies, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a battered looking wallet. ‘Here’s my card, if you think I’m bluffin’.’

Miller & Associates is printed in bold across the top, and underneath, is presumably his name and cell number. Glancing up at him, you say, ‘Look, Mr. Miller, I really want to help, but I’m late for a date, and I’m all sold out of cakes today -’

‘I’ll take anything you got. Cupcakes, cookies, whatever you have left,’ he cuts in, then apologises in quick succession, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I’m sorry to be so pushy - I’m not, usually - but I promised my daughter I’d bring something home, and by the time I remembered, this is the only place I could think of. Please.’

You feel the exact moment your resolve crack, and then fold like a goddamn lawn chair. What can you say, this contractor really knows how to work those puppy eyes, and you can never say no to a man who refuses to let their kid down. 

Especially when the man looks like this.

Shooting off a text to your date to push back your dinner plans, you nod towards the door. ‘Alright. C’mon in, Mr. Miller.’

‘Nice place you got here,’ he remarks politely, hovering by the entrance as the fluorescent lights flicker on, his manners impeccably southern. 

‘You don’t have to flatter me, I’ve already let you in,’ you joke, lips quirking at the way he flusters. ‘But I appreciate it. You been here before?’

When he smiles, you notice the corners of his eyes crinkle charmingly. ‘No, but I know I’ll be comin’ back.’

‘I wasn’t lying when I said I was out of ready-made cakes,’ you tell him, holding the door open to the kitchen so he can come in after you. ‘But I have some cake layers in the fridge so I can put together something fairly quickly.’

He ducks his head in a manner that tells you he’s not used to demanding things, and protests, ‘I don’t want to put you out. I meant it, if you just have some cupcakes or somethin’ -’

‘Listen, you promised your daughter a cake, didn’t you?’ you interrupt.

He shrugs. ‘Well, yeah I did -’

‘I’m guessin’ it’s for a birthday?’

He nods sheepishly. ‘It is.’

‘Well, as a baker, ‘mfraid I can’t let a cakeless birthday happen on my watch, Mr. Miller,’ you insist, opening the fridge door with a flourish. ‘Let’s see what we have here. Cake for three, I assume?’

‘Two, actually.’

Hopefully you’re as discreet as you think you are when your eyes drop to his left hand - his fourth finger is conspicuously ringless.

Interesting.

You hum, considering the mismatched options in your inventory. ‘It’s gonna be a bit of a Frankenstein’s monster of a cake, if you don’t mind. How does chocolate and vanilla layers with cookies and cream frosting sound?’

‘Sounds perfect,’ he answers without skipping a beat. ‘Thank you, ma’am.’

You shake your head, hands full of cake rounds wrapped in cling film as you nudge the fridge close. ‘Please, call me Bri, Mr. Miller.’

‘And you can call me Joel,’ he says in return. ‘Is Bri short for somethin’?’

Laying the cakes on the work surface, you reply, ‘Yeah, Bri for brioche, like the bread. It's a silly nickname.’

The single dad surprises you with a low whistle. ‘Can’t say I saw that comin’.’

You grin. ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Joel.’

You don’t often have an audience while baking, and you find yourself talking Joel through the steps while you prep everything for assembly.

Swirling a spatula through the tub of buttercream you made earlier that day, you explain, ‘I just need to whip up some of this frosting so that it’s nice and soft for putting the cake together. You wanna help me break up some Oreos so we can make it cookies and cream?’

‘I’m all yours, chef,’ he says, one corner of his mouth curling into a teasing smile that has no business warming the apples of your cheek as it does. ‘Just tell me what to do.’

While your Kitchenaid whirrs to life, whipping air into the buttercream, Joel wields a rolling pin, smashing a generous helping of Oreos into crumbs in a Ziplock bag. The almost exaggerated care with which he moves speaks to inexperience in the kitchen, and you muse that either his kid makes up for it in that department, or they live off takeout.

Eventually, he picks up the bag and looks at you in a question. ‘I think I’m done?’

You smile and tap the lip of the mixing bowl. ‘That’s perfect. Why don’t you tip in the crumbs straight in here?’

Before you can step back to allow him space, Joel’s taken two strides towards you, and his arm brushes your shoulder when he lifts the bag and tilts the contents into the frosting. He’s warm and solid, and damnit, he smells good - like sawdust and sweat.

The thought comes to you unbidden - what a man.

There’s a lull, and only when you feel the weight of eyes on you do you realise that you missed his question.

‘Did you say somethin'?’ you squeak, embarrassed.

‘I said, is this ok?’ he repeats, nodding at the mixing bowl.

You nearly stumble over your words. ‘Yes, yes it’s perfect.’

He watches you closely, a touch of concern in his brown eyes. ‘You ok there, honey?’

‘Yup,’ you chirp, far too cheerfully. ‘Just need to mix it all up now -’

If you had your wits about you, you would stir in the crumbs first and set the machine on low. But this man somehow stole said wits by sheer proximity to you, and you accidentally start the Kitchenaid on high, an indignant yelp escaping you when Oreo dust flies aggressively out of the bowl along with a splatter of white buttercream that lands squarely on the front of your dark knit dress.

‘Oh shit!’ you cry out, frantically turning off the mixer. ‘Shit shit shit!’

Over your panicked mantra, Joel is calmness itself. ‘Hang on, honey, I gotcha.’

He makes a beeline towards the sink, grabbing a tea towel and wets it under the tap with a bit of dishwashing liquid. It all screams competent single dad, and you find yourself staring at his unfairly large hand, mapped with thick veins, holding out the damp towel for you to take.

‘Thanks,’ you stutter self-consciously, the tips of your ears hot while swiping at the stain. ‘That was a rookie mistake. I promise I’m actually a good baker.’

He gives you a wink to put you at ease. ‘Don’t worry, I believe you.’

Starting over, the mixer hums as it gently incorporates the Oreos until the buttercream is a speckled grey and doubled in volume. ‘Looks like it’s ready. You wanna taste, Joel?’

‘Sure,’ he says. ‘D’ya have a spoon or somethin’ for me?’

‘You can use your fingers,’ you reply, and it's too late to take it back.

You feel the back of your neck heating up when he shoots you a meaningful look, just a touch of mischief in the tilt of his lips. 

‘Can I, now?’ he teases.

You try a nonchalant shrug that probably comes off as painfully awkward. ‘This batch is just for you, I won’t tell the health inspector if you don’t.’

Joel chuckles, his strong shoulders quaking. And so you watch, shamelessly, as he raises his right hand, index and middle fingers at the ready, before diving into the metal bowl, scooping up a generous dollop of buttercream. There’s a peek of his pink tongue when his plush lips part, and then he sucks his fingers into his mouth with a gratuitously loud moan, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

When he turns to you with a pained expression on his face, maintaining eye contact all the while licking an errant streak of frosting off the side of his middle finger, you gape at him for a whole five seconds before you manage to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

‘Good?’ you barely manage to squeak.

‘You betcha, honey,’ he declares, then adds, ‘Mind if I double dip?’

He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know it, but a hot flush runs through your body and you swallow thickly. ‘You can do whatever you want, cowboy.’

You don’t think you’re imagining the wicked glint in his answering stare - you’re getting yourself into trouble, and don’t you know it. 

Clearing your throat, you attempt to thwart your mind's dangerous descent into the gutter by changing the subject. ‘So, I can do somethin’ really snazzy that I think your daughter would like - do you know what a piñata cake is?’

He shakes his head. ‘Sounds dangerous.’

‘Hardly,’ you chuckle. ‘It’s a cake filled with sprinkles, so when you cut into it, it’s a sprinkles surprise!’

He lets out a playful sigh of relief. ‘As long as there’s no whackin’ involved, it’s good by me.’

You gesture at him to follow you across the room. ‘And here’s the fun part - you get to choose the sprinkles.’

Joel whistles at the reveal of your compulsively organised sprinkles cabinet, each shelf sorted by colour, shape and size. He quips, ‘Is this what the inside of your brain looks like, honey?’

You grin. ‘Pretty much. What’s your daughter’s name?’

‘Sarah.’

‘What colour does Sarah like?’

‘Any and all shades of pink.’

‘I can work with that.’

Now that everything is ready and waiting on the work surface, you pull out a lazy Susan and plonk a cake board on top of it, dusting your hands dramatically. ‘Alright, Joel. Ready for the magic to happen?’

Making himself comfortable next to you, he leans on his elbows, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the way his tshirt stretches and strains over his back. ‘Go ahead, I’m ready to be impressed, honey.’

Filling a piping bag full of the cookies and cream buttercream, you ask, ‘You wanna get your hands dirty?’

He raises his palms in surrender. ‘I’ll leave it to you, I don’t want to make you any more late for your date.’

You’re used to working with much bigger cakes, so this one doesn’t take you long. With a cookie cutter, you carve out a small circle from each cake round, then you stack and fill the layers with buttercream. After loading the shaft in the middle with all manner of pink sprinkles, you stopper the top with the cake cut-outs.

‘How old is Sarah turning today?’ you ask conversationally while you spin the cake around, smoothing on the crumb coat.

Joel looks up, surprised. ‘Oh, it’s my birthday today, not hers. ‘

‘Wait, what?’ you cry, throwing your hands up. ‘I made this cake with Sarah in mind - it will literally be vomiting pink sprinkles!’

‘I’m a girl dad. I like pink,’ shrugs Joel easily.

You huff, using an icing smoother to make sure the buttercream is even all over the cake. ‘I would pop the cake into the freezer to firm up before adding a final layer of frosting if I had the time, but this will have to do.’

‘It looks great,’ Joel assures you as you put the finishing touches to the cake, with buttercream swirls all around the top and a final baptism of sprinkles.

‘There, all done. Lemme box it up for you and this bad boy is ready to go.’

‘Amazin’, thank you so much,’ he grins. ‘Please, lemme do the washin’ up while you’re at it.’

‘Oh, Joel, you can’t,’ you protest, but he’s already grabbed the mixing bowl and all the bits and bobs stained with buttercream. ‘You’re the birthday boy!’

‘Least I can do,’ he shoots back over his shoulder, already halfway to the sink.

‘Well no, you promised to fix the security shutter for me, remember?’ you call after him.

‘Damn, I was hopin’ you’d forgotten about that.’

Joel cleans up with a practised air, humming under his breath as he waits for the water to heat up and the soap to lather. You watch him from the corner of your eye while you secure the cake inside the box, throwing in a birthday candle for good measure. You’ve just tied a nice ribbon around the cardboard box when he puts away everything in the drying rack and wipes his hands dry.

‘Didn’t expect you to be good at that,’ you tease, moving towards the door.

‘Sexist much?’ he jokes, no real bite in his retort. Then by way of explanation, he tells you, ‘I work late, so Sarah usually cooks and I wash up afterwards.’

‘Sounds like you guys make a good team.’

Joel helps with the lights and locks the door, and you stand to one side when he grabs the security shutter and forces it into submission by brute force. You can’t help but stare when the bottom of his tshirt rides up, revealing a soft sliver of belly underneath, his biceps bulging and back rippling as the shutter is finally forced shut in a metallic ripple.

You give him a smile. ‘Well, happy birthday, Joel.’

‘Thanks again for the cake.’ He looks around, as if looking for your car, but the sidewalk is empty except for his truck. ‘How are you gettin’ to your date?’

‘I was just gonna call a taxi.’

‘No, you ain’t,’ he nods towards his ride. ‘C’mon, I’ll give you a lift.’

‘Oh, no, it’s late, and you should be getting back to Sarah -’

‘I spoiled your date, so please, let me,’ he insists, holding the door open on the passenger side. Hop in.’

Joel takes the cake off your hands and puts it in the backseat carefully, putting the seat belt over it while you climb in. Glancing over your shoulder, you see toolboxes and newspapers on the floor, and it smells like paint and wood dust.

‘Sorry it’s a bit messy, occupational hazard,’ he apologises as he straps himself in. ‘So, where are we goin’?’

‘Do you know the steakhouse on Third Street?’

‘Vaguely,’ he replies, pulling smoothly away from the curb. ‘It sounds fancy.’

‘You been?’

‘Nope, I barely have time to go anywhere nowadays. It seems like I’m only ever in bed, or at work, or in my truck.’

You turn to smile at him, admiring the way his his thick fingers around the top of the steering wheel, making it look so small. ‘I feel you. Small business owner, am I right?’

‘I hear ya,’ he shoots you a smile. ‘So - what’s the deal with tonight? First date?’

‘Fourth, actually.’

He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively. ‘Fourth date? You know what happens on a fourth date, honey.’

‘I don’t, actually. Tell me, what happens on a fourth date?’

He blows out his cheeks, and admits, ‘Honestly, I can’t tell ya. I haven’t been on a fourth date since 1991.’

You burst into laughter at his unexpected answer. ‘You’re such a dork, Joel Miller.’

When the truck rumbles to a stop outside the steakhouse ten minutes later, he looks at his watch and announces, ‘Here we are, only fifteen minutes late.’ Squinting through the windshield, he points at a man smoking outside, an impatient frown on his face. ‘That him?’

‘Yeah, that’s him,’ you nod, but you stay put in your seat, in no hurry to make a move.

Joel nods, tapping his tidily trimmed nails on the steering wheel. ‘So I’ll swing ‘round tomorrow after work with my toolbelt? ‘Round six thirty?’

‘A toolbelt? What a sight to look forward to,’ you rib, slowly reaching for the seatbelt and unbuckling it.

‘Hell yeah, it’s got a special clip for my Nokia and all,’ he adds mischievously.

'You must fend off the ladies by the dozen,' you tease.

'Daily,' he answers without skipping a beat.

You probably shouldn’t have, especially not with the guy who you’re supposed to be on a date with glaring daggers at you through the windshield. But there’s something cackling in the air between you and this man you just met not an hour ago, and the way the streetlight filters through the window, backlighting his messy curls and scraggly beard, that has you throwing caution to the proverbial wind.

Impulsively, you lean across the gear shift, your left hand finding purchase on his knee before pressing your lips to the side of his whiskered jaw, your kiss fitting right into that little heart-shaped patch on his beard. 

You’re not sure who’s more taken aback, but you don’t have time to find out. 

‘Happy birthday, Joel Miller.’

He smiles after you as you hop out of his truck.

You’ve just sold your last cupcake of the day when the bell over the bakery door rings. And sure enough, it’s Joel Miller crossing the threshold, right on the dot at six thirty.

‘Hey, Bri,’ he waves, hovering half-in and half-out of the shop, a slight awkwardness having set in overnight.

But it's ok, you're happy to pick up where you left off. Putting your hands on your waist and a cheeky grin, you quip, ‘Wow, you weren’t kidding about that toolbelt, huh?’

Your chest swells as you watch him thaw with an easy smile, and he banters back, ‘I’m a man of my word, honey. You ok with me gettin’ to work now?’

‘Yes, thank you. I’ll be cleanin’ up back in the kitchen, I’ll join you when I’m done.’

Joel shoots you a thumbs up. ‘Great. I’ll grab the ladder and get right to it.’

When you emerge fifteen minutes later, he’s on the fourth rung of the ladder, tinkering the rolling mechanism with a screwdriver and a studious frown on his brow. He looks like he’s wearing the same thing as yesterday - you can believe that he’s a man who buys the same tshirt in bulk - and he smiles at you when you duck out of the shop.

‘Did Sarah like the cake?’ you ask in casual conversation.

‘She went nuts over the piñata surprise,’ he replies. ‘And the cake was delicious, there were hardly any crumbs left when we were done with it. She says we’re definitely ordering a cake from you for her birthday.’

‘I like the sound of that.’

‘How was your evening?’ he asks, glancing down at you from his perch. ‘Did you find out what happens on a fourth date?’

You let out a dry laugh. ‘Yeah, I did, actually. He dumped me.’

Joel freezes, a scowl darkening his countenance. ‘Oh shit, what? Why?’

You shrug, leaning your weight on the ladder as you look at the ground. ‘I mean, I did show up an hour late in some other guy’s truck. And I guess probably shouldn’t have kissed you on the cheek right in front of him.’

You startle when Joel’s fingers slip under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. ‘It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.’

‘Honestly, you don’t look that sorry, Joel Miller,’ you joke.

He cocks his head to one side. ‘Well, I can't lie, I think you deserve better than him.’

‘Do you now?’ you prompt. ‘Who do you have in mind?’

Joel peers at you from under long lashes with a half-smile that's almost shy. He dodges your question, and says instead, ‘I didn't mean to ruin your night, let me make it up to you, honey.’

‘How?’

Deftly, he climbs down the ladder, landing squarely on two booted feet, his presence comforting as he looms over you, his eyes warm. ‘Can I buy you dinner?’

‘Like - a date kind of dinner?’

‘Yeah, like a date,’ he nods.

You can’t help the dig. ‘And you were just sayin' you haven’t been on a date since...?’

He flashes you a smirk, and you shiver when his hand brushes your waist. ‘Since 1991. Tough sell, I know - but I thought I’d give it a shot.’

Running a finger along his sharp jawline, softened by the endearingly untidy beard, you have to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from giving away too wide a grin. ‘Why, I think I have a good feelin’ about you, Joel Miller.’

Catching your wrist in his fingers, he presses a sweet kiss to your knuckles, the rough graze of his stubble chasing goosebumps across your skin as his eyes smile at you. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then, honey.’

More notes: I hope you enjoyed this sweet little oneshot 🥰 I really leaned into the fluff and I have no regrets. Comments/reblogs/asks are much appreciated as always! I don't have plans for a second part right now, but a smutty follow-up is always a possibility...

The adorable dividers are by @firefly-graphics 👩🏻‍🍳

[fandomfucker]

pls could you write another one shot off Rhea , Dom!Rhea x sub!Reader, with the prompt “Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.” btw your last one shot was just perfect 💜

Warnings: 18+ There is light smut in this! (Dom!Rhea, Sub!Reader, kissing, hickeys, oral and penetration mentioned, slight ownership) as well as a creepy man😔

A/N-This one is short and doesn't go very far so I'm sorry but please enjoy anyways. There will be another more detailed Rhea smut coming soon!

Word Count: 1,067

I waited backstage in the WWE arena for the night as my girlfriend, Rhea Ripley, fought against her former friend, Raquel Rodriguez.

Rhea had been on the road for over two weeks straight now, having her normal TV appearances along with house shows and PPVs so we hadn't seen each other in forever which gave me the grand idea to surprise her backstage at her last Raw show.

Dominik stood beside me as we watched Rhea on the screen before us. She was kicking Raquel's ass. And she looked smoking hot while she was doing it.

She wore her usual black bottoms with purple feathers and a cut-up T-shirt depicting herself on the front. She wore black knee-high boots that gave her an extra inch in height along with her famous 'Mami' choker as her hair swung wildly around her face.

A few minutes into Rhea's match, I felt a pair of eyes on me. Trying to turn my head around as discretely as possible, I saw a man staring at me from across the room. He looked like an average 45-year-old man but as he stared at me and we made direct eye contact, a chill washed over me and I got a bad feeling.

Dom looked over at me when I visibly shuddered, his eyeline shifting to see what I was looking at. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stiffen before wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his body in a side hug.

While Rhea and I weren't secretive about our relationship, some men had chosen to ignore it and occasionally go after me anyway when Rhea wasn't around to fend them off.

I relaxed into Dominik's side as we continued watching the match, cheering quite loudly once Rhea won and her title was returned to her.

As the screens went black, insinuating a commercial break, the man from before stepped in front of the screen, forcing me to look at him.

Dom's arm got tighter around my shoulder as the man spoke.

"Hey cutie, I was thinking that after the show tonight, we could go out and grab drinks?"

He was rubbing his hands together in a really sleazy way that made me uncomfortable.

But before I could answer him, someone behind me answered for him.

"She already has plans."

I turned around, a cocky smile now growing on my face as I saw my girlfriend standing there, pissed as hell.

The man was also now visibly pissed. "Well, I think the little lady here can speak for herself. You don't own her."

I beat Rhea to the response this time. "Actually, she does."

I slipped out from underneath Dominik's protective hold on me, sending him a suggestive wink as I twirled around feeling certain that he could hold his own against this man, moving towards Rhea.

Grabbing her hand, I interlaced our fingers and began to pull her down the hallway back to her dressing room.

Rhea walked ahead of me into the room as I closed the door behind us. She was seething as she paced the room in front of the couch. I locked the door to ensure we wouldn't be interrupted before walking up to her, placing a hand on her forearm causing her to stop in her tracks and look at me.

Anger and concern swirled in her eyes, mixed with a protectiveness over me. She stepped closer and held my hips in her hands. "Are you okay?"

I gave her a reassuring smile as I nodded up at her, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear and out of her eye.

Standing on my tiptoes, I brushed my lips against the column of her throat, dragging them across her throat over to her ear. "Please mark me, I want everyone to know I'm yours."

That seemed to ignite a flame in her as she immediately locked one hand around my throat, the other still on my waist, using the hand around my throat to guide me to the couch.

The backs on my knees hit the edge and I automatically sat down, looking up at her as I waited for her next command.

Her hand was still wrapped around my throat, just loose enough to let me breathe freely. Her thumb began to trace circles around my racing pulse as she got down on her knees in front of me.

She pushed my knees apart with the hand that was formerly on my hip, pushing herself between my legs to where her hips met the edge of the couch. The hand that clutched my throat let go and dragged down my front to the hem of my t-shirt. Well, really, it was Rhea's I had just stolen it to wear tonight.

I lifted my arms above my head in a show of consent for her to take my shirt off and she immediately took it off as fast as she could.

She stopped and stared at the lacey purple and black bra I'd worn for her and licked her lips, her tongue piercing catching the overhead light.

I grinned down at her as our eyes met and she laid a hand on my stomach, pushing me down against the cushions.

Her lips brushed against my skin all the way from my waist up to just underneath my chin as she teased me. Goosebumps grew along my body at her touch.

"God, I missed you," She murmured against my skin, getting only a moan from me in response.

What was left of her lipstick left stains on my skin as she kissed her way back down, savoring the feel of my pebbled flesh on her lips.

Having waited to be told to take off my bra, once it was finally off, Rhea rolled each of my nipples between her fingers as she left my boobs covered in bruises, marking her presence.

She left hickeys all down my body—the biggest ones between my thighs and on my collarbone. Not only just marking me, but claiming me as hers.

My favorite mark, however, was the one she left on the lip of my pussy just before taking my clit into her mouth and sucking as her three main fingers were inserted into me.

The moans she created in me could be heard outside the door and the hickeys were blatantly obvious if the stares and refusal of eye contact for the next few days were any indications. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing beats belonging to Mami.

[cyripticchronicler]

Quidditch Confessions - James Potter

My first fanfiction!! sorry it's kinda bad I'm really tired </3

In celebration of Gryfindoor winning the quidditch match, James takes his girlfriend on a ride around the school.

Warnings: Kissing

Masterlist

The cheers of the crowd are deafening as the commentator announces the winner of the quidditch game. Gryffindor, of course. I scream just as loudly as the others, a grin plastered on my face. Everyone scrambles to reach the field, eager to be the first to congratulate the team and I follow suit, gripping Lily’s hand tightly so we don’t get trampled. 

We finally reach the field and push our way through the bustling crowd. I perk up when I spot James talking to Sirius, a grin spread across his face. As though he can feel my stare he looks up, green eyes meeting mine. Ignoring everyone else, he makes his way through the crowd, people parting like the Dead Sea. 

He doesn’t waste a second in lifting me off my feet and twirling me around. I laugh shyly, not used to this kind of attention and wrap my arms around his neck. He puts me down, arms wrapped around my waist and I have to bite my lip to stop my smile from growing. 

“Congratulations, Baby,” I muttered, giving him a peck on the cheek. James scowls playfully, cheeks flushed from the cold. “You missed.”

My eyes widen and my cheeks flush. Without letting myself think for too long, I stand up on my tip toes and give him a quick peck on the lips. 

Everyone heads inside for the after-party and I go to follow but get pulled back by James. “You coming, James?” Sirius asks. James shakes his head, “Not tonight. Have fun.” Sirius raises a questionable brow but leaves it at that, following the rest of the crowd inside. 

Then it’s just us, the sun going down leaving a beautiful sunset. “Fly with me?” He asks and my eyes widen. 

“I have a fear of heights,” I state. 

He nudges his nose against my cheek, “I know but you’ll be holding onto me the whole time. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sensing I’m still unsure he flashes his best puppy dog eyes, “Please.” 

I sigh, giving in, “Okay.” James wastes no time in grabbing his broom and hopping on. I clumsily hop on behind him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. 

Ever so slowly we get higher, and my eyes squeeze shut, head falling against his back. James’s laugh is croaky against my chest, “You can’t appreciate the sunset if your eyes are shut, dummy.” I scowl against his back, but hesitantly raise my head anyway, taking in the view. 

The wind blows my hair across my face and I’m thankful James can’t see how crazy I look right now. 

I don’t look down, instead focusing on the boy in front of me and how pretty the sky looks tonight. Warm reds and pinks paint the sky, clouds shimmering in the distance. The wind blows James’s hair back, his grin wide. His happiness relaxes me and I loosen my arms around his waist ever so slightly. 

“I’m proud of you,” I mutter against his shoulder, thinking back to how he caught the snitch, movements calculated and agile. 

“Thank you, Baby,” His voice is watery like he’s on the verge of tears, “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

I smile but it drops when I notice we’re going higher, nearing the roof of Hogwarts. “James?” I squeak, arms wrapped tightly around him again.

He laughs, patting my hand gently, “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

I shake my head, “No, no, no Jame-” I cut myself off with a scream, blood rushing to my head and eyes squeezing shut as James aims the broom towards the ground, hooting in laughter. 

The ground gets closer and I ready for impact, hiding my head in James’s neck- The broom jerks up at the last minute causing my stomach to twist. Not shortly after, James lands safely on the ground. 

I hop off immediately, not wanting to spend any longer on that death stick. I hear James try to control his snickers behind me and walk off. 

“Okay, okay,” He grabs my arm, turning me and pulling me against his chest, “I’m sorry that was mean.” 

“I hate you,” I say, though I sink my hands in his hair and massage slowly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

“You love me,” He corrects and I smile slightly. 

“I guess I do.” His chest shakes as he laughs, “I guess I love you too.” 

I nod my head, “Duh.”

His eyes flicker to my lips and I lean in, moaning softly when his lips touch mine. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip gently and I open my mouth. The kiss is slow and gentle, his hand holding my jaw as my own pulls slightly at his hair, enticing a moan from my mouth. 

He pulls away, breathing heavily and rests his forehead against mine. 

“I’m going to marry you someday,” He whispers. 

I smile softly, “I count on it.”

[thistledropkick]

I translated the first ever interview with Young Lion Mikami Kyosuke, published on New Japan’s website, from March 8, 2010.

Hit by Hansen’s bull rope and awakened to pro wrestling! A quick interview with anticipated newcomer Mikami Kyosuke

The Act Tower Tournament was held in Hamamatsu on March 7th. There, a newcomer made his long anticipated debut against Taguchi Ryusuke.

His name is Mikami Kyosuke. Influenced by pro wrestling since childhood, he joined the prestigious Senshu University’s wrestling club in order to become a professional wrestler. We managed to catch Mikami for an interview before his match! In this first-ever interview, we talked to him about his current state of mind, his passion, and information about himself.

- Your debut match was decided rather abruptly, wasn’t it?

M: Yes. I was told five days ago. And I’m still about to b*rf (from stress.) I thought “Well, I’m debuting after Fale” (laughs) (Fale Simi Taitoko = a trainee from the same class / debuted in April)

- Mikami, please tell us about your background.

M: I did judo and amateur wrestling, and then entered Senshu University on a wrestling sports recommendation from Nigata prefecture’s Maki Agricultural High school (now Maki Sougou High School)

- That’s a famous college with a prestigious connection to pro wrestling, right?

M: Our coach was Hase Hiroshi (ex pro wrestler, current Lower House member) and Nakanishi (Manabu) would watch over our training sessions as well. Hirasawa (Mitsuhide) was a third year student there when I was a first year. But, I dropped out……

- Excuse me for asking, but why did you drop out?

M: Because I didn’t go to class. I was an economics major but I don’t have any interest in economics (laughs). I originally wanted to do pro wrestling, which is why I originally started amateur wrestling in the first place.

- So, after that?

M: I tried to enroll with New Japan Pro Wrestling, but my application didn’t make it past the initial screening. My dad scolded me, saying “What’re you gonna do about your student debt, you bastard!” and I thought “This is really bad” as I moved back to my hometown. 

I owe my dad a large amount of money to pay off my student loan. So after that, I worked construction for about a year, and then for about four years I was a freeter working at restaurants, at a beach resort, a pachinko parlor, and so on. But then in May of 2009, the (New Japan Pro Wrestling dojo) admission test rules changed, and the height restriction was removed. Hirasawa said “Hey, what’re you gonna do? You gonna go for it?” and I submitted the application one more time.

- And in June 23rd of 2009, you became a student. Were you always a pro wrestling fan?

M: Yeah. Due to my dad’s influence, I always was. When I was still in preschool, I got hit by Stan Hansen’s bull rope at an All Japan show, and my pro wrestling awakening began. All Japan, New Japan, FMW, I loved ‘em all.

- Did you tell anyone about your debut?

M: My parents and my local friends. And later I told my friends on GREE [Note from me: GREE is a gaming social media ap, so this is kind of like telling your Steam friends or something] I told them, "I'm gonna be in a match." The reactions from everyone were pretty intense. Because I hadn't told anyone I was a trainee at New Japan. I only told everyone once the company officially announced it and posted my name on the website. As you might expect, my mother is worried about me. But my grandma, who loves pro wrestling, said “YEAH, GO GET EM!” (laughs)

- What is your special move?

M: I’m just debuting right now, I don’t have a special move yet (laughs) But, since I’ve been doing amateur wrestling for so long, I think I’ll concentrate on a single leg, double leg, and tackle.

- And your “sales point” is?

M: I’ve got a stocky body type, but I’m going for “chubby yet agile.”

- And your rivals are?

M: Right now, the students in the dojo are Fale and Takahashi, and classmates are perfect as rivals. And of course I’m aware of Hirasawa as well.

- What kind of wrestler do you want to be?

M: Most of all, I want to be someone that everyone wants to cheer for. Basically, it’s stupid, but I love attention (laughs) I want to be the kind of pro wrestler that makes the fans yell “DO YOUR BEST!”

- The opponent you want to fight is?

M: There are too many to even name.

- Finally, express your enthusiasm to us in one sentence.

M: Anyway, pleased to meet you all and thank you for your support, I’ll keep working hard and doing my best. Taguchi is IWGP Jr Tag Champion so, having a person like that as my debut opponent is an incredible honor. Anyway, I plan to use the things that he has taught me. Pleased to meet you all, thank you for your support.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hello, may I ask for an Earthspark or TFP match-up, please?

My height is 5'3 (160cm). Im nonbinary and asexual, and I use any pronouns. I have brown, curly, short hair and green eyes. My skin is very pale, and I usually look pretty tired. I wear black clothes. Im a pretty calm and level-headed person. I really enjoy deep conservation, music, dancing, reading, and stargazing. I can read pretty much anything. I really like learning new things. Im sarcastic, and I like to tease my friends. I am extremely loyal to my friends, and I show my affection for them through gifts, quality time, and doing them favors. I tend to talk a lot about topics that I am interested in. I usually stay calm when people panic, (even if I'm screaming on the inside). Im trying to be as open-minded as possible to everyone, as long as they are doing the same thing to me. I love animals, especially raccoons. I think they are just adorable (I also have a cat and two dogs).

I have a pear-shaped body, but I'm also a little bit chubby. I have some scars on my arms and legs (mostly because I scratch my wounds when I'm stressed). Im anemic, which means that I get tired easily. Im also lactose intolerant. I often have random pains, but I don't know why. I also have an anxiety disorder (I bite my nails and lips a lot because of it). I would rather spend time indoors than outdoors, but I will not pass up an opportunity for a picnic :3.

I dislike loud noises and crowded places. I can't speak in front of a large group of people, and I have trouble making eye contact. I also hate when someone is bullied. I like spending time with someone when we both just do our stuff in one room. Im a pretty awkward person at first, but if I get close to you, I become more talkative and funny. People always tell me that when they first saw me, they thought I was intimidating. I often hum some music while doing something.

I think thats all. I apologize if this is chaotic. I never wrote a request. I hope it's not too much. Feel free to not write anything at all if you can't come up with anything <3.

Have a nice day and remember to take care of yourself!

Yandere TFP Megatron

Megatron is a cruel decepticon with a distaste for organics, so when he grabbed you into his servo he went to crush you right before Prime’s optics. He grinned viciously down at you, and your dead stare made him pause. Even the bravest of his kind looked more fearful than you. 

Before he could even form a coherent thought, he had transformed around you and flown away. When he got back to the Nemesis he was angry with himself- but he didn’t realize that as he threw you to Knockout, ordering him to watch you.

While you were scared, you did like the quiet of this place. It was almost soothing. 

Knockout peered down curiously at you. At your obvious exhaustion, he commented. “If I didn’t know better about your fleshies, I’d say you’re half dead.”

You stared back up at him, not quite making eye contact. He noticed your avoidance, but said nothing as he scoffed and went back to working. 

Megatron questioned himself as to why he brought you along, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He ended up sitting you on a table in his room while he worked. You were mostly quiet, but your curiosity showed as you looked at his computer. 

His booming voice asked what you were doing, and you covered your ears. Megatron wasn’t sure why he did it, but he lowered his voice and spoke again. “What are you looking at?” 

“....your screen. Sorry.” You bit your nails nervously. Megatron turned away, silent. 

It was weeks before he sat you on his shoulder. He didn’t speak, clearly unsure of how to communicate with you. For the first time in millions of years, he was truly unsure of himself. 

When he did start talking to you, it was to teach you about his gladiatorial days. He spoke of how he started the revolution, and how he fought against the corruption of the senate. 

Eventually you felt comfortable enough to ask questions with him, but you felt nothing but pity. He had been through so much. However, you also felt conflicted- the Autobots are your friends, but you feel like this war has no point anymore other than for Decepticons to get some sort of revenge. 

You slowly began to chip away at Megatron’s cold spark, and he cared for you- even if he didn’t show it well. He loved the way you hummed softly your favorite songs, and how content you were to merely sit on his shoulder. 

Megatron would often bring you to large forests so you could enjoy the nature he found you enjoyed. 

One day, when Megatron was on a comm with Soundwave discussing something, you decided to take off. You wanted to be back with the autobots- not to say that you even hated Megatron after everything you had learned. You ran through the forest, getting turned around almost instantly. 

Almost immediately, you were snatched up into the servos of a very furious mech. Megatron had a deep scowl on his face. 

“After I bestowed all of the knowledge I had upon you, did you really think I’d let you go?” Megaton squeezed you painfully tight. “Don’t worry, worm. I won’t make the same mistake with you twice.”

Megatron, secretly heartbroken that you’d try to leave after creating a bond, locked you in a cage hanging in his room- with no way to escape his clutches. You would never be allowed out unless Megatron was with you. His trust would be hard to earn back- maybe even take your lifetime.

[ga-yuu]

-----Part 1----

Morinaga: "Actually, you're right."

Morinaga: "How about we do push-ups with Yoshino on our backs? That way we'll have more space and it will be entertaining too. It's like killing two birds with one stone."

(Excuse me!?)

Sueharu: "Hey."

Benkei: "........"

(As expected, Benkei-san looks reluctant. He's an enemy general so it's natural that he'd not-----)

Benkei: "Doing that will put strain your muscles, right? Isn't that a provocative suggestion?"

Yoshino: "T-That's how you see this.....?"

Morinaga: "I'll go first. Come Yoshino."

Yoshino: "W-Wait.."

Sueharu-san suddenly placed a hand on my shoulder as I panicked.

Sueharu: *sigh* "You sit down first."

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san....?"

Sueharu-san then stood in front of the two men.

Sueharu: "I'll sit on top of you."

(Sueharu-san!?)

Benkei: "I see. A man's weight..."

Morinaga: "Sueharu is slim but has a good height."

Fiery passion burns in both of their eyes.

Yoshino: "Wooww! They both so motivated..."

Sueharu: "Okay, you two----"

Sueharu: "Since I will be the one sitting on top if you, if either of you run out fuel too early, I'll charge you a hefty fine. Be prepared for that!"

(Even Sueharu-san looks serious...!)

Morinaga: "----Good. The riskier the bet is, the more interesting the game becomes."

Benkei: "I will do everything in my power. I'll take them head on."

Yoshino: "Ummm....I guess, I'll just sit back and watch."

The following day, after a heated and tense battle------

We all forgot the purpose of our trip.

Then the sun had completely set.

Sueharu: "It was a long day. Why is it that just riding in an oxcart is so tiring?"

Benkei: "You need to exercise more."

Sueharu: "I talking about my mood."

Morinaga: "It was a blast!"

Yoshino: "Everyone...good job!"

For the night, we decided to stay at a house of a merchant, who is an acquaintance of Sueharu-san.

(I wondered what was going to happen, but maybe it was a good thing that the atmosphere was not too tense)

Morinaga: "I also got a gift alcohol from this family. Let's drink."

-----Part 2-----

Morinaga: "I also got a gift alcohol from this family. Let's drink."

Sueharu: "Don't bring people you know into the fold."

Morinaga: "Now now."

Morinaga-san pours sake into everyone's cups.

Morinaga: "Here, Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Thank you!"

Benkei: "Normally, I would firmly refuse to drink with the people from the Shogunate..."

Benkei: "But since we had a good match, I'll hang out with you guys for a little while..."

I wonder if Sueharu-san has become tired of resisting.

Although he does look annoyed, he still sips his sake.

Yoshino: "Anyways....you two are amazing! I've never seen anyone doing that many push-ups."

Benkei: "But for me, it ended in a disappointing result. I need to train harder."

Sueharu: "The oxcart was shaking so hard on the way and you lost your balance."

(He almost caught up with Morinaga-san's record. He lost by one push-up. That was really disappointing)

Sueharu: "I don't like saying it, but...Morinaga is always lucky."

Morinaga: "It's terrible when you say that loud but I won't entirely deny it."

Benkei: "A match is still a match. If by any chance we get to spar again, I won't lose next time."

Morinaga: "Me too."

The gulped down their sake at the same time.

Sueharu: ".....And now you two became friends? I don't get it."

Yoshino: "Come to think of it, the match started to decide who is more suitable to be Sueharu-san's friend, right?"

Sueharu: "Please don't make me remember something stupid."

Sueharu: "Here, drink more and let your guard down for me."

(Hey, I'm only used to pouring drinks...!)

Yoshino: "Please, I want to be careful not to get too drunk...!"

Sueharu: "I don't mind how you become once you're drunk."

Sueharu: "The pain of having to listen to these bastards saying 'ooh' and 'aahh' up so close..."

Sueharu: "I think I'll forget if you sing cutely to me."

Yoshino: "Also, thank you very much for taking my place."

Sueharu: "Mm. How about giving me a kiss?"

-----Part 3-----

Yoshino: "Also, thank you very much for taking my place."

Sueharu: "Mm. How about giving me a kiss?"

(....Nn)

His hand stroked my hand and my heart beat sped up.

------Options------

I refuse.

A kiss is too light.

Your words and actions...

-------

Yoshino: "Are you treating my kisses lightly...!?"

Sueharu: "No. That's why I'm begging you."

Benkei: "Hey! Stop hitting on a woman from the enemy camp, Sueharu."

Sueharu: "Wow, you're suddenly starting to sound serious..."

Sueharu-san emptied his glass and stood up.

Sueharu: "I'm going to talk to the owner for a moment."

Sueharu: "Yoshino. In case another stupid fight starts between these two, make sure to run to the other room, okay?"

(Eh)

Sueharu: "Drinking contest, arm wrestling etc..something like that."

Sueharu: "Benkei is a fiery guy when he's triggered. So if you get involved, you won't be sleeping anytime soon."

Yoshino: "...Certainly considering what happened in the oxcart, it seems possible!"

Morinaga: "Sueharu really understands us!"

Benkei: "I can feel the friendship."

Sueharu: "Morinaga, stop messing around and Benkei, don't agree with him with a straight face."

(When you're with these two, it's as if you're not the usual Sueharu-san)

Sueharu: "....? What's wrong, Yoshino? You've been staring at me for a while."

Yoshino: "No...It's just I thought Sueharu-san sounds a bit different when talking to these two."

Sueharu: "Eh?"

Yoshino: "Maybe that's who you really are?"

Sueharu: "......"

Morinaga and Benkei: "......"

(Umm...?)

Sueharu: "Of course not?"

With a dark smile on his face, Sueharu-san denies it.

Sueharu: "But a good merchant has hundred faces. Maybe you saw one of them."

Yoshino: "Oh.."

I couldn't argue any further.

Sueharu: "By the way, if you want to see what I look like as a man, you can come to my room tonight?"

(Ah...)

His fingers caressed my cheek and his face had his usual relaxed smile.

Yoshino: "No thanks..."

Sueharu: "You're always welcomed if you change your mind."

(You managed to evade my question)

Sueharu-san waved his hand and leaves the room.

Morinaga: "Yoshino. Are you concerned about Sueharu?"

-----Part 4-----

Morinaga: "Yoshino. Are you concerned about Sueharu?"

Yoshino: "....! I mean, I'm curious."

Benkei: "...."

Benkei was also silently staring at me.

Yoshino: "As someone who was once decieved by Sueharu-san..."

Yoshino: "I wanted to make an effort to get to know Sueharu-san so that I could win next time."

Yoshino: "If you don't know who you're fighting, you can't plan countermeasures, right?"

Benkei: "........You can't beat Sueharu with mediocre effort."

Yoshino: "I know. But I won't give up."

Benkei: "Oh."

Benkei-san drinks his sake and leans forward slightly.

Benkei: "----You're a woman with a surprisingly good bone in your body. I'm taking a fresh look at you."

Yoshino: "T-Thank you, Benkei-san."

Benkei: "Just call me Benkei. I don't use honorfics for you so, you should do the same."

(Umm)

Yoshino: "Well.."

When I hesitated and looked at Morinaga-san, he gave me a radiant smile.

Morinaga: "It's fine, Yoshino. Benkei doesn't have any other intentions."

Yoshino: "....Okay."

Yoshino: "Thank you, Benkei."

Benkei: "Mm."

Benkei fills my sake cup with his big palms.

Morinaga: "Strange, isn't it? When Yoshino is around, the atmosphere softens."

Yoshino: "Hm? I don't think so."

Benkei: "I agree with him. If it was just me, Sueharu and Morinaga inside that oxcart..."

Benkei: "No matter what, the atmosphere would have been tense."

(Really? Then I'm happy that I could be of help)

Morinaga: "----But still."

Morinaga-san suddenly muttered to himself.

Morinaga: "I don't think it will be me or Benkei who will open Sueharu's heart in the true sense of word, but..."

Morinaga: "Maybe, it's a girl like Yoshino."

Benkei: ".............."

Yoshino: "Me? What are you saying...?"

...I felt Morinaga-san's words, which sounded like a prophecy, were circulating in my body with a slight intoxication.

Benkei: "He draws a line between him and us, even after we've known each other for quiet some time."

Benkei: "Every time he does that, I get angry..."

In the dark room, Benkei's eyes sparkles.

Benkei: "Half of what's inside a person is determined by his upbringing.."

Benkei: "He doesn't want to tell people about the pain he's been through---"

Benkei: "I kinda understand that."

-----Part 5-----

Benkei: "He doesn't want to tell people about the pain he's been through---"

Benkei: "I kinda understand that."

I didn't know what to say.

(Maybe the road Benkei took was not smooth either)

Morinaga: "............"

Yoshino: "For Morinaga-san..."

Before I could say anything more...

Yoshino: "What kind of kid was Sueharu-san when he was young?"

Morinaga: "...Hmm."

Morinaga: "He was stronger and smarter than anyone I'd ever met and from the moment, I saw him----I wanted to be friends with him."

Morinaga: "But."

Morinaga: "....One day, I betrayed the pride of that young Sueharu."

(Eh....)

Morinaga-san's voice had an unmistakable hint of regret.

Morinaga: "That's why Sueharu will never forgive me."

Morinaga: "That's all I can say for now."

(It seems like there's something deeper....)

Yoshino: "Thank you so much for telling me."

Benkei who had been listening, poured sake into Morinaga-san's cup without saying another word.

(It seems difficult to open the minds of black merchants...)

(If only I could get a glimpse into his mind while working as Sueharu-san's 'partner')

The unspoken wish was gently poured down my throat along with the alcohol.

After dinner, I was on my way to the room assigned to me...

Owner: "Oh, Going to sleep are we?"

Yoshino: "Yes! Thank you for lending us your rooms."

I met the owner of the house on the way and bowed to him.

Owner: "No, no. If Sueharu-san makes a request, how can I turn a blind eye?"

Owner: "That's right. On your way to your room, could you please take this scroll to Sueharu-san?"

(Eh?)

I accepted the scroll that the owner handed to me.

Owner: "Sueharu-san showed interest in it when we were talking about business earlier."

Owner: "Sueharu-san's bedroom is three doors down from Yoshino-san's so, I hope you'll give him."

Yoshino: "Sure!"

(I just have to hand it over at the entrance, right?)

I said goodnight to the owner and started walking away.

I arrived in front of Sueharu-san's room....

(Hm? The door is slightly opened. Maybe he's not inside?)

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san? Are you there?"

When I peeked into the room, I saw the back of Sueharu-san, who was sitting on the porch looking outside.

Sueharu: "Yoshino?"

Chapter 9

[joeliz99]

Dean Thomas- The Space Between Us

Dean Thomas

Sixth Year at Hogwarts

After a long day of classes, dinner time had finally arrived. Having dropped off my books and parchments in my room, I made my way down to the Great Hall, eager to get some food in my stomach. Upon arriving, I scanned the Gryffindor table for Seamus and Dean, looking for the seats we usually occupied. Spotting one of my friends, I continued over and sat down across from him. Seamus looked up, and upon recognizing me, he gave a nod of acknowledgment before taking another bite of his meal.

— How was Herbology today? Did you have any luck with the Snargaluffs? — he asked after a few minutes, giving me a chance to get some food.

— No. Honestly, I think I’ve realized that I'm just not good at that subject, and that’s not going to change. — Seamus laughed mockingly, making me roll my eyes. — Anyway, where’s Dean? He was supposed to help me with an assignment after dinner. —

— I don’t know. — He shrugged, tossing a piece of almond into his mouth and catching it. — Probably in the dormitory, wallowing in his sorrows or something. Nothing new, really. —

— Did he fight with Ginny again? — I deduce within seconds, and Seamus nods, munching on another sugared almond. — Merlin... Never let me get into a toxic relationship like theirs. —

— I don’t think you have to worry about that as long as you’ve got your eyes on him. — He commented casually, causing me to look at him immediately, feeling a pang of discomfort. —

— Stop repeating that stupid thing. — I clenched my jaw, making him smile again. Seamus loved provoking these reactions from us for his own amusement. —

— Before I stop repeating it, you’ll have to accept what’s pretty obvious. Honestly, I’d rather have him with you than with Ginny. She’s great and all, but listening to the constant fights and complaints is getting old. Don’t you think? I say you’d make a perfect match. Don’t worry about the height difference; nothing we can’t fix. —

— Okay, Seamus, enough already. — I got up from the table with a complaint, quickly grabbing some portable food. — You can’t even let me eat in peace! —

— Oh, please, don’t be so dramatic. — He laughed even more, watching my actions. — Where are you going with all that food? Going to find Dean? — I rolled my eyes and flipped him off before turning my back and walking out of the Great Hall. — Tell him to enjoy his meal from me! —

I huffed at that last remark and continued on my way until I reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. After reciting the password, I walked in and stood there for a few seconds, debating whether to look for Dean or not. I hated that Seamus was right about my feelings for our best friend. I had tried to push them aside a million times, distance myself from him for a while, ignore the fact that he noticed someone else and that he hardly spent time with us anymore because he was chasing after Ginny Weasley. Yet all my efforts had been in vain, and here I was once more, setting aside my feelings to worry about Dean Thomas.

With a sigh, I continued up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. When I reached the door, I knocked a couple of times but got no response. I waited a few seconds and knocked again, but still, no one answered. I hesitated for a moment about whether to leave, but before doing so, I decided to open the door just a crack to make sure Dean wasn’t inside. I scanned the beds quickly and saw him sleeping in his bed, still in his uniform. I opened the door all the way, trying not to make any noise, and approached, placing the food I had brought on his bedside table. I wiped my hands and then took the blanket at the foot of the bed and covered him up. Once I had finished covering him, I took one last glance before turning to leave the room. However, I couldn’t do so, as I heard his groggy, sleepy voice calling out to me.

— (Y/N)... Is everything okay? What time is it? — I turned to see him sitting up in bed, yawning, and still covered with the blanket.

— Sorry... I came to bring you some food since you didn’t come down for dinner. Seamus said you’d probably be here. — He nodded, looking at the food and then at me.

— Thanks... You didn’t have to do that. Come, sit down. — He gestured with his head towards the bed, so I walked over and sat down beside him, leaning against the headboard. Dean reached for the two pieces of pumpkin pie and handed me one, which I accepted before taking a bite. He mimicked my action, and now that we were closer, I could see that his eyes were puffy as if he had been crying recently. I swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in my chest, but chose to remain silent for the next few minutes so we could eat in peace. When we finished, he took another piece of food while I hesitated about whether to speak or not. What was the right thing to say in a situation like this that hadn’t already been said?

— So... Are you okay? — Dean hesitated for a few seconds when he heard me speak, and I could feel his gaze on me. — It looks like you’ve been crying... I want to know if everything is alright. —

— Hmm. — He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. — I’m fine, nothing to worry about... —

— Alright. — I sighed, looking up at the ceiling to diffuse some of the attention between us. Then I stayed silent for a few more minutes, unsure of how to articulate my thoughts. — Listen, Dean, if this is about Ginny again, then you should think carefully about what you’re doing... I know you like her a lot, and that’s understandable. But if you’re going to be fighting every week over trivial things, then maybe it’s not worth being in a relationship. Seamus and I believe... — My sentence was cut off by Dean asking me to be quiet.

— That won’t be a problem anymore. — He cleared his throat while running a hand through his curls. — Ginny and I broke up today. —

— Oh... —

— Yeah. — He sighed, rubbing his eyes repeatedly without looking at me. — I think I'm finally done. Everything I did was wrong. If I tried to help her, it was a problem; if I acted a certain way, it was also a problem. I’m tired of competing for Ginny’s attention. She never takes her eyes off Harry. It’s like I’m just there to get his attention when she feels like it or to fill the void Harry left in her life. I don’t want to be second, (Y/N)... —

— I’m glad you made that decision then. — I smiled faintly, though it ended up looking more like a grimace. I took his hand, intertwining it with mine and giving it a squeeze. I then rested my head against his neck, and within seconds, I felt his head resting on mine and his hand holding mine affectionately. — You deserve to be loved the same way you love others, Dean. Ginny is an amazing person, but she doesn’t seem to be the right one for you. And that’s okay. We’re young, and we’re supposed to go through heartbreak and disappointments. I know it hurts right now, I do, but in time it won’t matter. — Dean sighed, closing his eyes and taking his time to process the words I was saying.

— I don’t know what I’d do without your advice and your affection... You’re too good for me. — I laughed at that and pushed him away slightly.

— It’s not that big of a deal, Thomas. I’m your friend; that’s what friends are for. —

— I’m not exaggerating. — He smiled wryly and tousled my hair, causing me to complain. — And I hope whoever you like is someone who truly deserves you. Never settle for less than you deserve, (Y/N). —

— Whoever I like? — I frowned, fixing my hair back into place. — I don’t like anyone. Where did you get that idea? —

— Seamus. — He shrugged nonchalantly, making my eyes widen and causing me to cough in surprise. — Relax. — He laughed loudly, seeing my reaction, and placed a hand on my back to soothe me. — It’s not that big of a deal! —

— What else did Seamus say? Did he tell you who the person is? —

— No. — He squinted at me. — He just said that you had your eyes on someone and that this someone was apparently too stupid to realize. —

— Oh... — I sighed in relief, feeling color return to my face.

— So... Are you going to tell me who the blind idiot is who hasn’t noticed you yet? You know we can do something about it if you want. —

Oh, Dean... If only you knew that you are the idiot.

— No. I don’t need help because Seamus is just being silly. I only said a guy was cute, and he’s made a big deal out of it. — I rolled my eyes and started fidgeting with my hands nervously.

— Sure, whatever you say. — He raised an eyebrow, watching my nervous hand movements, and then stopped them by taking both of my hands in his. — Anyway, I’ll find a way to figure out who it is. Whether you like it or not. — He smiled. — And if they’re not worth it, I’ll scare them off. We don’t want bad prospects in your life. Learn from me. —

— Since when do you have the right to scare off my romantic interests or whatever you want to call them? — I raised an eyebrow, and he laughed even more, moving a bit closer until our foreheads were almost touching and our breaths mingled. Dean, what on earth are you doing?

— Since the day you decided to call me your best friend. — He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. The gentle contact sent a shiver down my spine and a sudden rush of warmth to my cheeks. y heart raced, and a mix of surprise and turmoil surging through me. Why on earth would he do something like that? Did he even know the impact his actions had on me after so many years of being by each other sides? — Now stay a bit longer with me; I could use a distraction. —

He pulled away from me as quickly as he had come, and I stayed where I was for a few seconds, not moving. Dean settled back onto the bed, propping a pillow behind his back, and gestured for me to lie down against his chest. I looked at him for a moment, took a deep breath, and then accepted his invitation, resting my head on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat and the warmth radiating from his body. As much as I tried to resist, I couldn’t help but wish that every day could be like this. Him and me against the world. Together, holding each other, expressing our affection even in silence where words were unnecessary.

But even as I basked in this fleeting sense of intimacy, a sharp pang of reality hit me. Was I setting myself up for heartbreak by letting this continue? The more I allowed myself to be close to him, the deeper I was digging my own emotional hole, one that would likely leave me bruised if he never saw me the way I hoped he would. And even though the affection wasn’t the kind shared by two people who loved each other romantically, I was content knowing that Dean Thomas cared for me and needed me in his life as much as I needed him in mine.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

Heyyy! I was just scrolling through tumblr at 3am as we all do and found you matching people with mcyts based on the askers descriptions and this feels super awkward but I’m also too delulu for my own good :))))

Do I'm short. Like real short. 5ft 2 short. I'm extroverted, not as in skydiving extroverted, as in I really like people :D

I've got really long dark blonde hair and lots of beauty marks all over me. l've got hazel eyes, and l'm in that annoying in between where I'm not skinny but l'm not chubby either.

1 love music, like REALLY LOVE music. Like I will not be caught dead without headphones. I love picking artists I hear about and listening to every single song of theirs for a week just to learn new music.

I play ukulele and want to learn to play guitar, and l'm really good at drawing and most things creative <3

anyway, thank you for reading this if you had the patience :)

hii!! very excited to answer this ask teehee

match ups #4

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i would match you with wilbur!

i say this everytime, but truly its perfect and obviously true

short duo + tall duo literally runs the world of duos

will would grab stuff from heights you cant reach or sum

also hear me out....black cat + golden retriever duo!!!

i feel like you're the golden retriever (based off your ask description) and will's the black cat of the duo

idk it just makes sense in my brain for me !!

also you and wilbur thrive off eachothers extrovertness (is that even a word??)

constantly blabbing and talking out of nowhere /pos

i also feel like since you guys are extroverts you just communicate with eachother so well

which keeps your relationship S T R O NG (as it should be !!)

wilbur loves your hair and beauty marks (your entire appearance obviously, but your hair and beauty marks especially

loves playing and tangling with your hair

will constantly ask to brush and braid it before you guys go to sleep

he'll also trace over your beauty marks

he just thinks its so cute

talks to you about those past life beauty marks theories that he sees on tiktok with you all the time

you guys also share a love of music!!

you follow will on tour often as a "groupie" as he jokes about it

you'll be sitting on the side of the stage singing along and will looks over at you and just wants to take a picture

sometimes he'll even call you on stage in between songs and kisses you

CROWD GOES BANANAS AT THAT

crowd at the gigs will also chant our your name for you to come out like its a dang encore

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" the crowd chanting, blasting everyones ears.

Wilbur smiled and looked over to the side of the stage where y/n was sitting. "Y/n, darling, will you come on stage please?"

The crowd roars in response as you walk out

lovejoy will constantly joke that they love you more than the actual members

wilbur will also find new music for you two to listen to together!!

you guys also making playlists together for eachother as little dates while listening to music and snacking

wilbur loves how you play uke, as thats how he started out making music!!

he'll also try teaching you guitar lessons whenever you want them

he'll also peek over your shoulder when you're drawing and compliment you on it even if you've drawn literally nothing

"Nice drawing, darling." Wilbur said, leaning his head on my shoulder.

I stared at him in confusion. "Will, I haven't even started..."

"And?"

"You idiot."

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hope u enjoyed!!

requests are finally back open!! i've managed it a bit more :D

please support me by liking, replying, reblogging, following my blog, or sending in a ask/request!!

love you xoxoxo

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Ambiguous Dialogue Prompts

This just means these prompts can be used in angsty, fluffy and/or smutty context and don’t just fit one category. You may mix and match these prompts with ones on the same or different prompt lists you find on my blog when making requests. Context for the prompt(s) is always welcomed and encouraged, but not required.

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"Let's kiss and see where it takes us."

"I hate us sometimes."

"Why are you wearing my skirt?"

"It's impossible to get rid of me."

"Sometimes, I don't know why I put up with you."

"Please tell me this is not why you woke me up."

"High heels do look good on you."

"I prefer not to be disturbed."

"Where did you get the flowers from?"

"You're so easily distracted."

"You can't handle my beauty."

"This fits perfectly."

"Stay there. I'm on my way."

"You're a legend, man!"

"Not our brightest idea."

"Do I need to fucking spell it out for you?"

"Take that stupid thing off so I can see you."

"Have you ever shot a gun before?" "Well, I can show you how."

"You're so beautiful. and I wish vou'd see that."

"There will be better days, and I will be here for all of them."

"I don't like seeing you in pain."

"I'm not just doing it for you. It's much more fun for me if you're not in pain."

"Scared, darling? I don't bite, I promise"

"However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you."

"The reality is even better than my dreams."

"You're so tense, do you want me to help you relax?"

"Those legs of yours look like they go on forever."

"Is that a blush I see?"

"Just breathe, sweetheart."

"Still hard at work?"

"I'd love to see how you get out of this one."

"I can see how much you want to kiss me."

"You flirt in the most awkward situations." "You know you love it."

"You know I love a challenge."

"Your heart is beating too fast to be close to someone you don't care about."

"I don't wanna hurt you, baby." "You won’t. You can’t. I trust you."

"I wish you would just let me have you..."

"You could rip my heart from my chest, and I'd still adore you."

"All I want is you. All I've ever wanted was you."

"I hope you understand how far I'm willing to go for you, how many rules I'm willing to break for you."

"I love getting to know you like this."

"I want you in all the ways you'll let me have you."

"You're really messing with my head here."

"Look in the mirror and just try and tell me you don’t see how gorgeous you are. You’re so beautiful and I wish you saw that."

"You do know I have a first name?"

"Could you be any more of a condescending ass?"

"Do you really regard this touching of the lips as pleasurable?"

"Am I behaving incorrectly?"

"This actually makes sense to you?"

"Is your phone broken? You couldn't text me this?"

"Stay where you are. I got it."

"You're being very needy today with your touches."

"I’ll take any excuse just to be close to you."

"I feel like you're obsessed with touching me."

"A date? You haven't been on a date in ages. Why start again now?"

"I want to be more than just a duty to you."

"A naive little thing, aren't you?"

"What do we have here?"

"Will you help me out of this?"

"Sorry for staring. I just can't stop looking at you."

"C'mere, sweetheart."

"I can’t stand you." "Then sit."

"Quite the confession, I must say."

"Alright, you lost. Pay up, love."

"Any excuse to get me to undress, huh?"

"I’m in love with you, you idiot!"

"People will talk."

"Of course I came to save you."

"When will you learn to knock?"

"Kisses don’t fix everything."

"I see you still have my (clothing item)."

"Have you ever thought of starting a family?"

"Don’t tell me you didn’t come up with a plan B."

"Breaking and entering, how romantic."

"I’m begging you two to get a room."

"Face it, (pet name), you need me."

"Don’t look so smug. It was one kiss."

"Make me, pretty boy."

"We should probably say goodnight."

"Stop using your height against me."

"I think he/she likes the sound of your voice."

"I swear to god if you ever do that again, I’m never going to kiss you again." "Ever?"

"That's my baby in there!"

"Your heart is beating so fast right now."

"Come on, you know we’d have beautiful children."

“Can you ever forgive me?” “I forgave you the second you walked through the door.”

"You’re just different. In a good way."

"There are rumors about us." "I know. I spread them."

“I like it when you tell me what to do.”

"Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all."

"You treat all your ladies like this?"

"Well, how do I look?"

"You don’t think I know that you’re only here because he/she sent you?"

"You okay?" "Couldn’t be better. Just a little hot— is anyone else hot?”

"What do I have to do to motivate you?"

"Please, please, tell me you’re not trying to play matchmaker again."

"You’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week. Come on, let’s get you changed."

“I can’t believe you made me tear up over you, you asshole.”

"Could we try?"

"That’s my girl/boy."

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 35 - Clash of Allegiances - Part 1

Ace

I stared in marvel. Fucking hells, Nyx really stood up to Agenor in a way that I've never seen anyone do before and survived. I was genuinely concerned for his safety. Even I couldn't risk going against Agenor's will. As I reminisced about the injuries Nyx inflicted on those individuals, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. The stab to the thigh was particularly impressive. Although I secretly wished he had gone for the groin, I suppose progress is made one step at a time.

Looking at Agenor, I could almost detect regret and pain in his gaze as he observed the exhausted Nyx on the floor. I wanted to seize the opportunity and remove the unconscious and wounded idiots, fearing that Agenor might mount their heads on the bowsprit. However, the Martina, despite her strength, crowds with idiots and fuckers.

Unfortunately, one of them chose this unfortunate evening to push through the crowd and walk towards the center of the deck. I knew exactly what he was about to peddle, Amos's intentions were never a secret to Agenor.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at what we've become," Amos exclaimed in revolt.

"Aye, three wagers in a single day," Pin, the enthusiastic gambler, interjected with excitement.

"Some days all we get is a piece of a rotten apple but today... it's a bloody jackpot."

"Aye but is this a good thing? From what I see, we have far too many problems on the Martina and someone wise needs to address them," Amos continued, voicing his concerns.

"What I'm saying is that when the crew faces problems, it's because they're not being properly cared for. My friends, I sense that you're not truly happy, are you?"

"What's all this talk about 'happiness', Amos? are you turning into a courtesan? Spreading joy, are we?" Maren sarcastically called out from above, and laughter erupted.

I had to admit, that monkey... just sometimes, has a sense of humor. Then Armpits chimed in, rambling...

"I'll be happy once I've had something to eat."

Rod, Amos's accomplice, shouted from somewhere in the crowd.

"Aye. We're not good, we need a better captain."

"My friends, most of you have known me for over four years and you know how many times I've assisted you in..."

"God. Please, Amos, get on with it," Nash interrupted, his plea dripping with sarcasm.

Amos cleared his throat, walked towards Agenor, attempting to position himself as if taking his place in the picture and proudly declared with open arms, as if he were some priest.

"I propose a new captain."

"New Captain?"

"Who the fuck?"

"What the fuck?"

"Why the fuck?" the three fools glanced at each other and burst into laughter at their rhyming profanities.

Amos rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Amos, I think the long sail got to your head, mate," Lou said.

"We already have a captain and I doubt you could reach his height, literally."

Most of us chuckled, but Amos wasn't ready to give up just yet. He knelt in front of Nyx, who was still seated, presumably trying to avoid drawing further attention to himself.

"This lad here stumbled into trouble because he was blindly coerced into becoming a pirate. But he confided in me. Aye, he told me himself that he never wanted this life."

Nyx's eyes bore into him and he shook his head slightly in disbelief. Amos was using him as a means to reach Agenor. Quite the cunning trick.

"And since when do we accept those who never aspired to have the honor of being on the Martina? This young man was treated like a slave, a pirate and an outsider. It was only a matter of time before trouble brewed. And now our own crew members are injured," Amos finished, pointing at the two fools lying at my feet.

I've known Amos for quite some time now. He's strong-willed but he's no match for our one and only captain. He may be too ambitious for his own good but he's far from being an idiot. Or at least, that's what I thought until I witnessed his next move. Amos turned to Nyx again and held his bleeding foot, lifting it to display to the crowd.

"Look, everyone is suffering..."

Then, with a thumb that held more than innocence, he gently caressed Nyx's ankle. A small gesture that promised a unique kind of entertainment for the ravenous wolves around him. But if I know my friend well… there it was, Agenor's fist already in the air, his teeth clenched and he let out a roar as he lunged forward, aiming his punch at Amos. The latter looked at Agenor, raising his free arm to shield his face and was about to step back. And just before the impact, both of them were startled. Nyx's good foot connected with Amos's jaw, sending him stumbling backward as he shouted...

"How dare you presume to fucking touch me without my permission, you despicable scumbag. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?"

[cyberphuck]

Concert update before I pass out (might do a longer breakdown later but at this time I don't really see the point): We missed Babymetal because we couldn't see the stage-- I left to get merch before they'd finished because I was getting angrier with every song that I didn't get to watch them perform. By the time Dethklok came on we'd managed to organize and arrange ourselves ('ourselves' being me, Seb in his chair, another wheelchair user that had also moved to where we were due to not being able to see from his seat, and his two friends) so that we could see the stage and enjoy the show. After the show let out I went to find someone in charge to talk about how much this experience sucked-- from having to park in gravel that we could barely get the wheelchair across, to being stopped by stairs that led into the venue, to the complete lack of signage directing us to the accessible ramps, to the lawnchair "seats" that were smaller, lower, and way less comfortable than the abled seating, to the fact that we could not see the stage during the performance from those seats, to the rude and dismissive staff that I spoke to before the show about these issues, to the fact that I found out you had to pay extra for accessible parking-- and made both my issues and demands clear: 1. We had paid the same amount of money for the experience as abled people, yet did not receive the same experience,

2. I did extensive research before purchasing the tickets and nowhere on the venue's website were the lawnchair seats or gravel parking lot or lack of non-stairs access to the place mentioned (which staff confirmed),

3. I wanted a partial refund so that the amount we paid for our tickets matched the experience we received,

4. I wanted a written statement on official venue letterhead detailing my complaint and the action taken regarding that complaint, whatever they ended up deciding to do.

The venue's responses were: 1. Oops our bad 2. Yeah that sucks, our bad again,

3. No,

4. also no. Like, these people refused, point blank, to give me any sort of documentation that 1. I had asked for a solution or 2. that they had or had not given one. They said they'd make a note of it in their records so they could discuss it with higher ups. I asked for a copy of the notes. They said no to that too (like they were extra angry that I asked for the notes, which I'm baffled by). I told them: I recognize that you might not be able to issue even a partial refund of my tickets-- I'll probably have to go to Ticketmaster, whatever. I am asking for a piece of paper as proof that you knew I complained. That's all. No, absolutely not. Also, the highest guy in charge that I was able to talk to told me that my complaints were "heresay." I reminded him I had photos, and then I asked him who, if anyone, at the venue would be taking responsibility for the issues that I was concerned about. The slightly lower higher-up woman said "my staff." The guy glared at her and said "responsibility? we're not responsible." When he told me to call on Monday and see if I could get in touch with someone who cared, I asked what number I should call and whom I should ask to speak to. He abruptly backpedaled and said that I should actually call Ticketmaster. About the venue's lack of accessibility.

Eventually, we were literally the only one's left at the entire venue, and I personally was keeping a bunch of very tired event staff from going home, so I got them to load Seb and his chair (and me) into a golf cart and take us back across the gravel to our car. I have the venue name, obviously, and the first names of the three people that I spoke to (plus the last name of the higher up guy and the last initial of the rude guy). So:

Michigan Lottery Ampitheare at Freedom Hill (in Sterling Heights, Michigan). Phone number (313) 471-7000. I was at the Babyklok concert on 9/17. I am going to do something about this, but if you know somebody with a bigger voice, please let them know. I am so. Fucking. Tired.

The concert is super great here is our view of the stage from the wheelchair accessible seats

[pankowperfection]

64 & 67 with topper please 🥰🙈

64. “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

67. “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

His Girl

Summary: Topper finally confesses his feelings for you

Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), sort of rough sex, 18+

You and Topper had always gone together like the ocean and sand, where you found one you found the other. You'd been best friends since kindergarten, growing up in houses right across the street from each other. As you got older, your view of him changed. He was still YOUR Topper, but something was different. Sometimes the way he was looking at you made your stomach flip, heat spreading through your system. He'd always been attractive but now you seemed to really be taking notice. His sculpted jawline, his height, the toned muscle that covered his entire frame. You'd caught yourself on several nights, hand in your panties as you worked yourself closer and closer to the edge, moaning out your best friend's name as you imagine him touching you instead. You had convinced yourself there was no way he wanted you, and for the sake of protecting your friendship you hid your feelings from him.

"Hey, wanna get dinner tonight?" Top had walked across the street, finding you lounging by the pool and trying not to be too obvious in the way he was checking you out. Your tiny excuse of a bikini had your breasts threatening to spill out, clean shaven pussy barely covered by the skimpy material of your bottoms. He had to readjust himself in his shorts as he came to sit on the end of your sun lounger. "Sure Top. Where do you wanna go?" He smiles, placing his hand on your thigh and making your heart race. "I actually made us reservations. Pick you up at 7? Wear something pretty for me." He got up without another word, glancing back over his shoulder as he left the backyard. The rest of the afternoon was filled with your mind reeling, questioning whether or not he had asked you on a date.

You showered, blow dryed and styled your hair, applied some make up, and headed to the closet to search for something to wear. You settled on a black dress with sparkly straps, grabbing the matching heels just in time to hear Topper pull up outside. You raced down the stairs, anxiously waiting for him to greet you at the door. You pulled it open before he had the chance to knock, his jaw dropping open at the sight of you. "Wow y/n, you look incredible." You gave him your best smile, checking him out from head to toe as well. "So do you Top. I'm starving, you ready?" He takes your hand, opening the car door for you before climbing in and heading to the restaurant.

Dinner was amazing, time passing by in a blur as you both talked and joked about everything under the sun. At the end of the meal, Topper got a serious expression on his face, taking a deep breath before starting to talk again. "Y/n, I have a confession. I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do. I know you're gonna say you don't want to ruin our friendship but I think we can have something great and -" Rather than let him finish you scoot over into the chair beside him, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his lips to yours. He instantly melted into the kiss, restaurant fading into the background as his tongue swirled with yours. You break apart breathless, smiling at him again. "Take me home Top, please."

Thankfully the house was empty, your lips connecting again as soon as you crossed the threshold. He picked you up, carrying you to his room while kissing you hungrily. He sets you on your feet, unzipping your dress before turning you back around, urging you to lay down on the bed. "God, you're perfect," he groans out, mouth set on a blazing path down your neck to your breasts. Each nipple gets equal attention from his sinful mouth. He finally settles between your legs, thighs over his shoulders as he nibbles his way up to your aching core. “Top please, make me feel good.” Seeing you spread out on his bed like a wet dream come to life he can’t resist, burying his tongue in your folds.

“Shit,” your hands tangle in his hair, pulling harshly as he devours you like a starving man. His tongue is everywhere, fucking into your entrance then sliding up to flick your clit. Your back arches off the mattress, intense waves of pleasure racking through your system. Two fingers slide into your heat, pumping in and out as he sucks your clit into his mouth. “God Top, I’m gonna” your sentence is cut off by a scream, thighs shaking as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt claws through your body. Your vision goes black, body trembling as you come down. You glance down to see Topper with a shit eating grin on his face, wetness from your release shining on his skin. “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

You notice the large wet spot on the sheets, no time to be embarrassed as he stands up and starts to strip. Your eyes are glued to his body, watching his muscles flex as he pulls down his shorts. His length is standing proud, much larger than you could have imagined. He crawls up over your body, lining up with your entrance before slowly pushing inside. You groan in unison, him stretching you in a way that will surely leave you sore tomorrow. He gazes down into your eyes, lust reflecting in his orbs. “So good baby girl. You’re mine now.” “Yes Top all yours.” He leans down to kiss you again, slowly rolling his hips and making you moan into his mouth. “Tell me how you want it baby. Hard and fast? Soft and slow?” Your eyes threaten to roll at his dirty words, never seeing this side of him before. “Fast and hard, please. I need you.”

He snaps into action, lips finding your neck as he sucks and bites, leaving bruises behind to mark his territory. He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace, fire burning in your core and another orgasm already building. He grabs your hands, pressing them down into the mattress with one of his while his other hand heads south, fingers teasing your clit. Every time you moan his name he struggles not to fall apart, determined to make you come for him again. You wrap your legs around his waist, new angle sending him deeper and making him hit your sweet spot. Moments later you come with his name on your lips, squeezing his length in a way he can’t resist. “Fuck y/n” he moans, twitching inside you and filling you up. He collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his side. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.” You giggle at him, tracing random patterns over his torso. “Probably should have asked this first but will you be my girlfriend?” You kiss him sweetly, "Yes Top. I'd love to."

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@kookieyachi, you little biiiitch, you know I'm damn weak when it comes to youuuu *proceeds to strangle* Here's my drabble for a spicy mfm action with Red and Green Xiao, yes, it's legit them this time.

Pairing -> Red Xiao x Reader x Green Xiao

Word Count -> 1774

Themes -> Spicy, nsfw, go away please

Series -> I'm putting this in Sojourner

Credits : Header by @geeeee_ss from Twitter

Warnings -> MINORS BEGONE

The appearance of this... crimson version of Xiao was an anomaly beyond world's comprehension.

In all honesty, you and Xiao had zero clue on how to deal with this doppelganger of him, but there was only a slight bit of suspicion and not actual hostility between both parties. Perhaps it was because Xiao himself can tell by soul and spirit that this person was truly a copy of him.

From unknown origins. And he doesn't seem to be going back, no one knows how he would even go back at this point.

So, now there are two Xiaos in this world. To avoid confusion, Red Xiao (which was an awkward way to address him, despite the ease) offered to be called Alatus. It was a name bane to Xiao, but this version of him seem perfectly fine with it.

He resembles the public gentleness your Xiao seldom shows, with a permanent soft smile on his person no matter who he meets. Human contact is also something he's not avoidant to and more times than not, you were the victim of his assaults.

Even if Alatus was different in actions and appearance, he still resembles your lover and his soul. Perhaps it was no surprise that you'd gotten to like him, and that he had fallen for you.

"Xiao," you murmured as you turned to the teal one, his eyes lingering at the form next to you before meeting yours. He heard his other's confession and you expected him to lash out, to pull you away, and yet the gentleness seeps through.

You were taken aback as he let out an amused laugh, a sliver of a smile ghosting his lips.

"I am not suprised that even myself from another universe had come to fall for you."

And that was how you'd come in between the love of two adepti, you're thankful that they get along well to the point that they even dare fight back to back when duty calls.

And that's how you find yourself in this predicament.

Upper half of the body bent almost parallel to the floor as you clutched at the wall, gloved fingers interlocked between your right ones as it pins your hand to the wall. Alatus' other arm loops around your waist, clutching it tight so that your back end would meet his crotch in every thrust.

Through hazy vision from pleasure and unshed tears, you can see your tiptoes barely reaching the ground in the height he wants you to be.

Your unending moans had caused lewd drops of drool to drip down to your chin, saliva joining the small pool on the floor with the patch of sensual juices forming below.

His girth grazing against your walls makes your toes curl, pushing you closer to the edge as his pounding becomes more erratic, his grip on you tightens together with growls.

You barely remember what your prior objective was when coming here just an hour ago. And your train of thought is interrupted again as you felt your feet lower down to the wooden floor as Alatus leans down against your back, biting at your neck as a muffled growl travels from your skin to your spine.

You almost stumble when your shaky knees was suddenly tasked to hold your weight. Quickly the Yaksha's free hand finds its way to your stomach to push you back to him, "Mmm, careful, it seems your stamina has been depleted."

His hand pushed up against your stomach had also moved your walls against his length buried inside you, making it graze a sensitive spot you didn't know existed, enough to send you coming undone suddenly.

Your whimpers matched his feral growl as he climaxes in you, spurred on by the convulsing walls from the aftermath of your own orgasm.

"Good, good, darling. You did so good."

"What's going on here?"

A gust of wind sends your half-naked self into shivers as you were pulled up straight against Alatus' chest, the cold forcing you to hug yourself and press you legs together to shield the wetness below.

Coming back from eradicating another camp near the marsh, this was not at all what Xiao was expecting to see.

He'd known about his other self's desires that day before you arrived but he didn't expect the intercourse to happen at the balcony just by the walls of the Inn.

Xiao shoots a glare to the red one, who undoes his arms around your waist to raise it in mock surrender.

This caused your still recovering body to stumble to Xiao, whose aggressive words died down as he catches you in surprise- you felt his hand grip at one of your bottom's cheeks before he quickly moved his hand to grip at your hips instead. The action caused you to groan against for how sore your bum was from the earlier assault.

"Perhaps, some quality time between us three comes sooner than I expected. It's an opportune right now as our darling craves more." Alatus comes up behind once again to give you a gentle hug, slightly leaning you back for Xiao to gaze at.

Perhaps it was the dazed, flushed face from intoxicated pleasure or the way your collar was propped loose to show a portion of your skin and collarbone. Maybe it was also the hint of your familiar scent emanating from below, but his amber pupils dilated in arousal at the thought of taking in this way.

With another man.

He's heard of similar arrangements that mortals participate in, and he cannot deny that the thought had crossed his mind once or twice ever since the three of you entered this polyamory.

His gaze shifted from the mischievous smile of his counterpart to yours, inching closer as he swipes a gloved thumb under your eye, "Is this what you truly want?" Xiao asks meekly as your eye shuts from the contact, instinctively nuzzling into his palm.

Inside him aches from the adoring sight painfullt despite himself. And you simply nod, embarrassment manifesting on your cheeks that puts you to silence.

Soft yet chapped lips found yours almost instantly as Xiao worms his arms around your waist, the forceful kiss easily turning into a passionate one as his tongue pries your lips open. Although Xiao was not fond of touches normally, he's come to be an expert when it comes to conveying his love through kisses.

His tongue with a sweet aftertaste so familiar to your own found its way below, licking the underside of your tongue that coaxed out a muffled moan out of your throat.

Another set of lips came to assault your neck this time, humming against your skin as his hands crosses over, tugging at the cloth and accessories hanging by Xiao's waist to try and pull it down.

The action caused Xiao to pull away with a grumble, pecking your lips one last time before he summoned his polearm. Willing the winds once more, he sends a gale that shuts the doors to the balcony before throwing his spear behind him, the pole accurately fitting through the wooden handles - effectively locking it.

"We don't want any interruptions," he regarded with eyes low and shaded, already pulling off his garments as Alatus works to rile and wake you up to absolute consciousness. His hands roaming over your waist and thighs sends tingles of electricity over how sensitive you still feel, his length pulsing between your cheeks as if rejuvenated by the thought of doing it with all of you.

A mess of limbs later and you found yourself situated on his lap as he sat down at while Xiao supported your weak leg by the thigh to keep them open, the other held up by Alatus. This position felt so scandalous that it had you reeling in embarrassment. Your desperate attempts to hide making both of your men chuckle and pull your face out of hiding.

A light-mannered yet sultry voice coos by your ear, "Beloved, there's no turning back now from your own decisions, enjoy it with us," ending his statement with a bite to your earlobe as he pulls at your limb to spread your hole wider.

The hand that grips your jaw forces you to meet Xiao's golden gaze, "There is no need to hide, we love every part of you. Believe in my words, got it?"

And with an affirmation from you (Xiao is really careful with consent), the first onslaught of movement came.

There was searing pain in the way you're being stretched beyond what you were used to, and both of them did the best they can in being careful, hyperaware of the pained whimpers and rolling tears the sensation produced. The wetness from before and the initial stretch did little in helping, taking a moment longer than you wanted before it became comfortable, pleasurable.

Their precise movements rocked your hips and you're soon overwhelmed by the sensations, their members pushing against each others as they continue to stretch your walls. Grazing against it as it sends your spine into delicious shivers, Xiao's more dominating thrusts pulls you farther down to Alatus', to the point that he's bottoming out behind you easily as the mixed pre-cum coats and spills past your hole.

An unoccupied hand pulls at one of your nipples, experimentally rubbing the sensitive nub between its fingers as you threw your head back, moans reverberating against the wall of the inn before it was eaten by a kiss by Xiao.

"Don't be hngh,, too loud now."

His hand finds it way over your sex, thumbing your most sensitive spot in circles and calculated rubs, pressing down as your knees bucked.

It was so overwhelming, intoxicated by lust as each touch and thrust within you sends the heat in your belly rippling. And soon enough your hole tightens eagerly around their lengths as you cry out your climax, hips snapping and back arching as you ride out your high.

And not even a split second passes as another heat builds up inside you as they both speed up their ministrations, letting the tightness squeeze the pleasure out of them as they practically grind against it.

The pool of thick, transparent juices under you three grows as more wet splotches joins it.

The heavy scent, combined moans and pantings, and the unrelenting thrusts the both of them keeps up tells you that the aching in your legs would persist more than a day.

But as you came a second time at the sensation of their hot seed spilling inside and out of you, you realized you didn't care that much.

Sike, get cock blocked, bitches hehehe

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Impromptu Review

Thanks for editing this one goes to momirene and Worldsover, and for helpful beta reading feedback from them and one dork who wants to remain anonymous.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, SNSD (Girl's Generation), Joy, Sunny, loneliness, potential traumatization of cats, a hoard of hell-themed sex toys, a strap on, a butt plug with Jiu's face in it, and bisexual problems.

The front door of Sunny’s apartment swung open so fast that Joy felt a breeze from the vacuum it left behind.

“Joy! You’re here!”

Joy blinked. “Yeah, I said I would come over.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve met up! Come in, come in!”

“It’s only been like a month though.”

Sunny grabbed Joy’s hands and pulled her through the doorway. “It feels like so much longer than that!”

Joy smiled and took her shoes off in the entryway. “You seem more excited than usual.”

“What? How so?”

“Well for one,” Joy said, pointing at the kitchen, “It looks like you prepared for a whole party in here.”

The kitchen’s island was covered in plates of snacks and several variations of alcoholic beverages. Additionally, Sunny was noticeably sweaty, like she had just run around the house preparing for guests. Joy figured it would be best not to bring that up.

“What? No. That? That’s… yeah, that’s a lot of food, isn’t it?” Sunny’s posture drooped, as if she’d already expended all of her energy on her greeting.

Joy pulled her into a side hug. Her height served to straighten Sunny back up. “What’s going on, girl?”

Sunny sighed and leaned her head on Joy’s chest. “I dunno. I’m just excited. Haven’t had a good social night any time recently.”

“Aw! But what about these cutie kitties?”

Sogeum popped her head out from behind the wall and gave Joy her signature droopy, grim stare without so much as a meow. As soon as Joy shuffled in her direction though, she turned and went back into the living room.

“Well, you know. Can’t really have a real conversation with the cats.”

Joy hummed her agreement and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m always happy to talk to you Sunny. They don’t call SM a family for nothing.”

Sunny groaned, loudly.

“Um. Okay,” Joy said when Sunny didn’t elaborate. “Not a family? Just a bunch of really close friends?”

“Yeah, that’ll work better. Not a fan of the family motif.”

Joy picked up a cracker and chomped down. “Gonna… explain? Family is normally a positive thing, isn’t it?”

Sunny grabbed a bottle of wine and yanked the cork out. “Yeah, totally, for sure. Hey, do you like Chardonnay?”

“I…” Joy didn’t want to skirt around whatever issue Sunny was having, but was well-aware of her stubbornness. “I sure do.”

As fancy glasses of white wine were generously poured, Joy made note of Sunny’s slow, unsteady movements. She worried that perhaps Sunny had already started drinking, or wasn’t getting enough sleep.

* * *

“Can you believe that, Joy?”

“No way. It’s just inhuman.”

“Completely! It’s not like green onions are suddenly more expensive to dry out!”

The conversation had started with gossip and cheese snacking when the sun was high. As the sun set, the discussion shifted to the price of instant meals, and the snack plates were all but empty. Joy had to fight the constant urge to fall asleep, as the topics were never much more interesting than that. But she let Sunny lead the talking as much as possible.

Joy was simply relieved that Sunny called her over before diving into her liquor storage. “You should start a petition to regulate the price. I’d be the first to sign it.”

Sunny’s tipsy grin matched Joy’s. Though the alcohol consumption had been slow-going, they had been doing it for several hours. “Oh that would be great press. ‘Washed up idol upset with ramen manufacturers.’”

With an exaggerated roll of the eyes, Joy pointed at a set of boxes in the corner of the living room, currently being used as a lookout tower by Sogeum. “You’re not washed up yet. Look at all of those sponsor gifts. Those weren’t here last time I came over… Wait, they weren’t, were they?”

Sunny giggled. “No, they’re, uh… new.”

Their corporate sponsors weren’t something that Joy, Sunny, or any of the other SM idols discussed often. There were usually so many vying for their attention that it was pointless trying to keep track. But Joy reasoned, somewhat drunkenly, that talking about it might be therapeutic to someone so down on their social status. “Who are they from, anyway?”

A blush deepened the red of Sunny’s already tipsy-glowing cheeks. “Uh… Nobody. Just a regular sponsor, ya know?”

Joy grinned. “Oh, come on. You can tell me. What am I gonna do? Call a press conference to tell the tabloids who’s contributing to your paycheck?”

Sunny rolled her eyes. She shot off the couch, spilling a drop or two of her wine in the process. From Joy’s naturally higher perspective, Sunny didn’t seem that much taller. “Fine,” she said, wobbling, “but you better not make fun of me.”

“I’ll make fun of you for other reasons, like how much I love you, bitch!” Joy blinked at her own shouting. She didn’t know when the alcohol had hit her, but she was beginning to think that she was a little more intoxicated than she previously thought.

Thankfully, the joviality in her voice seemed to encourage Sunny to play along. She set her wine on the coffee table and picked one of the smaller boxes off of the pile. “Disclosure first! We haven’t agreed to any deals yet. They sent me this stuff to try to convince me to shill it. I didn’t reach out to them.”

Joy waved the disclosure off like a mosquito, but Sunny still tossed the box in her direction. The weight inside of it was awkwardly distributed. Joy attempted to catch it, but it wound up ricocheting off the tips of her fingers and nearly knocking over an open, mostly full bottle of soju.

“The fuck is in this thing?”

“I’ve got some ideas but I just know who it’s from. Open it and find out.”

Joy tore into the box with no regard for the care that went into the packaging, which itself was surprisingly discreet. A smirk cracked her lips when she thought about what sorts of deliveries required such discretion. But the smirk faded right away when she got a view of the inside and realized that the packager apparently had the same idea.

Inside was a pair of plastic sheets wrapped asymmetrically around a roughly water bottle sized blob of blood red silicone. A small bit of pink cardboard advertised it as a five-speed, rotation-simulating, self-cleaning, pattern-switching, USB-charging, automatically-lubricating, remote-controlled vibrator with a speaker at the bottom for replicating a set of desired moans and a specialized charging dock.

Joy cleared her throat and stared at the horrifically fancy dildo, and its label, “Dante’s Dive,” unsure if she should toss it back to Sunny, considering it was clearly a personal item.

Sunny reached into what was left of the box, procuring a pretty little decorated card. “Dear Ms. Lee, we at Second Ring Inc were very pleased to hear your impromptu review of our products on a recent episode of ‘Welp, I Guess We’re Talking About This Now’ and wished to send you some additional items to show our appreciation. These are in no way a request for further public review,” Sunny was briefly interrupted by Joy’s disapproving snort, “but should you be interested in a partnership, we have included a phone number at which I, the chief executive officer, Lee Youngjoon, may be reached. Optionally, my username--”

Joy missed a few words as she was shocked by the extreme sound emitted by the vibrator when she pushed a button on the remote control.

“--is ‘worldsover’. As you know, Second Ring specializes in sexual wellness products, of which we’ve sent you a wide variety. They can be enjoyed by couples, or can serve as a fantastic outlet for power singles like yourself…”

Sunny trailed off. Joy was afraid she knew what was coming. “Damn, Sunny. You say so much as three words on national television and they scramble to get right up on your ass, eh?”

It was too late. Sunny was already tipping up the bottom of the soju bottle. A few drops spluttered back out of her mouth as Joy pushed it back down. “Sunny! You’ve said it yourself! You don’t want to get married!”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not still lonely!”

Joy wrapped her arms around Sunny. “You’ve got me. And a million other friends!”

“Fans don’t count.” Sunny’s voice was partially muffled by Joy’s shoulder.

“Ouch. Time for me to delete my Sone club membership. But fine. A hundred other friends. It’s not just me. It’s my members. Your members. And plenty of others. All of NCT would be--Okay, nevermind. Aespa though! They love you too.”

“But I don't want to inconvenience you." Sunny ended so matter-of-factly that Joy had to pause to process the short conversation.

"You know how… You know how you take a road trip, and there's a road block, or really bad construction, and you have to take a detour?"

"Yeah. I'm a detour."

"Come on, Sunny. What you are is the scenic route!”

There was a long silence.

“Was that the end of the metaphor?” Sunny eventually asked.

“I am very drunk.”

“You’re not that drunk.”

“Drunk enough to be shit at metaphors.”

“It’s…” Sunny extricated herself from Joy’s hug. “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re getting at, and I appreciate it. It’s just that a few words don’t really fix a brain, you know?”

Joy nodded slowly, watching as Sogeum casually stalked across the room. “Yup. But believe me. I’m here for you, at least. So if you need a friend, or some company, I’m at the top of your list.”

The cat plopped herself on the floor, right up against Sunny’s leg. Joy giggled. “Fuck off, kitty. I just said I was the top.”

It seemed the topic of conversation was ready to change. Sunny smiled, and it was enough to indicate her understanding.

“So!” Joy moved things along. “A pile of free, top of the line sex toys in your living room. What’s a young woman to do about that?”

Sunny snorted. “Well I’m not going to masturbate while I have company over, that’s for sure.” She grabbed another box from the pile and handed it over, doing her best not to disturb Sogeum’s new resting place.

The new box took mere seconds to open, this time revealing a black silicone butt plug with a red gem in the base. The casing suggested that a picture could be inserted beneath the gem, and it appeared there was one already there as an example. Joy had to flip it around to a variety of angles before she could make out that it contained a headshot of Dreamcatcher’s Jiu making finger hearts on her cheeks. She cocked her head, wondering if the image had actually been authorized.

Another box swapped between the womens’ hands. It took Joy a little longer to open than the last, but it turned out to be that way for a good reason, given that it was gently holding some fragile cargo: A red-tinted glass bottle of lube, labeled as “Juice from the Fruit of The Tree.” The lengthy product title had a snake winding through the letters.

“Well now they’re just really doubling down on this theme, aren’t they?” Sunny asked as she worked out how to open the next package, using her bottle opener as a makeshift knife.

Joy laughed and picked up yet another, now eager to see what kind of wild object it would contain. “Yeah, they really are! No lie, they’re starting to give me some ideas. Talk about sinful.”

“‘Oh I know,’” Sunny mocked the company, as SM artists often did, fingers still struggling to find their way under the first cardboard flap. “‘Let’s send Sunny a whole pile of sex junk. Bet she’s sinful enough to use it all.’ Like, come on Love-eye, or whatever your name is. What’s a single woman gonna do with all this? Hold up a pillow fort?”

“Hey, maybe he doesn’t know you’re single. Maybe there’s some stuff in here that takes two to tangle with… Fuck. Choerry’s got me using alliterations.”

Sunny barely managed to get her fingers inside the box, but her knuckles were turning white from the tightness of it. It seemed that she had left a portion of the packing tape uncut. “I said I was single on the show, though. I don’t think there will be any couples’ toys in here.”

“Oooh, I’m gonna make it a bet now.” Joy smirked. Her next sentence bypassed her verbal filter through the holes left in it by the alcohol. “If you get that thing open and there’s a strap on inside, you have to fuck me with it!”

A jerk of her arms snapped the remainder of the packing tape. Sunny chuckled. “You’re on. There’s no way it is.”

Joy had to admit that Sunny had a point, considering how small the package was. Surely it couldn’t fit a series of leather straps, or a dildo any larger than a couple of inches in any direction. The little voice in the back of her mind that told her making such an offer was stupid quieted down somewhat.

There was a moment of quiet. Sogeum rolled away from Sunny and made her way to the kitchen. Joy picked up another box, confident that she hadn’t just placed herself in an awkward situation. Sunny shook her head, amused. And then…

“J-Joy?”

Joy looked back, but wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at. It was a sort of mass of black string with some silver discs hanging off of it. Another piece of pink paper fluttered to the floor, where Joy picked it up and read aloud.

“‘The Obol.’ As Charon ferried Dante across the Styx and into the hole that is Hell, so too shall this state-of-the-art magnetic harness ferry our exclusive Dante’s Dive dildo into your… partner’s hole…”

There was more to be read, but both women seemed to get the point. The only sound in the room came from Sogeum chomping through some hard cat food in the kitchen. Slowly, their eyes raised and met. They both spoke at the same moment.

“That was a bet’s a joke bet right?”

Their drunken minds needed a moment to detangle their words into distinct sentences. Sunny’s “That was a joke, right?” and Joy’s “A bet’s a bet.”

Sunny started again first. “You know, we don’t have to.”

“I will if you want to.”

Every sentence being exchanged was followed by a palpable stillness. Joy’s heart beat loudly in her own ears, and she swore she could hear Sunny’s too.

“Do you… want to fuck me with that, Sunny?”

Sunny answered instantly. “Yup.”

There was a flurry of action, though it was slowed here and there by a tipsy stumble or two. Sunny gathered up an armful of the items on her coffee table, both sex toys and the bottle of soju, and sprinted for the bedroom. Joy rushed after her, messily attempting and failing to remove some of her clothes on the way.

Sogeum was spooked by the sudden kerfuffle and fled out of sight.

The bedroom was no less hectic. Sunny dropped everything on the bed except the soju, which she took one more swig of directly from the bottle before setting it dangerously close to the edge of her desk. She wiggled out of her shirt and bra, which attracted Joy’s attention instantly.

Joy struck at Sunny’s cleavage, wrapping her fingers as far as they could go around the legendary orbs, and her lips around one of the budding tips. Their differences in height made it awkward, but they very soon found their way to a horizontal state that eased that tension. Unfortunately, it was not on the bed, but on the floor, but they weren’t about to let something like that stop them.

What clothes they were still wearing exploded off their bodies. Joy’s shorts and shirt, Sunny’s pants and socks. All of it ended up in different sections of the room, thrown under and over furniture.

Joy was no stranger to encounters like this, and neither was Sunny. They had shared countless stories with each other… and some spit. But neither had considered their prior make out sessions to be precursors to explicitly sexual action. For her part, however, Joy considered this one differently, and Sunny’s hands searching half-blindly for Joy’s ass confirmed to her that Sunny thought the same.

Backs arched. Legs ground against one another. Open mouths met, trading the alcoholic scents that the women no longer cared to distinguish. Their minds had devoted themselves entirely to the search for physical pleasure.

A lot of exploratory prodding led Sunny’s fingers to the entrance to Joy’s pussy, failing to notice the number of pokes that ended up at Joy's exit. She took some time familiarizing herself with the drenched outer folds.

Joy, however, noticed the poking at her ass. Her mind swam with serotonin, thoughts of other people, and alcoholic fumes that seemed to rearrange the letters of her thoughts into nonsense. Or possibly into inspiration.

Inspiration relevant to the happenings at the prior year's award shows, that is.

Joy tried to pull back the moment Sunny’s fingers dipped inside her. She had opened her mouth to speak but instead groaned and arched herself further into Sunny’s grip on her sanity. "S-Sunny. B-bed."

At least that message was received loud and clear. Sunny dragged her fingers against Joy’s G-spot as she, disappointingly, pulled them out, nearly causing Joy to scream. The same fingers plunged into Joy’s mouth and quieted her as she diligently sucked her own juices from them.

The action transferred to the bed. Fingers immediately found their places again, and Joy bounced on her back in time with Sunny’s brutal shoves. Packaging bounced all around them. It was like a desperate, distracted game of Vegetable Shinobi for Joy, swiping at the jumping dildo. Sunny’s fingers were divine, eye-wateringly so, but Joy wanted something unholy.

Sunny muttered Joy’s name, catching her attention again. She lifted her head to meet for yet another imprecise kiss. Their legs twisted around each other. Joy could hear the desperation in Sunny’s moans, vibrating all the way down her throat, burning like the alcohol. She snaked a hand between them and found Sunny’s clit.

The moans freed themselves as Sunny bucked backward, almost out of Joy’s longer reach. Joy noted the exceptional reaction, and flipped Sunny onto her back, following immediately and putting herself in the position of power Sunny had initiated.

“You’re gonna fuck me with the strap on… right, Sunny?”

Sunny’s eyes widened, and she grabbed the toys.

“No, not yet,” Joy stalled in her most seductive voice. She slid down, nearly falling off the bed, and wrenched Sunny’s legs wide open with her elbows.

Sunny clenched her fingers around the hell-themed dildo for dear life. Joy’s name poured through her lips over and over again as Joy’s lips poured over her pussy.

Joy had to fight Sunny’s strength to keep her spread thighs from clamping around her head. She wanted to keep hearing her senior beg, loud and clear. To that end, she dug in her tongue, unable to penetrate far, but far enough to open Sunny up and feel the wetness flow into her mouth.

“Please… Joy… I’m close… Joy, please! Joy, don’t stop!”

The thought flitted through Joy’s head, that perhaps denying Sunny her orgasm would be fun, but something about the way she said it made Joy wonder if Sunny’s neediness was rooted in her loneliness, more than in her desire to get off. She shifted herself to wrap her arms under Sunny’s legs and pulled. It wasn’t possible for them to be any physically closer than they were, but she wanted to make it feel like they could be.

Sunny’s voice cracked, choked, and broke into a scream. Joy winced as her tongue was squeezed uncomfortably, but she wasn’t about to stop. The back arches, hair grasping, and pained gasps that followed were worth it.

Joy kept it up until Sunny’s body fell back down and her muscles relaxed. Only then, she removed herself to ask, “Need a break before my turn?”

A smile crept up Sunny’s mouth. Her fingers tightened around the dildo she still had in her hand. “Get… back down here.”

If there was any benefit Joy appreciated most about idol training, it was recovery speed, and Sunny still had it. Joy picked up the strap, quickly figuring out how it was supposed to fit and sliding it up Sunny’s legs. The motion doubled as her approach for another make out.

Of course, Joy was still immensely horny. Her interest in making out with Sunny was overshadowed by her desire to get fucked savagely, but she had the wherewithal to hold out, to let it happen naturally. She was always good at letting others take the lead. Whether they led from the top or from the bottom didn’t especially matter to her.

The alcohol made her more impatient than usual though. She forced herself to wait for the five-speed pounding she’d get, but she ground herself against Sunny’s leg in the meantime. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long. Sunny threw her to the side and attached the vibrator to the unusual strap with very little trouble. Joy fingered herself as she watched.

“Fuck, yes, Sunny. This is going to be so goo--”

Sunny practically tackled Joy. Their lips collided again, strap hovering somewhere between Joy’s legs, but not close enough for her to feel it.

The moment she did, though, Joy grabbed Sunny’s ass and pulled. The lack of accuracy was made up for by the inhuman amount of lubrication present; both Joy’s and the curious synthetic compound that the dildo exuded seemingly of its own volition.

It was almost too much for Joy. The dildo was certainly longer than any she had used before, and bottoming out at full speed meant it hit her rather painfully in the cervix. She hissed, but otherwise just readjusted her legs in Sunny’s way to prevent the same thing from happening so easily again.

The strap held the dildo in place on Sunny’s body well. Despite its genuinely small frame, it seemed to prevent all wiggling. Every one of Sunny’s movements, including the less delicate, more intoxicated ones, translated to sensations that felt to Joy like a biologically attached dick, albeit with a plethora of extra features.

"You're so pretty, Joy," Sunny said. Even though she was doing all the work now, she wasn't nearly as winded as before. Knowing she’d affected Sunny made Joy grin into another kiss.

“No you,” Joy said with a smirk. She knew this would be good, but she truly underestimated how great it would be to see Sunny’s famous tits jiggling with the effort of fucking her. The sheen of sweat covering them would ensure the night wouldn’t be forgotten, even if Joy had another drink or two.

Joy’s first orgasm struck quickly and unexpectedly. Her breath stopped and a shudder spiked through her body from her core to the tips of her toes and fingers and head. The ability to think normally left her for a brief moment. She only kept the fleeting question of whether or not Sunny was able to feel Joy’s climax. Stars popped in and out of existence, obscuring Joy’s view of Sunny’s fantastic body.

It all faded relatively soon after, but it wasn’t enough for Joy. As soon as her lungs refilled, she screamed, “More! Sunny! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god!” She was practically numb everywhere, except for every square inch of her that the dildo rubbed, slid, and vibrated against. Her arms and legs wrapped around Sunny on their own.

Joy, eyes half closed, barely registered when Sunny slowed down to grab and open the extra package. She did, however, notice the sudden prodding feeling at her asshole.

“Sun--”

She couldn’t even finish Sunny’s name before something slipped its way into her butt. Her vision cleared up enough to see that even while she continued thrusting, Sunny had one hand tucked between them, and it was the source of the extra intrusion.

A couple more thrusts though, and Joy was lost to the pleasure again. She started to pant instead of scream or moan, or perhaps she was whimpering, or speaking fluent Polish. Joy couldn’t have said one way or the other. Another orgasm hit. And another. And another. She knew some time was passing between each one, but whether it was seconds or days between no longer mattered. Her mind was fading out of existence.

Until, that is, it wasn’t.

With seemingly no provocation, Joy suddenly remembered Cheungae. She had been meaning to talk to Sunny about him before they had gotten drunk. Her mind wandered, far, far more than it normally would during such intense sex.

Cheungae had taken her out several times since their first, less-than-professional meeting at the MAMAs with Wheein. Even though Joy knew he was struggling financially, he always insisted on paying for coffee, but would give up if he saw the bill when Joy took him to some of the much higher end restaurants.

He was always so polite, genuine, and humble. He didn’t even question when Joy told him they couldn’t be in a relationship, but instead insisted that they could be friends. Joy wondered if it was fair to him that she was treating him as a boyfriend in every way but name while she was still having a grand old time fucking everyone else in the industry. Cheungae knew about it, but wasn’t part of it.

And yet, sex with Cheungae made Joy feel good. Great, even. She could recreate the sensations in her mind for days afterward. His slim, toned figure hovering over her, his face contorted beautifully in adorable agony, his admittedly mediocre cock managing to hit her just right with every move. She couldn’t stop picturing him.

Another orgasm smashed through Joy’s illusion. The mental image of perfectly human Cheungae was instantly replaced with the very physical image of god-like Sunny. As tended to happen, Joy held her breath as the climax coursed through her. Her muscles contracted until she was holding Sunny in a deathly grip.

“F-fuck. Sunn-ny. Slow… slow down.”

It seemed that the request was desperately needed by both lovers, because rather than simply slow down, Sunny fell over. Joy’s pussy immediately craved to be filled again, but she knew she needed to clear her head. And besides that, she still had an odd full sensation. When her muscles relaxed enough for her to move of her own volition, she reached beneath herself and recoiled again at the feeling of a drenched butt plug. Her fingertips carried a puddle of mixed cum and lube back up.

“I’m sorry… Joy… I think that’s all I have left in me,” Sunny said between gasps.

Joy made note of her own throat and how dry it was. Whatever sound she was making while she borderline hallucinated, she’d be regretting it for a while. “All good. I was losing my sanity. That was unbelievable.”

Sunny giggled. It sounded painful. “The vibrator… or the surprise plug?”

Joy giggled back. “The plug was definitely a surprise. Was that the one with Jiu's face in it?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool,” Joy sat up, her head swimming in the aftermath. “But I just think it was you using the stuff that made it so good.”

Sunny seemed invigorated by the compliments. She smiled and reached under the bed, making some noise and bringing up a bottle of water. The two of them swapped it back and forth until it was empty and then collapsed into one another, idly feeling each others' bodies up the whole time.

“Does that mean you’re up for another… night like this? Or day?” Sunny asked as she fondled Joy’s tits. It sounded like she had sobered up, at least most of the way. Joy was too afraid of what she would see to look at a clock.

“You fucking know it,” Joy responded while she brushed her fingers up and down Sunny’s inner thighs. It was a reflex for her to agree, but she cringed inwardly as soon as she did, realizing how much more sober she had become herself, and how she wished she wasn’t. She was thinking about Cheungae again.

There was a barrage of light kisses all over her face, neck, and chest. Sunny looked far too happy for Joy to feel okay about retracting her statement.

“Maybe not right now though,” Joy said, just in case Sunny was already getting ideas. “We should really get to bed.”

She didn’t hear any arguments. They simply got up, and only long enough to flip up the duvet, flinging all of the remaining sex toys off, and jumped underneath.

It took a minute for Joy to realize she needed to remove the surprise butt plug. It was easy enough, and she ended up tossing it to the floor without looking at it.

Joy wrapped herself around Sunny. She was usually the big spoon, not that it bothered her. Sunny’s bare back felt comfortably hot against her chest and stomach. Cheungae liked being the big spoon too. He’d swap with her all the time…

“Hey, Sunny?”

“Mmm?” Sunny was on the verge of sleep, it seemed.

Joy lowered her voice, barely above a whisper. “Have you ever thought about… Settling down, I guess? Just being with one person?”

She didn’t expect Sunny to have an immense store of wisdom, but she hoped for more than what she got: a snore.

“Good night to you too, Sunny.”

[dazz-linglight]

INCEPTION

Pairing: Werewolf!San x Werewolf!Reader

(should I make this a series?)

Genre: AU Fluff/Smut

Every werewolf knew that when they completed 18 they were ready to find their respective mates. Mates are made for each other, chosen by the Moon to be their permanent love. San was already 21 and had yet to find his and thinks about her everyday, asking the goddess to bring his mate soon and his wish was finally granted on his first day of the second year in college. He was just walking in when a sudden new scent caught him off guard. A strong, sweet and powerful scent in its ability to tug at something deep and primal within him giving urges he had never truly felt until this moment.

You were walking through the campus with a friend when he got hit by the strong scent of cinnamon and coffee coming from you, making him dizzy and euphoric, his heart beating faster and even faster when your eyes met his. He couldn't contain the big smile that occupied his lips, instantly being full of love while you went through the same, falling hard for him and leaving your friend to follow the path until the two of you were just centimeters apart. His scent of honey embraced you all over when he reached to touch your face, wanting to know if you were real or if he was dreaming again.

"My Luna.." When you smiled at the nickname he wanted nothing more than to kiss you and he did exactly that, smooching your cheeks first and then going to your lips, hugging you by the waist while you brought him closer by the shoulders, getting on the tip of your toes to match his height. You separate after a minute to recover the air, keeping close to each other.

"Choi San." He finally presented himself.

"Ah.. I'm ________" You said laughing softly until remembering where you were. "Oh, I have to go to class! Here, give me your number.." You took out your phone and gave it to him, he immediately typed the number and saved it as My Sannie ❤️, soon giving it back to you.

"Can I take you there?" He asked biting his lower lip.

"No, you have class too, I don't want to make you get late. We can get lunch together?"

"Yes! Okay, then you better go, then I can see you sooner." He said pulling your hand to his lips, leaving a cute kiss on your skin and then letting you go.

"See you soon, San!" You said waving at him and going back to your friend, also a werewolf, who was closer watching the whole thing. The two of you went to into the Business building, telling her everything you felt finding your mate.

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During class, San had saved your contact as My Mate ❤️ and sent messages to you, starting a game of questions to get to know you better and you got to know about him too, going back and forth with preferences, dislikes, food, family and friends and so on. At the end of classes, San told his friends and the alpha that he finally found his mate and they were happy for him, a few of them already found their mates and some of them not. On their way out of the campus, San kept looking around trying to find you but you found him first, coming from behind and covering his eyes and he smiled turning around to see you.

"Guys, this is my mate, _____." He said looking at his brothers proudly then back at you, burying his face on your neck to rub his scent on you and you waved at them.

"Hi.." You stand on his side to get a better look at his brothers, still holding San's hand and one of them laughed at San who hasn't stopped looking at you with his gold eyes.

"This is our Alpha Hongjoong, the taller ones are Yunho and Mingi, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung and our youngest Jongho." The one who laughed was Wooyoung.

"It's funny to see hyung so whipped." Wooyoung was one of the the boys that didn't meet his mate yet, so he found funny how mates seemed hypnotized by each other.

"I bet you will be worse when you meet your mate, Wooyoung." Hongjoong said laughing at the thought, knowing Wooyoung was already clingy with the members of the pack and everybody agreed. You were happy to see that everyone in San's pack had a light spirit and good sense of humor.

"Well, let's eat? I'm starving." The youngest said between them.

"Chicken!" Yeosang smelled chicken from afar and started walking in front of them. San squeezed your hand and led you inside the restaurant.

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Finishing lunch you pulled at the hem of San's shirt to get his attention and he immediately looked at you, passing a hand on your shoulder and bringing you to peck your cheek.

"San, will you come home with me?" You asked him quietly, wanting to have time alone with your new found mate, which quickly accepted.

"Guys, we'll be going first." San told them already getting up from his seat and pulling your bag on his shoulder, you following after saying your byes.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Yunho said before you two were far, receiving a slap from Hongjoong and making the others snicker.

San drove you to the other side of the city where your pack belong, holding your hand while you guided him. Your fellow friends were surprised to see you with company, but were quick noticed it was your mate by the way he held you and the cute smile on your faces. Getting inside the house, the two of you left shoes and bags at the door while your inner wolf was screaming for you to pounce on him.

"We have the next 3 or 4 hours to ourselves before the girls come back.. I want to confess something before we go to my room." You said nervously picking on your fingers and San frowned, petting your hair to try and calm you down.

"You can tell me anything, baby" You lay your hands on his chest looking up to his brown eyes.

"I have plushies in my bed.." You broke eye contact to look at his broad shoulders not for long until he held your chin up to look at him again.

"No need to be ashamed for that. Wanna know why?" You nodded at his questions and he brought his face closer to your neck, whispering the next words.

"I have plushies too." He smiled looking back at your surprised face.

"Really?"

"Really, I'll show them to you anytime or even bring them here so they can be friends." He showed his dimples and you smiled too, touching his cheeks with the tip of your fingers, happy to be surrounded by his warmth.

"I'm so glad that you're here.."

"Me too, I've been waiting for so long to find you." He rested his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"Please mark me.." You voiced your desire before being able to control your words, your inner wolf excited to finally get into action while San's wolf was also happy to oblige to his instincts, bringing you up to wrap your legs on his waist and followed your scent around the house to find your room. He placed you down in the middle of your bed and you pulled him for a heavy kiss, trying to cease any little distance and soon San was leaning down to kiss and bite your neck, all the clothes coming off one by one until you were both naked and exposed.

"You look so perfect, love.." San kissed down your throat, collarbones, chest and everywhere he could till reaching your core, inhaling your arousal and held your thighs apart, connecting his lips onto you. Every bit of self control he had until now we're thrown out the window as he eats you out, driven by your wetness, moans and the way you pulled on his hair so deliciously. His tongue moved fast and strong, giving you waves of pleasure and he felt delighted for making you feel good. You were almost there and tapped on his shoulder, making him look up.

"San please.. I want to cum with you.." Your legs twitched and he stopped, sitting up and lifted a hand to clean his lips, licking the wetness on his fingers at the same time he stroked his hard on, getting closer to you once more and positioning you in dog style and making himself comfortable behind you on your center. He pushed in slowly to not hurt you and when he finally got it in you listened to the deep growl coming from his chest as he bottomed out and soon his pace speeding up gradually, making you get louder and louder.

"Can I?" He whispered nuzzling under your ear and you knew he was talking about the mark, wanting to hear you say it again.

"Yes, make me yours." He let out a low groan, brushing your hair out of the way and planting his fangs in the space between your shoulder and neck, creating the mark only mates could to seal the bond. It gave you both a rush of adrenaline and happiness that caused you goosebumps, your scents getting mixed in the air, sharing the warmth and fondness of each other and it made you cum faster, squirming under his hold for a few seconds as he continued to thrust in and out until he reached his own climax, knotting you and having the two of you stuck together for the next minutes.Soon he laid you down in a spoon position and pulled you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"This is the best day of my life." He giggled a little breathless, his chest shaking against your back you smile at the feeling, scooting impossibly closer to him.

"I can't believe you're real."

"I'm very real." He squeezed your hip and you hide your face on your pillow with a laugh.

"Do you to go for a run later?" You asked curious to see his wolf form.

"Oh yeah, I bet you're the prettiest wolf ever."

"I bet it's you." You bicker playfully and San covers your face in kisses, tickling your sides.