#i'm surprised it didn't take me until almost midnight to finish this.............. like i Usually do...........................

[avian-hearts]

hi <3 casually loafs on your lap and doesn't move for the next something hours

[ s/i on the left uses any pronouns, f/o on the right uses he/him ]

[steddieas-shegoes]

sounds like a date

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is sharing food' rated g | 743 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, flirting

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"Can I have a fry?" Eddie asked with his mouth half full of the last fry he'd stolen off Steve's plate.

"Why didn't you just get your own fries?" Steve asked, handing him a fry from his plate.

"Because I only wanted a couple and you always share with me," Eddie shoved the fry into his mouth.

That was true; Steve always shared his food when they were having their usual date night at the diner. In fact, he pretty much only got fries because he knew Eddie would want some.

He preferred just eating his turkey club sandwich and smiling over at Eddie who always ordered two milkshakes because he could never decide on a flavor, a cheeseburger, onion rings that he complained were soggy every time, and a chef salad for balance.

Eddie never finished his food, or the milkshakes, but he always finished Steve's fries.

So it became an unspoken routine, something Steve wasn't even sure Eddie noticed even after months of doing it. Robin said he was a sap for doing it, but he didn't care.

"How's the chocolate shake?" Steve asked as Eddie dipped another stolen fry into it. "Good with the fries?"

"Yeah, but the strawberry is better. They didn't add extra chocolate syrup this time," Eddie half-pouted, as if he didn't complain about their lack of chocolate in the chocolate shake every time he ordered it.

"Can I have a sip of your Coke?" Eddie asked after another minute of stealing fries from Steve's plate.

Steve wordlessly handed his cup over, surprised it took him this long to ask for it. He usually asked way before he'd even started on the fries.

Eddie, as expected, took a few large sips, almost draining the rest of the drink.

"Why doesn't the waitress ever bring us napkins?" Eddie asked as he set the cup back down in front of Steve.

Steve handed him one of the napkins he'd grabbed from the table they passed on the way to their own. The waitress did always forget to bring them, so Steve prepared.

"You're so good to me," Eddie smirked, brushing his foot against Steve's ankle under the table.

Steve was pretty sure the waitress knew what was going on between them and just hadn't bothered to say anything, and the rest of the diner was empty. Their date night was pretty late, right after Eddie's Hellfire night with the kids that always seemed to go longer and longer. It was damn near midnight now, most of the town in bed, the rest up to no good somewhere else.

It was peaceful, being here with Eddie like this.

It was a look at a future they could have, at least a version of it, though neither of them planned on staying in Hawkins forever.

Steve slid his plate of the few remaining fries over to Eddie and wiped his hands on his napkin. "Finish 'em. I'm done."

"You didn't even eat any," Eddie pointed out before grabbing another one.

"Wasn't that hungry, I guess."

"Mhm," Eddie smirked knowingly, but didn't comment further.

"All set for the bill?" The waitress came by to ask, tapping her pen against the pad of paper. "Who gets it tonight?"

Eddie pointed at Steve, like he did every single week they did this.

Steve took the bill from her hand like he did every single week.

He pulled out his wallet, grabbed the $10 in cash he always kept there for date night, and handed it back to her.

Eddie waited until she walked away to pull out his wallet, grabbing $2 for a tip.

"You know at some point, you may have to actually pay for a date," Steve said as he slipped his jacket on.

"Maybe," Eddie shrugged, like he knew Steve loved paying for their date, made him feel like he could provide. Eddie joked it was his inner caveman. "Maybe I'll just take us on a nice road trip with all this money I'm savin'."

"Oh?" Steve froze.

Eddie looked back at him, beaming smile.

"Yeah. Next month sound good to you? A tour of diners across the midwest. Every night is date night. All my treat," Eddie suggested, like he'd already had this planned for a while. "I'd love to steal your fries in new places, Stevie."

Steve felt himself blushing, somehow always surprised at the lengths Eddie went to to make him feel so loved.

"Sounds like a date."

[onmyyan]

So I'm imagining a bit of a silly concept, but imagine delivery driver!reader with yanderes Dick and Jason. Like they'll keep ordering from the place reader works in hopes that reader will show up (and she will - your boss got fed up with all the 1 star reviews when anyone other than you shows up) but they act like creeps trying to get you to join in on their movie night or whatever. They totally don't realize they're being creeps, though - this is their darling! They would never scare her! But like reader gets fed up with them "propositioning" her so she has her boss put them on the do not deliver list. The boys are surprised (they knew her boss was sending all those other drivers on purpose! 🙄), but it's nothing a call to Barbara can't fix (she wants to be an Auntie ASAP - platonic yan Barbara, perhaps?)

It starts with a simple delivery to Wayne Manor, one insignificant package set their sights on you, but could you blame them? That smile when you handed Dick the package, the pretty laugh you let out when Jason said something witty, it wasn't their fault you enamored them with a single meeting, and it didn't help when you delivered their second package, about a week after the first, and remember their names, the audacity to do such a thing and not expect them to fall in love.

Anytime someone other than you shows up they're met with the coldest glares, Dick is short with them, no banter no charm, Jason straight up doesn't speak to anyone that isn't you.

They don't start to get creepy until about week three, that's how long their resolve lasts before Dick is inviting you in for a drink, you must be hot in that uniform of yours, why don't you come inside? It's cool in the manor and he's sure your boss wouldn't miss you for a few minutes.

Jason, to his credit, really does try to be casual about his interest, of course it's anything but casual, he pretends to be working on his bike when you come to get his signature, purposely showing off as he takes his time signing, intense blue eyes staring at you with an intensity that made you sweat. He says a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to work so hard, that you should have someone to take care of you, you grit your teeth biting out a smile as you snatch the tablet back as soon as he finishes signing.

It isn't until your latest delivery do you put them on the do not deliver list, as usual they were together when you rang the doorbell, Dick smiles so brightly at you, you'd think you were delivering the stars in a neatly wrapped box. "Hey (y/n)!" He greets you like a long time friend instead of someone you'd only spoken to a handful of times, "You mind bringing that inside?" He asks the question and despite its oddity, you comply bringing the package inside.

Jason closes the door behind you, causing you to jump, when the hell did he get here?

"Good to see you bunny." He was always calling you pet names, far too intimate for your liking, he smirks before taking the box from your hands, his fingers purposely brushing against yours. "You're like a little messenger fairy."

You choose to ignore him, turning to Dick, you hold out the tablet for him to sign. "We'll get to that in a minute- why don't you sit down for a sec?" He sits on the couch patting the spot beside him. "I gotta get back to my route-"

"it's midnight, you guys stop delivering after midnight right?" Jason speaks up causing you to look at him, he looks way too satisfied with himself, catching you in a lie. Feeling trapped you sit on the couch reluctantly. "What's up?" You ask looking between the two, Jason remains standing his beefy arms crossed across his chest. God he made you uneasy.

"we've noticed how hard you've been working lately and since we're friends-" you don't hide the confusion on your face at the proclamation, "-We figured you could use a break." Dick spoke almost as if he was nervous. "Come on bunny, take a load off." Jason finally sat down sandwiching you between the two.

"or- and hear me out on this one, you sign for your package and I leave?" They share a look before Dick is almost sadly signing the tablet. "Well if you ever wanna just chill or something-"

You don't hesitate you leap off the couch and run out the door, heart slamming so hard in your chest you felt the rumble in your throat.

You thought you'd be done with them after putting their names on your company's do not deliver list, and for about a week you are, until they realize what's going on and collectively lose their minds.

Barbara couldn't stand seeing two of her closest friends so down, so unlike themselves, once they explain the situation to her she's quick to act, understanding their... particular intensity when it came to love, and clearly you'd stolen their hearts, she couldn't stand to see them so upset so she quickly devizes a plan to get you back where you belong.

All it takes is hacking into your company's files to find your route and schedule, it's like child's play to her to set up the meeting, she ordered a shit ton of stuff all for you unbeknownst to you of course, all items you'd need for your upcoming vacation, Bruce had a few private islands for situations just like this one, and it be the perfect place for Dick and Jason to break you in. By the time you left the little slice of paradise, you'd be a perfect little darling.

With a smile too pretty for her deeds, she presses confirm on the order and sends a text to the guys.

"Your Darling is approaching with your order."

[htttg]

Argument - Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: You spend a day getting ignored by your girlfriend until she realises...

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"Babe!" I heard Less call from the bedroom and I paused my show to go and check on her. She was standing in our room, holding her hairspray in her hand.

"Yeah?"

"Have you been using my hairspray?" she asked

"No, why?"

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure, yeah, Less you know I don't ever really use hairspray, and I would ask you anyway,"

"I don't remember finishing it, that's all,"

I had the feeling she didn't really believe me, but I genuinely hadn't touched her hairspray, so I guessed she'd just forget it eventually.

"Okay, you wanna come watch a film together?"

"I might join you in a little bit,"

I went back down to the tv, expecting Less to join me at some point, but she never did. I could hear her rummaging around the bathroom and bedroom, opening all the cupboards and going through the drawers.

I would usually have helped her find for what she was looing for, but my muscles were aching at the moment after a particularly hard workout this morning.

Eventually, Less came backdown stairs and grabbed sat in the kitchen to eat something. I felt like I hadn't seen her much today, so I went and joined her.

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, kissing her cheek as I hugged me. To my genuine surprise, she drew away from me.

"I'm trying to eat," she muttered, her voice flat, sounding annoyed.

"Sorry," I apologised sheepishly, and backed off, deciding to get something to eat as well seeing as it was almost dinner time, "are you going somewhere?" I asked, noticing she was wearing her nice perfume and a little more makeup than normal

"Yeah, I'm going round to Tooney's, I'm leaving in like an hour,"

"Were you going to tell me?" I asked, feeling a little out of the loop and dejected.

"At some point, yeah course,"

"I can give you a lift-"

"No, that's fine Ella said she'd come get me,"

"Alright then, have fun,"

I put my salad together, and sat down next to her, expecting a conversation to start soon after like it normally did. Something felt a little off, a little cold. I took my salad and finished it in front of the tv.

She went out soon after that, she didn't say goodbye to me or anything. No goodbye kiss or hug like normal. The house felt so empty after she'd gone, so quiet.

I got restless sitting on the sofa, and decided to go on a walk. I went upstairs to grab a jacket. I slid on one of Lessi's jackets, and was about to leave the bedroom when the bin caught my eye. I stared at the empty hairspray can in the bin, remembering the conversation we'd had earlier.

Is that why she was being weird? She thought I'd used her hairspray?

Anger and hurt stung my insides. There's no way she thought I'd just lie to her face like that, right?

I pulled her jacket off, hanging it back up in the wardrobe and grabbed one of my own.

I didn't want to give her another reason to ice me out.

I expected the walk to clear my head, but my emotions just sort of multiplied. I was hurt that she'd been so cold, and I was angry that she hadn't believed me. I mean, she didn't even talk to me about it, she just ran off to Ella.

I wondered if she was talking to Ella about it now, telling her I'd lied to her face. I tried to push away the anger, begging some more understanding feelings to take over, but I couldn't seem to manage to understand her.

I got back home about half an hour later, mind fogged. I tried to forget it, and instead texted Less asking what time she'd be home.

Me: any idea what time you'll be back? Should I wait up?

I took a while for her to reply, but an hour later she texted back

Less: not after midnight - dont wait up

I watched to clock tick over to midnight, no Less. I watched as the time turned 1, no Less. I wanted to text, to make sure she was alright, but I knew she was. Either she'd lost track of the time, or she wasn't planning on coming back anytime soon. There was no text saying she'd be out later than expected, which she'd normally do even before she was due to get back.

I could text Tooney, but I figured I was a hot topic for them today, and just couldn't be bothered. I sighed, and just got into bed and tried to sleep.

The next morning, she still wasn't back. I couldn't really focus on my day, couldn't really be bothered to get out of bed or get changed, but I wasn't about to ruin my mood just because my girlfriend couldn't trust me not to use her hairspray.

I texted Leah, hoping she was free.

Me: ru free today I need a reason to get up cl

Leah: sure, shopping?

Me: perf, I'll pick u up in an hr

I forced myself out of bed, and into a cute outfit. I did some light makeup and had a cereal bar before leaving to house.

I got back before Less did, which hurt a little bit, but I just decided to do some baking or something to keep myself busy.

Less got back as I was sifted in the flour. She didn't call out a hello like she normally would. I left the baking and went to see her.

"I didn't realise when you said midnight you meant the next day," I muttered to her, watching her untie her laces

"Sorry, we had a bit to drink and lost track of time, Tooney said I could stay over and I didn't think you'd want to deal with me drunk,"

"A text would've been nice. I was worried,"

I hadn't been worried, I knew she was blanking me, but she didn't have to know that.

"Well, I told you not to wait up,"

"Alright," I answered, going back to my cookies

She followed me into the kitchen a few moments later, and I saw her stop short at the shopping on the side. I knew what she'd seen. I didn't look at her, instead focusing on my cookies as she processed it.

I scooped them onto a baking tray, and turned around, jumping back when she was right behind me, a new can of hairspray in her hands.

"You- you bought me a new one?"

"Well yeah," I shrugged, "I was out anyway and you mentioned you ran out, so I grabbed another can,"

I tried to walk away, put she took my hand and pulled me back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly.

It took me a second to process the action, but once she'd nestled her head into the crook of my neck, I returned the hug, my arms snaking around her waist.

I relaxed into the hug, pulling her closer and breathing into her gently. The familiar feeling washed over me, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"I was such a bitch," she mumbled into the hug, "I'm sorry,"

I pulled away, and pressed a kiss into her cheek.

"It's okay," I mumbled

She shook her head.

"I knew you were telling the truth, I just-"

"It's okay, really,"

It was a bit of a lie, but I could tell she was really hating herself for it, so I nodded reassuringly.

"You're too perfect for me,"

I chuckled softly.

"That might be true,"

She hit my arm softly, a small smile on her face.

"I buy you hairspray and you hit me, wow I feel appreciated,"

"Oh shut up. Can we have the rest of the day in? I fancy watching that film now," 

I nodded, "course Less,"

[sharedramblings]

Solace is Found in You; Solace is You

Summary: Sleeping with each other is the best kind of sleep.

Author's note: Just a little something that I successfully finished because apparently my brain doesn't want me to accomplish anything.

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Finally.

That was all she can think about once she's inside your quarters. Larissa was careful in her movements, painfully aware that it's possibly midnight at the very least. She didn't know if you're still awake so it's best to be cautious, her feet silently moving towards the bedroom.

Her fond, small smile was accompanied by tiredness from the day when she saw your sleeping form, your head the only part of your body peeking out of the blanket. She can imagine one of your hand resting on her side of the bed, something she noticed you doing when she's not in there to occupy it.

She crossed what little distance was left to come near you, placing a light and short kiss on your temple. The tiny sigh she heard you produce after made her eyes soften more. Even when you're asleep, you don't fail to react to her affections.

After that, Larissa went on autopilot, freeing her hair from her usual updo before changing into her nightwear. She finished her night routine of removing her make up and applying her skincare routine as quickly yet as adequately as possible, wanting to join you in bed without any more delay.

You're almost always successful in waiting for her on days like this, even though she tells you multiple times on multiple occasions that you don't need to. But tonight your own fatigue won and knocked you out, and you weren't entirely sure if you even fought against it.

"Hi" you whispered, groggy from sleep, your arm sluggishly lifting the cover to welcome her in bed when she's on her side of the mattress, finally ready to lay with you. Larissa's heart almost dropped to her stomach in shock when she heard you, oblivious that you've roused from sleep.

"Hi, darling. Did I wake you?" she murmured while she settled beside you, fixing the blanket so it can cover you both.

You just shake your head slightly, hoping she can understand it. "Can't... really sleep... w'out you" your voice was still thick with sleep and exhaustion that your words come out slurred.

"I'm here now. Go back to sleep" you simply hummed, your body still not conscious enough for your brain and mouth to produce proper words consistently. You snuggle in her warmth, sighing at the peacefulness and comfort her closeness brings.

Larissa's entire body relaxes the moment she's surrounded by your touch. Your arm enclosed her by her waist, your legs entwined with hers, and your head was positioned near her chest and she can feel your little exhales of breath in her skin. She's no longer the headmistress of Nevermore Academy at this instance, no. She's now the part of her that's outside her responsibilities as the principal, outside of work, and outside of everything it involves. The part where she's simply a woman in her lover's embrace. Her absolute favorite part of her life.

"Missed you." You were fighting your drowsiness to tell her that. You haven't seen each other much today, and it's only the beginning. Today marks the month that Larissa's busier than usual, with events and meetings and even more paperwork to deal with. You understood that it comes with the job, and you let her do her thing until you deem that intervention is needed. On some days you'll coax her into resting for a while, whether it be just a few minutes of moving her eyes away from everything or taking naps. On others, you set up a surprise date, leave a note in her desk, bring her a pick me up to cheer her up, cuddles, kisses, words of encouragement.

"I missed you too, sweetheart" she kisses you on the crown of your head, breathing in your scent while she's at it.

As a final act with the last energy left in your semi-conscious state, you tilt your head upwards, lips in a pout while your eyes remain closed. Your movements made her curious so she went to look down on you, immediately smiling at your adorableness. She gave you a quick peck on the lips, then you move your head back in place.

"G'night, Ri."

"Good night, darling"

Sleep quickly snuck up on her right after that, and her eyes shut closed as she succumbed to it willingly, allowing herself to get washed away in your embrace after such a long, hectic day.

[vale-laufeyson]

Loki sh

SUMMARY | You have been struggling lately, and the rest of the Avengers are starting to take notice of this. One night, Thor approaches you and catches you off-guard, making you suddenly feel very self-conscious about your arms and legs. Loki happens to be nearby and notices, making sure you're feeling safe as he comes to your rescue.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mentions of past self-harm, mentions of depression, Thor being an asshole, Loki being a really great friend.

You haven't been in the best headspace lately, and it is starting to show. Not just in the way you dress or look, but in your behavior too. Usually, you don't mind people seeing your scars nowadays, especially the Avengers, but your depression has been catching up with you again. The missions have been getting harder and it is difficult for you to stay focused when you're even going on one to begin with. Where you used to be the light of every room you walk into, now you're feeling like you bring everyone down with you as your mood turns sour very quickly.

You've rarely gotten out of bed these last few days, and your hygiene has been suffering as a result. When Steve calls you in for another mission, you text him to say you can't go, because you're not feeling well but you don't want to talk about it. He accepts but he's worried regardless, he's seen you go down a spiral like this before. Not much later, he's at your door, knocking softly. "Y/N? Can I come in?" he says but you send him away. "Okay, but please take care of yourself, okay?" he asks and answer, you don't have the strength. you don't

That evening, you have a sudden burst of energy, and decide to take advantage of it by taking a shower and getting yourself cleaned up a little. When you're done it's already close to midnight, so you just put on a pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra, so you can get a snack and something to drink before diving back into your bed. You look at yourself in the mirror and your eyes go over the scars on your arms, legs, and stomach, some from battle, but most from the years of self-harm. Some faded into almost nothing, some still pink from the fact that they're relatively fresh. You haven't done it in almost three months, but the scars don't fade that quickly, and you're well aware.

You finally manage to rip yourself away from the mirror and you walk towards the kitchen, not expecting anyone. When you arrive in the kitchen, however, you're met with a surprise in the form of a certain God of Thunder, as Thor is sitting in the kitchen eating a snack. "Hey Y/N-", he says before the rest of the words die in his mouth, and his eyes are grazing over your scars. You want to curl into a ball and cry right about now, because you're extremely uncomfortable at this moment, but you're trying to stay strong. "What the... I thought you stopped harming yourself," Thor says as he walks up to you with big steps, and grabs your arms into his big hands.

"Thor, please let me go," you whimper, tears starting to trickle down your face. "Not before you tell me why-" he says bluntly, but suddenly you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Brother, I believe the lady said she wants you to let go," Loki says and Thor immediately does, but not before looking at them for a few more seconds. "I thought you didn't-" he starts, but Loki doesn't let him finish. "Stop, she's already in enough distress as is right now. Just go and don't be such a dick next time," he says shortly to Thor and he pulls his eyes away from you. "I'm sorry," is all he says before walking out of the kitchen, and you sink into your knees, sobbing uncontrollably at this point.

"Is it okay if I touch you? I just want to hold you in my arms until you calm down, that's all," Loki says as he crouches in front of you, and you nod with your face in your hands. He wraps his arms around you softly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, calming you down. The two of you stay like that for what feels like forever, and multiple Avengers came to check up on you, but Loki whisked them away without saying a word. He didn't have to, because they all knew he had it under control, he is taking care of you right now.

When your sobs have turned down to soft sniffles, you take your hands away from your face and you look at Loki, who gives you nothing but a look of pure adoration. "Hi beautiful girl, I'm glad to have you back," he says as he softly runs his fingers through your hair. "Do you want me to bring you to your bedroom?" he asks and you nod, and he picks you up so your wrap your arms and legs around his shoulders and waist. "Ah, you're my little koala bear now!" he softly jokes and you chuckle a little because he's not wrong.

All you can think of is how grateful you are right now. In all honesty, the two of you haven't spoken that many times, but you've always been nice to each other. You never expected him to do this, however, but you'll soak up every second of it while it lasts. He softly strokes your back in circles as he walks you to your bedroom, and he can feel you physically relax in his hold. "It's okay, beautiful, you're going to be okay," he says in your hair and smiles softly. He's glad he can help you like this, and he's honestly happy that he walked by when he did, because he doesn't want to think about what happened if he hadn't.

When the two of you arrived in your bedroom, he softly puts you down on the bed, and as he wants to walk away, you finally say something. "Thank you, Loki. For saving me," you say, and all he says in response is "Please, don't mention it. I'm just taking care of my love," he says before bending over and placing a kiss on your forehead. "Stay, please," you say and he does. He strips down until he's just wearing pants before climbing in the bed with you, as you curl up into his arms, your head against his chest. "We're going to talk about this later, right now, you need your sleep," he says and you agree, slowly falling into a deep sleep in his arms. You've never felt safer in your entire life than you do right now.

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

Lips Like Lightning (Skin So Sweet)

Pairing: Modern Aegon II Targaryen x reader (3rd person)

Rating: E

Warnings: booze and smut, you know the drill

This is a gift for my sweet @jadore-andor, who I was lucky enough to get in the HotD server Holiday Exchange! She loves a wet cat man and there are few more drunk, sarcastic, and pathetic than Aegon in the Paper Crowns AU

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"You really think you're hot shit, don't you?" She asked, a derisive little laugh trailing behind her words, not bothering to raise her voice over the noise of the band that played the stage.

"Oh, I know I'm hot shit, darling," he answered, pulling his pageboy hat off, shaking his chin length hair from his eyes and leaning against the bar. The lights from the stage caught in the white blonde strands, setting them off blue and red and green and purple. "I'm Aegon." He held his hand out.

She just looked at him, her eyes darting back to his face. "Good for you, Aegon." Her fingers wrapped around the glass in front of her and she threw back the rest of her drink, a slight grimace on her face at the burn of the alcohol. She didn't usually drink, but it seemed fitting in the face of "new year, new her".

"...Targaryen," he finished, his brows pulling together in confusion, his hand dropping limply as she made no moves to take it. He watched almost helplessly as she glanced down at her phone, the time - 10:32 pm - flashing.

When she looked back up her gaze traveled over his figure, taking in his hideous vintage sweater, tight torn jeans, and scuffed boots. He was handsome, pretty even, with his violet eyes and pouting mouth, but utterly unfamiliar to her. "That's quite the name. You say it as if I'm supposed to know who you are."

Aegon smiled, a slow, sensual unfurling of his lips, a flash of white teeth. "You aren't from around here, are you?"

"Oh, not even close." She smirked back at him, a little lost in his eyes, tangled up in the strobing lights that flashed over his face.

His answering laugh was good natured, if a little manic. There was something wicked about him that she liked, something libertine, something chaotic. "Then the name doesn't really mean shit. Can I buy you a drink anyway?"

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She nearly tripped over her own feet, Aegon's tipsy weight jerking her back as he gripped her hips. He pressed her into the elevator wall, his lips dragging over hers until she opened for him, laughing against his mouth and clinging to his shoulders. When he pulled back she pressed a fingertip to the dimple in his chin.

"You never told me your name," he whispered loudly.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from laughing, giving him her name, her cheeks heating as he repeated it back.

"You are lovely." His eyes danced over her figure, his hands wandering beneath her coat.

"And you are drunk," she teased.

He kissed her again and again and once more for good measure. "I assure you, love, I am always drunk. But I'm not blind."

The bell dinged before she could respond, the doors sliding open into a long hallway. Aegon pushed her out ahead of him, his hands on her hips guiding her to the door at the end. She was surprised when it didn't open with a key. He pressed his thumb to a little pad by the knob, the lock sliding free after a few seconds. When she glanced up toward the ceiling, a camera stared back, the little red light blinking down at her.

Maybe his name was more important than she initially thought.

But Aegon was nudging her through the door, peeling her coat from her shoulders and throwing it over the console table that sat just inside the entry to the loft, flicking on a lamp. She liked what she saw, surprised by the comfortable, lived-in nature of the loft. Framed concert posters hung on the exposed brick walls and a huge, low midnight blue sectional took up a chunk of the room, the floor covered in a mishmash of Turkish rugs. His record collection was impressive, everything from The Clash to Annie Lennox to Fleetwood Mac. Books and photos lined the shelves of massive built-ins, most featuring him and a troupe of matching pale blondes, their silver hair and violet eyes painting them all as family. In one was a girl, wrapped in a baby blue tulle dress and a leather jacket, a caterpillar crawling over her extended finger as she grinned excitedly. Another featured a young man with long hair and a sullen face, glaring at the camera and holding a pool stick, his middle finger aimed at the photographer - his right eye covered by a black patch. In a third was Aegon with a woman his own age, her chin resting on his head, her straight white hair falling around both of their faces like a curtain. Her eyes were closed while he rolled his, a wide smile on her pretty face, a cigarette in her hand. Suddenly, she was hit with the feeling that the man she'd come home with was nothing like the man she'd met at the bar. It was uncomfortable, the realization that they were both real people with real lives and that this was just a moment, a blip in time, a miniscule light in the dark.

But any light was better than none.

Tomorrow she would leave, heading home to Volantis to start the new year back in her real life. And Aegon Targaryen, whoever he was, would go back to the people in the pictures.

Music filtered in from hidden speakers, and she recognized the intro to Take It On The Run by REO Speedwagon. When she turned, she found him watching her, his eyes narrowed slightly before pasting a grin over his mouth and holding his hands up. "Like what you see?"

"I've spent the night in worse places," she answered, her brow raised in challenge. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she made her way to the couch, dropping to sit on the edge of the cushion. Aegon strode to where she sat and she craned her neck to look up at him.

"I want you." He said it as plain as day, no teasing or testing or playing, another layer peeled back to reveal the man beneath. "Do you want me?"

She considered him for a moment, but the heat licking behind her ribs had her nodding in answer. She wanted him to kiss her again, she wanted to devour him, she wanted to sink her teeth into him and not let go.

"How do you want me?" His eyes looked so soft in the dim glow of the lamp, the lights from the city below painting him silver and gold.

She blinked, the butterflies in her belly blooming into something more dangerous, something with talons, something hungry. "On your knees."

He fell before her without another word, looking up at her from beneath his sooty lashes, his palms resting against his thighs. After a moment, he dipped his head sarcastically in a bow, spreading his arms wide. Time stretched between them, heavy and tense and full of dark promise, before he reached for her foot, quick fingers surprisingly gentle as they unclasped the strap around her ankle. She jolted in surprise as her shoe hit the floor, the sound jarring over the quiet music that played in the background.

"A bit jumpy," he teased, hands sliding up her calf torturously slow, his eyes on hers. He lifted her leg, lowering his head, his breath warm as it ghosted over her heated flesh. His mouth was soft against her ankle, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin. Her fingers curled in the soft material of the blanket beneath her, her breath coming quicker as he kissed the delicate skin at the bend of her knee. Aegon nipped and sucked a constellation of bruises against her inner thigh, his other hand snaking beneath the hem of her dress, fingers curling in the fabric of her underwear. His eyes darted to hers, a grin pulling at the corners of his full mouth. "I'm going to keep these if that's alright with you."

"All yours," she answered, fighting to keep her voice steady as he tugged the scrap of fabric down her legs, stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans with a smirk. He stood and extended a hand, pulling her to her feet when she accepted.

The walk to his bedroom was short, her eyes fixated on his messy silver curls as she followed him down the hall. It was easy to fall into his bed, to prop herself against the green satin pillows while he reached back, tugging his ugly sweater over his head, revealing a body that was absolutely unfair. Hard muscle lay over his stomach, a few tattoos scattered over his pale skin. Over his heart was a little blue butterfly, landing gracefully on the hilt of a knife, the blade itself seemingly piercing his chest. The words "fire and blood" were scrawled over his ribs in a small, flowing font. And when he turned his head, she noticed a little smudge behind his ear. Pushing to her hands and knees, she leaned closer and saw it was a tiny dragon, peeking out from his hair. "I like this one," she murmured, sitting up and pressing her lips to the ink.

"My brother and sister have a matching one. And my nei -," he cleared his throat," my best friend, she has one too."

She couldn't help but smile at the little piece of himself that he shared, the knowledge that he loved his family, that despite his ridiculous facade, he was capable of having a friend who cared about him enough to mark her body in commemoration of their bond. "I think it's lovely." She nipped at his jaw, catching his lips in a kiss that left her feeling drunk.

"Do I need a condom?" He asked, dispelling the dreamy vulnerability of the moment as if he were uncomfortable with it, jerking his chin toward the bedside table. Her eyes followed his and she waffled for a moment. His voice softened as he looked back at her, realizing his misstep. "I'm clean, if that's what you're worried about. Test results are next to the condoms."

One last reckless night before going back to the real world - that's what this had started as. And to be honest, she wanted to feel him, to burn the sensations into her memory. "I'm clean," she said. "And I have an IUD."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Without another word, Aegon's hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, wasting no time in pulling it down, his fingers grazing each new inch of exposed skin. He peeled the thin straps from her shoulders, his lips dragging over her collarbone, tugging at the fabric until she was bared to him. Her own hands roamed over his chest, his ribs, his back, memorizing the feel of his body beneath her palms.

The low light from the salt lamp on the dresser painted her body in pink and gold shadows and she found she liked the way Aegon looked at her, like she was magic. The buckle of his belt hit the floor and he kicked out of his jeans, sliding his ridiculous tie-dye boxers down his muscled thighs before stretching out over top of her. She rolled him to his back, straddling his hips and tanging her fingers with his, dragging them to lay over his head.

"I love a woman that takes charge." His grin was cheeky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

"Then you're in for a good time," she answered, leaning forward and stealing his laugh, brushing her tongue against his. His hips bucked beneath her and she ground down against the hard ridge of him, his mouth parting in a low whine.

It was impossible not to lose herself in Aegon. He was all unhurried kisses and calloused fingertips wandering over soft flesh. He was warm, like fresh spring, like buds breaking through once frozen ground. The most delicious noises fell from his lips and he responded to every touch, every murmur, his pulse thrumming beneath her lips. His hand slipped between them, fingers spreading her, sliding through the slick that had gathered there. And then he was inside her, curling his fingers forward against that soft spot up high, grinning wickedly when she cried out, sharp and surprised. His thumb rubbed lazy circles over her clit, winding her up tighter and tighter until she lost her composure, grinding down against him for more, more, more, taking what she needed.

She came in a hot rush, her back arching, her thighs trembling on either side of Aegon's thighs, her nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

"Yeah, that's so fucking good," he said, his eyes revenant as he watched her come down, her eyes glassy and mouth parted. "You make the best sounds."

She dropped her weight, sliding over his length, grinning when he dropped his head back, the veins in his neck prominent. "Don't make it weird." Looking between them, she watched the way she parted around him, the blunt head of his cock nudging her clit. It was obscene. It was ridiculously hot.

His hands found her hips, fingers digging in almost painfully to hold her still. "It's not weird. Shut up and let me compliment you."

She wrapped her fingers around his length, thick enough that the tips only just touched, and guided him to her entrance. The stretch felt near impossible and she was sure she would split in half, rocking her hips gently to mold around him. Aegon shook with the effort to not plant his feet and drive up into her, to break her open and fuck her the way he so desperately wanted to.

Next time. He would make sure there was a next time.

When he was finally buried inside her, she held her breath, adjusting to the feel of him. He moaned when she rolled her hips, the sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, her pace a lazy grind. Sweat broke out on his brow, his grip on her waist tightening as she dragged her clit over his pubic bone; it straddled the line between too much and not enough. Without warning, Aegon pushed himself up, wrapping his arms around her, one hand tangling in her hair and dragging her mouth to his. There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed her now, urging her on as he thrust his hips beneath her. His other hand rose to cup her breast, his thumb trailing over her peaked nipple. Her head dropped back on her shoulders and Aegon leaned forward, scraping his teeth over the column of her throat. The pleasure was nearly blinding, the heat that had pooled low in her belly spreading outward to glow in her chest.

"Aegon," she moaned. "I'm so close."

"I can feel it," he bit out between clenched teeth, pressing his face to her chest. "You're so fucking tight, you're gonna make me come."

"Not til I say so." Her words were clipped as she chased her release. It bloomed like wildfire, sudden and raging and seemingly without end. Aegon grunted, shifting his hips and dropping her back against the blankets. His thrusts were hard, so deep it stole her breath as she clenched around him, still fluttering. One of his hands found hers, raising it lay above her head, fingers tangling.

"Let me come, baby," he murmured against her mouth. "Haven't I been good for you?"

"Hmm," she mused, her lips curling in a grin before a whine split them. The overstimulation was almost too much and she felt her pleasure ripple over her, heavier this time, pulling her down and she broke apart around him again. "God," she groaned. "You're good, you're so good, Aegon. Come for me."

His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck and his spine went rigid as he came, his hips stilling, burying himself as deeply as he could in her heat. She felt it as he made a mess of her. Aegon didn't raise his head, even after he was spent, and she felt him tremble, his breath shaky against her chest. Untangling their hands, she ran her fingers over his back in a soothing gesture until their breathing evened out, their heartbeats slowing. He nuzzled her cheek and she couldn't wipe the smile from her face if she tried. After a few long moments, she nudged him, rolling him off of her to sprawl over the sheets.

"Bathroom?" She asked.

He pointed toward a door on the left side of the room and she pushed from the bed, thighs clenched as she darted from the room.

She cleaned up quickly, almost afraid to look at her reflection. The mirror showed her what a mess she was, hair mussed, teeth marks scattered over her chest, lips red and kiss swollen. She washed her hands and swiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes before heading back to the bedroom. Reaching down to the floor, she scooped up his hideous sweater, pulling it over her own head and running her fingers through her hair to smooth out the snarls.

"It suits you," he teased and she scrunched her nose at him.

"That's not really a compliment," she said with a laugh. A dark bruise lay over his pulse point in the shape of her mouth and she smiled, happy to not be forgotten easily when she left in a few hours.

Fireworks exploded outside of the penthouse window, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting from the other side of the city, misting the room in gold and green and silver and red. She crawled back into bed and Aegon yanked her closer, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to lie against his chest. "Happy New Year, you," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

"Happy New Year, you," she answered, brushing the hair away from his eyes before pulling him on top of her, kissing his smile and wrapping a leg around his waist.

[jadiya]

Sugars Daddy x chubby size

Kokonoi x reader

Everyone was talking about having a Sugars Daddy, it was the ultimate thing.

In every case, the man had to be rich, old enough and willing to spend his money on a woman he didn't know; most of them were already married, and were only attracted to young, thin women.

And since the world always wanted to stick one up your ass, you were certainly young, but not thin.

It sucks that a rich old man isn't attracted to a fat girl who is comfortable in her body and loves herself.

That's what I thought until I met Kokonoi, one of the most influential men in Japan.

Kokonoi didn't know what to do with his money, he had so much money he couldn't even count it and when his colleagues started talking about one of those "Sugars Daddy" sites...

He also wanted to try it, but he had a problem. As soon as a woman sent him a message he got angry and didn't answer her until one of your friends using your Photos sent him a message and asked him to meet her in a café.

Strangely, he accepted that for him you are totally different from those sluts he saw in different strip clubs.

And then you went to this meeting because your friend had forced you a little and you did not regret it

Some time later, he asked you for more dates, then with time he got used to the presence of your clothes in his apartment

One day, as usual, he came to pick you up after your classes at the university and what was his biggest surprise when he saw his baby Sucre crying

He hurried out of his car and sat on the bench where you were sitting.

Kokonoi: what happened my angel

: Here we go again

Kokonoi : what is it my love tell me everything in detail, otherwise I can't know what you are talking about,

: The boys in my class have started taking pictures of me again while I'm changing in the locker room, and they want to put them on a website X if my parents see this, I'll...

Kokonoi: don't worry daddy will take care of everything wipe your beautiful face my darling we will go home and you will take a hot bath while I will take care of this matter ok

______

On the other side of his luxurious apartment, Kokonoi is phoning one of his most dangerous colleagues, Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Sanzu: What do you want me to do?

Kokonoi: You do what you want as long as I get the pictures they dared to take, everything is fine for me finally, it would be fine for me, honestly if he disappeared

Sanzu : I'll take care of it, you'll have your pictures in a quarter of an hour but in exchange I want .....

Kokonoi : we won't talk about it anymore when we'll be in bonten's office

He said before hanging up that he didn't really want to shorten the conversation, except that he knew that you were about to arrive in his office.

He pretended to be working on a project when you arrived

: hajime

Kokonoi : yes my angel

: come to sleep with me it's almost midnight you don't want to stop working for tonight

They would have liked to be able to say no to you but how to say no to you while you wore a pink nightie which emphasized your forms,

Kokonoi : I have a file to finish, it won't take me more than fifteen minutes, I hope that when I arrive in the room you won't be asleep, it would be a real shame

: Okay, but try to do it quickly anyway

Kokonoi : of course my love by the way, you are beautiful as always even if I prefer the red on you

10 minutes later he receives a message from his colleague who tells him that he has just put the pictures on his doorstep.

And as he expected they were there in the background, he thanks the three idiots for taking pictures of you you were simply beautiful

what was he going to do with his pictures, keep them for himself of course

After hiding all your photos, he entered the room where you were sleeping.

He came up to you and kissed you on the forehead.

Kokonoi: y/n I love you I hate those stupid boys, who could have seen you, if it were up to me, I would just like you to wait for me at home, away from danger, away from those people.

: Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. I'm going to finish my studies, and then we can talk about it.

He laughed, he had emptied the bottom of his thoughts, thinking that she was sleeping, but finally he was deceived...

Kokonoi: your jokes are in bad taste

: yes I know but that's why you love me

Kokonoi : no, I love you for your external and internal beauty, I love everything about you, even your smallest defect

[kyotakumrau]

2022.10.06 sukekiyo at Zepp Tokyo Diver City

Wow, just wow.

sukekiyo has no bad shows in my experience but today was something different!

Let's start from the beginning.

It seems they prepared finally enough penlights and other merch items so there were no sold out items until much muuuuuch later.

Some of the BGM was an interesting arragment of Akira's soundtrack, very cool.

Good info - many cameras today, including two cranes. So there definitely will be some footage released.

There was a see-through screen in front of the stage as usual for sukekiyo's seated shows.

Intro video - sorry I don't remember much detail besides the band's name etc.

Takumi entered the stage first, then Yuchi, Mika and utA. Kyo last.

Kyo wore a jacket with a partly open back, cropped white shirt with a huge white bow in the front, the back also showed a black bra (I think it might've been attached to the jacket). White sleeve bits added on his forearms finished with lace. Black suit pants. He had his hard slicked back and wore make up. He totally blurred the lines between feminine and masculine.

They started with 'Scarlet', it was so hard to try to stay still😂 I admit my head moved a bit... a lot😂

Sesshoku had a robot dance from Kyo.

I think in Creeper Kyo changed G.O.M.I part but until I'm 100% sure I won't say what he shouted instead😅

I loved the cute hammer with ribbons Kyo had during Aishita Shinzo (the one from the stickers). Kyo danced while holding it, the situation/story getting steamier until he snapped and used the hammer to kill the lover, taking wild swings. He even dropped the mic for a moment he got so lost in it.

zephyr was followed by a session.

Kyo placed the chair in the front of the stage at the beginning of Furesaseru, using it to dance during the song but then didn't do anything more with it, just left it there in the front.

It's a shame that SOMA the Pipe didn't seem to work tonight?

When Kyo just walked off the stage after Naburi it was quite surprising. But it was not because of the pipe as he was soon followed by the rest of the band.

Soon after that a video started on the front screen, with the Sukenori commercial from Candis MV, then we were surprised by the "Midnight Top 7" - the music program from Candis. But that's not the end. The two TV hosts from the MV actually came on the stage🤣

(thank you pure luck - I was 2nd row shimote and they were basically in front of me)

They were commenting on the week's top 7 songs as we saw the short videos for each on the left side of the screen.

no7 - Jealous Guy Sakamoto

no6 - Pika Pika Group - 'they're really oh so shiny, aren't they?'㊛

no5 - Cool Boy (Gara) - 'the hot rock ballad'㊚

no4 - sukekiyo's Mozaic Shoujo - 'new sukekiyo's song 1st apperance on the chart'㊚

no3 - sukekiyo's Candis - female host gave us the comment about sukekiyo being into metal casette tapes (like in the MV)

no2 - sukekiyo's Valentina - how amazing that sukekiyo got 4th, 3rd and 2nd spot

no1 - Sibil bashir's 'GOKUMI' aka Fujifuji's old band🤣

(and just a comment - the two hosts played quite different roles, the female host㊛ was a cheeky one (almost evil tbh) while the male host㊚ was playing a silly character)

Then they invited Takumi to join them on the stage, during the short 'interview' the rest of the band members quietly returned on the stage in the dark.

The interview

■new songs

They started the tour in August and Takumi explained that they were rearranging the new songs after the shows. ㊛: you didn't think about how the fans who heard the song then would feel??? T: We did!! We changed them for better! ㊛: the fans who went in August might be here today. They'll be basically different songs now. T: No!💦 same just better. ㊛: I see.

■Takumi's hair

㊚: Did you cut your hair, T? (we all laughed because with the braids T's hair is sooo long right now😂) T:no, it's braided. Is it different? ㊚: it's not. Do you never cut it? T: I don't ㊛: you better don't ask anymore questions.

■Sibil bashir

㊛: I'd like to ask you about Sibil bashir. You know each other well right? So you've placed 4th, 3rd and 2nd. You have to work really hard to get the first place. T: Yes, we'll do our best to not lose to Sibil bashir. (we all chuckled)

㊛Do your best with Mozaic Girl (the whole time speaking in a very unfriendly voice, making Takumi sweat😂)

㊛What a shame [they didn't place first]. Thank you for the interview💀

They talked a bit more about hair when Takumi left, but were 'rudely' interrupted with a guitar sound, 'ah the band is ready to perform'.

Kyo has changed for the 2nd half of the concert.😳

The dress he wore was so interesting! It wasn't proper white, more like very like tan? off white?, the top was basically a cropped trench coat with a lot of lace at the neck line, finished with a wide elastic part in the waist. Then he had a really fluffy knee length organza petticoat skirt, and he had bare legs, the look was finished by his pink tabi boots (he wore black shorts underneath, we could sometimes see them when he was twirling and jumping, those kind of skirts are so fun to move in). Again, a blending feminine and masculine.

He was kind of coquettish during Mozaic Girl, but finished with 'smoking' (no real cigarette, just gesturing).

And we got again an instrumental part before Candis so we could get penlights ready. I REALLY can't wait to see the footage from tonight to see how the floor looked like with the penlights 😆

They followed it with Valentina so we quickly switched to purple penlight😂

Then it was dancy, with Kyo being on fire on stage, singing and dancing. And it was softer.

And then when I heard uso and saw the end credits on the screen I remember thinking 'nooo, i don't want the concert to come to an end' and... it stopped😂 And started to rewind😂

So we were surprised again😂❤️

It rewinded the performance to land at Hyohaku Flavor😆

We also got the MV on the screen including Kyo jumping from the building and Kyo in a bunny suit. On the stage Kyo was dancing until he suddenly stopped and walked off the stage without a second look, diva like.

Gradually they all stopped playing and walked off the stage, until it was only Takumi playing 'on the broken piano'. Then he also left.

We clapped as he left, but only fot a bit before the annoumcements started

■Tour info

October 2023 ...😂

sukekiyo will have their 10th anniversary

Each place is under repair (lmao)

■MV

We got to see the music video for Mozaic Girl. Wow it's fun😆 as soon as I saw the shoulder of the bunny I couldn't help but laugh, knowing what will follow😂 I'm sure they will publish it soon, so won't say more.

I hope to see next year the other half of things Kyo wants to do but couldn't include yet! Because being not only awed again and again by the musical performance, but also being surprised, seeing a performance becoming something new, literally seeing the music video world being brought on the stage, it's all very thrilling!

[quackiseok]

— Stay?

quackity x gn! reader || oneshot

genre : fluff

warnings : none

summary : Alex were editing late at night and you were curious of how was he doing.

a/n : HELLO EVERYONEE!! i'm so sorry for being inactive :( but i'm back now \o/ here's a small quackity x reader brainrot i had! i'm sorry if the language is messy i speedran this on 1 AM SHSHDHS OTL

song to listen to while reading :

Staying up late until 2 AM wasn't something new to both you and Alex. The two of you mostly spend your time together at night since he has a busy schedule in the day. Even though it's late, what mattered to you is that the two of you had fun hanging around together at midnight.

However, today was a bit different. Being a streamer with a huge platform was surely tough for Alex and there were some days he has to work up until late at night, editing the clips he shot in the morning for his upcoming video. Today was one of those busy days.

What time is it now?

A small sigh escaped your lips as you read the time on the clock, indicating that it was already 2 in the morning, yet there were still no signs of Alex being finished with his work anytime soon. You usually don't get too worried about Alex because he finishes around 1 AM, but now it's been an hour late since the usual time.

Should I check on him?

The option was tempting, but another half of you didn't want to bother Alex with his work. You looked at the clock again, still contemplating whether you should go check on him or not.

Well, trying doesn't hurt, right?

Standing up from the bed, you decided that you should try and give Alex a visit to see how he was doing.

You made your way towards his workroom, gently knocking on the door before entering.

"Come in!"

Alex chimed from the other side, allowing you to enter the room.

"Alex! Are you done yet?" You greeted his figure on the gaming chair, asking whether if he was finished yet or not.

"Not yet, but I'm almost finished!" A warm smile plastered on his lips, his gaze still fixated on the monitor in front of him.

"Oh, that's cool!" You replied as you walked closer towards his desk, standing behind his gaming chair to see what he was working on.

Geez, editing seems to be really complicated.

You thought to yourself as you saw the complicated layout on Alex's computer. No wonder why it takes such a long time to create good video content.

"Can I ask you a favor, though?" Alex suddenly asked, his eyes never leaving the monitor.

"Sure! What is it?" You accepted, happy that you might be able to help him out.

"Come closer." He shifted his gaming chair a little bit, his face now somewhat facing you.

You couldn't help but feel a bit skeptical towards him since he often pranks you with his little tricks, but you encouraged yourself that tonight might be different. Nonetheless, you did as you were told, your figure now facing his.

"Turn around." He commanded again, leaving you even more skeptical than before.

What kind of favor is he asking me to do?

"What are you doing?" You scoffed out of confusion with an eyebrow raised.

"Trust me! I promise I'm not messing around!" He chuckled, assuring you that he wasn't messing with you.

"... Fine." You turned your body away from him, your back now facing his face.

A surprised yelp left your throat when you felt two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down to a sitting position.

"A-Alex!" A blush crept up to your cheeks when you realized that you were sitting on his lap, his arms still wrapped around your waist and his nose nuzzled on the crook of your neck. Nothing but a giggle left his mouth in response to your flustered state.

"Stay with me here for a bit?" Alex mumbled on your neck, his embrace hugging you tighter than before.

This man. I swear.

At this point, it felt like you could melt into a puddle at any second from now.

"O-On your lap?" You asked him, trying to make sure that he wasn't joking.

"Of course. Stay here with me while I edit for a bit." He rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands now going back to his keyboard and mouse. Before Alex continued his work, he stopped and fixated his gaze on you.

"Wait, are you okay with waiting for me here?" He asked, making sure whether you were fine with this or not.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine with this." You stuttered out, still flustered from his sudden actions to you.

Alex smiled softly as he heard your response, pressing a soft kiss on your neck before he continued on with his work.

"Thanks, love."

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧)/ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒)

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡

♡♡ 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 @seacottons ♡♡

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Hongjoong tapped his pencil on the notepad impatiently, sighing for the 7th time in the minute that passed. He looked at the clock, signaling that it was almost 10:30.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked her to come. It's already late.

He had a tendency to forget that unlike him, most individuals don't like to stay up at odd hours of the night, especially not to work. But he always worked better and got inspired more during the nights. Something about the dark blue sky, crystal glittering stars and even the bustling sounds of the city awakened his senses, enticing him to start writing lyrics down, or play a few melodies on his piano. Of course, sometimes he had the usual composer's block, struggling to come up with the right music or words. Or he ended up feeling lonely and in need of comfort.

That's where Y/N came in. He'd always call her up and asked her if she wouldn't mind keeping him company, a pout always on his lips, almost like a child expecting to be refused. But she'd always be there for him, and he truly appreciated it. And tonight, he was particularly antsy about seeing her. He was getting anxious as more and more time passed and she was nowhere to be seen. Not even a text saying where she was exactly at the moment.

He was about to pick up his phone again to check up on her, when the rattling of the doorknob let him know someone was outside. He had obviously locked the door, never liking to be disturbed by anyone, so he wasn't surprised to hear the person on the other side knock. He got up and opened the door.

"Hi! I'm here!"

A dripping Y/N scurried inside the studio room, getting as close as she could to the heater that was next to the couch. Hongjoong stared in shock as a tiny wet trail was left on the carpet.

"Baby, did you walk here?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Well yeah....." She fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweater. "I didn't know it was going to rain and the weather didn't seem too cold, but then tiny sprinkles turned to a heavy downpour.....

But I'm here now!" She said that last part more enthusiastically, trying to ease his mind a little.

But now he felt even more bad than before. She could easily have gotten sick and it would have been his fault.

"You could have just taken a cab back home love."

Y/N pouted at him.

"I know...but I wanted to see you."

His heart melted at her words. She said the same words he had been thinking all night long. Taking small steps, he threw his hoodie over his head and held it out to her.

"Here. You'll catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes. Take them off and put this on. I'll go see if I can find some towels somewhere."

Y/N nodded and took it. She began unzipping her sweater as Hongjoong went out the door to check the supply closet at the end of the hallway. By pure luck, there was a wide array of freshly cleaned towels on the top rack. He grabbed 3 and placed them underneath his arm before closing the door and making his way back to the studio room.

"I found some towels for-"

He stopped abruptly when he saw Y/N standing there, completely naked. His eyes trailed down her body, some parts still dewy from the rain.

"What? You said to take my clothes of." She reminded him, snapping him out of his trance.

He cleared his throat.

"Well yeah.... I just assumed you'd keep your underwear on."

Y/N chuckled.

"But then your hoodie would get wet, then what would we do Einstein?"

Hongjoong smiled shyly. "I guess you have a point there."

Y/N was about to take a towel from him, but he pulled his arm away before she could reach for it.

"Allow me love."

He began patting her shoulders with the towel, getting some of the wet drops off them. Then he bunched some of her hair in the towel, squeezing any excess water out.

"Let me know if I accidentally pull too hard."

Y/N knew that wouldn't happen. He was always so careful and gentle when it came to these things. Once he was done with that, he discarded that towel and replaced it with another one.

"Jesus, did you get sucked inside a hurricane?" He teased her.

"You're so mean. I wouldn't even be in this condition if you didn't ask me to come." She retaliated.

"I know. I know love."

His hands began traveling down her torso, rubbing softly at her skin. He kept his gaze away when he swiped the towel across her breasts, making Y/N snort.

"Hongjoong, you've seen me naked at least 7 times. Stop acting so innocent."

He blushed at her words and hesitated to continue his task of drying her.

"Here, let me finish."

She took the towel away from him and finished the task he couldn't. She took the hoodie he had given her and threw it over her head, the length of it barely covering up to her mid-thighs, but it would have to do.

"You can turn around now, you drama queen." She rolled her eyes at his acting.

He turned his head and his heart fluttered as it usually did whenever she'd wear any of his clothing. It was kind of a reminder that she was his and his only, a sort of sense of ownership over her, as outrageous as it sounded. But Hongjoong would be the first to admit that he was indeed possessive over Y/N. She was just so beautiful and precious to him, he couldn't help but think that way at times.

He leaned and just pulled her into an embrace, holding her as if he hadn't seen her in years. Y/N reciprocated the action by wrapping her arms around his waist, getting the hint that he wanted to stay in that position for a while. He began caressing the back of her head, her hair still humid, but he didn't care. His other hand ran up and down her back, occasionally drawing random shapes into it.

Before he knew it, he was placing kisses on the side of her face, eventually kissing her forehead and resting his lips there. Y/N smiled fondly at that. Forehead kisses were Hongjoong's way of telling her he adored and cherished her profusely. He mentioned it to her one day when he had done that more often than any other times. Ever since then, she loved it when he did it, now knowing there was a meaning behind his actions.

Pulling back, he cupped her cheeks and squished them gently. Puckering his lips, he moved her face side to side, cooing softly at her.

"Who could not fall in love with such a cute face like this?"

She cringed at his words, but Hongjoong knew better. She did have a love-hate relationship with him babying her.

"You're such a dork." She let out a tiny yawn after she said those words.

Hongjoong pouted. "Oh love. I'm sorry for making you come out so late."

She shook her head.

"It's fine. Did you want something in particular?"

Hongjoong hummed softly, thinking about it. He wanted to hold her, that was for sure. But he also knew he wanted to try something, if she was up for it. Smirking, he brushed some hair off her face.

"Well.... I still have a few verses left to finish. What do you say if we try a little..... cockwarming?"

Y/N's ears perked up at the idea.

"Cockwarming?"

"Yes think about it love. Me nestled inside you, while you take a nap on my lap until I finish the song?" He looked to her with hopeful eyes.

She eyed him suspiciously.

"And what about when you're done?"

Hongjoong wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, if you're not too tired, we could try something else."

Y/N giggled.

"Are you sure you'll be able to control yourself?"

Hongjoong smiled before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Only one way to find out love."

He set her down on his desk and began unzipping his pants. Taking his cock out, he stroked himself a few times before sitting down on his chair. Turning his attention back to Y/N, he pulled her off the desk, placing her on top of his thighs. He licked his fingers before slipping them in between her folds, wanting to make sure she was wet enough so it wouldn't hurt her in any way. He slowly slid them in and out of her, occasionally scissoring them, stretching her out. He glimpsed over at Y/N, who was biting her lip as she tried not to let out any noises.

"You worry about me, but I think it's you who won't be able to resist." He chuckled.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "We'll see."

Satisfied with his job, Hongjoong lifted her up and maintained eye contact as he slowly sank her down onto his length. They both moaned at the warm feeling, it had been so long since they were like this. Y/N let her legs dangle and she rested her face on his shoulder. Hongjoong wrapped his arms around her.

"Take a rest. I'll be done soon enough"

Y/N mumbled something incoherently, already dozing off thanks to Hongjoong's warmth and his scent that she loved inhaling. Muttering a small 'cute', he went back to work.

The words were now flowing even smoother than before. He always did say he worked a lot better if Y/N was around. The others would always think he was just being delusional, but he disagreed. Her presence just makes him more calm, serene and helps him focus. He'd often joke about her being his muse, but even she would often roll her eyes at his statement.

He didn't know how much time had passed, all he could hear was the sound of his pencil scribbling on the paper and Y/N's faint breathing on his neck. Once in a while, he'd give her thigh a gentle squeeze or kiss her arm that was wrapped around his other shoulder, where her head wasn't. He had completely forgotten he was even inside her.

He was only reminded of it when he looked at the time that was marking that it was almost midnight. He debated whether to wake her up and take her home, or rearrange the couch so it could become a bed. Eden was the one who suggested keeping a sofa that could turn into a bed, and even kept a couple pillows and blankets in the studio since Hongjoong practically lived there at times.

But then again, she looked so comfortable and peaceful, and it wouldn't be the first time he slept in the chair. Turning off the light, he began closing his eyes, wanting to drift off to sleep as well.

But then Y/N shifted in her sleep, causing Hongjoong to jolt up and hold her hips, thinking she was going to fall. She groaned softly and shifted even more, causing his cock to twitch.

Oh my God.

He thought he was doing so well, and he could cool himself down, but the feeling was too good. Without thinking about it, he began to gently roll his hips up against hers, ever so slightly so as to not wake her up. At least that was the plan.

He smiled mischievously though when he heard her moan against his ear. He could feel her growing wetter, making it easier for him to slip in and out of her.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself.

He was getting even more turned on by the fact he was practically fucking his girlfriend while she was asleep. He shouldn't get aroused by that fact, but he was. And to know that even in her sleep she was moaning boosted his ego.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, whimpering slightly at being woken up with an intense need. She lifted her face and was met with Hongjoong's face, his eyes full of lust and desire as he continued rolling his hips against hers.

"I'm sorry baby. It was just too tempting."

He apologized, but she knew he wasn't the least bit sorry. And she wasn't mad either way. It was definitely one of the best ways to wake up. She placed her hands on his shoulders, to steady herself as she began grinding down on him, not wanting him to have his fun only. Hongjoong hissed at the change of pace, loving the way she looked: in his hoodie, on top of him and desperate to get some release.

Hongjoong's hands went to her waist, pressing her closer to him as he kissed her passionately, his tongue slipping inside hers. His hands wandered inside the hoodie, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples, causing her to shudder and tighten around his cock.

Hongjoong pulled back, gasping for air.

"Fuck baby. If- if you keep doing that, I w-won't be able to last much longer." He told her, trying to hold back as much as he could.

Y/N chuckled and challenged him.

"Then make me cum."

Oh. Those 4 words always set Hongjoong off. One of his hands went down between her legs, his thumb playing around with her clit. His lips attached themselves to her neck as he sucked and nibbled on all her sensitive places, having memorized all of them. All of that, plus the way his strokes got even deeper and faster had Y/N whimpering and panting above him. Hongjoong pulled back only to tease her:

"What? You asked me to make you cum and that's what you're going to get love."

His free hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing it enough to make her dizzy, but not harshly. He growled in her ear:

"Now do it baby. Cum all over my cock. I want to feel you come undone before I fill up your pretty little pussy with my cum."

She threw her head back as she clenched around him, his words being the final straw for her to break and release all over him with a soft cry of his name. She hid her face on his neck, gripping him tightly as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Her walls clenching and squeezing him tightly had him coming undone seconds after her. She felt his hot cum coat her walls, his voice muttering curses as his movements stilled, trying to catch his breath.

After a minute, Hongjoong looked back at her.

"Baby? You good?"

She nodded. "Tired."

"I know love. Hold on."

Getting up, still inside her, he walked over to the couch and set her down. He began to miss her warmth as soon as he pulled out of her. Grabbing one of the previously acquired towels, he wiped her inner thighs where some of his cum had dripped out.

Y/N was pretty much half asleep by now. So Hongjoong tried to move her as little as possible as he adjusted the couch to turn it into a bed. Grabbing one of the blankets from under his desk, he covered Y/N with it and layed down next to her, pulling her against his chest.

He stared at her sleeping figure for a while, admiring her features and smiling to himself. His finger traced her lips slowly before he pecked them with tenderness.

"I love you Y/N."

He wasn't expecting her to answer, but she surprised him when she unconsciously nestled herself closer to him and mumbled 'I love you' back to him, causing him to giggle at her cuteness.

She truly was such a precious being.

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[rafesgfs]

love me, hate me - part two

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Christmas comes around and Ransom wants you more than ever.

part one

"You're telling me you actually want to date this guy? The one who can't even make you cum?" you asked, licking the remaining frosting from your finger. You placed the messy bowl in the sink, watching your best friend trying—and failing—to get the egg shells out of the mixture.

Meg gave up, dumping the brownie batter down the sink with the water running, fed up with the shells. "Yeah, but sex isn't everything, you know. I don't know—it's just this guy isn't like my exes. He genuinely cares about my feelings, and doesn't control me. Besides, he made me cum a few times. He's nice."

With Mariah Carey's Christmas music playing in the background, the miniature Christmas tree on the table, and the snow falling, the Thrombey household felt festive. Although, the people bundled up and arguing in the next room—not so much. Yet, neither of you cared while you continued to work, helping Martha out, on the desserts. It wasn't going as well as planned, but you took it as a positive considering you hadn't started a fire. Yet.

"Ah, yes, nice. Can't relate. I'm currently attracted to assholes who have anger issues." you commented, passing Meg the flour once again. Your creation was in the oven, and all you hoped was that no one got food poisoning because of it. Even you couldn't live with the guilt of Ransom, or his touchy father, throwing up Christmas morning.

"Currently?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow, getting eggs out of the fridge for the hundredth time. She glanced at the direction of the door, the sound of it opening drawing both of your attention. "I'm pretty sure your daddy issues didn't just happen recently. Speaking of which, you may be the main reason Ransom decided to come back for Christmas instead chasing a model around."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair while contemplating whether or not it's too late to ditch. While Ransom was hot, his spoiled attitude wasn't worth tolerating for a quick fuck. With sarcasm dripping, you sighed. "Oh, how wonderful. 'Cause, that's exactly what I need right now."

Meg chuckled, focusing on the task at hand, trying not get shells in the mixture again. She had held off on mixing the dry stuff, much to your dismay, but to her it made sense to get the hard part out of the way so it wouldn't fuck everything up. Your best friend had just finished cracking her last egg when Harlan walked into the kitchen, Ransom trailing a few feet behind him. The playboy's eyes immediately landed on you, yet you didn't meet his, too preoccupied with the phone in your hands.

Harlan's slight frown lifted into a smile, surveying how messy the kitchen had gotten. "My, my, I wasn't aware a cake had exploded in my kitchen."

Looking up, you grinned at the old man, the smile reaching your eyes until you saw who was behind him. Ignoring Ransom, you giggled at Harlan's remark. "You call it a mess, we call it baking."

"As long as you ladies are having fun." Harlan replied, patting your shoulder before heading off towards his office, too tired to deal with his dysfunctional family at the moment.

Ransom lingered, walking up to you, a smirk impended on his face. Yet, you refocused you're attention back on your phone while Meg left the room, her apron still attached to her. You didn't question her sudden disappearance, knowing she was just as annoyed at Ransom's presence. The man in question peeked over you shoulder to see your screen showing off another man's dick, the words right below it explicit.

His jaw clenched in jealousy. Much to his chagrin, the man's dick was just as big as his own. But, he kept the icy exterior up. "Would it be offensive to ask whether or not your baking will make me sick this evening?"

You scoffed without looking up, tapping out of the dick pic your previous hook up had sent. "Since when do you care if you're offensive or not? Who are you, and what have you done to Ransom Drysdale?"

Ransom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island while facing your annoyed expression. His smug behavior got under your skin, and the bastard was well aware. "Maybe all this Christmas spirit got into me. Or maybe I'm trying to be nice."

You raised an eyebrow, getting off your chair, rushing to the window, pretending to be looking for something. After a few seconds, Ransom's curiosity got the best of him and he joined you, looking for anything unusual outside. The snow-covered land showed nothing out of the ordinary, furthering Ransom's confusion.

"What are you looking at? I can't see anything." he said, squinting at the general direction you had look at.

Shrugging, you moved back to your seat, propping your elbows on the back of the chair, allowing a smug smirk lift your lips. "I thought pigs were flying. Ransom Drysdale isn't capable of being nice, yet alone say the word. I'm shocked hell hadn't freeze over. Yet."

The playboy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took your body in, wrapped in his favorite color, the dress hugging your curves. "What's a guy have to do to be taken seriously with you? You and I both know I can give you everything you want, and more."

"Are you trying to buy me right now?" you asked, half teasing, half annoyed. Ransom could not take a hint, and you hated the fact that he didn't back off despite the sarcasm and insults you threw his way.

"I'm trying to be nice but you're making it really hard." Ransom answered, his cockiness wearing off. He was growing frustrated the more you looked at him like he was a piece of trash. All you wanted him to be was nice, now that he was trying to be, you wouldn't believe his intentions, despite wanting to prove it to you.

Pursing your lips, you tapped your finger against the table, the acrylic nail making a clicking noise. "You wanna prove it? Fine. You've got til midnight tonight. If you're unable to change my mind, you have to buy me my spring break vacation, all the fees and expenses."

"And if I do change your mind..." Ransom smirked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, earning a half-hearted glare. "... you have to go on a date with me."

Ransom nearly burst out laughing from your shocked expression, the genuine look of surprised slapped on your face with the words. You shut your hanging jaw, still not processing what he was saying. "Excuse me?"

"You have to go on a date with me if I convince you that I'm willing to change my, and I quote, 'bratty and douchebag ways.' An actual date where we sit down, eat dinner, talk about our feelings, and get drunk. Whatever happens, happens." Ransom purred, placing a finger on your bottom lip. You slapped his hand away, and his smirked grew. "Are you going to back out of this already, princess?"

It was your stubborn side that made agree, pressing your lips into a thin line, you grabbed Ransom's hand, shaking it. He raised an eyebrow while you sighed. "You're on. Hope you have enough money to pay for a lengthy trip. I plan on drinking every bottle of wine in Italy."

Despite your baking debacle, you left the kitchen, leaving Meg's monstrous creation on the counter along with Ransom. You went into the living room, trying to find the girl in question when you happened to stumble upon Richard. He barely got to say a word before you turned around, and left the pervert behind. It was always a puzzle how Ransom turned out so hot with Richard and Linda as parents.

Climbing the stairs, you heard the family arguing growing quieter with each step. The second floor was almost a safe haven considering Harlan didn't let anyone raise their voice in the upper level, making it the only quiet place in the house, safe from any Thrombey fights. It was a wonder how the family hadn't murdered each other yet; it was only a matter of time.

Unable to find Meg in your shared room, you sighed, patting your body to find your phone only to realize you left it in the kitchen. With Ransom.

"Looking for this?" Ransom held out your phone, coming up behind you. His usual smirk was gone, a small, genuine smile in its place. It made him look less arrogant.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

You took your phone back, half expecting him to take it back just as you wrapped your fingers around it. But he didn't. You realized he was pulling out all the stops, all the little things that you found annoying was gone. He was acting. Eyes narrowing, you unlocked your phone, studying him. "Thanks. I think."

"Meg is helping the Brazilian maid." Ransom answered your silent question. Your thumb hovered her contact, going back to the home screen. Your eyebrows had risen by his mis-categorization of Martha's race and employment. "Pretty sure they went to the grocery store or something."

"Oh, okay." you replied lamely, putting your phone in your back pocket, the tight jeans making it nearly impossible. Opening the door to your room, you stepped in, not giving Ransom another look. But he followed inside, making you turn around. "Do you need something?"

Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets, the cream-colored sweater shifting with the gesture. "You didn't exactly give me much time to prove myself. And looking around, we're all alone. I can't think of a better time."

As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The bet was a bit unfair considering how stubborn you were, and the amount of time he had to convince you. But it was a bit unsettling seeing Ransom try so hard, let alone being nice. You nodded, agreeing. "Fine, but can I change first? I'd rather not be covered in flour while you try to seduce me."

"You and I both know I wouldn't seduce you before dinner. There's no way in hell I'd treat you like the others." he mumbled to himself, but you heard it. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the room. "Yeah, I'll be outside. Waiting. Take your time."

As soon as the door closed, you looked around the room to check if you were being pranked, expecting Ashton Kutcher to burst out of the closet along with a bunch of cameramen. After a few seconds, you came to the conclusion that Supernatural was in this universe, deciding "Ransom" was a shapeshifter or a demon possessed him. It was the only reasonable explanation.

Reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it off in one swift move, dropping it on the bed. Your jeans piling on top, allowing your legs to breathe. Despite Joni's hippie side, she had let Meg sneak in a few joints, the smell becoming stronger as you neared both your suitcases. You didn't think Harlan would be too please to have weed in his house, no matter how lenient he is.

You took your time, a little baffled by what to wear. Ransom hadn't exactly given you an agenda on his plans, leaving you to grab a clean pair of black jeans, and a classy, yet simple, red top. You looked decent enough to fit in a nice restaurant, but casual in case Ransom decided he wanted McDonald's, and most importantly: warm. If he wanted to take you to the North Pole, then he'd have to give you his cozy-looking sweater.

You opened the door, the sight of Ransom rocking on his heels greeting you. His back was to you, his hands inside his pockets as he looked out the window, frost crawling along the edges. It genuinely concerned you how much this man was acting; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was real.

Clearing your throat, you watched him jump in surprise, quickly turning to you. Raising an eyebrow, you tucked your phone in your pocket, meeting his warm, blue eyes. "I'm ready."

"Okay." said Ransom, motioning for you to follow him. You walked down the stairs without a word, the air becoming thick as you walked behind him. The sweater did little to no good disguising his broad shoulders, the muscles somehow still visible under the clothing.

As soon as you reached the bottom, you glanced around, the Thrombey fighting becoming louder with each second. It wouldn't be long before one of them stormed out of the room, muttering a curse under their breath. You'd seen all of them do it at least once. You crossed your arms, wary of whatever Ransom was planning. "Be honest, you're not just going to drive me off to the middle of the woods and murder me, are you?"

Ransom chuckled, giving you a wink as he held his hand out. Without hesitation, you took it. "If I was planning to murder you, I wouldn't do it in the woods. If you're going to die, it's going to be epic."

"Oh, well, that makes me feel better." you sneered sarcastically, instantly rolling your eyes. In the back of your mind, you pondered how long it would take for your eyes to get stuck in your brain with the amount of times you rolled them at Ransom.

He led you towards the door, smirking. "You ready?"

"No. Let's go."

—

"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at your spread pussy, amazed and aching for you more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Ransom?"

Ransom just shook his head without taking his eyes off the your pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," you sighed. "All yours, baby. You're the one I've been keeping it nice and fresh for."

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kept staring at you, waiting for you to rub you pussy again, but you didn't. You just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Ransom?" you purred, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, baby, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

The playboy was all but paralyzed by your words. He finally dragged his eyes off your open pussy and looked at your face. You were staring back at him with a glazed look in your eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way you were at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew you were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweetheart, you know this wasn't the deal." he whispered, distracted.

You smirked. "But you still won."

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over your generously offered pussy. You pulled in a sharp gasp when Ransom's tongue lit up your heavily tingling pussy. Your hips rolled instantly in response, your gasps turning to moans while Ransom eagerly slathered his tongue all around your creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on your clit and slipped a finger up inside your hole at the same time.

The man's finger curled and twisted inside you, searching for you g spot while he suckled and lapped at your fully swollen clit. You could barely form words as you gasped and moaned, your luscious body now writhing with desire.

Your pussy oozed heavily the more he licked and fingered you. Your cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Ransom probed at your hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of your hole and wedged it between your ass cheeks, searching for your puckered rimhole.

You gasped deeply and lifted your legs up higher, giving Ransom better access to your asshole. He massaged your tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to your pussy with his mouth.

"God god god god, Ransom!" you cried, your hips rolling harder and harder against the man's mouth and finger.

Your body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Ransom backed off and watched you languish after your orgasm, pausing briefly to catch your breath. Then you shifted your body and took the hem of your outfit into your hands and peeled it off over your head. Ransom pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of your luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against your pussy as he lowered himself to kiss you.

You whimpered while Ransom's chest mashed down against your heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when the your mouth opened and set your tongue into motion against his.

Ransom had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way you had. At the same time, you were grinding your slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against you. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at your tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released your mouth and said," Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

You giggled happily and kissed him again while you worked your hands down between your naked bodies. Finally, you got one hand on your pussy and spreading yourself open while you wrapped the other around Ransom's thick cock.

"Oh geezus, fuck, Ransom, you're so fucking hard," you cooed. "Oh god fuck me deep."

You tucked Ransom's cock head into your wet maw and he began grinding his shaft deeper into your sheath. Your pussy felt so tight and creamy, and you both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled your body. You looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Ransom growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of your spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on your tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on your swollen nipples.

You whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking you deep and hard. You didn't make it any easier because of the way you were moaning and your cunt squeezed his pounding cock every time you came.

Finally, Ransom raised himself up on his hands while he pumped your succulent pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, watching your pretty face twist with pleasure while your tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, baby. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Ransom's pulsing cock exploded in your pussy, filling you with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After, they spent a long time kissing while Ransom caressed the your beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside you until his flesh finally started to relax.

You fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ransom knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him. He had been right, all the sarcastic comments and stupid fights had been worth it.

In the morning, Ransom awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find you lying between his legs with your lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When you realized he was awake and watching you, you released his big cock from your mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Merry Christmas, Ransom."

[wastelandcth]

5 Years - cth

part of love songs for calum, a love series.

summary: calum finds himself imagining what the next five years hold for you two. based off the song 5 years - noah and the whales. 

author’s notes: welcome to my february series! where i’m writing blurbs based around love songs with calum! i hope you enjoy! 

warnings: mentions of implied smut. 

masterlist || request

Calum's life had never been predictable. Ever since he was a child he was never able to predict what he'd be doing a year from now. But when Calum met you, he started imagining what his life could be like if things worked out between the two of you. Whenever he was bored on a tour bus or when the nights alone on tour kept his brain awake, he'd imagine what life with you could be like in the next couple of years.

One day, when the February sun had shone high above in the sky and both you and Calum had enough time away from the busy lives to spend more than just the night together, you found yourselves at the zoo. The weather had been perfect and the zoo itself wasn't too busy, which meant that strolling through the empty walkways and stopping to watch the animals graze around their exhibits was the perfect way to spend the day.

"Did you know elephants have the biggest brain of any of the mammals?" Calum mumbled happily, looking over at you as you both stopped to watch one of the baby elephants trot after it's sibling, making little trumpet noises.

"Really? They must be very smart then," you mumbled, a smile on your face as you watched the little one jump into the puddle.

Before you knew it, your vision was black and you felt the warmth from Calum's hands on your skin. Laughing softly and trying to pry his hands from your eyes, you couldn't help but whine quietly as you heard the trumpeting from the elephants.

"Calum! Let me see!" you whined and managed to peek through in between his fingers just in time to see the baby elephant stumble into the puddle, both you and Calum chuckling as you leaned into one another.

Calum had a memory in his head of when you two went to the beach in Sydney. How the sun was so warm and the sand was soft against his skin. He remembered how excited you had been to see the famous beaches of Australia and you'd practically begged him to take you as soon as you'd settled into the hotel room. He remembers how quiet you'd gotten when you arrived at the beach and you'd finally got your first taste of the ocean breeze, how your eyes were trained on the waves and the horizon.

Calum took many pictures on that trip, pictures of the view from the ocean so he could show you whenever you felt down. He took pictures of the food you both ate, of the good plates, and the more questionable midnight snacks you'd find yourself eating. But Calum's favorite picture was one of you laying on the Sydney beach, the sun shining down on you while your head was in his lap. He'd kept that picture close to his heart, making sure he reminded you that you could always go visit the beach and stare at the ocean whenever you wanted to.

The first time you and Calum got drunk together, it had been an accident. A night out to dinner with the band had led to both of you drinking way too many glasses of wine from the Italian restaurant that Ashton had raved about for more than a month before the guys all decided to make a night out of it. The pasta had been very cheesy and the wine had been strong, which had led to both of you leaning into the other as you walked down the cobblestone streets of the little plaza.

You were leaning against the wall, watching as Calum took a pull of the cigarette he had lit a few minutes ago. His head was tilted back as he let the puff of smoke leave his lips.

"I'm drunk." he mumbled quietly, his words slurred and his chest rumbling with laughter, "Don't think I've ever gotten this drunk this fast, Whatever they put in that wine, oof." he chuckled and nodded, holding out the cigarette to her.

"Mm, it was definitely a strong one." you chuckled, taking the cigarette from his hands and taking a pull, feeling the burn in your lungs as you exhaled.

"I think I love you," he whispered as you both stood next to each other in silence. "I have for a while."

"I think I love you too."

Calum always felt happy when he was around you. He could be himself, not the Calum Hood that was known for being a musician and a heartbreaker. He could be the Calum he always was when he was by himself. That night, after he'd told you that he loved you and you’d said it back, things had changed. Calum wasn't afraid to be that person he had been hiding away for so long. He wasn't afraid to just show up in the same hoodie he'd worn for three days in a row because he knew you'd still love him.

He'd mentioned it to you, on a day where you were both tangled in the bedsheets and his curls were stuck to his forehead while your hair was sprawled out over his chest. How happy he felt with you, that he'd never been as happy before then he was with you. You had smiled up at him, pressing a kiss on to his collarbone tattoo. "Yeah? Well, I'm always pretty happy when I'm just here with you."

Calum loved making love to you. He loved how he felt close to you whenever he had you under him or on top of him. He loved how you squirmed under his touch while his hands held your waist tight to the end of the bed. Making love to you was different than the casual sex you two were usually having. It was soft kisses and hips meeting in the bed that you both had shared many times before. It was soft grunts and whines that left both of you as you chased a high. He loved the little noises you would make as their hips met. Calum loved how at the end of every night he would end up tangled in your arms, chest heaving, and kisses being left on his skin.

"Do you think this feeling will ever go away?" you asked him one night, your hands running through the curls that you had been pulling not too long ago.

"Hmm?" he asked softly, "I hope so. I love being in love with you." he chuckled, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder until they met yours, your legs pulling him closer for the long night you had both been craving.

Sometimes when Calum got lost in his head, with thoughts of what his future would look like, he realized just how easy it would be to lose you. All the moments he'd come up with, a house with a big yard for dogs, a car big enough to hold a stroller and car seats, and even just two rocking chairs on a porch where you could both sit and enjoy the Australian summer. Those could easily be lost, with mistakes and fights where Calum's emotions got the best of him, gone and never to become a reality.

He was lying in bed one night, far away from the home and from you, when his thoughts caused his heart to race. When he realized just how easily he could lose you and everything you two had built.

"I just don't understand how you could be so selfish, Calum?!" you groaned, your hands running through your hair for the tenth time in a matter of seconds, "How could you think you could make all these big decisions without thinking of me?"

"You're just being dramatic. It's part of my job, you knew this would be the case. You signed up for this!" Calum threw back, his own eyes rolling as he finished packing up his suitcase.

"You’re leaving for almost two years, Calum!" you shouted, tears pricking your eyes, "Did you even think about how that would affect me?" you asked and scoffed, "Of course you didn't, all you do is think about yourself."

Calum didn't know when things had gotten this bad, when the small little arguments turned into fights where he would end up at Ashton's house, trying his best to fall asleep on the leather couch. But he was tired of all the fighting, tired of all the insults thrown between the two of you. He thought that maybe if he just broke things off, that things would get better. But then there he was, watching you grab our bag and walk out the door and he never felt so scared in his life.

"Cal?" your voice whispered, bringing Calum back to reality one day, "Are you there, sweet boy?"

"Hmm? Yeah, sorry, just got lost in thought." Calum mumbled and chuckled quietly, "What were you saying again?"

"That's okay," you laughed and shook your head, "I was saying we should stop by that gelato place near our Airbnb, they had a lot of cool flavors."

Calum nodded, smiling as he watched you take a sip of the Italian wine you'd been nursing. The sun was setting behind you, making the perfect background of reds and oranges. The small getaway that Calum had planned for you both had been the perfect way to get some time together afterlife became too much and schedule conflicts meant you two hadn't seen much of the other person in a few weeks. It had also been your six-year anniversary, which meant each day of your trip was filled with little surprises from one another. Little moments where the love you had proved every bad thought Calum had wrong.

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After Midnight 1 - On Melancholy Hill

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college dropout!Ten (WayV) x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, angst with fluff on top

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 13+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing (censored), lying, family problems, mentions death of reader's father, romance

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

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7:00 PM

A fresh, black apron is thrown overhead the moment you enter Décalcomanie, your mom’s café, feet barely stabilizing shaky legs walking to the back room after a long day of dance class that you refer to as organic chemistry when your mother is present.

“Why are you so shaky?”

“I dissected a cadaver in ana-physio today and it kinda freaked me out..”

“Ah! My daughter is doing so well in school, you’re going to become the top doctor in Korea! I can’t wait to brag to all of my friends at Bible study this week.”

She glides past you with a smile and you have to fight the urge to eye roll in front of her cherished customers.

“Thank you for always working so hard for me. You make me so proud.” Her warm embrace taunts your second facade and a fake smile is placed onto the facade before her.

“Be safe when closing and text me when you get home!” And she leaves in her mid-40s to have the Friday night that the girl in her early 20s should be having instead. Unfortunately, hiding your academic identity from your mother forces the rejection of friendships with the possibility of your true major in dance getting back to her.

The longing feeling for friends presses solemnly at your gut as the elder customers exit the café and young adult students and lovesick couples flood in asking for more sugar than is provided in the ajummah favorite black tea. Every run to each table is accompanied by the slow setting sun, reassuring me of the calm night about to come.

An hour passed, not many people came in this late, except for the insomniacs and sorority girls, but they seemed to be either finally sleeping or out partying tonight.

It was now 11:55 PM and no one else had come into the shop for the past 2 hours, but the café was open until 1 AM. At least time is money, you thought, the time being spent leaning over the counter watching Mystic Pop-up Bar on your phone, obviously very fitting for such a night. That was, until the faint ring of the bell above the front door.

You look up and see the petite Chinese kid that always comes in at 12 AM, sharp. He rarely ever talks as you two are the only ones ever in the shop at this hour, but he is not a bother. To you, he seems like a chill person. The boy always leaves a napkin with some song lyrics scribbled on it, a different song each time. They always find way into the pocket of your apron after he leaves, searching for and listening to whatever song to which the lyrics belong when you get home before throwing the cloth out. He has good taste and you often wonder if they are left behind purposely.

The boy sat down at the table in the very back corner by a large window at the front of the café, as always, separate from the other customers who adored sitting at the pretty tables prior to his arrival. He looked up at the sound of footsteps coming to take his order, greeting you with a dashing smile as always again. His craving was spoken in a soft voice, neither a Chinese nor Korean accent present in his voice.

You turned back to whip up his request. One personal strawberry chantilly cake without the strawberries. Easy.

Plating the cute cake, you looked over at him. He was hunched over a storybook-looking journal writing an artwork of Chinese characters with a brush pen, filling you with the usual curiosity about for what reason he was learning Chinese when he was of the language’s origin himself. In the midst of admiring his hard-working strokes, your finger nearly sliced from the lack of attention, and the cake knife was immediately dropped on instinct.

The noise had the boy's eyes suddenly on you again. "Are you okay?" Words stumbled over your lips as you blushed in embarrassment.

"Yes, just got a little distracted.." you honestly assured him. He let out a small giggle then continued with his writing. You blew out a sad puff of air that had been unsettling your ribcage.

You placed the plated cake slice onto a tray and walked over to the boy, gently setting the cream dessert on his table with some napkins, careful not to touch his notebook. "Thank you very much." He says with another contagious smile before you scurry off back behind the bar, continuing the drama episode prior to the regular nightwalker’s arrival. You glanced up and saw the man nibbling on the cake- which was already almost completely finished.

"Is there anything else you would like, sir?"

"I don’t suppose you know Chinese, do you?" The boy laughed to himself, seemingly desperate to have anyone teach him at this point.

"Oh! I’m taking Mandarin at university, actually. I may be of service."

The boy's eyes widened. "I'm sorry! I didn't expect a real answer.. I don't mean to bother you.. but could you please help me understand the meaning of this?"

Peering down at the paper he showed you:

我们不曲终没有人散

夜未央心还澎湃

今晚没有人要醒过来

(Until our song ends, no one’s leaving. The night is not yet over, hearts are still surging. No one wants to wake up tonight.)

Wow that is some deep sh!t.

You translated the literal meaning of the words since you did not know exactly how they mean in a poetic sense. He understood and thanked you for the help.

It was nearing 1 AM and you went to clean up the café before the closing hour. The boy stayed a while more, writing calligraphic characters on his paper and doodling on napkins. He eventually left at midnight’s 50 minute mark.

When you got around to cleaning his table, sure enough, there was a napkin with lyrics forming a neat stanza. This time, the lyrics were in Chinese. And was that.. his number!?

Moonlight shines at midnight. Heartbeats start to rise. Creating a fluttering surprise. The midnight rhythm arrives. We do not know burnout. Bodies feeling like they’re flying. Touch me when the sun goes down.. Touch me after midnight..

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

ten lee

To be continued...

After Midnight by WayV

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[cocastyle]

Robin — Prologue

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 2,756

A/N - and here is the prologue! this series is going to be so much fun and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as me! comment how you think it’s going so far and any theories you think may happen during the series!

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R O B I N

Robin Series Masterlist

⭒❃.✮:▹   PROLOGUE   ◃:✮.❃⭒

"I didn't really have your typical upbringing. I mean, I did at first, but then the world ended. I mean, I don't think anyone was really shocked. We always thought it might, and then it just finally happened. But how it happened, now that's where it gets interesting."

"Agatha 616."

"Hey! I wanted to be the one to say that. You totally just stole my thunder, Robin. As disappointing as that just was, she's right. Yep, an asteroid heading straight for Earth. I know. So obvious. So, humanity came together, and we did what we do best."

"We shot a bunch of rockets at it!"

"And we blew it up! And it was great!"

"But it wasn't."

"Once again, she's right. You see, the thing that makes rockets rockets. . .chemical compounds, a lot of 'em. Which rained back down on us, and everything changed."

"And by 'everything,' he means cold-blooded creatures. And by 'changed,' he means mutated and started eating us to death."

"Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles. You name it. There's a lot of 'em. Actually, we knew this one kid who was eaten in his sleep by a goldfish he won at a carnival."

"Poor Todd."

"He loved that goldfish."

"And that cat of his that got eaten."

"Rest in piece, buddy. So, for most of human history, if you wanted to kill a cockroach, right, all you needed was a shoe. Well, suddenly you needed a shotgun. And sometimes even a tank. And sometimes even that doesn't work. Especially if you don't stay in the tank, Bob."

"Bob?"

"I was just saying a random name. I don't know if his name is actually Bob."

"Then why—?"

"Y/N."

"Right. Your speech, not mine. Sorry."

"Eventually, the really big creatures and our military took each other out. We lost 95% of the human population in about a year. That's a lot of Bobs."

"And a lot of Todds."

"Exactly. Those of us who survived we hid anywhere we could — bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years Y/N and I have been living in an underground bunker. And it's not as bad as it sounds. Really. It's a great group of people, and we all love each other. You know, it's kinda what I imagined college would have been like."

"Definitely not, but believe what you want. Anyways, like Joel said, we've been living in an underground bunker for the past seven years. It's not always been the best at times, but we do what we need to in order to survive. But for you to understand our story, we need to go back to the beginning. . .to the day it all happened."

"Seven years ago, back when we were sixteen."

- - -

Seven Years Ago

Fairfield, California

The last thing Y/N wanted was to wake up at 5:30 on a summer morning, yet that was exactly what happened on the day the world ended. The annoying beeping sounds filling the air were all Y/N could focus on as she came to, her eyes squeezing shut as she groaned in annoyance and shoved her face into the pillow she was laying on.

She lazily shot her hand out and attempted to reach for her alarm clock, but hesitated when her hand hit what she knew to be the lamp that sat on the table in her living room. Y/N let out a sigh before slowly opening her eyes and looking around. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening, but once she saw the tv that was still on, the pizza box laying on the table with only one slice left, and the figure beside her on the couch Y/N knew what had happened.

Groaning as she looked towards her best friend Joel Dawson who had passed out on the couch beside her, the girl lifted up a pillow before saying, "Joel. Joel, wake up." The boy didn't respond, the only noise escaping his lips being the sound of his own snores. His watch was beeping on his arm, but he didn't seem to be fazed by it.

Y/N frowned before taking the pillow she had picked up and whacking Joel with it. The boy jumped in surprise and fell off the couch and onto the floor. Y/N fell back with a satisfied sigh while Joel groaned on the ground.

"What was that for?" Joel complained, lazily sitting up and rubbing at his eyes while the two looked tiredly at each other.

"Shut that stupid watch up before I do it myself," Y/N murmured. "And by 'do it myself' I mean I'm going to destroy that little fucker so it can never beep again."

Joel cracked a small smile at that before looking down at his watch and turning it off. His eyes flickered over the time and he frowned. "It's 5:30 in the morning? Wasn't it just midnight?" he asked.

"I think we fell asleep during the middle of Civil War. That's what we get for trying to watch all the Marvel movies in a row with no sleep," she said with a yawn as she closed her eyes once again.

"We were behind anyways," Joel pointed out as he pulled himself up off of the ground and back onto the couch so that he could put on his shoes. "We wouldn't have finished before I had to leave. Speaking of which, I've got to go. Aimee should be picking me up soon and I smell like pizza and tears."

"It's not my fault you cry during almost every movie," Y/N retorted.

"They're just so good!" Joel argued making Y/N smile softly as she let her eyes open up long enough to admire the boy. He was tying his last shoe, so didn't seem to notice as she slowly ran her eyes over the features of his face. However, the moment he was sitting back up, Y/N closed her eyes to make it seem like she wasn't watching him.

Joel looked towards her and stared at her for a moment before smiling and reaching out for the blanket that was already falling off of her and onto the floor. He picked it up and shook off the crumbs from the food they had eaten before laying it on top of the girl.

"Why do you have to leave?" Y/N whispered, opening her eyes up a bit while Joel finished fixing the blanket and kneeled onto the ground in front of her. He leaned against the edge of the couch so that the two could be face to face. The lack of distance was enough to make Y/N’s heart skip a beat, but she knew Joel wasn't thinking anything of it.

"I'm just going to go see Aimee for a little bit so that we can watch the sunrise. I'll be back after, okay?" Joel said. Y/N studied him for a moment before nodding her head. The boy grinned and pulled away to get up onto his feet again. "You try and catch up on some z's while I'm gone." Y/N nodded again and Joel leaned down to press a quick kiss to her forehead, an action that made the girl close her eyes in a moment of pure bliss. "I'll be back soon, Robin."

Y/N smiled softly at the nickname Joel had given her. He liked to refer to themselves as Batman and Robin and seeing as he had insisted he was Batman in their friendship, Joel had grown to call her Robin so much over the years that it now flowed off of his tongue naturally. Y/N had never bothered arguing with Joel about who was actually Batman, instead relishing in the way Joel would flash her that goofy grin of his when he called her Robin.

Y/N got too lost in her thoughts to notice Joel walking away until she heard the sound of the front door opened and closed. She opened her eyes for a moment, her heart sinking slightly as she thought about how Joel was leaving to be with his girlfriend Aimee. However, not wanting to dwell on the fact for too long, Y/N just closed her eyes and willed herself to go back to sleep.

Even after she fell asleep, her dreams were filled of nothing but her best friend who she had found herself falling for more and more since the second grade. Not that she was complaining. This was what her life usually was like. Y/N secretly pining over Joel while he dated other girls. It was hard to see, but Y/N knew that as long as he was happy, she would be happy even if it meant they didn't end up together.

Y/N slept for quite a while, hoping she would wake up to Joel returning and hopping back onto the couch with her. However, what she wasn't expecting was for the sound of an explosion to send her jolting off the couch while her whole house shook around her.

The girl fell to the ground with a groan, but her eyes shot open wide as the ground shook again and another explosion filled the air. "What-?" she whispered before slowly pulling herself up off of the floor and looking out the window. Her eyes widened at the sight of fire in the horizon and she felt a surge of panic wash over her as she heard the screams of people filling the air as families started running out of their houses.

"Mom! Dad!" Y/N called out, her parents running down the stairs not too long after that with their pajamas still on and their eyes still fighting away the sleep that had taken over them only a couple of moments before.

Y/N could barely process what was happening after that. The next thing she knew, they were all dressed and throwing their stuff into their car. Her parents were running around and arguing over what they actually needed, so the brunette took the time to look next door where Joel's house stood. Her eyes flickered over the scene, attempting to find her best friend but only seeing his parents.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Dawson exclaimed as she caught sight of the girl. She frantically ran across the yard to her, her hands grabbing onto Y/N’s arms as she asked, "Where's Joel? Where—Where is he?"

"I-I don't know," Y/N admitted, her eyes wide with panic as she still tried to process what was happening. "He left to go see Aimee earlier this morning. He didn't tell me where they went."

Mrs. Dawson frowned and was just about to say something more when a red jeep came barreling down the road and stopped in front of the house. Mrs. Dawson released Y/N immediately while the girl let out a sigh of relief as she saw Joel stumble out of the car.

"I'm sorry!" Joel exclaimed, barely getting his feet onto the ground before Y/N was running at him and practically jumping into his arms for a hug. Joel didn't hesitate to hug her back, his grip tight as he looked towards his mother.

"Thank God! Where have you been, Joel?" his mother asked.

"We have to go right now. Say your goodbyes, get in the car," his father told them.

Y/N then seemed to noticed Aimee who was watching her warily as if she could see right through the girl's facade. She let go of Joel and squeezed his arm before nodding towards Aimee. "Go say goodbye to her. I'm going to finish packing up and then we can talk," she told him.

Y/N didn't give Joel time to respond before she was running back over to her house where her parents were now throwing the last of their things into the car. She helped toss a few more things into the car before closing the trunk with her father. "Go say goodbye, Y/N. We need to leave. Now," her father said causing Y/N to blink in surprise.

"Goodbye? Aren't we going with the Dawsons?" she asked.

"Honey, we don't know where we're going. Our priority is keeping you safe, not trying to stay with the Dawsons," her mother told her.

"But—" Y/N began.

"Y/N," her father sternly said. Y/N frowned slightly and then with a shaky breath turned to begin her way over to Joel who was staring after his girlfriend as she walked towards her jeep.

"Aimee!" he called out causing Y/N to slow down her steps as she caught sight of the look in his eyes. "I love you."

Y/N went rigid at that, the sound of Joel saying those words to someone else making her feel like she may be sick. Tears begin to spring in her eyes and she desperately tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help it. She knew Joel had dated other girls before, but hearing him proclaim his love for one was something she had never had to witness.

And it hurt.

"I love you too," Aimee told him.

"I'm gonna come find you," Joel assured her.

"You better," Aimee said before hopping into her jeep and driving away.

Y/N was still frozen in place, her tears now falling freely down her face while Joel looked her way. His heart broke at the sight of her and he didn't hesitate to run over and wrap her up in his embrace. "Hey, we're going to be okay," he whispered, thinking that her tears were because of them having to say goodbye and not because of the interaction he had just had with Aimee.

Y/N seemed to snap out of her trance at that and she gripped onto Joel tightly, her tears becoming worse as she realized this could potentially be the last time she saw her best friend. "Joel," she whimpered. "This can't be goodbye."

"Hey, hey," Joel said as he pulled away enough to wipe way her tears, his hands cupping the sides of her face. "It's not. We've survived everything together. I'm not about to let this stand in our way either. We're Batman and Robin, remember? We'll always find our way back to each other."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Joel's face, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks before she held her hand out. "Batman," she said with a small nod.

"Robin," Joel whispered, nodding back at her as he clasped her hand with his own. They held onto each other tightly before Y/N hugged him one last time.

"I love you," she whispered, knowing very well that he didn't understand the true meaning of her words.

"I love you too. We'll find each other, okay?" he said before he noticed Y/N’s parents anxiously staring at the pair. Sighing, Joel squeezed her tight one last time before pulling away and leaning forward to press a small kiss to her forehead. "Bye, Robin." And then he gave her that small goofy smile of his that only made her heart ache more.

"Bye, Joel," she whispered, allowing herself to look at him one last time before turning and running to the car her parents were already climbing into. Y/N didn't dare look back, knowing that if she did it would only make it that much worse.

We're Batman and Robin, remember?

We'll always find our way back to each other.

- - -

"Long story short, I was right and we did find each other again. Granted it took two weeks, but—"

"Well, sorry. I didn't exactly have the colony there to pick me up when my parents died. I had to find you guys all on my own."

"And I see my mistake and I apologize. You did better than I ever could and I love you for it. You see, Y/N’s been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. Some jerk named Harley thought it would be funny to shove me off the swing set and take the swing from me. Y/N thought differently and punched him so hard he flew off the swing as if he had purposefully jumped off."

"I got sent to the principal's office right after, but I gained Joel as my best friend, so it wasn't a complete loss."

"We've been practically inseparable ever since and not even the apocalypse was able to keep us apart for too long."

"And now that you all know how our story began and a little bit about us, we can skip ahead to where we are now, seven years later in an underground bunker."

"This is where our story really begins.”

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live a little

fem!reader x finn balor

reader and Finn go for a late night swim in a pool ...

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: a lil fluffy, skinny dipping, smut, slight hair pulling

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You're sitting on the couch when your fiancé walks into your shared house. You're watching the new season of Cobra Kai on Netflix when he walks into the living room. He puts his title on a little table by the doorway and you pause the TV.

"Hi," you say, watching him walk over to you on the couch. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "How was work?"

Finn says, "Exhausting, as per usual. I got my arse beat by Kyle O'Reilly, Adam Cole, and Roderick Strong in the ring for a promo."

He kisses your temple and you ask, "Is there something I can do to make it better?"

You turn your head and look up at Finn. He says, "I was thinking about going for a little swim to make sure my muscles don't tighten up. It's a warm night so maybe ya could come with me?" The last part was more of a question.

"This isn't a plot to get me into a bathing suit, is it?" you tease.

Your fiancé laughs and says, "As much as I love the sight of that, no. I do want to keep my muscles loose. Will ya join me?"

Nodding, you say, "Of course I will. I won't pass up the opportunity to see you in swim trunks, but I have ten minutes left in this episode so I'll join you after it's over."

Finn smiles and kisses your cheek. "See ya in the water," he says before letting you go. You hear his footsteps go up the stairs and you resume your episode of Cobra Kai.

You're curled up on the couch as you finish up the episode. When there are five minutes left, you hear Finn walk back downstairs and the back door opens. You glance back into the foyer to see Finn closes the sliding glass door. He's in a pair of black swim trunks and no shirt. Your thoughts immediately start to go to the dirtier side as you turn your attention back to the TV show that's on your screen.

Once your episode is done, you turn off the TV and you walk up the stairs to your and Finn's shared bedroom. You grab a black bikini. The top has thin ties that tie behind your neck and behind your back. You fix the top so you're not falling out of the top. You pull on the bottoms, which tie at your waist. You tie your hair up into a messy bun on your head.

You peddle out of the room when you've changed into the bathing suit. You grab a beach towel out of a closet in the hallway on the second floor. You walk down the stairs, and you can faintly hear music coming from the backyard. You open the sliding door and step into the warm and humid air.

Finn's swimming laps in the pool and you smile at the sight. His workout music playlist is playing via a Bluetooth speaker that sits on a chair by the pool. You throw your towel on another chair before sitting on the side of the pool by the five-foot area. You kick your feet in the water, trying to get used to the cool water on your skin.

Your fiancé takes a break in the eight-foot area of the pool. He wipes the water out of his eyes and you get his attention. "Hey, stranger," you say, leaning back on your hands. Finn looks over at you and smiles.

"Look at ya," he says, slowly swimming over to you. "I like that suit."

Giggling, you say, "That's because it barely covers me, Finn."

He stands between your legs in the water, his hands on your thighs. They're cold from being in the cold water. You shiver slightly as Finn says, "Ya should just take it off since it barely covers ya."

You run your fingers through Finn's short wet hair and say, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Finn nods and smiles. "It's not a bad night for a nice skinny dip, Y/N," he says, starting to negotiate with you. "Live a little, baby."

His hands run up your thighs to the ties on your bottoms. "Finn," you giggle. "We have neighbors."

Your fiancé leaves light kisses on your thighs and gives you puppy eyes. "I'll take my pants off if ya take that off," he negotiates with you.

You gently nibble on your lip before you slide off the wall and into the water. You're up to your collarbone in the cool water as you stand between the wall and Finn. You stare up at your fiancé and say, "Baby, we have neighbors and they can look out their windows to see us."

"It's almost midnight, and the only light we have is the lights in the pool. All they'll see is two people in the pool," Finn says, making a good case. You blink at Finn.

After making a decision, you reach behind your neck. You pull the tie until it's untied. The top falls and Finn's eyes are on your exposed chest. You pull the fabric away and put it on the wall behind you. Finn pulls at the ties on your bottoms and pulls them off of you. The bottoms join your top on the wall behind you. Now you're naked in the pool in front of Finn.

Finn's eyes are on your body as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks. "Time to get these off since you told me you'd take your pants off if I took off my bikini," you say, pulling the swim trunks off Finn.

He laughs and helps you get them off. He throws the trunks with your bathing suit. Now you're both naked in the pool. Finn takes your hands and says, "Come swim with me, love."

You giggle as he pulls you off the wall. You kick your feet so you can keep up with him. He brings you into the deeper end of the pool where you can't stand. You kick to stay above water and Finn has to do the same.

"This is nice," you say, trying to keep your eyes on Finn's face instead of glancing down into the water to see what you've been wanting to see since his trunks came off.

Finn smiles and says, "I told ya that it was a nice night for a skinny dip."

A smile forms on your lips and you say, "You just wanted to get me naked."

Your fiancé says, "No way." You give him the look. "Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to just a teeny tiny bit. I have wanted to see ya like this for a while. I've been so busy with defending that title and keeping up with my training. It's been a little bit since I've seen ya naked."

You laugh and swim a little closer to Finn. "This is the longest we've ever gone with being naked and not touching each other, you know. I'm surprised we haven't yet considering we haven't done anything for a while," you say to him.

"Ya trying to tell me something, love?" Finn questions.

Smiling, you say, "Possibly. You come home from work and just go to sleep. Plus, we're already naked."

Finn smiles at you and says, "Now who's the one negotiating something."

You tease, "Fine, don't have sex with me. It's not like I actually wanted you to fuck me anyway." You stick your tongue out at him and begin to swim backward, away from Finn. His eyes are on you as a smile forms on your lips.

"Who said that I didn't want to have sex with ya?" Finn asks, swimming after you.

You climb out and say, "I just assumed." You wrap your towel around your nude body and Finn gets out of the pool.

He walks over to you, but just before he gets to you, he says, "Ya assumed wrong, love. Ya know how much I love to fuck ya." Then he cups your face and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is quick and intense from the start. Your hands are on his waist and you pull him closer to you. Finn's tongue finds its way into your mouth, a moan leaving your lips.

Finn walks over to one of the pool lounge chairs under the awning that's connected to the house. He lays back on it, breaking the kiss. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Your lips attach to Finn's neck and soft sighs escape his lips as he pulls at the towel around your body.

As you leave marks on his neck and chest, Finn pulls off the towel you're wearing. It falls to the ground and you pull back from Finn. You look at your work and say, "I hope makeup can cover those up."

"Oh well if they can't," Finn says before he kisses you harshly.

All the pent up sexual energy between the two of you is coming out now. It's been months since any kind of intimacy between you and Finn. Since he won the title, it's been the only thing he's been focused on. Of course, he's always made sure you were taken care of and that you were okay, but he'd been training harder, working more hours, and traveling a little more so he's exhausted when he's home so he usually sleeps.

You don't know why he actually wanted to go for a swim on a random January day and have sex with you on a chair next to the pool. Honestly, you don't care why. You're just happy you have something other than your fingers to pleasure you.

Finn's hands are roaming your body and you sigh softly, having missed his touch. You grind slowly against his member. The tip runs through your folds and you bite back a moan in your throat. Your hands are on Finn's six thousand abs to keep yourself balanced.

"Love, ya keep doing that and we're gonna have a problem," Finn warns you.

Instead of stopping, you move faster. Moans pass your lips and Finn cups your face with his hands. You sigh, "I've missed you like this, Finn."

Your fiancé brings your face close to his and you meet his pretty blue eyes. You sigh softly as you roll your hips. Finn's lips brush against yours as he says, "Baby, please do something because ya are driving me crazy."

You lean in and kiss Finn as you take his hardened length in your hand. You pump him a few times as you position him outside your entrance. The kiss deepens as you sink onto his member. A moan leaves your lips as Finn begins to will you. Finn's hands slide into your hair, holding your face to his. Your hands are on his chest as you adjust to Finn inside you.

Finn's fingers curl in your Y/H/C locks as you begin to slowly move your hips. You drag your fingers down Finn's chest as you pull back from the passionate kiss to get some air. Your breathing is becoming more and more labored with every roll of your hips. Finn's eyes are on yours as you move.

He not-so-gently pulls your hair back and tilts your head up, exposing your neck to him. A soft moan leaves your lips when he does this. Finn smirks and begins to kiss your neck. "Did ya like that, baby?" Finn mumbles against the sensitive skin on your neck.

You gasp, "Kinda."

"I'll have to remember that," he says.

One of Finn's hands leaves your hair and you wonder where it went until you feel his thumb start to rub your clit. You gasp softly, moving your hips faster. Finn groans, "Just like that, mo ghrá. Ya feel so good around me."

Your body shakes with overstimulation as you move faster. The tip of Finn's member hits your g-spot as he finds the sweet spot on your neck. You cry out in pleasure, moaning Finn's name. A knot forms in your stomach as you're pulled closer and closer to an orgasm. Finn says, "Ya look so good on top of me, baby."

You look down at Finn and pant, "You should let me do this more often then."

Finn pulls you down to him and you kiss him as you move rougher. Your moans and the sound of slapping skin fills the warm night air.

"I'm about to cum, Finn," you moan against Finn's lips.

Your fiance says, "No one's stopping ya, love."

After a few more movements, your body jerks as you cum around Finn. You moan his name mixed with profanities as you ride out your high. Finn quickly pulls out of you and he cums on his stomach. You're panting a bit as you look down at Finn. He looks up at you.

You say, "Please start letting me top occasionally. It's fun."

Finn laughs and kisses you slowly, full of tongue. He says, "We'll see."

You giggle against his lips. A small makeout session is ignited from this kiss. Your hands roam his body and yours roam his.

After about ten minutes of this, Finn grabs a towel and cleans you both up before saying, "Let's head inside, yeah? It's getting kinda cold."

You don't object to going inside. You get up and quickly run inside. Finn's right behind you. The two of you retire to your bedroom, where you cuddle naked beneath the sheets.

Both of you lay intertwined with each other when you say, "I don't wanna go weeks without doing this again, Finn. I need to be close to you like this."

Finn looks down at you and says, "Regal is going to cut back my hours that I spend at the Performance Center so I can spend some extra time with ya before our wedding. We have two weeks before the wedding, and I'll be spending half the time at the Performance Center."

You smile and say, "Really?"

Your fiancé nods and says, "Really. It was also his idea, and I wasn't gonna object to spending more time with my beautiful fiancée."

Overwhelmed with excitement, you say, "I'm so happy." You happily kiss Finn and he smiles into the kiss. "I love you."

"I love ya too, my ghra," Finn tells you.