#like i get it if i was invited to a party only to see the person i'm interested in interested in someone else i'd probably be pissed

[bluetimeombre]

۶ৎ Mess of a man.

| Joel didn’t know why he’d let his little brother convince him a night at the bar was what he needed. But he might need to listen to him more. Smut!

[this is pure FILTH. I don’t know what came over me, I need this out my system and I need Joel in mine STAT. If you’re a minor pls don’t interact, this is not a safe space.]

Warnings; language, drinking, age gap (Joel is in his late forties, reader is 21) masturbation reference, daddy, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (both receiving), over stimulation, come eating?let me know if I’ve missed anything

"Still haven't gotten your dick wet, huh?" was Tommy's way of greeting his brother.

Joel grumbled something, propping his foot on the coffee table in front of him. "Get lost, Tommy."

He'd thought that with his daughter, Sarah, at summer camp he'd get six weeks of peace, get work done, maybe take his daughter somewhere nice when she got back. But he forgot he had a brother and he forgot how annoying he was.

Sure, six weeks without his kid was a perfect and maybe a once-in-a-lifetime to get his dick 'wet' as Tommy put it. But he'd been out the game for years, out of practise. He wouldn't know how or who to approach.

"C'mon, what kind of brother would I be if I let you mope around alone in the house," he said, whacking Joel on the shoulder.

"A good one." Joel took a swing of his beer, watching the sport without knowing what team was doing what.

Tommy turned off the tv and snatched away Joel's beer, getting him up from the sofa. "There's a bar I know where everyone looking to get fucked goes, c'mon."

Joel decided he didn't want to know how his brother knew this place but as Tommy was already grabbing his truck keys and heading out the door. He'd be damned if he let Tommy drive his truck.

Yeah... that was why he was going...

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The bar was already loud when he and Tommy got there and ordered their beers. Joel would have one, maybe another if he was here long enough but then he'd go home and... see to himself if he had to.

It would have been nice to have something for the evening. It had been a long time and his own fist wasn't enough. He had a pick if he needed, he guessed. He wasn't immune to all the single middle aged mom's around him that would talk to him on the school drop off, invite him to one of their garden parties. Even some with rings on their fingers always lingered too long when shaking his hand or asking for some 'construction' advice.

But none of them did anything for him.

Tommy patted his brother on the back as he winked at the lady behind the bar. "See anything you like, yet?"

They'd been there... what? Ten minutes.

Then yes, he saw something he liked and his jaw almost dropped.

Tommy spotted the way he stilled and followed his gaze. "Holy shit."

You were with three girls- your friends, Joel assumed- and a guy hanging onto you, an arm draped around your hips. You were nursing a drink, laughing with your friends, tongue darting out to the straw of your cocktail.

Joel was done. He knew it immediately.

You were only twenty-one, young and beautiful and worse, Sarah's baby-sitter. Sure, his daughter was fourteen but on the late nights he had to work he didn't like to leave her alone.

Enter you. Good grades, polite, always called him Mr Miller like it wasn't the hottest thing. You stayed every night Joel needed to work, you cooked for Sarah, even ensured there was left overs for Joel and Tommy sometimes.

You'd tidy when he never asked, you never drank the beers he left for you. You were perfect.

And Joel knew, the first day you'd baby-sat his daughter over a year ago he'd made a mistake. He knew it when he watched you walk down his porch, when he started offering you lifts home and wishing you'd accept, when he had a wet dream like a horny teenager and it was you under him.

This was some cruel joke.

As if you could hear his thoughts your eyes caught over the noise of the bar. There was shock registering first and then you were dismissing your group to walk over to the Millers.

Joel gulped when he spotted what you were wearing. A tight high collared shirt, your hair pinned and the shortest skirt with heels.

Like a present to be un-wrapped...

"If it isn't the Miller brothers," you grinned.

"Hey darlin'," Tommy greeted first, reaching up to give you a small hug.

Joel's jaw clenched as you hugged him back. But Tommy was respectful, hands staying high on your body. Better than Joel would do.

You pulled away and smiled at Joel. "Mr Miller."

He nodded, taking a swig of his beer as he watched your tongue dart out in search for the straw. Fuck.

Tommy held a hand on your back. "I gotta take a leak, keep him company would you."

Joel didn't know what kind of game his little brother was playing.

"Of course," you smiled, sliding into the seat Tommy had vacated. "Don't I strive to look after the Millers."

Tommy chuckled and winked at Joel as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Hi there," he drawled.

You smiled. Maybe it was the lighting, or the alcohol, but your eyes were darker than he'd ever noticed. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here tonight."

"Sarah's at camp," he said. He was painfully aware you knew. You hadn't been around in two weeks because he'd had no reason to ask you. Well, no appropriate reason.

"She enjoying it?" you threw a leg over yours, grazing his leg as you did.

"Think so," he said, "what about you, huh? Enjoyin' your freedom?"

You chuckle. "You know I love working for you, Mr Miller."

"Joel," he corrected you. He took a swing of his beer, watching you watch him.

"Jo-el," you draw out his name.

Something in Joel stirred, his pants couldn't be growing tighter, right? Thank god for the dim lighting.

He cleared his throat. "So this is where the kids hang out these days, huh?"

"I dunno about kids?" you said, leaning your body over slightly. "Am I a kid?"

Joel let his eyes wander down. The expanse of your legs, the skirt riding up your thighs and the way your chest rose and fell with your breath. Then slowly, he trailed back up your body. "I guess not."

Of all those times he'd watched you from the porch, you'd always looked back at him at least once, maybe twice to give a little wave as he leaned on the door. Or when you'd started accepting his lifts home and would always linger in his seat when he turned the engine off, the two of you leaning over the console and chattering a bit longer. Or when it came to staying to watch a game with him when Sarah had gone to bed when he knew you hated sport.

Of all those times he'd never let his mind wander as much as it was not.

"Tommy dragged me out," said Joel, taking more of his beer.

"He dragged you?" you chuckled. "You didn't want to come?"

"I'm glad I did," he said.

You take a longer sip of your drink, nodding. "I'm glad you did too."

Joel watched you a second as you tilted your head, a small tilt to your head. "You wanna another drink?" he asked. He wasn't even sure how much you'd had already. Was all this new look and attitude the cocktails talking?

"I should be good," you muse.

Joel decided in that moment he'd either spend the rest of the night in your company, or go home alone. "Your friends not missing you?" he didn't even want to look back at your friends maybe waiting for you. Or that guy watching you.

You also didn't care to look back. "Let them."

Joel smirked as he brought his bottle to his lips. "Atta girl."

He heard your intake of breath and felt satisfied. Your leg kicked off your other one and had grazed his, going down and down and he was sure you weren't doing this on accident. Not anymore.

"You can't say things like that," you chuckle, shuffling in your seat.

God, your thighs were pressing together tightly. Such a pretty sight...

You leaned over in your seat. "Do you know how many women would kill to hear you say that to them?"

"Well, i'm saying it to you, ain't I?"

You look at him through your lashes and Joel's legs widen to accommodate for the rising need in his crotch. It was wrong. It was so wrong. It was crossing a line. "I think I'll take that drink, if you're still offering?"

Joel nods and waved someone over to get you the same. The two of you talked a little more as you waited, your drink sliding over moments later.

"It must get lonely," you said, fingers dancing around the condensation of the glass. "That house all alone."

It seemed both of you had forgot about Tommy at that point.

The game being played between the two of you suddenly seemed real to Joel. "You tryin' to get an invite over?"

"Maybe."

You didn't miss a beat.

Joel looked at you. People were piling into the bar, music was being played but all he could focus on was you.

Your hand darted out, your fingers grazing his knee.

He looked down at his knee, where you touched him. Could you make out the dent in his jeans. "You know, i'm old enough to be your father."

"So should I start calling you daddy?"

He chocked on his beer. He managed to finish it, smirking to himself. "You got a mouth on you."

"You started it looking at me like that."

Joel rested against the bar. "I'm your employer."

You shrug. "And i'm not at work."

Joel looked around the bar and found his brother making out with a woman at the furthest end. He was sorted. "Why do you hang out here, huh kid?" if what Tommy told him was true he wasn't sure he could handle the idea of you coming here, looking out for someone that wasn't him.

You shrug. "It's a good bar, good drinks, good company usually."

"Usually?" he teased, his hands on his thighs. "You know, Tommy told me some filthy things around this place."

You lick your lips, holding back amusement. "Really?" you stand to your feet, leaning on the bar closer to him. You slot perfectly between his thighs.

His hand danced close to your hip but didn't touch you. Not yet. "People come here for one thing."

"Enlighten me, Joel."

His name from your lips made his brain fuzzy, effecting him more than any beer. But he couldn't do it, god, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Of the counter. Of how good you'd look bent over the counter, tight skirt bunched up at your hips.

But the words failed with him.

It was like you could tell, like you knew every move of his and every twitch.

You take one more sip of your drink before sliding it over the counter.

Joel watched as you got to your feet and worry rose on him. Worry he'd lose all he wanted.

"I'm going around the back, i'm going to be there for two minutes before I call an uber to go home. See you."

You meant it to. He watched you walk off, only briefly waving to your friends as you wove in and out of the people.

You were giving him two minutes to fuck over his life.

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You waited, and waited for what you thought was two minutes. Truth be told you didn’t have a watch and lingering around the back of the bar probably wasn’t the greatest idea.

You could tap your foot and wait, rethinking your words and actions and hope that every time the door swung open, it would be your boss.

Joel fucking Miller. What game were you playing? More to the point, what was he doing?

Looking at you like that, carelessly letting his eyes wander as he imagined everything he wanted to do to you? You weren’t immune to his looks, his touches that lasted too long and the way he always watched you walk up to your front door, the engine only roaring once you were safe inside.

But now it seemed- faced with the ultimatum of fucking you or leaving you as nothing but his daughter’s babysitter- he was choosing the latter.

You’d really thought your lonely nights with only toys and fingers for company may have been rectified.

As you push yourself off the wall you really thought-

A sudden strong and rough hand grabbed your wrist and turned you back until you were against the wall and until lips were on yours.

You knew the scent, knew the strength of the body as Joel Miller pressed himself against you, groaning and licking into your lips.

You hands are in his hair, tugging at the curls of black and grey as you let him feel all your body, his arms caging you in and hand dragging down and down and-

"That was three minutes, sweet girl," Joel’s beard scratched your neck as he dragged his lips over your pulse.

You hold back a moan. The music in the bar was loud and the only people coming this way were the ones looking for a quick piss. Still you wanted nobody to stop this. "Wanted to give you a chance."

He nodded into your neck, biting the skin and winning a gasp from you. Joel tilted his head back, searching your gaze that only saw him. "Tell me you want this."

You nod. "I want it."

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb dragging down your bottom lip. He watched, entranced. "You’d let me down anything, wouldn’t you?" He whispered, looking as if he wasn’t all there. That some part of his mind was already fucking you against the wall.

You lower your head until you can reach the pad of his thumb, kissing the tip. "I want it."

"Oh, fuck baby," he groaned, pushing the pad of his thumb further into your mouth. Promises of things to come. "You’re gonna kill me sweet girl."

Your hand ran down his stomach until it meant the tightness of his pants and running up and down until you could feel the press of his length in your palm.

Joel indulged for a minute. His thumb in the warmth of his mouth while your other hand rubbed him right. Then he snapped back into reality as the door banged on the wall.

Not there.

Against himself, he took his thumb from you and grabbed your wrist, alerting you.

"I need your word that if we do this, Sarah doesn’t find out," he said sternly.

You chuckled. "Well I’m hardly gonna tell her I screwed her dad, am I?"

"Hey," he held one finger in front of your face, defying your smirk. "Your word, little miss, or I can drop you off home and you can watch while I take care of the problem you created."

You gulped. Maybe for a moment you forgot it was Mr Miller you were affronted with. Quickly, you nodded your head.

"Good girl," he surged forward and sucked on the bottom of your lip, his hips digging into yours. He groaned as you ground on him, nails digging into his biceps. "Feel wha’ you do to me, huh? You know how many times I’ve had to fuck my own fist and think of you?"

You practically melt at his words, leaning back into the wall. "Joel… please."

"Please what? Huh?" he taunted, rutting his clothed hips into your own, biting down on his lip as you threw your head back, moaning at the sensation. "C'mon, tell me what you want. Be a good girl and say it."

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

Joel scoffed. He left his hips against yours. He tutted. "I'm an old man, darlin', you're gonna have to speak up."

"Fuck me!" you all but screamed, desperation turning you into a mess.

Joel grabbed your hand and started to drag you from the alleyway, searching around as if his daughter might pop up out of nowhere.

You couldn't care less, didn't think about the group of friends you were leaving, or the guy that wanted you. Your hand circled over Joel's stomached t shirt, nails scratching as you leant into his side, lips marking up his neck.

"Fuck, baby," Joel groaned as he searched in his pocket for his keys. You joined the search, your fingers searching all around the dent in his jeans. "Fucking desperate, aren't you, huh?"

"Can't wait, Joel," you whisper in his ear, lips brushing, shivers running down his spine as you squeezed his crotch. "Please baby."

Joel grunted. He was practically shaking with the need to fuck you, to feel you against him. To have his hands wander all over you and memorise the way you moaned under him. There was so much more he wanted. Wanted to have you scream, wanted your neck bruised with his love and his back to carry the scratches from you.

He just needed.

"Fuck," he couldn't believe he was being so reckless. Couldn't believe that with a kiss and a grope you had rendered him a horny teenager. "Get in the back, babygirl."

He held open the door and practically pushed you in, climbing over you.

You jumped into his lap as soon as the door slammed shut and Joel chucked his keys somewhere to the front. Your lips worked against his, claiming it as yours and invading an unknown territory. You moaned as his tongue ran against yours and sucked it into his own mouth.

His hands were warm and large as they gripped your ass harshly, a soft slap echoing around his truck.

"You gonna let me slide my fingers into your pussy, baby?" he asked against your lips.

You moaned.

"Hey!" he grabbed your chin, pulling you back to stare at him. Your lips were already red and swollen. "You gotta talk to me baby. You want my fingers? Say yes."

"Yes please," you say, catching your breath. Your chest felt heavy, your pussy throbbing. "Please, want your fingers."

Joel smirked, finger tips brushing under the band of your skirt. "So polite."

The space at the back of his truck was small and cramped but he'd be lying if he hadn't thought about this. Hadn't thought about you in the back of his truck, cock stuffed down your throat or his face buried in your thighs.

All those times he'd taken you back, it had never been as innocent as he would let on.

But having you in his lap, begging for it, practically drooling with just his words, he had a feeling you weren't as innocent as you'd always made out to be.

Joel let the elastic of your skirt slap into place, causing you to jolt into him. As you jolted, he used the leverage of your hips to pull your skirt up and feel under you. "Jesus baby- you're soaked."

His finger slid up the cloth of your panties, collecting the dampness and smearing it.

You gasp as he presses into your pussy, pushing the cloth into you. "Joel please, I asked so nice."

"You did, sweet girl, you did," he nodded, watching as your eyes squeezed shut. "Hey- eyes on me baby, right here." He gently slapped the under part of your chin to get you to look at him as he easily hooked your panties to the side and sunk a finger in.

You hum out a moan, head tilted back.

Joel found the crevice of your neck, dragging his beard against the soft skin and relishing in the red that bloomed. "You like it? You like my fingers inside your heat? God, you're so warm."

"Like it," you nod, eyes shutting again.

Joel groaned low in his throat as he grabbed your chin and forced your forehead against his. "You keep your eyes on me, you understand me. Or i'll drop you off home. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr Miller."

"Oh-" Joel sunk his ring finger in until he was knuckle deep. "You're so good for me."

You tighten around the feel of his fingers. He's barely curling them and already you're squirming at the sound of your own slick.

"Ride my fingers, babygirl, gowan' now."

Obediently you started to move, riding his hand. His rough palm moved with you. His mouth remained open in a small 'o' as you wither against him, moaning.

Joel couldn't help the filth that spilled from his mouth. But with every clench you gave around his fingers, you didn't seem to mind.

"So good for me... such a good girl,"

"Dirty too, riding me in the back of the truck you and Sarah ride in."

"Fuck, i've dreamt of this, you look so good with my fingers stuffed inside of you."

At his encouragement you grip his shoulders, moving faster until your skirt is ridging up your hips and the little wisps of your hair are sticking to your forehead from sweat.

His thumb pressed down on your puffy and begging clit.

"Shit- ah- fuck!"

Joel's hips involuntarily bucked up to yours. "You wanna cum, sweet girl?"

You bite down on your lip, nodding and looking at where his forearm- taunt and veiny- disappeared under you.

Joel rested his head next to yours, kissing the sweat at your neck. "Tough baby, you're so dirty. Dirty girls have to do a lot of waiting till they get their reward."

Slowly, he retracts his fingers.

"Look at all this mess," he tutted, looking at how his fingers glistened with your need. He pats your hips, "up."

You fall onto the seat next to him, legs spread and head resting back on the car door.

You watch as Joel lifts his hips, un-buckling his belt as he starts to pull off his boxers and jeans. Your foot danced over to his lap but he impatiently pushes it away.

"You want to cum, don't you?" he asked, sending you a dark look. His hand grabs your ankle as you nod and kisses the bare skin above your heel. "Then behave."

The hand that you had just been riding wrapped around his cock and brought it out.

Your mouth opened as you stared at the beauty of the thing. He was big, bigger than you'd seen and bigger than you'd dare dreamed. He shone with pre-cum and your arousal as he spread what was on his fingers. His hand worked himself up and down as he relaxed back in his seat.

He looked over at you. "Eyes up here, baby."

Your gaze flicked up to him. "So pretty, Joel."

He chuckled and tugged himself. "Always knew you'd like it. God, you've no idea the things i've dreamt."

"Tell me. Please."

Joel leaned his head back, moving up and down his length slowly as he re-called every filthy dream his mind conjured. "Your hands wrapping around me. Your mouth being so warm and wet as you fuckin' choke on it. God, bet your throat's not used to a man's cock, huh? Only used to boys, ain't that right?"

He opened his eyes, peeking at you.

You'd dared closer to him, leaning over. You nodded.

"Bet that kid in there was hoping you'd give him a chance," he went on, his other hand coming up and thumb and forefinger tugging at your chin. "He didn't stand a chance as soon as you saw me, did he?"

You shake your head, shuffling closer into his side.

He jerked your head toward him. "Answer me."

"Only want you, Joel," you tell him.

You lick your lips, eyes darting from him to his leaking cock. The tip was red, begging for attention. "Can I- Can I please?"

Joel stroked back your hair. "Go on then, baby. Have a play." He stretched his arms along the back of the truck and watched to see you move.

But Joel quickly realised you didn't come around to play.

You'd always seemed so innocent- so un-knowing- when you looked after Sarah, when you helped him clean down the kitchen, when he'd offer you lifts back or to stay over you'd always blush and lower your head.

You were lowering it now, throwing your hair back over your shoulder and holding the base of him.

First, you touch him with your lips lightly and he smiles, daring not to think this might be the only time he lets you touch him like this. Your lips are so pretty and pink, swollen and wet from kissing him as you drag them along the sides.

Then you pepper kisses along the skin and start moving your hand around the base.

"You really gonna tease me?"

"Wanna take my time," you mumble into his though, kissing the skin.

Next, your hand cups his balls that were heavy with need. He wasn't exaggerating, it had been years since his last good fuck and no amount of jerking himself off to the thought of you could satisfy him. As your fingers played with his balls, rolling them around and giving them warmth and attention they craved, you made out with the tip of his cock.

You collected his pre-cum with your lips and tongue while still fondling him.

He could feel his shirt stick to him, his chest rising and falling quicker. Shittin-fuck. How was he supposed to last if this was what you were giving him?

"Easy, baby, easy," he eased you, stroking back your hair.

He knew you heard cause you were smirking then opening your mouth and taking him deep, almost all the way in one.

Joel groaned and grabbed the door. "Shit-ah-"

He didn't care if he wasn't far from the bar. Didn't care if anyone tried to get a look in through the fogging up windows. He didn't care if Tommy came by and applauded him for getting his dick wet. All he cared for was the feel of your wet mouth all the way down him, spit drooling down his cock.

You were doing so well and he wanted you to know.

"You wanna take me deep, huh?" he grunted, clutching onto your hair and holding you down. You gagged around him. He chuckled. "I'm not even all the way in there. You got room for more?"

You dragged your mouth up, taking a deep breath and nodding. You wiped your mouth from the mess you made and went in again.

This time, you took him again and again, deeper, bobbing him in your throat until he was a grunting and groaning mess. His hips moved of their own accord, shoving himself in even when there was nowhere else to go.

But the sounds of gagging, of his balls slapping against his own thighs as he moved, of the moans coming out of you were enough to almost having him finishing in your mouth. Almost.

He wanted to, boy did he, but he wouldn't, not until your cunt had swallowed him.

Joel pulled you up, letting you release him with a pop. "Want to be inside, need to be inside."

The truck wasn't the best place but it was the only place he had for you. He wished he could give you a bed, give your hours to welcome him, but Joel needed like he'd never needed. He imagined this is what starvation was, having your treat dangled in front of you.

And you were moving with him, lying down on the back seats, legs accommodating him as he slid in between you.

Joel gently pulled down your panties and stuffed them in the back of his pocket. If he was gonna have to jerk himself off to thoughts of you again, having your soaked panties was the least he deserved.

He glanced down at your swollen pussy and salivated.

Your hand trailed down, circling your clit as you moaned at the time he was taking.

Joel grabbed your wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and nipped at the skin. "Only I get to touch, yeah, babygirl?"

"Yes," you answered, breathless.

Joel loomed over you, bringing the tip of his leaking cock to smear himself over your folds. "Tommy told me somethin' real interestin'. Ask me what?"

"I don't- I don't care about Tommy, right now," you grab his shoulders, trying to pull him forward.

"He tol' me-" Joel strained, his lips brushing yours. It wasn't just your torture he wad delivering. It was his own. "He said people go to that bar to get fucked. Is that why you were there?"

For a moment you seemed shocked to hear it. Then the palm of your hand held his cheek, running over the stubble.

"Worked, didn't it?" you teased.

Joel sunk into you with ease. "Yeah."

He hid his face in your neck as you arched your back into him. 'Take it, take it,' he spoke into your skin, tattooing the words there.

"Joel-" you gasped, holding onto his back. "Fuck!"

"You're ok, baby. You're ok, babygirl," his breath was short. He needed to feel you more, the half way in wasn't enough. "Fuck, you grip me so well."

You gasp, holding him in you. "Need-need more."

"I dunno baby, you think you got it?" he teased.

"Yes, yes."

"What have I said about speaking up?"

You groan, throwing your head back on the seat. "Fuck me, please Joel!"

With a grunt loud enough to be heard outside, Joel sunk further into you. 'Shit, yeah.... fuck,' spilled from his lips as he slowly took himself out of you before sinking in all the way again.

"You feel me?" asked Joel. He held himself up over you because he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna watch you fall apart on his dick.

"Feel it, feel you everywhere," you mumble.

You really did. You felt the soft seats of his truck, smelt him everywhere. The smell of old cologne, cigarettes (though you were sure he didn't smoke) and new wood. It wasn't just his cock sinking into you but his voice as he mumbled filthy things in your ear. His hand dragged down your face, gripping your neck. Not tight enough to cut airways but tight enough to make you squeeze him.

He stuttered, "sh-shit. If you do that again I won't last," he told you. "And I want you to come first."

"Then fuck me Joel," you said, looking up at him.

Joel looked down to where he disappeared into you. You were already rocking your hips into his, desperate for something- anything. His hand pushed back some of your hair as he stared at you with something more than need. Desire. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Wasn't it? Wasn't it everything you wanted since he first laid a hand on your shoulder and led you into his home, welcoming you to his life. "Yes."

His thumb dragged out your bottom lip before his lips were smashing onto yours, wet and sloppy as his thrusts increased.

He moved his hips in and out rapidly, giving you no more time to adjust. It wasn't long before he had to release your lips to breathe.

"Ah- shit!" you yelled.

"That's it baby, be as loud as you like. Let the whole fucking street know who's fucking you," he panted. His hands were at your neck, holding the both of you steady.

"Joel!"

"Shit! You feel so good!"

Joel tugged down your top, not in the mood to care if it rips. It's not like he was letting you back in that bar. He pulled out your tits and latched onto them like a child, nipping at the nipple.

Your hand winds itself in his hair, pulling at the roots and throwing your body into his. You could feel his cock stretch you, the pain mixing delightfully with the pleasure. With every thrust he tipped you closer and closer onto the ledge and as his warm, wet mouth sucked on your nipple, the other hand squeezing and playing with the other, you knew it would be the best orgasm of your life.

"I'm gonna, arg-"

Joel licked around your nipple. "Not yet."

"Joel!"

"Hold it!"

He pushed himself up, holding onto the back of the seats as he used the position to put a foot on the ground and fuck into you harder.

The windows were steamed, your bodies slick with sweat.

The truck was fucking shaking at how hard he was moving you.

You threw a hand out behind you to hold onto the door, bracing yourself as you rocked your body into his.

Joel threw his head back, his neck stretching you and tempting you. "Best fucking pussy out there. And I've been wasting you as a babysitter."

"Yours," you mumble. He hadn't even asked and you were giving him the promise.

His lips tilted into a lobsided smirk as he leaned closer to you. "You mine, huh? All mine? My girl, my pussy?"

"Yes," you nod.

For a minute you can only hear your breaths with the sound of his hips slapping into yours.

Joel's fingers dig into your thighs and bring your leg up to wrap around his waist. "Mine," he all but growled into your chest, nipping at the skin. "Show me. Show me you're mine. Cum."

He thrusted into you hard, his thumb holding your stomach down and playing with your clit until you were coming all over his cock. 'That's it baby... all over me.... there's a good girl.... keep coming,'

Joel fucked you throughout. He had his own finish to reach but watching you fall apart, your mouth open in a silent gasp as your fingers claw into his shoulders.

He cupped your chin, smiling down at you. "You gonna help an old man out?"

You were in no state to, coming down from your highest high.

Joel cupped your ass and lifted you from the seats that were slowly soaking in both of yours juices. "Ah-" he yelled out at the new angle he was reaching, his balls heavy hitting your pussy. "Yeah- there- just there baby."

"Joel!" you yell. "S'to much."

"No it's not," he shook his head. His eyes were screwed up as sweat rolled down his cheeks. "You can take it. You know you can."

Your pussy was throbbing, squeezing him so intensely you didn't know how he was still moving.

You bit down on your lip as you watched him concentrating hard. You test the waters, wrapping your legs around his waist until your entire lower body was in his weight.

"Fuck!" Joel's jaw clenched as he looked down at you, his fingertips digging into the skin of your soft thighs until he was sure bruises would be there for only him to see. "I'm gonna... shit- Where you want it?"

"Inside, please," you mewl.

Joel looked at you, danger in his eyes. "No, baby, we can't."

You nod and squeeze his hips. "I'm on the pill."

The words were heaven to his ears.

You squeeze around him and Joel yelled out, falling atop you as he spilled out inside of you.

"Take it! Take it! Fucking let me- let me in!" he yelled, hips stuttering as he fell into you. One of your legs remained around him but the other he let drop, holding it weakly.

You were sure you were still coming down from your high as his hips stuttered on yours. You could feel every drop of him smear on your pussy and leak out.

Then Joel's fingers danced around the space his cock was softening in you, pushing it all back in.

His brows rose as he looked down, a shaking laugh coming out. "I-"

You didn't want to hear the words that came after. The regret. The 'we shouldn't have' or 'think about Sarah'. You just wanted this moment of feeling held and cared for by Joel to last a little longer.

Your lips move against his slowly, tasting the salt of sweat from the both of you on there.

He didn't push you away, he just held his lips close to yours, in small and attentive brushes. "How do you feel?" he whispered, pulling back enough to look around your eyes.

"Good," you nod, "real fucking good."

Joel chuckled and looked down. Slowly, as not to hurt you, he pulled out.

You moaned at the sudden emptiness in you, lying there to catch your breath and so you didn't have to prepare for regret in his face.

But it seemed regret was the last thing on Joel's mind.

He had no idea what kind of animal was possessing him or just how far his need went. But when he fell back against the door, listening out to the low drum from the bar, he saw your swollen cunt. Red and white. Red from how hard he'd fucked you and white from the mixture of you and him.

Something growled inside of him- maybe it was him- but before either of you understood what was happening, Joel lunged back in and spread your thigs, diving in.

You lurched up onto your elbows, looking down at him. You could see the top of his hair, his eyes closed and you could feel his nose moving around you and nudging you. "Joel, what are you- holy-"

Joel hummed into your pussy. It was heaven on his tongue, dripping into him. So sweet and all you. He'd never felt closer to a person before. Never felt such a need. He was slobbering like a damn dog over your pussy.

"What the fuck have you done to me, huh," he'd pulled back only enough so you could understand his words.

Neither of you were sure if he was talking to you or what laid between your legs.

He opened up your pussy and went in, tongue fucking into you. He was caught between wanting to push his spill back into you and eating you out till you were dry.

"Joel!" you screamed, voice breaking. "You-you can't-"

"I fucking can," he snarled. His face was being pushed into your cunt as he shook it, smearing both of you all over him.

There was nothing you could say or do before your legs trembled and you came all over his beard and lips. You didn't know what to do, whether to push him off you or pull you closer.

Joel held your hips into his mouth and groaned as he took in everything you gave him.

Every flick of his tongue had you shaking. Every time he gripped your thighs you made a noise of pleasure.

Hours might have passed since he first discovered heaven between your thighs before he pulled himself out.

His face was wet with you. It was sinful and like nothing you could ever imagine. "Look at what you've fucking done to me."

You'd made an absolute mess.

[bloomseishiro]

Hi! Can I request some BLLK drabbles (with whichever BLLK characters you like) where the boys see the reader in tight clothes for the first time? Like, the reader usually wears baggy clothing or stuff that hides their curves/body figure, so it’s a total surprise! It doesn’t have to be a dress—tight shorts and crop tops work too!

Anyways, I love you and your fics! You’re doing amazing, hunny! 💕 Keep doing what you’re doing—your stories make me smile and feel the thrill!! 💓🩷💗

what a surprise — he sees you in tight clothes for the first time

౨ৎ ft. nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

a/n. THANK YOU SWEET ANON FOR THE REQUEST!! i had sm fun writing this and ur kind words def made my day ^-^ i chose the three characters i’m most comfy with heh one day i will expand!! >.>

contents. fluff, pre-relationship, timeskip/pro soccer player bllk boys, reader wears a tight dress for rin and nagi’s + crop top/short shorts for sae’s, these are suggestive so rated 16+ pls ! 

NAGI SEISHIRO

Nagi isn’t one to go to parties often. But this one was for Reo’s birthday and you were begging him to go. 

He thought it would be less of a hassle to simply agree with you and make an appearance. Besides, he could always bring his phone and hide in the corner of the room, if needed. 

But when Nagi sees the dress you’re wearing to the party, he decides maybe agreeing to come wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

“Does this dress make my butt look big?” you ask from his room, popping your head out of the doorframe. 

The two of you are getting ready at Nagi’s apartment, mainly so he can’t flake at the last minute, and he had stepped out earlier to give you privacy while changing. 

At your question, Nagi looks around lazily before his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you. The dress on your body is short and tight, leaving nothing to the imagination when it comes to the shape of your waist and hips. 

Nagi swallows with uncertainty. It’s different from your usual attire, that much even he could recognize. 

“Yes,” he manages to answer your question honestly. 

You beam as if that's just the response you’re looking for. “Great! I was going to wear my usual clothes, but Reo said we should dress nice since his family invited some celebrities.”

Nagi nods in acknowledgment. “Your dress is nice. But your usual clothes are nice, too.”

Hiding a giggle, you tug the dress down so it covers more of your thighs. Nagi can’t help but notice how shiny and supple your skin looks there. 

“Do you like one more than the other?” you ask playfully. 

He shakes his head hesitantly and he feels heat rise to his cheeks. “I like…both.”

“I’ll make sure to mix it up sometimes, then.”

ITOSHI SAE

Sae isn’t a saint. He’s never claimed nor pretended to be. While his focus has always been on soccer, he wasn’t one to turn down one night stands so long as they were conveniently timed for him. 

All that to say, he’s seen plenty of minimally-clad bodies before. But he’s never felt the dryness in his throat that he does now. All from seeing you in those denim booty shorts and cropped baby tee. 

Of course, the ridiculous shirt has, “Make Men Cry” written across your chest, only accentuating the curves you normally kept hidden even more. You may very well be able to reach that goal if you keep walking around like that. 

His face is neutral; only Sae himself feels the slight clench of his jaw as his eyes trail across your figure. 

“Do I look bad?” you blurt hesitantly, tugging at the hem of your shirt that landed just above your belly-button. Your fidgeting only serves to draw more attention to the exposed, soft skin on your stomach. 

Sae blinks slowly. “No. Who said that?”

“No one, but you just keep staring at me…” 

“Not because you look bad,” he corrects. “It’s because you look hot.”

“You think?” you ask shyly, peering up at him through your lashes. “My friend and I went on a shopping spree and I wanted to change up my wardrobe. Just sometimes, at least.”

Sae makes a mental note to thank your friend. “Well, if you need more clothes, you can use my card.”

“I’ll make sure to get more of these cropped tops. Since you seem to like it so much,” you tease.

“For whatever reason, only on you.”

ITOSHI RIN

Awestruck doesn’t begin to describe how Rin feels when he sees you in a silk dress that gracefully falls against all your curves. 

Galas are a pain, a stupid event he would skip if not for his PR team’s incessant prodding, but at least he managed to drag you along with him for this one. 

He didn’t, however, actually expect you to dress the part. He would’ve been fine if you had shown up in the oversized shirts and baggy pants you typically wore, but he was completely caught off guard at the sight of you now.

“Can you help me tighten the back?” you ask bashfully, turning around to reveal the almost-backless dress that held itself together by a few measly strings. “I don’t want it to fall off at the gala…”

Rin’s ears heat up and he mentally slaps himself for picturing that. “Yeah. C’mere.”

You aren’t one to wear revealing clothes often, and this is the most skin he’s seen since he ever met you. His fingers ghost the back of your spine as he fastens the strings into a little bow. His fingers jerk as he skims the softness of your skin and he clears his throat to distract himself. 

“Is this good?” he asks hoarsely. 

You tug at the straps to make sure it’s secure and nod brightly. “Yep! Thanks, Rin. Do you need help with anything? I can tie your tie in return!”

Panicked, he shakes his head and quickly fastens his tie himself. It’s the fastest Rin has ever gotten it done. Once finished, he catches you staring at him with a funny look. 

“You’re acting silly,” you say, sticking your tongue out.

“Sorry. I know. I’m just not used to you looking like that.”

Your gaze meets the floor as you shuffle your weight from foot to foot. “Is it weird?”

“It’s unfamiliar. But you look…” he trails off, cheeks a bright pink. “You look really pretty.”

You blink in surprise and an equally embarrassed look graces your features. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he coughs. “Not that you’re not always pretty. Just…it’s different.”

“Yeah,” you repeat, giggling through the shyness. “Well, if you want to see me like this more often, I guess you have to invite me as your plus one to more of these events.”

“Do you want to attend more of these with me?” asks Rin in surprise. 

“Not particularly,” you admit and Rin scoffs. “But maybe it’s worth it to see your cute reactions.”

His face heats up once more. “Shut up.” 

You laugh at him, placing your hand on your hips and only drawing more attention to your curves. Maybe Rin doesn’t hate galas, after all.

[dontpulloutman]

singer!yn x lewis pullman headcanons

an accompaniment to favorite muse !

like two cosmic entities, you two have been circling each other for years before you properly meet.

gaining fame and your celebrity status before the age of 18 doesn’t change the fact that you are a fangirl at heart. suddenly being invited to afterparties and high-profile events, you took the time to socialize, mingle, and meet the people who you only saw on your screen.

in one of those post-award show parties, you meet eden brolin. you’re both talking about music, how you’re at the height of yours, and how she and her band are in hibernation, when she gestures for someone to join you.

sporting a shy smile, lewis makes his way over to you. your eyes are stuck on his smile, ears tingling with his laughter when eden makes a witty remark you didn’t catch. you’re enchanted, captivated.

this is only the beginning.

songwriting has always been your strongest suit. as you always said, without it, you wouldn’t have it all. for almost a year, your relationship with harry has been on a steady decline. songwriting is how you’ve learned to cope with and understand it.

lewis was the one who helped you heal through it.

back and forth from new york to rhode island; los angeles and oddly enough, a home studio at lew’s montana ranch, your album was crafted. in this, you poured out your feelings and thoughts regarding your relationship with harry.

(if, in a few years, fans realize your entire album photoshoot took place in lewis’s montana ranch, what harm would it do? you can’t blame eagle eyed fans from connecting his recent 2024-2025 interview backgrounds to your album photobook)

after such a publicized relationship, you knew you had to take some time for yourself. never mind the fact that the internet always had something new to say about your breakup, how you’ve basically gone non-existent while harry has been spotted walking around with a new girl every other month.

in those months of hiding, you find your friendship with lewis developing into something more.

knowing looks, longing stares, and the feel of a warm hand against the small of your back. everywhere you went; out with friends, intimate gatherings with industry peers - he became your immediate and automatic plus one. it’s understandable; he’s your best friend.

one night, while sequestered in your new york apartment, deep into your second glass of wine, your eyes meet lew’s from across the sofa. there’s soft jazz playing from the record player, and you can’t stop your eyes from tracing the stubble he’s growing. you want to feel it against your fingertips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you have a secret you need to tell.”

you bend down, putting your wineglass on the carpeted floor. slowly, eyes never leaving his, you get on your hands and knees, and crawl across the sofa to where he’s seated. back against the corner of the L-shape couch, his hands immediately move to your hips.

“Do I?” there’s a shit-eating grin on your face

you’re not sure who leaned in first, the world is totally blocked out. nothing to feel, nothing to think, nothing to see, except the press of his lips, earthquakes in your core, and fireworks behind your eyes.

like they say, the rest is history.

your relationship settles like puzzle pieces that have always been meant to be. “It makes total sense,” is the general consensus you hear from friends. even lew’s parents have mentioned how they’ve been expecting it.

2018

lewis joins the ensemble cast for Bad Times at the El Royale; it’s been two years since things ended with harry, and 4 months since this new, beautiful, yet still fragile relationship with lew started. you celebrate his new role by cooking dinner together, and watching your favorite films on the couch.

you also begin to write and produce songs for other artists

2022

top gun: maverick and press play.

at this point, you haven’t released any of your own songs. sure, your fans know that you’re making music, and you’ve joined in on a few collaborations with other artists, but people have been dying to hear from you.

it’s not something you’re worrying over. supporting lewis’s career, simply being there when Big Heart Manners and Crab Park were made and recorded; it’s easy to fall into domestic bliss with the love of your life

2023

and still, he never stops encouraging you to release your own songs again. with festering and long-awaited inspiration, you start to work on muses & anecdotes. a 13-part love letter dedicated to the man you know you couldn’t live without.

2024

after an accidental post on instagram, you both decided it was time to let the world know. releasing muses & anecdotes, and the accompanying “hard launch” posted on instagram, you felt a newfound freedom. almost like the weight of the past few years have been lifted, a declaration of starting anew. the whole world learning of your love with lewis was like a new page being turned.

your story has barely begun.

[vvallent1ne]

how to win over genshin men !

includes: xiao, lyney, albedo, venti, wanderer

xiao

sheesh. good luck with this one…

in all seriousness, he’s a tough one, but it’s still possible to make him crack iykwim

firstly and most importantly, you can’t be clingy. like at all. if he senses you getting too close too fast he’ll run off like a cat

be chill. nonchalant. whatever word you fancy. just don’t be creepy.

in all honesty, you’re going to have to go into meeting him with the goal of friendship in mind, not a relationship.

if he gets even a hint that you wish to pursue him in that aspect too early on into your meetings, he’ll get irritated and, you guessed it, run off like a cat

in short, become VERY VERY VERY good friends before you even think about crossing that line

he’s just scared okay be patient and gentle with him and he’s yours i swear

lyney

our little magician is much harder to win over than you might think!

underneath his cool and charming façade, he’s just a boy who wants the best for his siblings.

that being said, become friends with lynette or freminet before getting close to him!

don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’d be doomed to friendship forever if you met him first, but getting along with his loved ones is a sign that he can trust you.

because he’s apart of the fatui, trust is hard to garner from him, so consider yourself lucky!

once you’re good friends with one or both of his siblings, he’ll probably make the first move

friendship-wise you idiot….

he’ll most likely come up to you one day on the streets of Fontaine with the ploy of demonstrating a new magic trick he plans to use in his next show

but secretly, he just wanted to talk to you

compliment him or act surprised, just don’t be cold or nonchalant !!!! he will get offended and lose all interest immediately!

he’s already insecure enough please don’t bruise his (fake) ego

keep in mind to compliment HIM, not just the trick. keep it playful. not too serious. just bordering on flirtatious and friendly.

he’ll grow flustered, as he’s more used to people admiring his tricks rather than him. he’ll get quiet, so you’ll need to start the next part of the conversation.

talk about what he loves most, his weak points: his siblings!! share the details of your most recent outing with freminet or lynette, and boy will he fall head over heels.

he’ll invite you to a “private magic show” after

it’s not dirty you sewer rats.

it’s most likely a big tea party with his siblings present as well. he’ll just show off card tricks the whole time. lynette will eat some crêpes and fall asleep. freminet will wander off halfway through, claiming he has to repair pers. you’ll be the only one left.

just “ooh” and “aah” until he’s done

albedo

my favorite boy.

albedo’s biggest interest (ahem, turn-on) is curiosity and mystery.

go up to dragonspine one day, seemingly in order to gather some ingredients for a recipe.

we all know what you’re really up to, though

however, as you were walking up the mountain to “accidentally” pass by albedo’s lab, a huge avalanche caused heaps of snow to fall upon you

it’s your lucky day, though, because albedo was strolling by at that very second! how convenient i know right

that also means he saw you get absolutely bodied by snow though so …

anyway, he obviously comes to your rescue, grabbing onto your outstretched hand and yanking you up from the soft snow.

he’ll firstly ask if you’re alright, and then proceed to bombard you with questions about why you were up there in the first place.

okay now here’s the part where you have to lock in

you need to be soooo mysterious. answer with something so blatantly false that even he sees through it. better yet, add hesitation to your replies.

this will interest him, but also make him a little suspicious, so now you have to lay off the mystery.

say you lost your way and mention being cold so that he’ll offer to lead you up to his lab.

once you’re there, it’s your turn to ask questions, be the curious one.

you’re gonna have to glaze alchemy sooo damn hard bro. idk pretend like you’re interested if you’re not.

he tends to grow bored when the conversation isn’t a topic that interests him (canon), so beginning a discussion in a topic he loves is the best way to grow closer to him.

after your most likely lengthy discussion over alchemy, he’ll walk you back down the mountain, pointing out different landmarks for the “next time you’re up here” 😏

so he’s implying that you’ll come back huhhh … ;)))

bro he wants you so bad, trust !!!

venti

bard boy time!

out of all of these character’s, he’s the easiest to win over.

start simple by attending his poetry and prose read-alouds next to the big statue in mondstadt. other people will be there, so you’ll need to make yourself stand out by standing at the front of the crowd, or smiling at him whenever he looks up to gage reactions.

he’s a god, he obviously knows all mondstadt citizens, so when he sees you, someone he doesn’t recognize, his interest is already piqued.

once his session ends, simply clap and smile. stay in your place. once the rest of the crowd wanes off, and it’s just you and him left, you want to be the one to start the conversation. show that you’re not scared to show interest in a poet’s work (even if all you’re truly interested in is the poet themself…)

compliment the poem or inquire about where his inspiration for it derived from. he loves talking about poetry, so he’ll be happy to share.

being forward is where your best chance with him lies. people seem to forget that he’s been voted the best bard in mondstadt for several years now… he’s a popular guy! he has a lot of people swarming him each day, asking for poetry advice, complimenting him, asking for a duet, etc.

so you need to be BOLD. put on them big girl/boy pants and make your interest in HIM as a person clear.

it’s best not to compliment his appearance too much, since, y’know it’s not really his

but don’t focus on poetry too much either.

be flirtatious. once you start talking about poetry, he’ll turn the question back to you. he’ll ask about your knowledge and/or experience with the art.

if you write poetry, good for you, because you’ve got him hooked.

here’s your opening: tell him what topics you like to write poems about (hint: mention the word “love”)

he’ll agree, saying that he writes poems about love as well.

next, you should ask him something along the lines of “does that mean you have a muse?” or some variation. ask him if he has a significant other.

now he’ll realize that your interest in him is different from the rest of mondstadt’s citizens’, and reply that he doesn’t.

if he’s really hooked, he’ll return the question, and once you say no, he’ll invite you to hang out with him more privately another day to discuss poetry.

propose going to angel’s share and you’ll have yourself a husband already

wanderer

this one’s also a tough one.

he’s not quite as standoffish as xiao is, but he’s close to it

he’s kinda just mean …

the only way to impress him is by one-upping him in anything, whether it be in witty comebacks, an assignment in the akedemiya, or in a sparring match.

show him that you’re not a burden, that you can hold your own.

if there’s one thing he hates in a romantic partner, it’s dependency.

i see a lot of people depict wanderer as a sucker for a clingy s/o, but i can’t help but think that he’d absolutely hate that.

he’s been tied down all his life, why would he want the one person who sets his heart free to then tie it down with their mortal limbs? automatic turnoff.

prove to him that you don’t need him, but that he instead needs you.

beat him in a sparring match and he’s drooling istg

you can’t be too avoidant though. he loves the chase, but he won’t chase forever. he values his dignity too much.

it has to be a sort of mutual thing. you chase him for a bit, and he chases you.

“chasing” in this scenario is not what it usually is in others.

with wanderer, chasing is simply finding some excuse to be in your presence.

does that mean he’ll talk to you? absolutely not. in fact, most of your enemies-to-lovers-esque relationship is expressed through actions, not words.

another thing he’s a sucker for: people with a sense of humor.

holy shit. this man never laughs at anything. if you can match his dark sense of humor, he’s whipped.

poor dude hasn’t laughed in forever, tell him a twisted joke or something

[lightsoutmatthews]

please an auston matthews with the “because i know you” prompt!

"Because I know you." - Auston Matthews

summary: a collection of things he does just shows how well Auston knows you.

pairing: Auston Matthews x female!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none, just fluff

authors note:

since the request didn’t specify if you wanted angst or fluff I decided to make it sugary sweet :)

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It started with a cup of coffee being delivered to your office on a random Tuesday afternoon right at the second you were thinking about getting one for yourself from the coffee station down the hall.

You didn’t particularly like the coffee from there, it was cheap and the machine somehow managed to make it worse by brewing it, but it would have held you over for the rest of the day while you continued to read through emails and write responses like your life depended on it.

The cup from your favorite café in downtown Toronto was handed to you by one of your co-workers who raised her eyebrows at you. “I didn’t order that,” you told her outright, but she handed you the cup regardless. “The delivery guy said it´s for you,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

There was no message on the cup, but you could guess from who it was. There was only one person who could know exactly when you could use a little pick me up at work.

He was smart by not putting a message on it. Your relationship not something really known to the public even though you had been together for over a year at this point.

You weren’t making a big deal about dating one of Torontos biggest athletes, especially around the office where his team was a topic of conversation on the daily. Not even your closest work friends knew who exactly you were dating. And it was good that way.

I Thanks for the coffee, exactly what I needed x

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The week after that lunch from your favorite restaurant was delivered in the same manner as the coffee was. No name on the order but yours, making your co-workers once again wonder if you were lying to them about not ordering it for yourself or if you actually didn’t.

You were knee deep into the finishing touches for one of the biggest projects of the quarter and barely had time to go and grab lunch from the cafeteria, much less to make the trip to any restaurant more than five minutes away from the building.

The delivery was godsend and like he knew, he sent enough so you had something to keep for the evening, since it was almost sure that you had to stay longer than usual and would only arrive home late, way after dinner time.

You hummed contently when you took the first bite, almost letting out a moan at how good the food felt after hours of working without taking a break.

He once again knew exactly what you needed at the right time, like he was a psychic that could read your mind all the way from his road trip across the country.

I thanks for lunch and dinner, exactly what I needed. Can´t wait to see you tomorrow. x

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The third time it happened was a week later when you finished the big presentation, and everyone gathered for a small party to celebrate the success, and that the client was happy with everything you had come up with in the weeks of hard work.

You were a little bummed because most people invited their significant others to the bar you were gathered at, unfortunately you couldn’t. Firstly, because your boyfriend wasn’t even in the country and secondly because still, no one knew who he even was.

A few of your co-workers asked about him but you kept telling them that he was away for work. Sometimes you wondered if they even believed you that he existed because you never mentioned him by name or brought him to any work functions that warranted bringing a plus one.

When a delivery person entered the bar, shouting your name for everyone to hear, you froze. “Sign here,” the guy rushed out, putting the tablet in front of your face quicker than you could react to anything.

You scribbled your signature before he handed you a box, a beautiful bouquet of flowers peeking through a hole at the top.

When you opened it, a bouquet waited for you, alongside a card.

One of your co-workers snatched it directly from the box before you could react. “Hey,” you laughed. “Congratulations on finishing your big project, sorry I can´t be there to celebrate. A.” she read.

You blushed at the message, he once again knew exactly what you needed from him in order to feel better about him not being there with you.

“Woah, we know mystery man is in fact real, and his first name starts with an A? We´ve been waiting for this confirmation for months!” you shook your head laughing. “That´s some expensive flowers, he´s got money.” Someone else chimed in.

“Give me that,” you laughed, snatching the card back before they could ask about it even more.

“One day you will introduce us to him,” someone chuckled. “Who knows, maybe you already know him,” you teased which only raised more eyebrows.

I The flowers are beautiful, thank you so much. x

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When you arrived at Auston´s place that night you were exhausted. The months leading up to this day catching up with you, swallowing all the energy you had left in your body, almost making you too tired to get out of the car and walk up to his door.

When you finally mustered up enough strength to make your way, he was already waiting in the frame. An easy smile on his lips, Felix next to him, excitedly wiggling his tail at your arrival.

“Hey snuff,” you greeted the dog, quickly patting his head before standing up straight again to greet your boyfriend, the flowers firm in one hand.

“Hey,” you greeted the tall man, a shy smile on your lips. “Hey,” he chuckled, opening his arms so you could slip right into his comfortable embrace.

Tension left your body as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiarity of his arms taking every ounce of stress away for the moment.

“Long day?” Auston whispered in your hair. “Long month,” you replied chuckling. “Come on, I ordered some food and when were done I can set you up a bath before we go to bed.” You let out a loud sigh. Exactly what you needed.

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After eating on the couch, chatting about your days in hushed voices between laughter and shared bites, he made his way to the upstairs bathroom to set up a bath while you cleaned up the plates and made sure Felix got another snack before heading upstairs to join him.

The bathroom was lit up with a few candles he pulled from God knows where and it was smelling like your favorite bath salt. The one that you usually kept for special occasions because it was expensive.

“Since when do you have my favorite bathing salt in your bathroom?” He just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Raising you eyebrows at him you decided to let it go without questioning it any further and to just enjoy that he was paying enough attention to actually know what to buy.

While you were enjoying the warmth of the water relaxing your muscles and taking your mind off things Auston rumbled around downstairs doing something you didn’t care enough about to question. Every now and then you heard clinking, but it wasn’t worrying enough to go and check out.

A few minutes later he came back and handed you a glass of wine. “How did you know?” you questioned with another raised eyebrow, but he once again just shrugged and smiled before leaving you alone to soak and relax for as long as you wanted.

When the water started to get cold you got out. On the toilet laid a navy-colored hoodie. The exact one he was wearing earlier when you were sitting on the couch.

He knew one of you favorite things to do after a long day was to wear his hoodies, especially when there were worn and smelled like him.

You slipped the soft fabric over your head and inhaled deeply before putting your stuff away and making your way back to the living room after a quick detour to the bedroom to grab your phone and drop off your bag that you discharged in the hallway on your way.

Auston was snuggled up with Felix on the couch, your favorite movie already cued up, a warm blanket draped over him, the other half waiting for you to cuddle under and relax for the rest of the evening.

“You´re spoiling me today,” you mumbled after cozying up under the blanket, one arm placed on his chest, while your head rested on his shoulder.

“You deserve some relaxation after the month you had. I know how hard you worked.” A soft kiss to the crown of your head followed before the room was filled by only the sound of the movie and your soft breathing.

When you opened your eyes the next time the credits were rolling and Auston was playing on his phone. “Good morning,” he chuckled lightly before putting the device away.

“Hey,” you mumbled quietly. “Slept well?” he asked, an amused smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, but I need to go to bed, otherwise I won´t make it up,”

A soft laugh left his mouth. “Come on,” he said, getting up and holding out a hand for you to grab. When you stood at your full height he bent down and swept you off your feed, carrying your bridal style up the stairs.

“I can walk on my own, you know?”

Careful to not drop you he laughed. “I know, but sometimes you deserve to be carried.”

You shook your head but laughed at his remark.

When you were nestled in bed together, his arm lazily slung around your waist, your hand softly drawing the patterns of his tattooed arm you sighed. “What´s up?” he whispered.

“This evening was all I needed, from getting the flowers all the way to now,” you sensed that he felt a but coming. “no but, I promise, just a question,”

He nodded his head in a motion for you to go on. “How do you always know exactly what I need? Not that I´m complaining but it is a little scary that you sent me coffee the exact moment I was craving some, or sent me lunch on a day where I did not have time to get some myself?”

A quiet laugh left his mouth. “Easy question. It’s because I know you.”

“Thank you, for knowing me and for taking care of me.” You mumbled, already half asleep again. “That´s what I´m here for,” he laughed, which was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into sleep again.

[peonpeonpeonpeonpeon]

A Misunderstanding

ׂ╰┈➤ summary: whereas you find malleus outside ramshackle after his overblot

★彡（＾ν＾）

── .✦ A/N: malleus x yuu, reader is yuu, this takes place a month after malleus threw a party (BOOK 7 SPOILERS)

word count: 1.1k

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You have never been this concerned yet happy before. Usually, when a person finally can go home to their own world, it would mean everything right? Well, for you, it is, but with additional feelings, you seem to can't get it off your chest. It has been a month since Malleus' grand party, his overblot, and after finally finding a way getting back to your world. It is tiring sure but you knew that every little effort you and your team made across those unrealistic dreams, it helped Malleus in every single way.

You toss and turn on the blank sheet. Grim has dozed off and you're sure you're the only one awake here in Ramshackle. The clock beside your head was ticking its time off, you peek at the time—2AM—You sigh, the feeling still not unraveling in your heart. You've known them—your Night Raven friends—for a while, sure, some of the Night Raven students doesn't like you but finally finding a way to go back to your world and having the chance to never meet with your precious friends again, it truly is a devastating moment, especially with your horned friend, your one of a kind friend, or you can say your late night rendezvous friend.

Seeing his face brings back memories. When you first met him outside of Ramshackle, your hair messy and one brow raised, he refrains from telling you his name in fear that you might start avoiding him like all others. To how your latest meeting was about his childhood and the fact that you informed him about finally finding a way to get back home. His eyes widened and brows raised, he understood and sulked away.

Looking through the window, you see hints of green fireflies outside Ramshackle. Your heart ached, wanting to talk to him yet resisting in hopes to make him feel better all alone without you, yet you slipped your feet into your slippers to talk to him before it's too late, before you finally can travel the world again to meet your family and friends. The sound of floorboards creaking until you opened the front entrance to reveal Malleus, standing and sulking. As you walk up to him slowly, he turns his head around as his face slightly softens.

"Child of man."

"Hornton."

Silence once again engulfed the scene. With only your pajamas and slippers, Malleus held out his hand in an invitation; a stroll. "What's this, Hornton?"

"Why isn't it clear? Let us take a stroll around here, Child of Man." You shivered, you can accept him, but the temperature right now must've dropped. Trembled, you take his hand softly and let him lead. His hand colder than the air yet warm enough to melt your heart. His broken horn shining slightly against the moonlight. 'It looks rock crystal, rich in deep emerald.' You murmured.

"Are you staring, Child of Man?" He turns his head to you, each step on the rocky steps running through your ears. Right, superhearing is an ordinary feature of fae. You shake your head, not wanting to talk yet with your nocturnal friend. His eyes widens, you’re not sure what that means yet you only shrug it off.

“Child of Man—it seems that you are distress of something.” Malleus slowed his walk, as you do so too, you answer. “Well it seems like I’ve been caught..”

“Tell me, what has been bothering your mind?”You close your eyes. This, this topic has always made you uneasy, yes, you might aswell be different from how you used to be excited to finally be home again, but overtime, thinking over this just saddens you because of how much time you took socializing, making friends and overall having friends by your side for a long time.

“I already told you, haven’t I? I found a way to go home—“ His gaze took off from your face to the ground, he clenches his fist that also holds your hand. You felt it, the overwhelming feeling of the dragon fae. You were grateful, ever since his horn broke off, he can finally start controlling his emotions in deeper ways, not to just be upset and be a disaster of the century.

“Sorry, that was a little harsh, wasn’t it? I apologize, Malleus, I never wanted to come off that way.” Malleus? You are using his name, instead of the usual, friendly nickname? He unclenches his hand, not wanting to cause a hustle yet still wanting his emotions be clear. It looks like he has left away some feelings into his jar of kept feelings, that was probably already leaking from how full it is.

“Have I become a lesser friend to you, Child of Man?” He stops walking, the hand that was holding yours left to be tucked in his arms. “What? No, no you have not. What makes you think of that?”

“I do not believe calling me besides your usual nickname is alright.”

“Have you become fearing me, Child of Man?” He still calls you that, though. You think he would return the favor and call you by your name, yet he remains in his own self and keeps calling you that. “Has my hustle from last month’s disastrous situation feared you, and made you think I am a lesser person than I already am?” His statement calm, or atleast he tries to be.

“Negative, Malleus—I do not think I deserve to call you that if I will never meet you again.” That striked him. He closes his eyes in defeat. “I apologize for being rude, Hornton. I do not think much before speaking.”

“You have been forgiven, Child of Man. I do not think it’s much of a problem. But I do apologize in behalf of my attitude, that was something not a prince would say.” You smiled, linking arms with him. “How long would it be for you to not see yourself not only as a prince, but as someone?”

“It will take hundreds of years, I am sure.” He laughed, starting to lead the stroll again after that tiny misunderstanding. “Do you think my family and friends will be alright over there, in my hometown?”

“Im sure they would be ecstatic, Child of Man. You’ve been nothing but fearless towards me.”

“Really? I think so too, after all..”

As you two continue to stroll down near Ramshackle and in school campus, the moon kissed its time of the night goodbye as you return to the Ramshackle dorm after you recieved a kiss on the forehead from your one and only, unique friend.

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A/N: i dont think yuu should be calling malleus that after getting a kiss on the forehead

part 2???

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

holy water, m | myg

you could watch me pull up on your body like it's summer, take my clothes off in the water splash around and get you blessed like holy water i don't know what you were waiting for you know that I've been waiting for you – party 4 u by charli xcx

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for sexual tension in a hotel shower and a huge waste of water; shower smut (fem reader, mild use of a belt around neck, fingering, nipple play); implied previous relationship

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“What now?”

The water fell down, down. Soaking through hair. Drenching clothes. Seeping into every crevice, saturating the air with steam, drumming onto slate grey hotel tiles that boasted false elegance. Those tiles had seen a variety of grime in their short lifetime. And they would only see more.

“I think you take off your clothes,” you murmured, your hair plastered to your face.

“I don’t think so,” Min Yoongi said slowly, watching you through the droplets with half-lidded eyes.

His normally straight black hair was molded to his cheeks in clumpy waves. The white dress shirt was being pelted by the showerhead above. You watched as the water turned the crisp fabric translucent, not that it mattered with how pale he was under the harsh white bathroom light through fogging glass walls. His designer tie was gone. You had no idea where he lost it. He probably didn’t care that he lost it.

Close up, he was more attractive.

You stared at him, your silk dress sticking to your skin.

His leather shoes were by the front door of the hotel room. His hotel room. He must have taken them off habitually. Your high heels had been kicked off by the sink. Patent black. Highly uncomfortable. Already scuffed. You honestly couldn’t wait to toss them in the trash.

You lacked decorum as the guest, apparently.

“Do you still feel drunk?” you asked.

His head tilted. Considering. “Maybe less.” His dark eyes slid back towards you. “Aren’t you cold?”

You admired the way the rivets of water framed his sharp features in a chaotic lattice. “You could turn the temperature up a bit.”

He reached back and ticked the metal dial a smidge. You stayed on your knees, hands in your lap, exhaling as the steam began to linger and warm your back. He seemed satisfied with your reaction and twisted back to face you. Close but not touching. His shirt stuck to him in ripples yet it was impossible to look away from his face. You memorized every line. The shape of his eyes. The way his lips formed your name.

“You don’t have to be here.”

Your gaze went back lashes laden. The cascading water was making your own eyelids heavy with droplets too. “Neither do you.”

His eyebrow raised. “This is my hotel room.”

“And you brought me here,” you reminded him. A second extended to a minute. You closed your eyes and lifted your face, drowning as you added, “To freshen up.”

His deep voice was calm. “You invited yourself.”

You corrected him. “You don’t want to be alone right now.”

You lowered your head, but kept your eyes closed. Breathed. Relaxed, because now you finally could. As fun as all that sound and bodies were, at some point you were ready for it to all die out. Impatient, even. Ready for everyone to leave you alone in the darkness with sparkling confetti that you could no longer see with the screams in your head eating through the ensuing silence. But that wasn’t what happened. Instead, now the sound was that of rain. Artificial rain from a hotel showerhead. Close enough.

You opened your eyes.

Yoongi had one elbow on his knee. His black slacks were turning glossy. He sat back up, noticing you noticing him. It seemed like he had lost weight recently. Troublesome. He was an adult now and still forgot to eat his meals. You knew it wasn’t because he was busy having fun.

“You wanna see the parts of me that are fake?”

He didn’t react.

Kept staring at you with vague interest.

You shrugged and unpeeled your silk dress from your body. Even though the fabric was black, it was thin. The water must have already revealed everything. You had to pry the sticky cups off your breasts. One by one. Tossed them aside, letting them roll to the corner and flop wetly like sad little chicken cutlets just separated from cellophane. You raised your head to watch his eye line follow the splashes.

“Sorry they’re not as big as you thought.”

He snorted. “I don’t have the brain capacity to notice the difference.”

“Well, you’re not looking at the after.”

His demeanor shifted. Viewing you from his periphery. You watched every detail of his facial features. They didn’t change. But he was looking. Dark orbs cast down and then back up, the eclipse dawning, and you didn’t shy away from the eye contact. His legs were open. Neither of you hiding. You chose to stare into his eyes since they always told the whole truth. Water collected on the edges of his closed lips.

“I’m wearing makeup too,” you admitted. “It’s probably running off ugly now.”

He didn’t hurry to answer you. “It’s not. You don’t know how to look ugly.” He said it as a fact rather than reassurance. His calm voice was a little rough, smoothed over by the sound of falling water.

The silence suspended.

“You are always beautiful.”

Yon wondered if he said it because he knew you wanted to hear it. But as you gazed into the abyss of his black-brown eyes, you remembered he only recalled how to sugarcoat when he disliked someone.

The side of his hand touched your collarbone.

You realized then that the distance between you and him had been decreasing. You retreated, leaning back to your original sitting position. Accepting the rejection. Yoongi lifted his hand away. He observed your reaction. There wasn’t much of one, considering you expected it.

“I decided to remove some of my clothes after all,” he said.

You shrugged again. “Go ahead.” You didn’t hold your breath.

It was impossible, but it was as if the water suspended in the air, slowing, revealing every glisten of light off his skin as Yoongi reached down. Hooked a finger under his belt. Undid the buckle. He pulled the end of the black leather from the silver. He gripped the buckle and tugged, his body following the fluid movement. It unraveled like a coiled snake, pulled from the loops of his slacks. He folded it on his hand as he eased it out. Caught the end with his other hand.

You waited.

His belt stayed in his hands.

You looked up at Yoongi’s face.

There were no shadows in these glass walls covered in condensation. Nothing hidden even though no one spoke. The roar of the thundering water from up above came back, but you were fixated on what was right in front of you. Him. It was just like that moment hours earlier at the party. The same scene but under flashing lights and cheering bodies, with you facing him and him facing you, not touching except for the eye contact, and in the silence Yoongi told you everything without a word.

He lifted his belt.

You didn’t flinch and didn’t look away.

He moved forward. The wide loop descended around your head like a falling dark halo. The weight touched your shoulders. He tucked the end into the buckle. Plenty of space. He held it like that, staying eye level. Not above nor below. Not bringing his face any closer. Fair skin except for his flushed lips and pink knuckles. He held the silver buckle and pulled on the end of the leather belt.

Your hand raised, sliding between the belt and your throat as he closed in.

He paused.

Hands unmoving.

You wanted to tell him it was you. You wanted him to know It was you who suggested the party. You who made the group chat. You who selected the venue. You knew his friends would take over and morph it into an overstimulating animal of a club night that Yoongi would want to escape sooner rather than later. You wanted him to know.

But you didn’t say anything.

He tilted his head at you, cat-like.

You tipped your chin down. Danced your manicure over your lips. You could only imagine what your face looked like. Either the makeup was working its magic or Yoongi didn’t care. His eyes tracked your movement with mute fascination. You slid two fingers in your mouth. Felt the warmth of your tongue. Moved them in and out.

Parted your lips to let him watch.

You waited. Wondered if he would look away, treating you like someone he never loved. And maybe that was the case. Maybe it was what it was. Maybe it was better to leave well enough alone. But you still made the choice to bruise your knees in Min Yoongi’s hotel shower. And he made that decision too, just like you.

He tightened the belt.

Brought his face closer.

You pulled your hand down. Too uncomfortable with the constricted space. He let go. The strip of leather smacked against your torso. You didn’t feel it at all because his wrist turned and he cupped your chin, pulling you into his kiss.

You kissed him for a long time.

Knees sore, but every breath shared between you and him was life. Tasting alcohol. Saliva mixing his water. Lips to lips. Kisses chained together just as they should be. You shifted your head the other way and he mirrored naturally. His fingernails against your skin, pushing hair away from your eyes. Your fingernails digging into his soaked pants, feeling his thigh flex underneath, falling into him, wet clothes and all. Tasting every memory and all the memories to come.

Yoongi pulled away, trailing his fingers down your collarbone.

The water made it impossible to open your eyes without stinging. So, you didn’t. There was no safer place to be, anyway. You turned your head. Your breath against the pulse of his neck. Caressed his thigh, tracing the wet wrinkles underneath. His fingertip brushed against your nipple through your dress. He listened to your breath catch. Rubbed slowly, agonizingly. Your lips found the side of his neck, parting, sliding your tongue out to trace the same languid circles right under his ear. You heard him shudder.

“Did you hate it?” you whispered, leaning against him.

“Hate what?” His voice remained calm even as his whole body trembled with pleasure.

“The party,” you chuckled. “You hate parties.”

“I don’t hate parties,” he corrected you, his other hand resting on the side of your thigh. “I recognize they’re necessary sometimes.”

He was lying. Especially about this party. This party was so damn unnecessary. It just gave validity for you and him to be in the same vicinity. It was doctored, structured, hinged on a hope that you didn’t really believe in. There had been some mild unrelated drama, even. A fight involved. You still didn’t know the cause of whatever that was but what you did know is that now you could reach up to pull Yoongi’s face back to yours, kissing him again. And again. He pulled you to him, separating his knees to give you space between them. One hand on your breasts and the other at your thigh, lightly tugging outwards.

You shuddered.

His fingers curled inward, snaking under the short hem of your dress. He deepened the kiss, tangling you with his tongue. Flicked your stiff nipples. Pinching. Rubbing. He locked one of his knuckles, skimming it over your heat. You rocked your hips accordingly, grinding your swelling clit into his hand. Moaning into his mouth just the way he liked it. Yoongi smiled against your lips. You smiled back, amused by his confidence, and slowly fucked his lips with your tongue as he shifted his fingers, unsticking your panties from your slick pussy, sighing into your mouth while pushing a finger upwards.

“Hm.” He freed himself simply to murmur. “Tighter than I remember.”

You opened your eyes halfway.

He felt you look at him and his gaze shifted to yours.

“Then fuck me loose,” you whispered.

The side of his lips curved upward. “I know better than to fight against the impossible.”

He slowly pulled his finger in and out. A familiar pace. You closed the distance again. He parted his lips in response. Your tongue slid in, in and out, beginning to kiss him again, closing your eyes and feeling the droplets skate down your cheeks. Pleasure pierced through your nerves from below to all your extremities. He slid another finger inside you. Your walls tightened around him, squeezing as he pushed in and out, at first matching your pace but then devolving into madness with every breath. The tongue-fucking turned into lasting kisses and then wispy gasps. He squeezed one of your breasts and rubbed his palm against your hard nipple. Your hips rolled into his hand below, following shared rhythm, hard and deep and wet. Your arms around his solid shoulders. Your hands in his wet hair. He let you do whatever you want. Your tongue pressed against his cheek. Dripping saliva mixing with raining water. He let you do it. He pinched your nipple and you exhaled by his ear, riding his hand with his belt still loosely around your neck.

You arched your back, breaking out of the circle of water.

Your hips locked and the rush flooded through you.

The orgasm made your body shiver and your nerves sing. Your fingernails curved inward. No words, inhale caught in your throat from the unmatched high. Every throb felt electric, reckless force slicing through you, and you welcomed it, basking in it, collapsing. Yoongi caught you, gracefully cushioning your descent. He raised a hand to shield over your eyes as you leaned back forward. Placed a fingertip on your forehead to guide you to his.

You leaned against him.

“I have to take this dress off,” you breathed, feeling your chest rise and fall with every thunderous heartbeat. “Hang it to dry or something.”

Yoongi let out a chuckle and tilted his face to yours, kissing you again while he plucked the thin straps from your shoulders, beginning to pull them away from your body. The water rained down, down, because somehow he had come through. For you.

“I love you,” he breathed into your lips.

Yes, for you.

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drabbles masterpost | masterpost

[kokii-omii]

Kind of a dumb question but how would your ocs interact with Yuu? Do they find them weird or just dont know about them/Ignore them?

like game yuu? cuz id have two ways for both pre book and post book interactions

(this might be a lot so I'm cropping)

Maddie would not gaf about Yuu til Riddle Ob's

he would watch Yuu and what their plan was to take down riddle's tyranny but wouldn't do anything to help, but overall he wouldn't think much of Yuu

After Book 1 however, Maddie would probably put in more effort to actually assist Yuu and Grim if he could, and even invites them to his personal tea parties and make conversation with them, he would be that friend you call for help with no questions asked, need to hide a body? call Maddex

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Krohn would be friendly to Yuu and i dont think much would change post book 2 cuz he'd still act the same, he would visit ramshackle often if Yuu ever needs help with the heavy lifting

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The Octa Quartet would try to offer their "assistance" to Yuu in order to get on their good side, but like every offer from octavinelle, everything comes with a price

and they make Yuu get their hands dirty in return, in book 3 where ramshackle gets taken, Leo and the Manta twins come in and give Yuu an offer from Viri, and when they go to Viri's art studio, He tells them that he will assist them in taking the picture from the museum, and free them from azul's contracts

but in return Yuu has to give the picture to Viridis instead of Azul

its mostly transactional pre and also during book 3

but post book 3 Viri is more reliable and lets Yuu in his art studio anytime, Leo tolerates the prefect and talks to them if they ever see each other, The twins are less threatening to Yuu since they wont have a reason to do so anymore

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Ezmond is literally Vil jr, would constantly berate and insult the prefect and ramshackle for being so raggedy and run down, think Regina George and how she acts towards people, thats how Ezmond interacts with the prefect, especially because they dont have any magic

Ezmond's overblot is pre book 5 post book 4,

but he actually starts being kinder to the prefect and starts gifting them stuff like skincare products, and some outfits he thinks they would like, and would even help clean up ramshackle because he thinks its still raggedy and that the prefect doesn't deserve to be living in such conditions

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since Pan has a reputation of being "reliable and trustworthy" he would probably be one of the first people from ignihyde to ever interact with the prefect, it could low key come off as condescending but he helps the prefect because he thinks they're a sad wet cat for having no magic

Peyn would not care for Yuu at first, cuz honestly thats none of his business, would be a bit mean to yuu but over all he doesn't care

During book 6 Peyn and Pan are found in one of the boxes in Tartarus and accompany Yuu and the pomefam down to where idia is, they make sure The prefect doesn't get hurt by the phantoms

they only split up in order to be the ones to drive the chariots for the others

Post book 6 the two of them hang out with the prefect in idia's absence, and give them more games and manga and such as an apology despite not even being fully associated with STYX

Peyn joins the first year friend group and starts hanging out with the rest of the group more often

Pan invites Yuu to game night at the ignihyde dorm

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Lucien would not pay attention to Yuu at all, but if they even did interact they would reprimand yuu and grim (mostly grim) for their attitudes, and even perhaps tell yuu off from malleus, because a magicless human shouldn't be around his liege, let alone calling him something so informal like Tsunotaro

his overblot is somewhere in the months between the end of book 6 where ramshackle is getting fixed

he learns to let loose and to stop being so formal, and ends up inviting the prefect for tea often to talk about ramshackle's decor and history

[finelinevogue]

i’m happy

summary - the thought of bucky having a relationship with someone that’s not you is… horrible

pairing - bucky barnes x bff!reader

word count - ~1k

You slipped the straps of the red, satin, dress onto your shoulders, taking a breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Your hands ran over the front of your dress to check for any creases.

You wanted to look perfect tonight.

Tonight, Bucky was hosting a fancy party to celebrate retiring as a congressman. He enjoyed it - kind of - whilst he had it but now he’s back to being an Avenger he hasn’t got the tome.

You, being Bucky’s best friend, obviously had an invite and you wanted to look fabulous for him. If not to show his colleagues that you’re worth something, then to attempt to tease Bucky into wanting something more than friendship with you.

Bucky cleared his throat behind you.

You didn’t have to turn around to know that it had been him, but you were still taken away by his beauty when you did.

He was wearing a two-piece suit with a bow tie. He looked clean and so smart. His hair, although he’d clearly styles it, was starting to gain little curls throughout from the heat of summer.

His smile though.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey.”

“How do I look?” You looked down at your dress sheepishly.

“Like you’d rather be in your pyjamas watching a movie.” He chuckled, letting show those dimples you adore. Your heart stopped beating for a moment at the sight of him.

You chuckled back, “Well…” You weren’t quite sure what to say, so you wandered over to your bed to collect your purse instead. “Let’s get going shall we?”

You flicked off the bathroom light and turned on your bedside lamp for later. Your heels clicked on the floor as you walked over to where Bucky was standing in the doorway.

“Hey.” Bucky said softly, making you stop in your tracks just before him, “You look…” He smiled with those soft eyes, “You look beautiful.”

You blushed and bowed your head to regroup yourself, before looking at him again, “Thank you, Buck.” You leant up to kiss his cheek, “So do you.”

🎇

You were standing to the side as you watched Bucky walk down the red carpet and have his photo taken.

He looked a little uncomfortable with all the attention and flashing lights. More than once he had looked back to find you, only for you to give him a little smile of encouragement for him to keep going. He would always smile back and look ready to return to the craze after seeing you.

Unfortunately you weren’t having the greatest time as you were left with Bucky’s new boss, Valentina, and her assistant, Mel.

Valentina nudged you to get your attention.

“Sorry?” You missed what she had said.

“It’s interesting the way you look at him.”

“It is?” You swallowed your nerves.

You thought you were subtle about the way you looked at him with adoration, but maybe you weren’t as careful as you thought.

“It’s even more interesting that I didn’t need to tell you who I was talking about.” She gave you a tight lipped smile.

Fuck.

You smiled to play it off, before returning your gaze to the carpet.

“Mel.” Valentina called. You watched Mel hand Valentina an iPad with a page open on something. “You are Bucky’s “best friend” are you not?”

You looked at Valentina to see she was speaking to you.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Good. Then you can help me decide who to have Bucky date next.” She smiled an evil smile, leaving you no time to decompress the information.

“I’m… s-sorry what?”

What?

Bucky… dating… Hm?

“Yeah. Bucky needs some arm candy now that he’s in the public eye. What do you think?”

Valentina showed you the iPad and the girl on the screen looked the opposite of you and she looked so beautiful. In fact she could be a goddess for all you know.

The thought of Bucky with some… goddess, though. You couldn’t fake a smile over that thought.

Bucky was your best friend but you wished he could be so much more than that. You craved something more with him. You craved him in a way you hadn’t yet known him. You wanted him in a way that meant he couldn’t be with anyone in the same way.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Would she be a good fit?”

“I.. I don’t know.”

“Oh. I thought you were supposed to be his beat friend?” Valentina taunted you.

You knew what game she was playing, because she must have seen the way you were looking at Bucky.

You gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded a goodbye.

Trying not to be upset about the thought of Bucky with another woman was the nail in the coffin to you accepting that you like like him.

As you walked away from the red carpet, Valentina and even Bucky you couldn’t help but feel very small in one of the largest cities.

🎇

“Hey, I didn’t see you at the end of the red carpet.” Bucky weaved his hand around your arm.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, honey.” He furrowed his eyebrows like you’d just said the silliest thing ever.

“Okay.” You gave him a pretend smile.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“I’m okay.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You looked down at your feet, which were only a few centimetres apart from each other.

You felt Bucky’s hand slightly tighten in order to pull you into a small alcove that was out of sight from the rest of the room.

“Wha—.”

“Tell me what’s wrong, please.” He dipped his head to try and catch your eyes, because he knew that when he catches them he’ll have you hook, line and sinker.

You bravely looked up into his bluey eyes.

You bit your lip to keep you from spilling everything your heart wanted you to. Bucky’s eyes saddened at the sight of you struggling to talk to him.

“You can tell me anything.” He said quietly.

You nodded, not looking away from him.

“I’ll be worrying about you all night if you don’t tell me darling.” Bucky’s hand trails down your arm to your hand, never leaving your skin untouched. His hand clasped to yours and gave it a tight squeeze to silently let you know that he was right here.

“I… It’s…”

You groaned to yourself, turning away from his gaze only to feel the cool metal of Bucky’s fingers on your cheek pulling you back.

Ring.

Bucky’s phone decided to ring at that moment, but he didn’t pay it any attention. His whole gaze was on you and it wasn’t leaving until you told him you were okay or what was bothering you.

“C’mon honey.”

“It’s Valentina.” You sighed.

Bucky’s hand let go of your face but not your hand.

“Okay?”

“She is setting you up with a fake pr relationship going forward.”

“A fake… What?” Bucky let go of your hand to throw his arms in the air in protest. “Bullshit.”

“Bucky…” You sighed.

“No. This is… I mean… Relationship?” Bucky scoffed.

“You don’t even know who it might be yet. All you can do is give it a try.”

“I don’t want to try.”

“You don’t want to try and be in a relationship?” You tried to understand what he was saying.

“No! I don’t want to be in a relationship if it’s not with you!”

You gasped.

What?

Is your best friend saying what you think he’s saying?

“Buck…”

“Fuck… I didn’t mean to tell you like that..” He ran a stressed hand through his hair, looking less angry than he did moments before. “Y/N I…”

You crossed the distance between him and you within a second, cupping both of his cheeks with your hands and pulling him down until his lips met yours.

His lips were soft against yours but it was clear that he wasn’t at all prepared for you to pull that move.

Your lips left his after a couple seconds.

Fuck.

Did he not mean it?

You opened your lips to apologise profusely, but before you could speak Bucky’s lips were on yours. This time the kiss was much more. There was much more passion and lust pushed into every bit of it.

Bucky gripped your jaw on either side as if you might try and escape. He held you so close as he kissed you as if you were a mission he was dead set on completing.

He smelt intoxicating. He was wearing the perfume you’d bought him a few years ago and ever since then he’d restocked for himself.

His lips though…

The kiss was bruising and all-consuming. You couldn’t breathe but you didn’t care, especially when Bucky tilted your head to the side slightly to deepen his angle of the kiss.

You tried to pull back to gain a breath but Bucky whined and only pulled you closer. He breathed you in as his mouth encased yours once more, pressing his nose against yours and giving you everything he had.

Only then did he let you back an inch.

You breathed out a hearty laugh, making him laugh too and go back for another long kiss. Your lips smacked as they untouched.

You brought up a hand to touch his against your jaw, rubbing your thumbs carefully over his skin and metal. He moved to tilt his forehead against yours carefully.

“Tell Valentina to fuck herself, because I’m happy with my girl in front of me.” Bucky laughed.

“Okay.” You nodded acceptingly.

Bucky kissed you again just because he could.

“And for the record, I’m happy too.”

[concretejunglefm]

“I’ve got a party tonight. I want you to be the ‘special entertainment’, if you get my drift.” w sub Noah

you know what I’m thinking? 🫣

- @somebodyels3

BB!! sub!noah being shown off? yes please <3

CW: includes mentions of sub/dom dynamics, use of toys (m receiver), noah's oral fixation, implied future sharing and voyeurism/exhibitionism, cfnm, noah referred to as pup/puppy.

NSFW'ish under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“I’ve got a party tonight. I want you to be the ‘special entertainment,’ if you get my drift,” you say, and Noah’s eyes flicker to yours, heat blooming across his cheeks and reaching the tips of his ears.

“You want me…” he swallows, as though trying to hold back his apparent excitement.

You’ve spoken about it before. How far he’s come from being uncomfortable with the idea of sharing you—or being shared in any way—to now enjoying the thought of being at the center of everyone’s attention, all while his focus remains solely on you.

“Only if you want to,” you assure him, your fingers brushing through his hair, then trail gently down his cheek.

His instinct is immediate. He leans into your touch, seeking the warmth of your palm like a kitten desperate for affection. The sight makes something bloom low in your belly, a feeling that draws a smile to your lips. He’s your sweet boy for a reason, and his receptiveness to even the simplest affection is precisely why.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispers, his voice soft and vulnerable, like he’s confessing a secret desire. His pupils are blown, arousal already coursing through him at the mere suggestion. “I just want to be a good boy for you and show everyone else that I can be. Show them that I’m yours.”

That makes your breath catch. Show them that I’m yours.

Because he is, and part of the reason you’re doing this is exactly that—you want your friends to witness what an obedient sub you have. How devoted he is to you—to your pleasure. Even when it means putting himself on display.

Preparing him for tonight has been an all-day affair; from getting him dressed—or undressed, rather, to fitting him with a soft pink collar and leash, to slipping in the new vibrating tail plug you bought especially for this occasion. You’ve made sure he’ll be on his best behavior—though you’ve never once doubted that he would be.

He’s your prize, your newly trained pup, and tonight, he’s ready to be shown off.

“Do you promise to behave for me, puppy?” you murmur, your breath a warm whisper against the shell of his ear, fingers stroking through his hair with slow, soothing passes.

Anticipation ripples through you. You know he’s both nervous and excited—just as much as you are. You’ve walked him through everything that’s going to happen tonight: your guests, handpicked and invited solely to see him. To marvel over your toy. To witness how obedient he can truly be.

You’ve done nothing but praise him leading up to this moment—the way anyone would with a new pet, and tonight is his moment to shine. A chance for you both to revel in what he’s become.

As the stream of guests begins to file in, your fingers tighten around his leash, keeping him close. He kneels at your feet, right where he belongs.

Each guest is as overdressed as you are—while your sub, Noah, is left wearing nothing but his tail plug and the soft pink collar-and-leash set.

With every greeting, he receives a compliment. Then comes their turn: fingers extended toward him, slipping past his parted lips into his obedient, waiting mouth—the first hole offered to them. Something to soothe the ever-present oral fixation stirring inside him. His eyes glaze over quickly, already beginning to lose focus as the guests find their rhythm, teasing and praising him in equal measure.

Some are gentle, stroking over his tongue like he’s fragile. Others press further, watching his eyes widen as they flirt with the back of his throat. In time, they’ll all find their answer—how good of a pet he really is, and how much he can take before he’s choking, but for now, it’s just soft touches and teasing tongues. A slow unraveling for the night ahead.

[mandarinmoons]

Too Close for Comfort

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader Summary: Being stuck in a closet with your best friend evokes some feelings you hadn't felt before, leaving you both confused and questioning where you stand Words: 877 Warnings: None A/N: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins "Stuck Together Challenge"! It's also my first time taking a part in a writing challenge and I really enjoyed it <3

“Whoa, Emily, careful!”

Emily snickered behind you as she pushed you along to the closet, Morgan trailing behind her while doing the same to Reid. Morgan laughed as Spencer nearly tumbled to the floor because of the force he used to push the lanky man ahead, causing Spencer to huff and regain his balance.

The two of them had been teasing you and Spencer for a while over how close you both were, constantly telling everyone that you were going on a date whenever they heard you make plans to see each other after work and making kissy faces when they saw you talking to each other during work hours. It was something you could easily brush off, but now it was getting ridiculous.

After a long case, Rossi invited everyone to his place for a get-together and a few hours later, Penelope suggested playing some party games. Of course, Emily and Morgan being the evil geniuses that they are, threw out the idea to play seven minutes in heaven and it ended up with them rigging the game to make sure that you and Reid were stuffed in the closet together. You knew they could be sneaky, but this was hitting a new nerve.

“Have fun!”

Before you had a chance at a comeback, the door was slammed in your face and you and your coworker were surrounded by darkness. Blinking a few times to get used to the lack of light, you saw Spencer awkwardly looking from side to side, taking in his surroundings. To you it seemed as if he was doing his best to avoid eye contact with you, even if you could barely see one another.

“Rossi’s coats seem nice.”

“It’s Rossi, pretty much all of his belongings are imported from Italy.”

Spencer chuckled and lifted his head to catch your gaze. The smiles faded from both of your faces as reality of the situation set in. You were stuck in a cramped closet and the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t think you could ever feel unease with Spencer, if you were to ask who was the one person you felt most comfortable with your answer would always be him, but something about this situation felt different. It felt as though you hadn’t been this close to him before and it was unearthing some new feelings.

It might have been dark, but there was just enough light coming in from the crack of the door that you could make out the features on his face that you loved so much. The golden hue in his irises, the crows feet surrounding his eyes whenever he squinted, it was the things that came to mind at first whenever you thought of him. Why were you thinking of him this way?

“This was not what I meant when I said I wanted to be closer to you.”

“Oh really, genius, what did you have in mind then?”

“I don’t know, sitting beside you on the couch while we watched a movie?”

“Yeah and then have Emily and Morgan poke fun at us again throughout the film.”

“Well that certainly sounds better than being stuck here.”

“It’s only for seven minutes!”

“You never know if they decide to “forget us” in here.”

“That does sound like something they would do.”

Faced with the fact that your coworkers might play a prank and keep you locked up for longer, you sat on the ground to be more comfortable and Spencer followed suit. As he sat down, the tip of his shoe hit yours and you nudged him back gently, making each other chuckle by continuing the action.

“You know behaviour like this is what makes them tease us.”

“I know but it’s hard not to do.”

“What? Not getting on my nerves?”

A chuckle leaving Spencer’s lips again, he moved across the closet so he was now sitting next to you, his shoulder brushing yours and feeling his breath on your face. Your eyes locked once again and the tension felt as strong as before.

As you kept your sight on him the hotter the closet seemed to get. It was hard to look away, you swore you saw Spencer’s pupils dilate and you were arguing with yourself in your head whether it was true or not. 

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I um…”

Before Spencer had a chance to finish his sentence, the door unlocked and you winced at the sudden light pooling into the room.

“You two seem comfortable.”

Shaking your head at Emily’s comment, you stood up and offered Spencer a hand, feeling your cheeks heat up feeling how warm his hand was in yours. 

With Emily striding back to the kitchen to the rest of the team, you and Spencer stood there for a moment taking in the situation, holding hands and trying to look away to hide the obvious blush on both of your faces.

“After you.”

Smiling at his manners, you let go of his hand and made your way back to everyone, leaving Spencer to stand by himself for a second, cursing Emily in his head for the intrusion, and for not letting himself finish what he wanted to say.

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[fictionadventurer]

Now that I've explored the whole political name worldbuilding aspect of my dream, it's time to bring focus back to the characters the story is actually about. Try to recapture the details about them and then extrapolate their story.

Princess

Only character who actually showed their face

Thin, white, blonde, maybe five foot seven or eight. Very ordinary face--narrow, not pretty, but friendly. A painter might cast her as a milkmaid or a shepherdess, but not a princess. Shabby around the edges, dresses very simply--clothes are clean and respectable, but more what you'd expect from a working girl than from royalty. You get the sense that she'd like to dress better and can't.

Has a good attitude toward her simple lifestyle, but money is always a concern. Very good at penny-pinching and bargain-hunting. The party she has to host is a source of stress, because she's aware that other people of the upper classes have much higher expectations of elegance and luxury.

Main location in her home was a back brick-walled stairway that led up to a simple set of upper floor rooms. All I saw of her home was cream-colored walls and a basic wooden table (this was where she had the invite list). I got the sense that she owned/rented these rooms that were only part of the house, but I didn't get the sense that anyone else lived in the rest of the house except a landlady.

Living at the palace was too expensive, hence the very humble lodgings. She still has a certain royal role to live up to--there's a respect that comes with her rank.

She must have had a decently-furnished and decorated parlor and dining area to accomodate her planned upper-crust party. I don't think she was planning much more than appetizers.

Her father might have lived at the palace (in very shabby circumstances), but there was a sense that this event was her responsibility and had to be held at her home. (It seemed important that she lived on her own--not sure if that was her choice or a cultural expectation).

She loves her fiance, but is very concerned about the wealth disparity--she doesn't want him to feel like he has to fund the royal family, so she did not want him to come to the party, see all the stuff she had to spend money on, and think she was asking him to cover the costs. It felt safer to leave him off the guest list.

This suggests there's more than a little pride involved. A deep commitment to independence. She'd rather do the best with what she has than get assistance from anyone else.

Her fiance

Did not show up in the story, but there was kind of a background image of him.

He's not much taller than her, white skin, red hair, very well-dressed. More objectively handsome than she is, but not extremely good-looking. He's got a kind face.

His family is not royal, but probably noble. From the same nation as her. Very well-respected, decently (but not extravagantly) wealthy.

(There is possibility for wiggle room with their status--maybe wealthy from trade a few generations back, so his family's been around long enough to be very respected, but they aren't as entrenched in the politics and history as other prominent families).

(I do seem to recall the impression that the political name prefix thing applied to other people on the list, not necessarily to him. Is his family above the political names (some special rank that sits outside the party divide)? Below them (still in trade, or commoners with some special government role)? Or do they have the name prefix but she doesn't bother using it since she's on such close terms with the family (and the royals keep up a fiction of not preferring one party over the other)? Not saying any of these things are necessarily true, just options.)

Would gladly help pay for the party--he understands the princess has pride so he would never try to cover all the costs, but he'd gladly help lift some of the extra burden of such an event.

Will be rather confused and hurt that not only did she not ask for help, but she actively kept him away from helping and didn't even try to talk it out with him.

I have no clue what the story is here beyond mild misunderstanding, but there's got to be some potential here with all the political, class, and economic divides.

[fiercestpurpose]

i don't do a whole lot of gossip girl posting but every once in a while i remember that blair waldorf and dan humphrey were in love. that time has come around again, and so i am going to share with you a thought i had about their wedding. i'm thinking of this as an au where they never broke up, but the basic concept works for post-canon as well.

the concept is: blair hosts a function for a non-wedding event. maybe it's her birthday party, maybe it's thanksgiving, but i personally like the idea of it being new year's eve. she invites everyone she knows, all her friends and family, and really stresses that everyone should come, it'll be great. it's being held in some semi-remote location, like on an island that's not connected to land and so is only accessible by boat.

so, there's a party, it's pretty chill and tame and normal (except that chill parties are actually abnormal for these guys). and dan isn't at the party, but that's not super surprising, maybe he couldn't make it. and then like two hours in, blair announces that surprise! this is their wedding! and all the guests are invited to move into another room because the ceremony is going to be held in there in half an hour.

and there's much talk about this of course, but obviously no one's gonna leave and miss out on the wedding. so everyone moves to the other room and blair's excitedly waiting at the front of the room for the ceremony to start and everyone's watching her. except... the groom's not there.

half an hour gets closer and closer and eventually passes and there's no sign of the groom at all. no one's even seen him on the island, he doesn't seem to be there, it's like he's just completely skipped the event. and blair's insisting that he'll be there, and then she starts worrying that something must be wrong. and all of the guests are standing around like "i don't know how to tell this girl that her fiance left her at the altar," but blair's organizing a search party and marching outside into the rain in her wedding dress, because it's raining now and the water around the island is rough and choppy.

and of course dan's boat did capsize and he's treading water but getting dangerously close to being dashed against the rocks around the island. blair insists on going out with the sailors in one of the boats to look for him, and of course that's the boat that reaches him first. they pull him up out of the water and wrap him in a big warm blanket and blair kisses him like she thought she'd never see him again and then she tells him that she knew, she knew he would never leave her at the altar.

and when they get inside, dan insists on getting married immediately, so he's standing there in this big blanket meant to keep him from getting hypothermia and blair's hair and dress are totally ruined from the rain and they pledge their undying love and get married right then and there. and there's a storm outside and a new year beginning, but they're ready to face it together.

i just think that's an appropriately dramatic gossip-girl-esque wedding for the two of them.

[baylardian-1]

season 3 janeway hanging out with her kiddies more is a big fave era of the AU for meeeeeeeee <3 she's awkward at it but she's trying :')

Resolutions and Basics happen and it's the beginning of a shift for her in feeling like she actually wants to be a mother. It's a slow burn up through Coda which conveniently shares an anniversary with Threshold = their first birthday, seeing what she's missing (though the alien in Coda would probably try to frame it in her mind as being like "they're going to be fine without you" but she'd see it and be like "im missing these moments with them :(" and afterwords she'd finally make the decision to be more involved in their lives.

[rowenabean]

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[tenwhiteandalusians]

and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.