#nice to hear from him while he’s neglecting sm

[tyresdeg]

A Busy Start To 2024 In Hypercar & IndyCar

Welcome to my first column on the renowned dailysportscar website (Aw shucks – Ed!). Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading about my racing activities during the year.

[cherryredstars]

Hi cherry! I love your fics sm and idk if you’re taking requests right now but i got one for ya.

So Miguel with a spiderperson!afab!reader that takes a while to cum. Like he could be eating them out for over an hour and it takes him a minute to realise that they didn’t orgasm at all.

Like he gets concerned thinking that he’s not making them feel good but they reassure him that the only place they feel “pleasure” is just from clit stimulation and (sometimes) if their g-spot is touched in the right way iykwim.

If you don’t feel comfortable w/ this request then skip but thank you and have a nice day! 😊🫶

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral Sex, Clit Stimulation, Fingering

Summary: All it takes is a little patience

A/N: Taking long to finish is so real and valid guys

Word Count: 885 (Not Edited)

Your suit gathers at your knees, a pile of iconic red and blue that hides your identity from the rest of the world. 

Miguel is still covered in his, the mask disappearing to show his face. He doesn’t need it anyways. His face is obscured between your thighs, tongue lashing at your seeping hole. Your arousal coats your inner thighs, gloved hands spreading them wide. He’s been at it for an hour, his mind foggy from how sweet you taste. His lower face glistens with your juices, and you whimper when his nose knocks against your clit. It feels so, so good, but you can’t help the small frustrated puff that leaves your nose as you shift in discomfort on the bed. 

Miguel instantly looks up at your shifting, eyebrows furrowed as he pulls away. He licks his lips, collecting what he can so it doesn’t go to waste. His thumb rubs soothing circles to your skin, relaxing your body the best he can. Despite the rush of arousal that leaks from you, he can’t help but note none of it was cum. He’s been at this for hours, yet you still haven’t gotten your release. He admits it wounds his pride the slightest bit. Sure it’s been a while since he’s gotten the privilege to please such a pretty girl, but he doesn’t think he’s that out of practice. 

“What is it, amor? Want me to try something else. ¿No es bueno?”

A flush of shame quickly rushes to your face at his words. You’re quick to reassure him, telling him to ignore you and just take his pleasure (just like you’ve told every man before). A deep well of his own dissatisfaction swarms in Miguel’s stomach. He wants to make this good for you. If you aren’t enjoying it, what’s the point? Softly, he asks you what’s wrong, trying to coax the answer out of you with quiet words and soothing hands. You bite your lips as nervousness coats your body, you squirm and ever so quietly whisper, “I have a hard time cumming.”

If it weren’t for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn’t have caught your words. His face lifts in realization, his hands continuing to make circles that relax your body. He’s the kindest soul when he asks what usually works, what makes it better for you. When you answer with clit stimulation and the occasional brushing of your g-spot, Miguel instantly gets to work. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he attacks your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth. 

Your hands travel down to his hair, tangling and ruining the gelled locks. Your hips buck upwards, pushing his face closer into you in the same movement. You throw your head back when his teeth slightly graze your neglected bud, a strangled moan revealing your pleasure. Small vibrations shock your clit as he hums in pleasure, licking and sucking where you need it most happily. Clothed fingers poke at your entrance, the material catching the silky liquid. He pushes them in slowly, groaning at the way you try to push your hips more into his fingers. When he has them wrapped to the knuckle, he curls them slightly to hit that gummy spot. 

Your eyes meet the back of your head as he stimulates you, that long awaited orgasm rising to the surface. You moan out his name, and he feels the pornagraphic noise go straight to his stiffened cock. In response, he sucks harder on your clit. His tongue finds new strength as he flicks at your hardened bud, his fingers constantly pressing into the perfect spot inside of you. He mumbles something into your skin, the words shaking against your clit. But they’re completely lost on you as your back arches, your grip on his hair tightening as you feel something in you break. 

You let out something close to a scream as you finally release, white masking your vision. Miguel still works on you, his fingers getting coated in your cum as he continues to hit your g-spot, his mouth closing around your bud for a long suck. When your orgasm dies down, you have to push his head away from your bud, the overstimulation making your body shake. He pulls away and leaves open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. His fingers slowly leave you and make their way into his mouth. Sweetness explodes onto his tongue and he breathes in slowly as he takes it in. Perfect. You taste fucking perfect. 

His eyes trail to your face, a fucked out expression still covering it. He chuckles low, his hands falling to your waist to massage the skin. You smile goofily up at him as your hands fall to cover his. He kisses up your body, pressing a soft kiss to your jawbone before burying his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of you makes him purr, his nose pumping your skin gently. Both of you bask in the lingering sensations of pleasure, each other’s body warmth providing comfort. After a while, Miguel gets up, mumbling something along the lines of a bath before disappearing into the bathroom. You lay in bed as the water starts running, a satisfied feeling running through you. 

Guess all it takes is a little patience.

He’s so soft and attentive.

[likedovesinthewindd]

Hi are you still taking requests I was wondering if u could do something like Hobie visiting his girlfriend(who is a nurse or doctor) at a free clinic in his universe after leaving HQ and they are just being a cute couple in love(maybe suggestive if u feel comfortable). Bonus points if the topic of kids come up(u know cuz of Mayday) and Y/N is like you’d be a good dad.

i am! and i love this sm so I'll give it my best

hobie brown x fem!reader

warning: mentions of needles and other medical terminology, a slight bit suggestive but nothing too crazy i promise.

wc: ±870

a/n: i love this gif omg😭

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

Days at the clinic were busy most of the time, but you had been fortunate enough to have a fairly calm afternoon on your hands.

You were just getting ready to go home, getting all your things together, when you heard a knock on the door, before you heard the squeak of it being opened. You turned around to find Hobie standing in the doorframe, his tall figure slightly crouched and a smile on his pretty face.

"What a nice suprise, thought you were still at HQ," you said, zipping your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder. "Just got back, thought I'd check in on my favorite nurse," he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm serious," he said when he saw this, "missed my girl."

You gave him a warm smile, trying not to show how much his words made your stomach flutter with butterflies. "You caught me at the perfect time, just got off," you said as you made your way to him, wrapping your arms around and sighing when you felt his long ones wrap around you. "Let's get you home, love," he said and you hummed.

Most of your colleagues knew about you and Hobie, seeing as he always came around the clinic to visit you on your breaks. At first they had been noticeably shocked at the pairing, but it quickly dissipated after every visit.

On your walk home, he had asked you to tell him about his day. He always asked you to tell him about your day; every day. He loved hearing the way you'd describe every task you'd completed and anything weird you had witnessed, your voice alone enough to make him feel like a smitten schoolboy. He quite frankly didn't care if you had the most boring day imaginable either, he just loved hearing your voice.

"I had to give a little girl a shot today. Poor thing was terrified of needles, like petrified. I ended up having to sing her favorite song with her just to distract her," you said as the two of you took the flight of stairs that led to your shared apartment. "That probably scared her even more," he said jokingly and you poked him in the ribs with your housekey, before jabbing it into your apartment door. "Asshole," you muttered, your smile betraying your angry facade.

"Y'know I'm jus' joking," he said his height allowing him to place a kiss on the top of your head as you struggled with the door. "Don't let that damn piercing get stuck in my hair again, please," you warned as you finally got the door open. "Yes ma'am," he said laughing into your hair, removing his lips reluctantly and following you into the apartment.

You quickly whipped up something for the two of you to eat, while he cleaned the bedroom that the two of you had neglected this morning, both too busy getting ready for the day. When you finally finished, the two of you made your way to the couch, equally hungry and tired.

You ate quietly as comfortably as the soft music coming from Hobie's old CD player filled the room with a calm atmosphere. You found yourself thinking about your day once again, and before you even had time to register it, the question had left your lips.

"Would you ever want kids, bee?"

The question threw him a bit off guard. He seized his chewing, quietly placing his spoon back into his bowl and turning to you.

"Are you...?" he tried and your eyes widened. "No! Lord, no I'm not, I'm just curious," you said, placing your own bowl on the small coffee table. "Where's this comin' from?" he asked and you shrugged. "I just thought about the little girl at the clinic, then I thought about little May and how much she likes you. I just think you'd be a cool dad."

Hobie's eyebrows rose in intrigue at your admission, followed by a smile. "Well, I know you'd be an amazing mommy," he said playfully and you couldn't help giggling. After a moment he spoke up again. "Is this your way of telling me you want a baby?" he asked. You shrugged again. "Maybe, not right now obviously, but one day. I was serious when I said you'd be a good father." He smiled, noticing the way his heart clenched at your sincerity. If he ever did decide to have children, he'd gladly share that with you.

"Maybe one day," he said and you smiled, taking both your dirty dishes to the sink; a task left for tomorrow morning. "I'm gonna take a shower, I need to get out of these clothes," you said making your way back to the couch, in search of your phone. "That's a damn shame, you always look so sexy in your blue uniform," Hobie said and you laughed.

He swiftly pulled you into his lap and you yelped at the sudden movement. "Maybe we could get started on that baby," he said playfully and you swatted his chest. "You're fucking crazy," you exclaimed, making him break into a fit of laughter.

"Was worth the try."

[verdantdaises]

im literally am soooo obsessed with your writing style and your brain like woah !!! you’re tooo coool !!! literally just wanna hear your maxley headcanon if you have any ??? ^u^

AHHHH!! That’s so nice omg, I’m definitely not cool I’m lame trust me but I appreciate that sm!! ❤️❤️🤭

I’ll shoot some headcanons out under the cut!! Honestly these are whatever came to my silly little brain first—

I’m not too creative with headcanons, just gonna list some of my personal ones that are pretty consistent through the fandom and some other ones!! Including some side characters too bc I can’t control myself

-I reckon max would work somewhere like a record store for extra money, even if goofy tries to insist that he will give him money for anything he needs. But max insists he needs to make his own income, thank you very much

-Bradley meanwhile has never had a job, and probably will never need to. However, he used to be dragged along to his dad’s office, and his dad used to make him do things, like print things and collect coffees for people, so he’s surprisingly nice to service workers

-I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Bradley is definitely an only child. Everything about him reeks of being an only child with a difficult home life. No one cares that much about winning without an intense pressure on his shoulders.

-to the same credit, Bradley desperately craves attention, no matter what kind it is. His parents were neglectful, and he needed to do crazier and crazier stuff to earn their love

-I love to think of Bradley having an uncle; who’s not rich, who chose a sweeter side of life over the money, and he has two daughters, Bradley’s nieces, who Bradley tries desperately not to be envious of.

-as fun as tutor Bradley is, I think Max is super smart, I think he’s one of those people who skate by above average without studying which infuriates Bradley to no end bc he doesn’t seem like he tries at all

-that doesn’t stop Max from asking Bradley increasingly dumb questions just to see him ramble about ‘how can he not know that’,

-he pierced Bobby’s ears while they were high lol

-I think Bradley’s mom seems like she’s trying her best, and she wanted to be a mother, but she always takes her husbands side, and is extremely manipulative, which is sometimes worse

-Bradleys family is catholic, and he had to unpack a lot of his religious trauma, but he still whispers prayers under his breath all the time when he’s stressed

-Bradley’s super into Korean skincare lol

-Bradley honestly needs glasses, has them, but fucking hates wearing them because it makes him look like a ‘dweeb’

-max has a tiny powerline tattoo on his ankle he got when he was drunk lol

-I think Max is a rum and coke or beer drinker, and Bradley likes vodka mixers lol

-max got his driving skills from his dad

-Bradley meanwhile had very expensive lessons so he’s anal about road rules.

-he’s so anal about road rules that he has some of the worst road rage you’ve ever seen

-max didn’t officially come out to his dad as bi he was the kind of kid like: oh dad this is —- btw my boyfriend

-Roxanne is a lesbian lol

-she reconnects with max when they are in college and they are absolute menaces in the same space, lots of really stupid pranks

-PJ is terrified of needles and he goes to get a matching tattoo with Mocha and he faints lol

[goddess-evelle]

Hey bb could u write a sapnap and dream x reader polyamorous smut were they get into a fight and they make y/n cry and they try to make it up to her by doing nice things or sm but she is still hurt about it so ( with CONSENT) they decide to please her until she is sobbing and begging them to stop ( there is n established safe word if she really wanted them to stop she'd say the safe word) but they don't stop and praise and coaxe her through many orgasms and then they take care of her as she's all sensitive and twitchy under there touch

Better without me

A/n: I went off on this, so I will make a second part finishing it.

Warnings: Mention of neglect towards the reader, angst, very much hurtful thoughts. Smut in the next part. SFW. Slightly suggestive or provocative acts, also slight girl on girl action;)

Dream x Sapnap x fem reader

Words: 2,1??- I don't even know why I wrote so much.

As the dumb bitch that I am I forgot I made two different parts of this one of them that I discarded, so yeah that was a mess, but I fixed it.

Part 1 (You are here now)

Part 2

“I understand, but I just want to spend time with my boyfriends” Your voices cracks as you try to make light into the situation.

“No Y/n, you do not fucking understand. You don’t know what is like to spend hours on hours playing. Just to finally finish and have to spend ten more hours editing. You don’t understand how it is! You should be more considerate when you fucking ask us to ‘spend time with you’ ” Dream’s words come flying out as the three of you had been arguing for what felt like hours. Your reply got stuck in your throat as Sapnap started talking.

“Exactly like you are always bitching about wanting to be with us, but you never do shit for us. You know that we are both busy working. You are so fucking annoying.” Sapnap’s words eco through your mind. Were you really that annoying? Maybe you were just being too clingy towards the boys. You just wanted to spend time with them. Sapnap and Dream were in a relationship while the three of you were roommates, and a part of you always felt as if you had missed on a big part of the relationship, so you tried to spend time with them to make up for the lost time. Now, with Sapnap saying that you are annoying you can only feel as if you intrude into their relationship. Your mind flooded with thoughts of them just being in a relationship with you just because you lived with them; maybe they didn’t even love you. Your own mind created scenarios in your head as your insecurities took over you. They obviously didn’t love you or they would spend time with you. If they loved you they would make time for you. If they loved you they would’ve been more attentive of you. If they loved you they would pay attention to you. These thoughts kept your mind busy, and finally everything clicked. You finally understood why you felt so out of place all the time.

“You are not even listening to us!” Dreams shakes a hand in front of you face trying to gain your attention again, and you wonder just for how long had you been thinking.

“Honestly, y/n we can spend time together later . We have to film manhunt. Go do something or I don’t fucking know.” Sapnap says, but you are not listening to what he is saying. They leave and you are left in the bedroom alone. You look around the room for your phone as you look at the hour, and put 10 minutes on the timer. You wait patiently as the 10 minutes pass by as you lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. You close your eyes for what feels like a second before you hear the alarm go off. You grabbed your phone stopping the alarm, and texting your best friend to get ready; you both were going out. You got dressed with a simple dress quickly. You did your hair, and makeup as you made your way towards the front door. You just needed to leave; you had been suffocating the boys with your presence for too long. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you made your way towards the front door only to be stopped by a furry friend. You smiled sadly looking at the cat laying on front of you.

“Oh, sweet thing don’t worry. I will see you in a bit.” You say as you scratch Patches head. The cat looks up at you as if she understands. You give her a little kiss on the nose before grabbing your keys of the house. You make your way outside the door only to see your neighbor right next to where your car is.

“Hi, good afternoon.” You say politely.

“Hi, I didn’t know you guys were going out.” He says looking at you suspiciously.

“Oh, um yeah, just me. The boys are kind of busy.” You try to lie, but you know that by the redness on your face he might catch up to your lie. He looks at you to try and decipher if you think he is stupid or something. Before he could answer you say a quick goodbye as you climb into your car, and start the car getting ready to drive. It takes you 40 minutes to get to your friend’s house to talk to her. After venting to her for an hour; you both went to the club. You just needed to forget about the boys’ words for a bit. You look at your phone before you go inside the club to see the hour 12:59am. Good hour to be on a club you think as you make your way towards the bar with your friend. Time passes by like a blink as you drink, and dance with your friend. Before you know it you are in the middle of the dance floor as you dance with your friend.

You look around the club to see two familiar faces, but you are too drunk to remember their names. You do know that they won’t stop looking at you, so you take advantage that you are with a friend to tease a little. There is no ill will if you tease them. You turn towards your friend pulling her closely to you. She is taller than you which helps the case. You whisper in her ear that there are two hot boys looking at you, and that you wanted to give them a show. She looks to where you tell her; she finds Dream and Sapnap looking at the two of you from a far. She laughs knowing that you love the boys so much that you even find their stare in a crowded club while you are drunk. She sees that the boys look mad, but knowing plenty of your sexual experiences with the boys from what you’ve told her. She knows you’ll just love to tease them, so that they punish you. She agrees to help you, so your wrap your hand around her neck as you make eye contact with the boys. They move slightly closer, so that they can see you under the disco light. Your skin glows under the purple light that reflects off your shoulder and leg. The boys watch as you kiss your friend’s neck while looking at them. You slowly give mouth opened kisses to her skin maintaining eye contact. You glide your tongue on her skin slowly tasting the sweet cookie dough cologne on her skin.

You turn your back on your friend facing towards the boys as you grab your friend’s hands, and glide them down your body taking extra time on your boobs, and your stomach stopping at your pelvic bone. You grind your ass back on your friend’s pelvis looking at the boys seeing as the taller boy tries to make his way towards you, but the smaller boy holds him back mumbling something that you could only decipher as “let’s see what she does”. You smirk as them as you make sexier moves against your friend; your hands grab her neck pulling it towards you, and she understands what you want. She pretends to give you a kiss on your neck as you roll your head back letting out a fake moan that the boys don’t hear, but they can imagine that you are in pleasure. You look over them to see a bulge in both of their pants; you smirk noticing that they are both big as you take swing of your beer finishing it completely. You give big gulps showing that you in fact swallow before turning to be front to front with your friend. You repeat the kisses on her neck while looking at the boys, and you feel your own breath getting heavier. You look over to see the smaller boys rub over the taller boy’s bulge; you feel your panties get wetter at the action. You turn to your friend and move forward to give her a kiss, but before you can make contact with her lips you feel a pair of arms pulling you away. You look up to see the taller boy holding you in his arms looking awfully angry at you. You scurry off his embrace as you tell them that you don’t want anything with them. The guy gets a tighter grip on you, and you try to move away only to be sandwiched into the body of the smaller guy.

“Y/n look at me; you know who I am” You look up at the mention of your name; to find Dream staring down at you.

“Oh h- hey D-dream what are you doing here?” You say mind still too gone to make coherent sentences.

“Um yeah, she got very drunk. Saying something about not being good enough for the two of you” Your friend intervenes. Dream looks at Sapnap behind you to give Sap a worried look.

“So, everything that she was flirting with us; she didn’t do it to be a brat?” Sapnap asks confused.

“Well, she wanted to ‘tease two hot guys’ that’s what she said, so even as she was drunk. She is still attracted to the two of you” Your friend smiles remembering “I remember when you guys became a couple. She felt so out of place because she liked the two of you. She was going to move in with me to not disturb you two. She is really in love with the two of you, so whatever the fuck the two of you did. You better fix it or I will take her to live with me. The poor girl drove all the way to my house to spend an hour crying about how the two of you didn’t love her” Your friend reproaches your boyfriends as you are finding comfort in the tall man’s arms your mind not even paying attention to their conversation as you admire the hot boys.

“She- she really thought we didn’t love her?” Dream’s voice cracks as he looks down at you where you are staring at him lovingly.

“Yes, she always thought that she was ruining your relationship, and with the things you told her she felt like you guys just wanted to break up with her.” Your friend says giving the boys a bad look. “So, you guys take her with you. I’ll drive her car to my place; I didn’t drink, so I will be fine. How did you find her anyways?”

“We have an app to share location at any moment, so we know she is safe” Sapnap said as he led the way towards their car. They bid their goodbyes to your friend. Dream got in the driver’s seat as Sapnap went in the back with you. You sat next to Sapnap looking at the boy as you guys drove home.

“I can’t believe I’m going home with two hot boys. You guys chose me over all the girls in the club” You say your words stinging in the boys’ heart as they took a peek on what you thought of them.

“Well, to be honest. I was surprised; I thought you’d have a boyfriend” Dream says smoothly.

“I mean yeah. I used to have two boyfriends at the same time! Can you believe that? Two people loved me at the same time! Me!” you talked with surprise laced in your voice and the boys swallowed a lump in their throat as they saw how much you worshipped your relationship with them.

“Huh you must love them a lot” Sapnap said voice trembling as he watched your eyes shine.

“Of course, I do! They are the best boys I know. They are literally so perfect, but I don’t think they love me that much”

“Why do you think that?” This time Dream asked as his voice cracked at the change in demeanor you were clearly sad now.

“Well, they are just so perfect that sometimes I think they don’t need me. I think they would be even happier without me. I feel like I’m just ruining their relationship.” Sapnap is crying by the time you finish your statement. The boys can’t believe you would say such a thing. Did they really make you feel that way? They both felt so bad. Sapnap can’t help, but to leap in to hug you. His tears falling on your shoulder as you accept his hug still in your drunken state.

“But it’s okay if they don’t love me. They still have each other, and they are totally soulmates. So, if I leave; they will still be happy with each other.” You finish as Dream pulls into the driveway.

Part 2

[melissa-kenobi]

hiiii omg i love your fics! and your hurt tech fic was so good, I cried so much while reading it! can I pretty pls request something smutty with tech using prompts 39 and 55 pls?

thank you sm, ily, keep writing, you're amazing! ❤

A/N: Hey Anon! Ahh omg you're gonna make me blush, you're too sweet, thank you so much!!! That means alot ily too!! Also warning, this is pure filth, and it has not been proof read, sorry! xx

Summary: Tech tries to multitask but fails in doing so.

Prompts:"Don't start what you can't finish." & "I'm bored. Come over and sit on my dick."

Word Count:

Repairs [Tech x Reader]

"Kriffing bantha shit!" You cursed, kicking the edge of the ship before recoiling in pain, nearly slipping off the top of the wing. "Stupid ship!"

"Hey! That's my ship you're damaging sweetheart!" Tech calls out from below, finger raised in a slight accusation.

"It's my life on the line here Tech!" You retorted, kicking the- no sorry his- ship in anger once more. Well a few more times than once. "Kriffing wing, why won't you jus-"

Screaming in annoyance, the part you were trying to fix somehow fixed itself after a few kicks. "What the-

"Did it work?" Tech called out from below, datapad in his hand as he blinked back up at you. You stared at him in shock, you had just spent around 2 hours stuck up here, trying to fix his godforsaken ship before he tapped away at his datapad, fixing it in one go. "Well?"

Growling at his comment, you rolled your eyes at him before jumping down and marching your way inside. "Where's Hunter?" You asked no-one in particular, but Tech being Tech had followed you in, responding rapidly.

"On a mission for Cid." You opened your mouth to reply but Tech had beat you to it, already knowing what you were going to ask. "He's taken Wrecker, Echo and Omega with him. We're here to fix the ship and get the repairs done."

You let out a little hmmp, before narrowing your eyes at him. Now that the boys weren't here, you could give your boyfriend the telling off you wanted to prior to this incident. "You made me stand up there in the cold for two hours, when you're telling me, you could have pressed a few buttons and it would have been done?"

"Technically- without your input, or should I say aggressive mannerisms, I couldn't have done it wi-

"Don't."

You stormed off into the refresher, needing a nice clean shower to rid yourself of your anger. You didn't really know why you were angry. Okay, maybe you did. Tech hadn't been spending much time with you, being on the run with his brothers left very little time for the two of you - and with Omega on the ship, well that certainly put a damper on things.

Rinsing your hair out, you could hear, no you knew Tech was stood outside the door of the refresher, pacing up and down. He'd probably realised that you were annoyed but couldn't figure out why, so he'd question you about it till you blurted it out, like usual.

"Mesh'la..." Tech called out softly, knocking on the door. Maker, his voice was so soft and quiet. Now you felt kinda bad for lashing out on him. It wasn't his fault.

"I'll be out in a few baby!" You called back, quickly wrapping the towel around your body as you dried your feet and walked out.

"Cyar'ika, i-i- I'm sorry. I-i didn't mean t-

Your heart clenched as you watched him fumble for words, maker you were soft for this man and you didn't care. You'd drop to his feet and do anything for him. "No Tech. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I didn't mean it. I was just tired and-

"Neglected. I've been neglecting you mesh'la. I'm sorry, I didn't realise." Tech quickly cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing the soft planes of your cheek as you gave him a small sigh. "I'm so sorry pretty girl. Let me take care of you.."

***

Last night had been one of your best nights with Tech. The two of you were now curled up against each other in his bunk, sheets sprawled around you as you cuddled into his body. You smiled, happy and contempt with where you were right now. Stealing a glance at Tech, you found him looking down at you with adorning eyes.

"Good morning mesh'la." Tech leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead while you cuddled into him. "Did you sleep well?"

You hummed in response. "Better than ever... missed you Tech..." You mumbled in your drowsy sleepy state.

"I know, I've missed you too mesh'la.." Tech smiled softly at your sleepy face. "But now let-

Tech was cut off as the ships comm was calling. The two of you gave each other a look before Tech kissed your cheek, telling you to remain in bed while he dealt with it.

"Tech? Y/N? Come in.."

"Hunter. What's the problem?"

Tech watched as Hunter sighed deeply. "It looks like we're going to be stuck on this mission for a while."

"How long?"

"Possibly a day or two. Can you get those parts for the upgrades you needed?"

Tech nodded. "Definitely. Myself and Y/N can get to work on them."

"Where's Y/N?" Omega asked eagerly, as she tried to see the holocall but Hunter was blocking her view of Tech.

"She's sleeping." Tech replied quickly. Far too quickly to be normal.

Hunter raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I think you best put a shirt on Tech, and get to work on those upgrades." Hunter nodded as Tech blushed in embarrassment before the call ended.

Tech was not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed. Pleased that he could now spend the extra time with you and treat you like you deserved to be, but annoyed because he had to do the repairs. Not that he didn't love upgrading his ship, because don't get him wrong, he does. It's just- he rather spend the time with you.

Pacing his way back to you, he found you nestled under all the sheets, only a small portion of your head popped out. Your eyes closed and restful as you let out little snores in your sleep. Tech inched closer to you before he jumped on the bed, startling you awake as you tried to jump up but was trapped with Tech's body.

"Tec-

"Mesh'la did you know you snore?" Tech smiled, leaning on your stomach as he popped his face up with his hands under his chin.

"I do no-

"I have a reco-

"Tech- don't tell me you-

*snoring noises*

The two of you gave each other a look as he played the noises, your face scrunching up in denial as Tech only smiled widely at you adorable face. "Told you."

"That's fake."

Tech gave you look that said 'really?' before pulling the covers off you. "C'mon mesh'la, I want to make breakfast for you. Get ready and I'll prepare the meal."

***

Late in the evening you found Tech tinkering away at the Hyperdrive, wanting to adjust the wires and add in his upgrade so he could get it to work faster.

"Teeeechhhh?" You groaned out, sat on one of the seats while you watched him work on the ground.

"Mmmhh?"

"I'm bored!" You stated, eyes following down to him. He was lying down on the ground, head hidden under the switch board as he tinkered away with the fuses. His legs were on display as he spread them, giving you a nice view of his bulge. Deciding to tease him, you slipped your shoe off, leaving you in your socks as you slid your foot up his leg, heading to his inner thigh before slowly edging around his bulge.

You could have sworn you heard a tool drop on the floor the minute he felt your foot slide up his inner thigh. Ignoring his sudden intake of breath, you decided to continue your torture on him as he continued to work. Purposely hovering over his bulge you heard him drop his tool once more before he slid out and faced you. "Mesh'la if you're so bored, why don't you come over and sit on my dick?"

Mouth turning up into a smug grin, you couldn't hold in the wave of arousal that spread through your body at his words. Nor could you stop the wetness that was slowly seeping through your panties with the hungry look he was giving you. It seems that Tech was slightly impatient as he slipped his hands onto your things and pulled you down to sit on his upper legs, just a few inches away from his bulge, where he wanted you the most. "Tech!"

"What? You said you were bored." Tech deadpanned, acting as if your previous actions hands affected him so much. "I merely suggested an activity for you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned, you weren't going to back down from this, you could easily win this. You were on top, and in control of him, not the other way round today. "Sure you can handle it sweetheart?"

"Course I can." Tech confidently replied, lifting his hips up as you slid his blacks down, noticing he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Naughty." You commented, slipping them down to his knees before pushing hair body back down. "Go on then, finish your work."

"But-

"I thought you could multitask Tech?" You asked innocently as you touched the tip of his cock. He was already at half mast and was leaking with pre-cum as you licked the small bit that had gathered on your forefinger.

"Don't start what you can't finish mesh'la..." Tech warned, his tone serious as he watched you through his tinted goggles.

"Who says I won't?" You smirked, unzipping your skirt to the side as you hovered over his cock, giving him a view of your naked pussy.

"Kriff.." Tech cursed as he saw you too had no panties. "You had no panties this entire time mesh'la?"

"I thought you already knew sweetie? With those sly glances you've been giving me, I thought it was obvious."

"Fuck, mesh'la you're going to be the death of me.." Tech groaned as his hands dropped his tools, coming to rest on your waist as you slid your naked pussy up and down his cock, making him moan in response.

"Ah-ah, no hands sweetie." Tech gave you a look that made you almost feel bad. Key word, almost. "I'm pretty sure Hunter needs that hyperdrive fixed and upgraded, so that's what you're going to do while I have my fun over here." Tech gave you a small whine, his face pouting as he regretted even wanting to add upgrades to the ship. He knew that would have come back to bite him in the arse. "Mesh'la please-

"Nope. You said you could multitask, so multitask cyar'ika..." You playfully kissed him on the lips before making him slide back under as you adjusted yourself on his cock. Under the board you heard him pick up his tools, getting back to work as you slid off his cock, your ass landing on his legs as you touched him slowly. "Mesh'la wha-

"Shh." You hushed him. "If you finish your upgrade, I might even let you cum."

Slowly holding his cock, you inched closer, your hot breath teasing him as his thighs clenched under your body. Deciding to put an end to his torture, you licked the tip of his cock, moaning in contempt at his taste. Salty but with a hint of sweetness that you loved. Tech let out a low whine at your antics, wanting more but needing to finish the hyperdrive. Your hand slipped up and down his length, caressing him slowly before finally taking him in your mouth.

The words that slipped out of Tech's mouth were filthy, his moans echoing around you like a song. Your name being called out repeatedly as he tried to concentrate, but his hips were thrusting into your mouth, doing something else. Feeling slightly lightheaded, you pulled yourself off him, not being able to take much of his length in your mouth, but wanting him elsewhere.

"Mesh'la? What are-!"

"If I recall correctly, you asked me to come over and sit on your dick?" You gave him a sly grin, sliding up onto his hips, hovering just by the tip of his cock as you held it in your hand. "Right?"

"Kriff-" Tech cursed, mumbling several words in Mando'a that you couldn't translate.

Wanting a release, after working yourself up you gripped his cock, slowly sliding the tip of it in before letting out a moan as Tech's hands came to hold you hips and push your body onto him. "Fuck! Tech!"

"Now stay still."

Your eyes widened in surprise, you wasn't expecting him to ask you to warm him. "Tec-

"You're right. I did ask you to sit on my cock, and that is what you will do cyar'ika." Tech blatantly explained, your insides twitching around him as you could feel him filling you so well. "While I finish the Hyperdrive, you're going to be a good girl, right?"

You moaned in response, giving Tech the correct answer that he needed to continue. Fuck. He was a tease. His well endowed cock was snugly fitted into you, giving you no room to budge - his left hand rested on the tops of your thigh while he worked with his mouth and right hand. Maker, you could watch him work for ages, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, and the way he bit his lip when he got something right. The way his head turned upwards, tilting so his blacks slid down, revealing his neck, that was littered with your mark upon them.

Fuck.

This man did things to you that you couldn't explain. Unintentionally, you had squeezed around him, your walls convulsing with pleasure as you gripped his cock tightly inside. Gasping loudly, the tight fit inside had you falling onto his chest, quickly catching yourself before you collapsed on him. It hadn't been that long but you were desperate, desperate for a release.

"If you keep doing that mesh'la, I'm not gonna last very long." Tech gasped, his left hand squeezing your thigh. Obviously you had affected Tech too as he seemed to have lost his concentration, now sliding out.

"Tech- I-i can't- I need to-!" Your words came out fast, struggling to piece together what you wanted as Tech thrust his hips upwards - Hyperdrive forgotten as he chased his own release. A string of incoherent moans and a series of ah-ah, Tech, please- were all you could manage as he held your hips still, thrusting into you harshly.

"Mesh'la, fuck, you're- you're so tight..." He growled, moans slipping from his mouth in return as you clenched around him.

"Tech- ple-!"

"No." Tech growled, that was seemingly his tipping point as he slid out, gripping your hips tightly as he flipped you over. His cock hard and smothered in your juices as he glared at you. "You don't get to cum. You know the rules mesh'la."

"Tech- I...-i I'm sorry!" You pleaded begging for anything, for him to give the sweet release you've been craving.

"No." Tech huffed. "Maybe I'll let you cum once I've had mine." He repeats your previous words mockingly as he gives you a few more thrusts, his breathing erratic, a sign that he was nearly there. Deciding to help him along you pulled on his hair, tugging his face to yours as you kissed him harshly. Lips melting into his as he mumbled moans into your kiss, breathless moans of your name as he panted harshly. Moving your mouth to his ear, you whispered softly "Come for me Tech- I want you to fill me up- I wan-!"

You didn't even finish before Tech gave in, one harsh thrust of his cock inside of you and he was a gonner. Your walls tightening and clenching him tightly, oh so tight as he let out a loud growl of your name, collapsing ontop of you. His cock still inside of you, sensitive and soaking with a mixture of your juices and his cum. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, mumbling your name in pleasure "Y/N, kriff-"

Tech pulled away slowly, his cock slipping out as he watched the juices slip out, his fingers quickly stopping them as he stuffed you with them - making you whimper quietly. "Tech- baby pl-"

"Shh...let me take care of you pretty girl..." Tech kissed his way down, slipping over your pussy as he licked away at your mixed juices. The noises he made were downright filthy, he was on a mission to take care of and he would definitely follow through with it.

It was safe to say, the Hyperdrive would have to be fixed later.

***

Turns out you found that Tech was very good at multitasking - unless it involved you. Then he was a total mess.

A day later, the gang had arrived and was ready to leave, putting in the co-oordintes for which ever planet Cid had sent them to, Hunter turned, sending a questioning look towards you and Tech.

His eyes fluttering over Tech's neck, while looking at you in concern? Maybe it wasn't concern but amusement, you couldn't be sure.

"Tech? Did you manage to get that hyperdrive upgrade in?"

***

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[lord-explosion-baku]

Videotapes

Hizashi x reader

Summary: Hizashi picks up a fan to bring back to his place to make a special little home movie ;)

Warnings: s m u t, swearing, Hizashi gets a little rough, and uhhh... a bit of yandere at the end... 

A/N: I hadn’t ever written Present Mic sm*t before, so i decided to give it a go. I couldn’t help but make him a little crazy at the end there. I am who I am.

“Damn baby, how are you so wet already? Is it cuz you like bein’ the star of the show or is it cuz you like me?”

You blushed and quirked your head to the side, letting your hair fall over your shoulder while you bit your lip. Such a bashful little thing. And when you looked directly at the camera to whisper, “maybe I just like you,” Hizashi’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest. 

Goddamn you were so cute—perfect for the camera. Hizashi was going to make you his masterpiece. 

Hizashi brought his hand to your cheek and his ringed thumb, still wet from petting your pretty pussy, brushed gingerly across your lips. You eyed him with eager trepidation. 

“Show me how much you like me, hon,” he said, adjusting the camera so it framed that gorgeous face perfectly. “Kiss the ring.”

You pressed your plush lips against the ring on his thumb, then slowly moved toward the tip, kissing it before Hizashi pushed it into your warm, inviting mouth. He crooned, “that’s a good girl. Open your mouth more, give the camera a show, yeah?” 

You did as you were told, showing off your tongue before you closed your mouth around his thumb. You hummed as you sucked it from the base to the tip, repeating the motion several times, knowing that you were teasing the voice hero with that deceivingly innocent gaze. You closed your eyes and swirled your hot tongue around his digit, acting as if his thumb was a sweet treat—something you wanted to savor. As hot as Hizashi thought it was, he couldn’t help but think that you got it all wrong; you were the sweet treat that he was raring to devour. 

“Fuck,” Hizashi hissed, pulling his hand away from your mouth only to grasp a fistful of your hair. He felt himself throbbing against his tightening, leather pants. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he was sure to explode. He crushed his lips into your mouth, pleased to see just how willing you were to part your pretty lips so that he could snake his tongue between your teeth to deepen the kiss. He pushed you back into the bed and let the camera scan over your bare body. A hand reached down to paw at your beautiful breasts, his middle and index finger to pinching your hardening nipples while he squeezed harshly. He whispered lovingly at you while your nails scaled his arms, offering him delightful tickles that got the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up. You were so soft, so good, so compliant and ready to be used. He gave your breast a light smack! and the cute little yelp you gave back was music to his ears. 

While he propped his elbow on the bed, Hizashi filmed himself kissing you down your quivering body. He enjoyed your zealous sighs, noting when and where he should be paying closer attention to when your breath hitched or you’d give out a surprised giggle. Your fingers massaged the top of his silky, yellow head while he ran his hand up your cushiony thighs so he could push them apart, granting easy access to your all-too-ready entrance. 

Hizashi passed you the handheld camera. “Keep that on your face, babydoll. I wanna see how hot I made you feel later down the line, kay?” 

“Mhmm,” you hummed, smiling at the camera lens. You blew it a little kiss and Hizashi felt his insides dissolve into liquids. You were just too damn adorable. 

With both of his hands now free, Hizashi had them on either side of your thighs. He relished the soft squish they gave whenever he pressed against them while he kissed at your pelvic bone. Your thighs were just too damn good that he couldn’t feel right leavin’ them neglected, so he kissed them, delicately at first, but as you hummed and sighed, egging him on, he started to get a little rougher, using his teeth to graze across the softest part of your flesh before biting down, suckling long enough to leave his lovely mark. You cursed under your breath and Hizashi looked up to see both of your hands raised over your head with the camera still pointing at your gorgeous face. Good girl. 

Hizashi licked a stripe up your wet pussy and let the real show begin. He lavished you with skilled tenacity, drawing maps across your skin with his pierced tongue, exploring your depths, fawning over your taste. “You’re so sweet, angelface. I could be down here all damn day.”

Hizashi got more excited when you started to moan—such a beautiful sound he never wanted to let come to an end. He suckled fiercely at your juicy entrance before he got to rolling his piercing around your blown-up bud. Your body shook. Greedily, you raised your ass to chase his mouth around and Hizashi had to buckle down on his hold of your thighs to keep you in place. 

“Mic,” you mewled, trying and failing to grind up against him. Your pussy was so flushed and he could tell you were getting close. “feelssogoood.” 

“Call me Hizashi, sweetheart,” he murmured into you, teasing you more with the reverberations of his low, lust-filled voice. “Think you can do that for me?” 

“Mmmmm ‘zashi…” 

Hizashi peered up over his tinted glasses to see you toying with your breasts, the camera pointing down at him. 

“Naughty girl,” he purred, prodding fingers sliding through your glistening folds. “I thought I told you to keep that camera on you.”

Your lips tugged up into a coy grin. “Couldn’t help it. You’re too handsome when you’re between my thighs…” 

“‘s that right?” Hizashi’s fingers pushed into your cunt and you groaned loudly. He curled into you, finding your g-spot immediately. Your free hand slammed into his bed and grasped violently at his sheets—jesus what a sensitive baby girl you were! “Turn the camera around, mama. I wanna see you.” 

Hizashi went back to eating you out with determined integrity. His tongue moved at a rapid pace while his fingers tucked against your walls over and over until he had you whimpering. Finally your back arched and you let out a long, pitiful moan and Hizashi felt your pussy spasm and flutter around his fingers. When he looked up, he saw that the camera was left abandoned on his bed and both of your hands were in your forehead. 

“Baby-girl,” he scolded, kissing your throbbing pussy. He moved up to pull your hands away from your face and frowned when you didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “Tell me you caught your big finish on film, mama. Tell me I get to see your solo later on.” 

Face flushing, you bit your lip. “Sorry.” 

Hizashi scoffed and pushed his slick-covered fingers into your ready mouth. “No, you’re not.” 

You shook your head and sucked your juices off his fingers. Hizashi pulsed against your thigh. 

“I thought you wanted to be my good girl,” he cooed, rubbing his index fingers against your damp bottom lip. He grabbed the camera and got off the bed. “C’mere.” 

You followed, eager and ready to be given more commands. He told you to get on your knees, and you did. The camera pointed down on you, waiting for you to comply without having to hear another one of Hizashi’s orders. Catching on, you undid his clanking, leather belt, pulled down his pants, and let his dick, dripping with pre-cum, spring loose. You took it into your soft hands. 

“Show that you can still be a good listener,” Hizashi told you. “Suck it—nice and slow baby.”

You licked up his shaft, once again making a good show out of it. You took your time coating him in your saliva with sloppy, languid kisses, paying close attention to the head of his sensitive cock. Your tongue rolled around him before you finally took him into your mouth. Your head bobbed down teasingly slow—so slow that Hizashi could help but grab your head and force you down further into his cock. 

“If you’re not gonna play nice, then I’m not gonna play nice, baby. That’s our deal.” 

You whimpered around him, but didn’t back down from the challenge. Instead, you chose to grab a sturdy hold of his hips to have a bit of control over him. He let go of his vice-grip on your head, but continued to play with your hair while he thrusted into your mouth. 

You were almost as skilled at giving head as he was; with practiced technique and the addition of you running your tongue along that thick vein he had running underneath his shaft, you had his balls tightening in no-time. 

“That’s—ahhh, fuck, that’s good sweetheart. That’s enough,” he assured, not wanting to spill out until the grand finale, but you didn’t let up. You grasped onto the base of his shaft and started pumping, ready to take him—all of him in. Hizashi didn’t know if you liked getting him riled up or if you were just over-excited, he was gonna fuck the living daylights out of you either way. To be fair, he liked that you could be a little naughty, but he wasn’t gonna let you run his whole show. 

Hizashi cursed and grabbed your head, pulling you off of his cock before it was too late. A string of saliva trailed from your lips to the tip of his shaft and he had the camera zoom in on it. 

“Beautiful,” he praised, lightly smacking your cheeks. “You almost had me there, hon. Just what kinda stunt are you tryna pull?” 

“No stunts,” you shot out in mock-humility, “I only wanna make you feel good.” 

“Oh yeah? Cuz to me it looks like you quite enjoy acting like a disobedient little bitch.” 

Hizashi watched your cheeks flush. Still, you didn’t miss a beat. “If you’re not gonna play nice, then I’m not gonna play nice, baby.” 

So. Fucking. Cute. Hizashi had to give it to you; he was not expecting the bratty ‘tude. The change in your temperament was riveting—enticing in a way that made him want to absolutely ruin you—to show you who the hero was in his little homemade movie. 

Hizashi brought himself down on you quickly. It took a moment to wrestle you to his bedroom floor, longer than it would have if he hadn’t been holding a camera, but he had you out in front of him with your ass pressed against his throbbing cock, staring into his floor-length mirror nonetheless. He had his hands woven into your hair—obviously the easiest way to control you, so he learned—and had you staring at your beautifully flustered expression in your reflection. 

Hizashi filmed himself sliding his cock against your sopping wet cunt, not yet entering you, but teasing you just enough to have you mewling for him to do so. The camera caught the torment on your face; he liked it and he was proud to know that he’d have it saved forever. 

“If you’re gonna act like a bitch, you’re gonna get fucked like a bitch. Got that?” He asked while his free hand slid down the curve of your sides. Your brows knitted together and you nodded. Hizashi’s tongue slid across his teeth as the head of his cock pressed into your entrance. He watched as your mouth fell open when he slid into you and—ohh fuck, god damn did you feel great. 

“So tight, babe,” Hizashi grunted, easing out of your constructive pussy. He thrusted back in and it wasn’t any easier to take the second time—even your fucking insides were perfect. “Didn’t think to warn me?” 

Your answer was a lengthy croon as if you hadn’t heard what he’d said. You weren’t so snarky when you were stuffed full of his cock, were ya? Hizashi thrusted into you and you yipped at the snap of his hips. So responsive. He smirked at you in the mirror and pulled you back by your hair so he could lean over and brush his lips across your neck. You shuddered when he whispered, “your ass is all mine, solid?” 

Hizashi did not start off at a charitable pace—no, he started drilling into you immediately. He was relentless in his endeavor to show you what was what. You were a noisy little thing, responding to every groove with a definitive plea, a sensual moan, a cracked out warble for more of him. He couldn’t stop grabbing your ass—it was perfect for the camera to see you fall back on his dick, to capture just how well you took him. He wanted to savor your sexy little peach. To him, this was a monumental fuck—top of the shelf, refined debauchery. Hizashi thanked the gods for modern technology and for you—the sweet little piece that you were. 

Hizashi pushed your head down as he mounted you tighter against him. He felt your squishy walls tighten around his pulsating member and let out a labored groan, fighting the urge to paint your walls in his hot, white seed. He wanted to claim you, to own you, to keep you here in his bedroom for whenever he needed to relieve himself. He baffled himself with the idea of starting a family full of rugrats with you. Holy shit, he felt like he could fall in love by just how well you fit around him. 

“Oh my god—oh my god, ‘Zashi, I’m-!” Your nails dug into his shag carpet as you panted and let out the cutest, broken squeal. Hizashi made sure to zoom in on your reflected face that was lost to euphoria this time around. It was fucking worth it. 

Hizashi gave out a raspy chuckle, only to be caught off-guard by the excruciating massage your rockin’ pussy was giving his dick. He let you ride out your climax for as long as he could before he had to pull out. He had to. If he didn’t, it would’ve ruined the movie. 

“Turn for me, sweetheart,” he urged, grunting as he pumped harshly at his cock. You did. “Open that slutty, little mouth.” 

Hizashi placed himself between your lips and let loose, blowing his hot load into your mouth. You hummed and Hizashi commanded you not to spit. 

“Show it to me, ma. Show me how much you love my cum.” 

You stuck your tongue out, displaying the proof of his love to the camera. 

“That’s so fucking hot, babe.” Hizashi caressed your burning cheeks. Hot. Hot. Hot. “Now swallow.” 

You gulped and grinned widely at him. “You taste so good,” you purred, eager to be praised. 

Hizashi pet your head, trailed a finger down to your jaw, to your chin, and tipped you up into a kiss. 

“Such a good listener,” he said and he turned the camera off. 

~

This might be getting a little excessive, but Hizashi popped the CD back into the computer and hit play. He watched that sweet girl strip for him for the seventh time that evening and it never failed to get him hard. 

“Damn, ma,” he muttered while watching you eagerly wiggle around his bed. He checked his phone to see that you still hadn’t responded to his text he’d sent three hours ago. You hadn’t spoken to him at all since this exchange and it burned him to think that the two of you could have had such a world-warping experience and you didn’t think to send him so much as a smiley face back when he told you he missed you. 

Hizashi began stroking himself with one hand, listening to that seraphic voice say, “maybe I just like you,” while flipping around on his phone to check your social media accounts with the other. 

He couldn’t find you. 

“What the fuck?” 

Hizashi checked again. Three more times. Nothing. 

Hizashi growled. This won’t do at all. You blocked him? Unbelievable. 

He was getting angry. He didn’t stop touching himself though. That woman on the screen was too hard to deny. He came fast and this time on his laptop when the camera was just on your face. He heard your moans from when he was going down on you. It was too easy to get him there when all he had to do was listen to you. 

He couldn’t help but think that maybe if he had come inside of you—a maddeningly dark feeling loomed over his shoulders. 

…

Hizashi had assets. He could find out where you lived. As a pro hero it wasn’t hard to track someone down—say they were up to no good and had to be watched. Closely. He could confront you—see what all this was about. He was pretty sure he took care of you; you came twice for God’s sake! He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

I’ll look into it, he promised himself, wiping off his computer screen. I’ll look into it as soon as I’m done watching this video. 

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[allthephils]

I Paid For a Goddamned Kilt

Rated E  (smut, pwp). 1896 words

Merry Christmas!

Excerpt: It’s hot and stifling under the kilt. The heavy wool tartan hangs over Phil’s head, making it hard to breathe and adding a layer of weight to his head as it bobs. Ask him later if it was worth it and he’ll say yes, absolutely yes.

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Phil is a practical man, and an introverted one, and one thing he has learned in his 32 years of life is that you can buy anything off the internet. Even a Christmas tree. This is the third year he’s ordered his tree this way and its third year he’s requested delivery by a very particular courier. All he wants is to open the door to a beautiful man with a gorgeous Nordman fir thrown over his shoulder. He imagined bulging biceps working hard to keep the tree supported. Maybe he’d get a peek at a strong thigh when he crouched to set the tree into its stand. So far though, he’s gotten no more than skinny jeans and a Santa hat. The view was still nice, to be fair, but it just wasn’t the same. 

 He wasn’t expecting much this year, unwilling to get his hopes up just to have them dashed once again. Still, there’s always a chance, so Phil’s hair is pushed to the side in a super casual style that takes him twice as long as normal to achieve, and his holiday jumper is simple and dark in color. Everyone says it suits him. He thinks he looks pretty hot.

 The little screen in the wall next to the door lights up when the bell rings. The tree takes up most of the screen but there’s a face looking up as well. It’s a good face, a pretty one, a hot one. Buzzing the door open, Phil stands by the door and tries to look chill. It occurs to him that staring at the delivery guy’s thighs is probably creepier than it had seemed in his head. He does his best to clear all the salacious thoughts from his head and he mostly succeeds. He is still Phil and his baseline is fairly high.

 Even though he knows it's coming, the knock startles him from his thoughts. When he opens the door, it’s like a dream. The third time really must be a charm because standing in the doorway is the most beautiful man Phil has ever seen. He’s tall, at least as tall as Phil with gorgeous eyes and a perfect mouth stretch into a wide smile. One big hand is wrapped around the trunk of tree, keeping it perfectly balanced on one broad shoulder. 

 Phil is speechless. He’s steps aside and watches the man walk past. Long legs extend beneath a green and black plaid kilt, complete with pin and sporran. Knee socks have never looked so sexy. They draw attention to the bare skin above, and he’s doing it, he’s staring at his thighs. They’re just so lovely, thick and strong and just a little hairy. He bends to align the trunk with the bowl of the stand and the muscles on the backs of those thighs tense as the kilt lifts slightly for a better view. Phil hears a sound escape his own throat, a very small, quiet squeak of a whimper and he’s mortified.

 “Did you say something?” The man says, tightening the thumbscrews to secure the tree. He’s fully squatting now, knees up, ass pushing out. It’s a nice ass, a nice taut round ass.

 “No,” Phil says, sounding pubescent. He clears his throat and puts on the deepest voice he can. “No, I didn’t. Need any help?”

 “Nope,” he says, “You’re all set, just needs water.”

 He stands and steps back to be sure the tree is straight and then turns to face Phil. His eyes twinkle, they really do, so deep and brown. He smiles again, briefly, but it drops away when his eyes wander lower. They move slowly, taking Phil in inch by inch down to his socked feet, and back again, pausing for a moment when they reach his crotch. 

 “Well,” he says, if there’s nothing else I can do for you…”

 He doesn’t look like a man about to leave. He’s leaning on the back of Phil’s sofa, ankles crossed, clearly in no hurry. He never does finish his sentence, just runs his hand through the back of his wavy hair and keeps his eyes on Phil. This is an opportunity and Phil is not going to let it pass him by. 

 “I do have a question,” Phil asks, “is it true, what they say about kilts?”

 The response is a quirked brow and the cutest little smirk. Phil’s not imagining the tension between them, that was definitely a flirt. 

 “I mean, I’ve heard that, traditionally, a kilt is worn on it’s own, like without pants.”

 “Oh you’ve heard that, huh?” He pulls himself up from where he’s leaning. “Hmm.” He’s moving toward Phil, sauntering, on display. 

 Phil keeps their eyes locked as the guy gets closer. He holds his ground, unflinching, chest out, and chin up. He’s not posturing, he’s just turned on. It will only take a glance downward for that fact to become clear.

 They’re face to face, a foot apart. Phil’s tips his head, leaning back at bit to get a look at the kilt. His eyes flit to rose colored lips and his own lips ache to lean in. 

 “So are you a traditional man?”

 Brown eyes lower and Phil’s eyes follow them to hem of the kilt. It’s moving, raising, inching up as the man bunches the fabric in his long fingers. Impulsively, Phil reaches forward and places a hand on the man’s exposed hip. He slides it back and around until he’s got a handful of luscious naked flesh. The man has no choice but to stumble forward into Phil, their lips colliding in a kiss that starts rough and messy but slows into something sensuous. They kiss like they’ve done it for years. It’s perfect, hot and wet but slow and teasing too.

 There’s no way he doesn’t feel Phil erection, pressed as he is against him. He’s got an arm around Phil, holding him so tight, putting those biceps to better use. Phil’s free hand has found its way up the front of the man’s jumper. He could do this for hours, kissing and holding and touching skin, squeezing that plump ass in his hands. But that’s not the fantasy that played in his head three years ago when he checked the box requesting his tree be delivered by a person in a kilt.

 And so, he pulls away, just enough to get the arm around his waist to loosen its grip a bit. Looking down, he hopes to see an obscene tent in his favorite, plaid. Turns out, there’s nothing obvious happening, just a little change in the angle of the leather pouch hanging in front of what feels like a present now that Phil’s about to unwrap it. He kisses him a few times more, softly on the lips, then firmly on the throat. He pulls the collar of his black jumper aside and kisses the muscular curve where his shoulder meets his neck, dips his tongue into the dip of his collarbone. This earns him a gasp, a desperate huff, and quick stilted moan.

 Phil can’t wait any more. He drops to his knees. 

 His hands caress over the man’s calves, up the backs of his knees, continue until they grip his thighs under the kilt. Phil loves thick thighs. He spends some time dragging his fingertips up and down, feeling the places that give and the places where the muscles ripple. Sitting back on his heels, he dips his head under the hem of the kilt and kisses one meaty thigh. When he bites down, a hand is suddenly in his hair, gripping, but not pulling him away. A low fuck reaches his ears, muffled by fabric. It’s the hottest sound. 

 The inside of his thighs are soft against Phil’s lips. He has opened his legs some to make room and Phil bites and licks and kisses, finding his way in the dark, eyes closed because he can’t see anything under here anyway. His mouth travels higher and higher until his cheek brushes something warm and soft, an unmistakable musty fragrance awakening something in Phil that he loves. He opens his mouth and sucks the pliable skin, drawing the balls into his mouth one at a time with a gentle suck. His nose prods at the base of what can only be a very pretty dick. He licks, wondering when he’ll reach the tip, until he does. It’s wet and it tastes so good. It shouldn’t taste good, it’s bitter and sharp but god, it’s delicious. There’s some kinda chemistry here.

 Phil’s mind has gone full primal, the only thought is more. More ass, more skin, more dick, more cum. He really wants to taste his cum. His tongue is dipping and tasting, into his slit, along his foreskin, pulled back tight. He swirls it dripping wet around the head and finally lets his lips go where they want to go, sinking down until he’s taken all he can.

 It’s hot and stifling under the kilt. The heavy wool tartan hangs over Phil’s head, making it hard to breathe and adding a layer of weight to his head as it bobs. Ask him later if it was worth it and he’ll say yes, absolutely yes. 

 His mouth is loose and wet. This is just for him, he loves the feel of a dick on his tongue, the slide of his lips as they bump over the head. And now it’s nice and wet so he can reach up, under the kilt and stroke while he sucks. A burst of cool hits Phil’s neck as the kilt flies up. He can only assume he’s being watched. Tipping his head to allow for a better view, he drags his tongue up the side, just for show before covering the tip with his mouth and getting to work. His jaw aches, his cock is throbbing, neglected in his jeans, and from above, heavy shaking breaths tell him not to stop. Just a little more. There’s a light rock in the man’s hips and Phil hums. He stops moving, mouth still open on the head, lips tight. He’s settled back on his heels, head back and he’s just still. It takes a moment but soon he feels him move, fucking Phil’s mouth in quick shallow thrusts. A minute later, those lovely wide hips stutter and he cums onto Phil’s tongue. He holds it there for just a moment before swallowing, eyes closed, licking his lips just in case.

 He doesn’t get up or open his eyes. He needs a minute to take it all in, to revel in it.

 “Fuck Phil.” 

 Finally, Phil looks up. The kilt has fallen back down. It’s almost like nothing happened, except the face looking down at him looks totally blissed out. 

 “Still think it’s a dumb idea?” Phil asks.

 “Nope. Not dumb. Such a good idea.” He reaches down to help Phil up, kisses his cheek and rests his head on Phil’s shoulder. “You’re very smart and I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

 Phil laughs. “Thanks for humoring me,” he says, “you look hot in that kilt. Let’s go bed and you can return the favor.”

 “Kay,” Dan says, dazed. He pulls off his jumper and steps out of his shoes before heading toward their bedroom.

 Phil watches Dan walk away for just a second. “And don’t you dare take off that kilt.”

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Review Response, June 21-27, 2020

Well, I guess the DE update doesn’t exist. So I’ll see that story again in Valentine’s Day.

But a miracle has happened in this week, so... yay!

Destiny #017

1)  Hi! I know, long time no see. I’m incredibly sorry for not reviewing sooner, but I guess better late than never, huh? In any case I’m here to stay! Reading this chapter reminded me of how interesting this story really is and I can’t wait to read more. But seeing as it’s been some time I’m going to reread it in order to freshen my memory (I decided to review anyways since I can still review the quality of your fic, which is as I remember, very good). I admit when Peter first mentioned that Ruby was easy to control because of his lack of control over his emotions (and whatnot) unlike Sapphire, I was a bit confused. Wouldn’t it be the other way? I thought to myself, but then I remembered that Sapphire had done some growing up herself. She might’ve not had as much control previously but she certainly does now. As this was kinda proven later on when she was contemplating on what emotion she should be feeling at the moment. And this can be seen as indecision, but I rather thought that this was proving your previous statement correct and that this was her way of finding a little control of the situation. Speaking of what happened a bit later, I was pleasantly surprised of Blue sparing Sapphire’s sanity. I always had hope in Blue despite her obvious turning... but this really proves that Blue can (and most likely will) realize that despite Peter’s kindness she’ll have to betray him because what he’s doing simply isn’t right. I realize now that she probably also followed him because of him brainwashing her, but I can’t remember this particular detail... damn maybe I should’ve reread this before reviewing. Ah well, I’m this far into it anyways. In any case, although this chapter was short I fully enjoyed it. Especially Y’s inner monologue at the end. I do have a soft spot for light angst :’) (I’m sure you can call it that, right...?) so, thank you!

WELCOME BACK!! Yes, it’s always better late than never. After all, as I said before...

I’LL WAIT A THOUSAND SUMMERS!

For Ruby and Sapphire’s “control” issue, I was actually thinking about their little Hidden Power interaction. Sapphire has strong intuition and instincts, and is in full control of her senses. Or at least that was a part of it, anyways. This chapter was written years ago, so I don’t remember all the details. Hehe.

As for Blue... There’s a little character arc for her across all of my stories. If you read my stories in order of creation, you can kind of see it. First is when she’s neglected and is just rolling with it while feigning cheeriness (SE/SA/SR), but then it just piles up and she goes into depression (SA/SL/Destiny), then she kind of snaps and goes rampant (SL/Destiny), then she finds the one piece of true happiness in her life and starts to turn it around (Destiny), and eventually successfully attains happiness and stays that way (Destiny/Legacy). So you’re at the moment in Destiny where Blue has gone rampant but is trying to turn it around.

... I think I need to reread this story too. Hehe. I don’t really remember what happens in each chapter... except for a certain few, that is.

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Destiny #018

1)  That’s... awful... Poor Y, who was already suffering so much, both physically and mentally. She didn’t even get to hear X say what he wanted to say to her. And if they don’t meet again she’d live the rest of her life not truly knowing where she stood with X. Always filled with guilt. Such is the sadness of the situation, but I can still hope! Hope that Y will meet X again and he’ll be able to tell her his thoughts. Though come to think of it, poor X too. He’ll have to speak with his seniors and he’s obviously really uncomfortable with that and doesn’t even have Y around to help him. Welp, to go to another depressing topic there’s also Sapphire’s situation to discuss. It is at the point not that disobeying Peter *would* be interfering with his plans, since it’s crucial that Sapphire be broken. Will Blue be able to disobey? Impossible to know, you can only hope that she does. On another topic, after rereading the fic (oh god I’d forgotten how long this was, it’s truly amazing the dedication you’ve had for this fic) I kept thinking back to Peter’s “blank eyes” you mentioned in the earlier chapters. This is a vague and rather shoddy theory, but the only thing I could think that would be the cause of the blankness is him being brainwashed as well. This is rather obvious, but this leads to who might be brainwashing him. Clearly this would be someone (or something..?) that would benefit from the restoration of the legendary’s and this would bring us to suspect #1: Zygarde. Now, I haven’t actually read the XY arc nor played the game (ik ik but I can still have a fellow feeling for X and Y) so I don’t know what this dude is capable of, but I can assume that this is within the realm of possibilities. And it would make sense with the whole blinking lights thing that Blue noticed that was going on a couple chapters ago. ‘Cause I mean, why else would this random guy help the legendaries, it’s all just a bit too sketchy. I am no detective, so I think these are fairly obvious, but they’re all I have going for me right now. This was a lovely chapter (writing of course, I can hardly apply that to the atmosphere), and I can’t wait to read the next one.

Poor Y indeed. Really. Poor Y... hehehe...

Destiny’s not THAT long, is it? ... 220 000 words... well, it’s not longer than SA which has 225 000, but... that difference is practically negligible. ... I wonder how long Legacy would end up... Anyways.

I don’t know if it’s obvious or not. I have a hard time with that. Sometimes I put in obvious hints in my stories and no one catches on. Sometimes I put vague hints in my stories and no one catches on. So I can’t tell if it’s subtle or blatant. I think for the Mega Hunter, there were a lot of subtle and blatant ones.

Now for Zygarde... well, the Neural Para... er... mind control is not really in its arsenal. Destiny’s plans were written shortly after XY games were released. Zygarde was kind of worthless there, but given what happened with Kyurem, I suspected that it would get a cooler new form. But then in SM, it turned out that its cooler new form was just a massive health buff. And it still gets annihilated by Xerneas, so... pfft. But I think I used its signature moves pretty well. Especially, say... Core Enforcer. Hahaha.

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Destiny #019

1)  Ok, first of all, WHAT KINDA QUESTION IS THAT? How can I choose? Both options of your review survey thing are so sad... but after a moment’s thought, I think the second option is better. If Y were to continuously push herself then she’d just die. End of story. But with the second option, although incredibly risky and kinda pointless for X to go save her, the chances of them both staying alive are possibly higher, and Y would know Ax’s true feelings. This I think, would be what you referred to as the “happy ending”. Unless you actually said it outright that it’s the opposite and I just completely missed it. But anyways I’ve spent enough on Y’s situation lmao. I think I might switch over to Blue now, because something has been nagging me for a while. I feel like slapping this woman. I know she’s partially under the control of Peter (or assuming that my previous theory is correct, Zygarde’s), but, murder? Thankfully she admitted this chapter that she was, in fact, NOT wanting to murder anyone. But when she let anger blind her she was quite willing to do away with Green. And she has reason! Was Green did to her was beyond shitty, but killing him is just a little overtop. And she tried to justify it by saying, “Peter is the only one that has been kind to me” so it’s ok that I betray even my closest friends whom I’ve known for years even if I haven’t kept much in contact (besides Silver smh). She clearly knows what Peter is doing is wrong and while I don’t think that anyone is a saint and everyone makes mistakes, I’m still thinking “come on”. Plus, it’s not difficult to see how Peter’s kindness is really just a way to benefit him. Though I can let that one slide since it’s easy to fool yourself. Despite all that, later on in the chapter after feeling annoyance at Blur for seriously trying to blame Y for wanting to give X back *his* Mega Ring (plus why do they call it ring) just because it’d been a gift to her (and reminding myself that she also had reason to feel that way but whatever) it was very nice to see her being selfless. Which might be an awful thing to ask of her now, but it was the right thing to do. And that’s gratifying on its own, right? I feel as if these reviews have started to just be me ranting at this point. Can you still enjoy these..? But honestly there isn’t much to review at this point. I’ve touched a lot on your actual writing in past reviews, and since it’s the same fic the style hasn’t exactly change. Though I can still admire how seamlessly you seem to write, even while changing point of views. Quickly changing scenes from something a little peaceful, to a battle, which you are able to describe in detail and yet still be engaging. Ah, I got kind of sidetracked, didn’t I? In any case all I have yet to do is speculate what’s going to happen next, but alas, I have no idea. I assume there’s a somewhat happy ending, with a final battle with Peter and the legendaries, not to mention the plot twist. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Huh? ... Oh right. The review survey. Hahaha. Second option, huh? I think I remember most people choosing that option. But... if you look at the choices, it seems pretty clear, right? And I just love to break expectations. Hehe...

Now, as for what’s happening with Blue, it’s explored a lot more in the upcoming chapters, with everything being explained in... 25? 26? And I do believe that all the issues you have will be resolved.

Hehe. Asking a girl, who after being neglected for years is finally trying to find some happiness for herself, to be selfless? How awful! Hahaha.

Of course I still enjoy these! Despite being called “reviews”, they’re more like “comments”, really. Just tell me what you liked about each chapter, what you didn’t like, what you hope to see in the future, what you don’t want to see, and/or just your thoughts/feelings while reading. So precisely what you’ve been doing already. It’s fine~! :)

I greatly look forward to seeing more!

[pinktatertots99]

-flops- I'm booooooooooooooooored and wanna get back to my writing roots so take this nice fic I wrote that's an au sinny @sugarpinkbloodtea has and I love it sm I had to write something for it. it was an idea i got last night and had for a while.

au: mad scientist qi/assistant liang with brought back to life jiang shi upa in it a little bit later.

synops: you really gotta love the brains sometimes in this oddball of a scientist, or least, his assistant would if his big brain got his hints.

rating: T for suggestive shit.

watching the micro-organisms through his microscope, the scientist was writing his searches not even really looking at the notepad he wrote down. the scratchings of the pencil on paper and his concentration muffling the already silent footsteps coming towards him.

"late studying again?" he jumped, magenta eyes moving from the blue and oddly colored organisms to the candle-lit peach colored eyes staring at him. he chuckled. "ah, eheh well, you can't really stop science."

"you can least schedule it for later."

"...why do you have a candle? I have a lamp on you know?" he asked motioning to the already on lamp and gaining an eye roll. "the hallways and most of this old shang period architect weren't built with built in lights or an electrical battery that only goes to this lab so forgive me for going old fashioned."

"your forgiven." qi dismissed already back to his research, fuming the young assistant into smacking him upside the head. instead he gently put the candle down as he looked through the curtained window to the brightly lit moon that could almost easily light up the whole room.

"do you know what time of the night it already is?"

"eh? ahhh what're you worrying bout?" looking up to see him staring outside he smirked. "worried a werewolf will turn up?"

liang glared. "those don't exist."

"yeah well neither did jiang shi for a long while but look at the kid sleeping in the next room down." he joked gaining another eyeroll at the sarcasm. "why did I even come down here?" liang mumbled to himself as the other was distracted with work again, moving away from the window and back at the other. his body leaned down to show the almost spandex looking pants, the small white vest loosely almost draped over him as he wore it, making him shudder lightly before he could continue. "anyways, it's getting late. just wrap it up for the time being."

"you never were this pushy to get me to get off work before." the scientist stated matter of factly. "what? you worried bout me?~" he then felt a gentle hold around his neck, lean and firm body leaning onto his side with the assistant's head close to his ear.

"maybe. or maybe I was hoping to be...your project for the night."

he could feel his ear burning as if the other blew a small fire at them, which definitely sounded like the case with his preposition. moving away from his wok he could feel the other moving with him, looking up at him with that flustered but determined look in his face. he smirked and put an arm around the raven's night uniform covered waist.

"well gee, who knew I was neglecting some vital information, good to know I have you to inform me of some needed work to be done~."

moving the lid off his coffin upa stared up at the roof of the room he was in. sitting up and taking in the friendly plants set up in his room, some half dead from his unintentional sleep feeding. the moon illuminating his room he stared to the door of the room.

'...can't sleep.' he thought to himself, getting out of his coffin and sliding the door open. walking down the halls with a small skip as he did. looking around the mostly dark and large building with the moon being one of the few things to help him not to trip on anything.

looking through the kitchen, the oddly abandoned lab that usually had an almost insomniac scientist in it, he continued his bored travel throughout the residence, pausing at the sound of creeking upstairs.

moving up them he looked at the hallway of extra rooms, the creeking coming from one at the end of the hall. 'what is that?' he thought to himself as he made his way to the hallway's end, the door to the room being open just a crack to hear the creeking sound from it. moving a hand to the slide-

"h..."

"speechless?~"

"sh...shut up. didn't..."

"expect it?~ maybe me...being enclosed to my studies, really sh-hah-shows how m-much, you've been needing this, huh?~"

he could feel the motion of the bed moving with annoyed but pleasured grunts coming from inside but the younger didn't bother to figure out who as he quickly made his way away from the room and back to his own.

walking into the sun illuminated kitchen upa kept his head down as qi and liang were in the middle of cooking and some sarcastic arguing.

"it wasn't that bad and you-"

"shh quiet you atleast have the decency to not sound so brash over it-"

"still weren't complaining-"

both paused at the sound of upa pulling the chair to the table out and sitting in it.

"eyyy kiddo. so uh, how was your night?" liang jabbed qi's arm as the other yelped. "er sleep that's what I meant. eheh." he glared at liang as he massaged his arm.

the blueheaded jiang shi looked to the table top. "...I'm never, going on nightly walks, again." he mumbled out stilted, gaining confused looks from the two who shrugged it off as they continued with the morning.

[springpinwheel-blog]

Mark’s Cheesy Love Quote 🧀

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: a slice of fluff

Summary: “Love is the 7th sense that destroys all the 6 senses and makes the person believe non-sense” ; you leaned on him because he understood and he supported you because you were also carrying the same weight he was carrying.

Word count: 3242

A/N: mark is such a cutie patootie. this boy deserves more rest! (credits to the rightful owners of these lovely gifs and pictures, because for sure I can’t make these to save my life).

Mark was humming to himself to the music that was blasting through his earbuds as he made his way towards the lounge area in SM building. NCT U had just finished having a meeting regarding their next comeback and while the older members went to go practice or grab lunch, Mark decided to find a place to relax. He usually sat in this one spot near the window where it had the best view and the armchair was incredibly comfortable.

 He nodded his head at the SM trainees that passed by him and smiled behind his mask as the girls giggled to one another before bowing. It wasn’t necessary for him to still wear a disguise indoors, but decided to keep it on so he wouldn’t have to take it off and put it on again. As his lounging spot came into view, he noticed that it was already taken.

 You were the composer for the new girl group that had recently debuted a couple months ago and you were working hard on coming up with new lyrics for their new song. Mark actually recognized you, because you and Taeyong had worked on several songs from their latest album that was released. You didn’t talk much, but when you did you had incredible ideas and what you composed became magic.

 It was no wonder the new girl group grew famous from their first single - they had an incredible composer like you making their music.

 He wondered why you didn’t become an idol when he clearly knew you could sing as well - from his opinion, you were really pretty despite not wearing a lot of makeup and you had the capabilities to become an idol. If SM entertainment hired you to be a composer because of your skills then obviously you matched up to their standards of being a singer too.

 Mark immediately noticed something was off when he got closer to you. You paid no attention to him because you had your eyes closed with earbuds blasting some melodies into your ears. The sunlight beaming through the window hit the high points of your features and despite some blemishes here and there, Mark thought you looked incredibly gorgeous. His standards of beauty weren’t high and he didn’t really talk about his ideal type of girl since it didn’t really matter to him at the time.

 He pulled out his earbuds and pondered whether or not to leave you alone or just find another place to sit. Noticing that the seat behind you was empty, he decided to sit there - the chair wasn’t as comfortable as the one you were sitting on, but Mark didn’t really mind at that point. As soon as he sat down, a certain sound made him slightly panicked.

Soft sniffs reached his ears and he felt himself become slightly saddened.

 Your phone suddenly rang and you wiped away your tears before pulling out your earbuds and answering it.

 “Hello?”

 “Hey, how far are you on those lyrics?” One of the other composers that took part in the new song asked - they weren’t pressuring you at all, but since the date of the song release was coming near, everyone was on edge.

 “It’s coming along… It might not be what you guys expect it to be though…” You murmured softly, staring at the black scribbles on the papers in front of you.

 “That’s fine. Whatever you compose usually becomes a big hit! Don't worry too much about it, okay? We can work our way around it. If anything, I’ll bring what I’ve written to our next meeting and we can figure out how to put the song together.”

 “That would be great. Thank you…”

 “Good luck! I’ll check on you in a little bit.”

 Once the phone call was over, you placed the phone on the table and let out a shaky sigh.

 “Damn it… I can’t do this… What am I doing with this song?” You groaned to yourself, feeling a new set of tears threatening to spill. “I ruined it…”

Everyone was nice to you and treated you like family, but it was during the times where you were suffering mentally the most that you felt that you were becoming a burden to everyone - you were one of the best composers in SM and you worked day and night to come up with new songs.

 What the people in SM didn’t know, besides one person you had confided in recently, was that you were going through some tough times by yourself that needed to be attended to but neglected to do so. You agreed to take the job, knowing the risks, but obviously stress came with every job - it caught onto you faster than you could prepare yourself and the feeling of loneliness without your family and friends from home strangled you inside.

 You didn’t know many people in SM that you were close enough to disclose personal information and feelings to - the girl group you composed for had other things on their plate than your worries and the staff you communicated with had their own jobs to worry about. When you were composing with Taeyong, you actually had a moment where you could freely talk to him; he became a friend that you could confide in and an older brother you could talk to.

 You wanted to call Taeyong to talk to him about the things you were going through mentally, but you were still at that stage that you didn’t want to bother him.

 The song you were trying to compose ended up being a lot sorrowful than the concept it was supposed to be - the girls were supposed to have this bright and girly concept, but this song was way too depressing. So now you were panicking, because you couldn’t conjure up positive feelings.

 Mark bit the bottom of his lips as he heard you crying again.

 It pained him a lot to hear that how discouraged you were despite being such a good songwriter. But then again, he knew that being alone and working by yourself to make other songs for other people was extremely difficult - especially if the people who love you and support you are far away. Mark didn’t know what that was like since he had his members with him and his fans, but you didn’t have that leisure because the people who loved your songs didn’t really know who you were besides a name to a list of credits.

 He stood up from his seat, not being able to sit there without doing nothing to help you.

 You were surprised when you saw someone standing near you with a sad look in his eyes. Feeling slightly concerned and panicked, you quickly wiped away your tears.

 “Sorry...I um… I kind of was here for the past ten minutes…” Mark apologized awkwardly, trying not to make you feel uncomfortable by staring at you. He didn’t know where to look so he placed his gaze on your music sheets. The amount of scribbles on the papers broke his heart - you were trying to come up with a new song from scratch.

 “I-It’s okay… I wasn’t b-bother to you, was I…?” You sniffed and gave him an apologetic look. “I must be pretty weird...just crying out of nowhere…”

 “No, it’s not weird at all,” Mark shook his head before hesitating if it was okay to sit down in front of you or not. You noticed how awkward it was to just have him stand and motioned for him to sit down. He did and put his earbuds and phone away to the side. “-I’m Mark.”

 “I know who you are,” You chuckled softly. “-you’re the boy who keeps debutting.”

 Mark let out a sheepish laugh with pink cheeks before nodding.

 “That’s me… You’re Y/N, right? You and Taeyong-hyung worked on some of our songs together a while back.”

 “Yeah, I’m surprised you remember my name…”

 “Who wouldn’t? You’re one of the best songwriters in SM,” Mark grinned. “-you’re famous around here.”

 “Well...I’m about to be not famous anymore after this song…” You let out a soft sigh, turning your attention back to the music sheets in front of you. “I’m trying to come up with a song that matches a bright and girly concept. Instead, I came up with a monstrous sad excuse for a song…”

 “Hey, it doesn’t matter who you’re writing the song for,” Mark frowned slightly. “-you are an incredible composer nonetheless, right? Do you mind if I take a look at it?”

 You hesitated before opening your lyrics folder and handed him the neat sheet of papers. Mark seriously read though the lyrics and you even let him listen to an audio demo you were working on. He hummed and even sang to the song softly to himself.

 Mark was in love with the song - it showed the hardships you were going through and your actual feelings at the moment. The whole piece was not a sad excuse for a song at all; it was a unique work of art and the whole meaning of the song was relatable. He looked up at you as you were staring at him in anticipation; as soon as both of your eyes met, Mark could see this discomforting loneliness and sadness reflected from your eyes while you saw nothing more than amazement in his.

 “This song is amazing, Y/N… You don't need to scrap it and make a new one. This song is perfect.”

 “But...the concept-”

 “Screw the concept,” Mark grinned. “-instead… how about you make this song for me?”

 “W-What? B-But there aren’t any rap parts in my song…”

 “I can write some in to fit your lyrics and you can sing the ballad part.”

 “Wait, Mark...I-I can’t sing…” You murmured softly, rubbing your arm nervously.

 “Your recordings say otherwise,” He held up your phone with a chuckle. “-let’s try it out and see. I can ask my hyungs to see if they can help you with the other song for the girls. We’ll help you get through this.”

 Despite only knowing Mark for a short amount of time, he had proven to you to be a great confinement. He understood your feelings and provided the support you needed to feel confident again. You agreed to his suggestion and exchanged numbers to work on it.

 After a week and a half of working on the cheerful song with NCT and on your collaboration with Mark, you found yourself in a predicament - it was safe to say Mark was growing on you and you couldn’t help but stick to him for comfort. You smiled a lot more with him and he managed to bring out the optimistic side of you.

 “You didn’t tell me you knew how to draw.” Mark leaned over your shoulder as you were preparing to record a music video with your drawings and the song; SM agreed and finalized everything so that it was okay for you to go through with the collaboration.

 “It’s not that good so I didn’t bother telling you… My hand is cramping up though,” You sighed, placing the marker down beside the whiteboard before stretching. There were staff members who helped out with the recording, but they were taking a break while you practiced drawing some scenes out. “-I’ve been here for about four hours already.”

 Mark moved closer to you and suddenly took your hand in his. Your eyes widened and you quickly became flustered as he started massaging your hands gently.

 “You’re doing great,” he smiled softly. “-you know… this is going to officially be your first debut.”

 “And it’s going to be like your fourth debut.” You stated, making him laugh. “I don't know, Mark… What if I’m not ready…? The song is perfect like you said and this music video is going to be great as soon as it’s edited, but...what if people don't like it?”

 “No way. They’re going to love it. Stop doubting yourself, okay? You got this in the bag, Y/N. I believe in you.”

 Mark’s words got to you and motivated you to feel a bit more confident in yourself. After the music video shooting, the editors and directors went through each clip to edit them while you were free for the whole day to relax. Mark stayed with you the entire time (sometimes some of his group members would drop by to check on us from time to time) and treated you to fried chicken.

 Both of you sat in the dance studio with two boxes of fried chicken, a liter of soda and a side of fries and ate them in peace, conversing from different topics.

 “Hey kiddos!” Johnny appeared with Taeyong as they both took a seat near you two. “How come you didn’t invite us to eat chicken?!”

 “It’s obvious we were interrupting their ‘date’,” Taeyong muttered the last part, frowning at Johnny for making him stay as well. “-I’ll buy you fried chicken later if you still want to eat it.”

 “I just wanted to check up on them and see how they’re doing,” Johnny grinned before turning to you. “-Y/N, you should join us for dinner tomorrow night. We’re gonna go get BBQ to commend you guys for upcoming launch of the single.”

 “If that’s okay with you guys, I don't mind.” You smiled happily.

 “Did you guys need anything else?” Mark arched an eyebrow in suspicion - Taeyong might not have an agenda, but he felt like Johnny had some sort of devious plan in mind.

 “I just wanted to say… MARK LIKES YOU AND THINKS YOU’RE INCREDIBLY GORGEOUS BYE. LET’S GO TAEYONG. SEE YOU LATER MARK. BWAHAHA.” 

Johnny blurted out loud and Taeyong’s eyes widened as well as Mark’s.

 Mark’s jaw dropped in disbelief and you just stared at Johnny running out of the studio in a panic.

 “I’ll go take care of it…” Taeyong sighed and stood up carefully. “Have fun, kids! And don't worry about Johnny.”

 Once Taeyong left, there was a very awkward and embarrassing tension in the air. You blinked in confusion as to what had happened and turned to Mark whose entire face was bright red.

 “Um…”

 “...I’m sorry… I wasn’t planning on having you find out that way…” Mark muttered softly, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I was going to wait a while longer since we’re so busy…”

 “You...like me?” You felt your own cheeks turn hot.

 “Y-Yeah…I think it was that first day we officially met that I became interested in you…” His face turned bright red as he tried to look anywhere besides you. “I admired your talent… and I guess after we started talking and working on that song together, I started...um...developing feelings for you…”

 You couldn’t find yourself to look at Mark either at the sudden confession.

 “O-Oh…”

 To be honest, you didn’t really take too much interest in guys; not since you became close to Mark of course. He was the first guy that you could be yourself and be comfortable around; he was also the reason you became friends with the members of NCT as well. You opened up more and you started to see the boys as your second family.

 Now that you knew Mark had feelings for you… You didn’t know what to do; it was your first time being confessed to. Sure, you thought Mark was cute and that he made you warm and at home sometimes, but because you two were merely just friends, you didn’t think much about anything romantic or more intimate.

 Mark slowly turned his gaze to you at your short reply to see that you were just blushing furiously; you were speechless and you were so clueless of what to do. He thought you were insanely cute, but at the same time, he didn’t know what you were thinking or if you felt the same way. Instead of jumping to conclusions, he took it slow and made sure not to make you feel uncomfortable.

 “Do you...like me too?” He asked softly.

 “I-I uh….um…” You stumbled over your words, unable to form coherent sentences. “A-Ah...I...I do… b-but this is just so sudden...I didn’t think you’d… f-feel that way about me…”

 “W-We don't have to do anything! I don't...I don't want to make you awkward… I wanted to wait a bit before I told you...because I knew you had no interest in boys o-or relationships…”

 “U-Um… h-how about we just s-start off with some d-dates…?” Your ears were literally burning and bright red; you had no intentions of rejecting Mark, but at the same time you wanted to get to know him a bit more before jumping into the whole relationship-and-what-happens-afterwards aspect.

 “Do you...want to go see a movie later then?” Mark asked, his voice suddenly getting a bit higher in anxiousness; he cleared his throat embarrassingly and smiled shyly. “I-I know you’ve been wanting to go watch that superhero movie…”

 “That would be great actually…” You smiled shyly back and he let out a laugh.

 Sitting at the same spot near the window in the lounge area, you continued to focus on composing a new song that you’d be singing with Doyoung, Jaehyun and Taeil that would be a part of NCT’s upcoming mini album. It’s been six months since your first mv with Mark released and you received a lot of recognition for your talent at both composing and singing. You debuted as a solo artist a couple weeks afterwards with another song that Mark helped you come up with and since then, you’d been busy.

 You mostly sang with NCT members, but there were some times where other idols in Red Velvet or EXO would ask you to sing with them in a duet or unit and you’d agree to do so. In your free time when you weren’t out performing at on different music shows or concerts, you were writing songs or spending time with Mark when he wasn’t busy.

 You leaned over to the table to pick up some lyrics you had written earlier to see if you needed to add anything else and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed someone else’s handwriting at the bottom.

 “The first day you came into my life, I realized you will stay here until the end. I will love you until the end of time.”

 A smile grew on your face as you looked at the occupied seat in front of you. Mark was taking a nap after staying up late helping Taeyong come up with new rap lyrics for one of the songs on the mini album. He looked so precious and innocent when he was asleep; the sunlight hit the high points of his cheeks and you giggled softly at the boy you had grow to adore the past couple months you two were together.

 Placing your laptop on the table quietly and carefully, you got up from your seat and tip toed over to Mark. You tucked back a strand of your hair that fell from your face to behind your ear and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips; pulling back with a shy smile, you gently fixed his messy bangs and whispered an ‘I love you’ before going back to your seat to continue working.

[letmeletmetrashyourlove]

Indiana

Summary: One argument leads to another. Billy betrays his childhood sweetheart’s trust. 

Authors Note: Written with the song Konstantine by Something Corporate in mind. 

REQUESTS OPEN

PART TWO

I like song requests like this one, I can just kinda write as it comes to me instead of trying to go off a promt.

FEEDBACK ALWAYS APPRECIATED, ESPECIALLY IF YOU DIDNT LIKE IT. I always strive to make my work better (seriously, you can roast me if you want to )

I swallowed my pride as I shoved my hands into my pockets. Billy and I argued when he told me he was moving to Indiana. I made accusations that it was because of him getting into trouble at school. A switch in him just flipped when he discovered his parent's split. He had never been a particularly sociable guy, always explicit and abrasive. But he diverted from carrying it inside to taking out on other people. I couldn’t even count on all my fingers how many quarrels he had gotten into at school in the past year. One kid bumped into him in the hallway and he lost it, knocking the poor boy to the ground and breaking his nose. It was some kind of blessing that the principal hadn't expelled him yet. Or maybe it was the fact that his father came in and berated the principal every time there was trouble. His new stepsister and I met only a handful of times. She was sweet, and honestly, hilarious. Billy didn’t see her in the same light that I did. He regarded her as a pest, somewhat to blame for the separation.

Despite all that happened, we were childhood friends that grew into something more. I always had his back, and he always had mine. Whether or not we stayed together, I needed to apologize for what I said.

I tiptoed up the steps, peering in through the window. There was Billy, on the couch with another girl. His pants were discarded, and she straddled his lap.

Everything we’d gone through together flashed through my mind as I neglected to avert my eyes.

I rang the doorbell, causing them both to jump. I presented myself in the window, throwing them the middle finger before taking off back towards my car. Yelling burst from inside the house until Billy stumbled out, still struggling to pull his jeans on over his legs.

     “Y/N, wait!” He called.

    “No.” I growled, whirling around to face him  “No.”

I backed away from Billy as he approached me with his arms open. Neither of us knew what to say.

    “Y/N.” He uttered, tears springing into his eyes.

    “No. No, no. No, no, no, no, no.” I repeated, my brain not able to come up with anything more substantial. I placed one hand over my mouth as the tears sprang out onto my cheeks.

    “That wasn’t what you thought it was.” He insisted, reaching out for my hand.

    “No! Don’t- Don’t fucking touch me.” I cried, swatting his hand away and turning on my heels, sprinting away from him.

    “Y/N!?” He screamed after me, following me close behind.

My mind reeled, flying back to all those nights we had spent on my couch with him sobbing into my shoulder about his father beating him senseless. Cleaning him up after fights. Laughing while watching movies. Playing boring ass board games that always ended in us making out. Attempting to do group projects that always ended in us arguing. Falling asleep on each other after a long day. Our blissfully oblivious innocence had suddenly been ripped out from underneath me like a rug, sending me into a freefall.

Was any of that even real? Was he pulling the same shit on other girls? Was I not enough for him? Was I his first choice or was I further down the list?

He caught my wrist, pulling me back toward him. I pushed off his chest, trying not to show the tears that were streaming down my face.

    “Let go of me!” I exclaimed, straining against his grip. He never once laid a hand on me in a way I wouldn’t want. He feared turning into his father, but that fear had either gone, or was buried deep under his emotional trauma.  

    “Please, please, don’t go.” He pleaded, “Please, you’re the love of my life.”

    “Fuck you.” I spat through gritted teeth, yanking my wrist out of his grip as I pulled my keys from my bag and got into my car.

I laid on the horn as I threw the car into reverse, speeding off down the road. The headlights turned into starbursts as the tears flew from my eyes. I frantically wiped them away as I blew through at least one stop sign on the way home.

I couldn’t cry anymore. Exhaustion was beginning to sweep over me just as there was a knock at my door. I knew exactly who it was, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to ignore it. But my body moved without my mind’s permission, dragging me to the front door. I glanced through the frosted window, seeing the outline of a figure dressed in denim.

    “Why are you even here? What else do you want from me?” I shouted at him through the door.

    “I came here to ask you to go to Indiana with me!”  

I yanked the door open, so hard I was afraid I would pull it right off its hinges. Go to Indiana? He can’t possibly expect me to drop everything and go with him. Especially not after tonight.

    “Go to Indiana with you!? I just caught you about to fuck some other girl!” I screamed, tears that I thought were depleted returning to my eyes.

To be honest, before I saw him with her, I would have considered it. So what if I was 17, I could finish my senior year, go to Purdue and study god knows what. Do what our parents did, marry our high school sweethearts and start a life there. Sure, it seemed far off, but I could think that far ahead with him. He had been such a constant, I couldn’t imagine him not remaining in my life.

    “I can’t go without you…” He admitted, rocking back and forth on his heels. He had yet to look me in the eyes.

    “You know how much shit I put up with for you?” I snarled, “How many times I wanted to leave?”

I flashed back to some drunk asshole at a party who stumbled up to me and spilled his drink on my top. I was annoyed, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Billy, though, he thought differently. The next thing I knew the kid was pinned on the floor as Billy wailed on his face. The only reason he stopped was because the cops came.

    “I know, I know-” He began.

I didn’t care to let him elaborate. Nothing he could say would make me change my mind. Nothing he could say could make me forgive him. And there damn well wasn’t a thing he could say to convince me to go with him.

    “I thought maybe you being such a jackass was because of your dad. You were sweet to me, so what did it matter, right? It’s okay that you beat people up for the hell of it. It’s okay that you drink yourself into a coma a couple of times a week. Because you loved me, right? All I needed was somebody that loved me.” I scoffed, my tears of sadness turning into tears of anger. Not at him, but at myself for not realizing this would happen sooner or later.

    “Loved, you? I still love you!” He asserted.

    “Really? Love is sticking your dick in the first new thing that walks by?”

    “Babe-” 

    “No. Don’t you fucking dare call me that, not right now.” I shrieked, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I thanked God that my parents were out of town.

    “You got so mad at me when I told you about Indiana… You said you were done… I thought you meant we were done.” He defended, restlessly twisting his ring around his finger.

    “You fucking tell me that I’m the love of your life, yet the second we break up, you’ve moved on with somebody else!?”

    “It’s not like that!”

    “No, of course, it’s not! It’s never ‘like that’” I sneered, “That’s totally not the go-to of every cheater on the fucking planet.”  

    “It wasn’t about her! I don’t give a damn about her!” He roared, “I thought we were done. I needed somebody to run to. I couldn’t fucking deal with losing you!”

    “No. No. That’s not a good enough reason.” I argued, “You didn’t see me doing the same damn thing. Jesus Christ, Billy! We had this for years since we were kids. And you didn’t even take a second to mourn that.”

    “Baby-”

    “Leave,” I uttered.

    “Please don’t do this.”

    “You know, as bad as you just hurt me, you’re the only person I want to talk to right now.” I whimpered.

He dipped his head, avoiding my gaze as he brought his hands up to wipe his tears. His whole body was trembling, having to use all of his strength not to completely lose it.

    “Please. Just go.” I begged.

    “I’m sorry.”

10/15/84 4:36 am: I’m leaving tomorrow… Uh… the van is all packed up and we’re driving out there. You… won’t be able to call me for a few days… I know that…. You probably don’t want to talk to me anyway. But…. Just know…. I love you. Please… answer next time I call. I love you. I’ll… talk to you later. Or maybe I’ll talk to your answering machine later, who knows.

10/17/84: 4:22 pm: Hey… It’s me… again. We’re in Colorado. About halfway there. It’s beautiful here. The mountains are gorgeous. There’s snow, too. I know how much you love snow. Remember when we went skiing that one year, and I ate shit going down the hill? You laughed your ass off until you realized I was hurt.  I wish you were here too. Maybe if I hadn’t been such a dick, you would be.

10/19/84 8:49 pm: Hey, Y/N. It would be nice to hear your voice. We just got into town… This place is a shithole. Everybody here is boring as hell. There isn’t a single girl here who even compares to you. I got assigned some book that I know you really like. I don’t see how, it’s the most boring thing I’ve ever read. Maybe you could tell me why you love it so much? Maybe you could call me back.

11/01/84 2:36 am: It’s me. I know I haven’t called in a while, but I’m drunk as hell. I just beat my keg record. Not that you would care, you always thought beer was disgusting. I thought things here might be looking up. But… Dad… He’s been… it’s gotten worse. I really need to talk to you.

It was maybe the dozenth message I had listened to over the past month. Each one sounded more desperate than the last.

One last time, I swallowed my pride, dialing my phone. I waited through the rings on the other end.

“What?” A gruff voice replied, blowing what I assume was a puff of smoke.

“Billy?” I asked.

He took a deep breath,

“Y/N?”

[porkchop-ao3]

cop rick/fem!reader nsfw role-play, ya know what I'm sayin'???

I hope you like it :) thanks for the request!

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It was late, and I was driving through the deader-than-usual streets of the Citadel on my way home. Of course, the streets were never completely dead, not even at three in the morning after my nightshift at the 24/7 convenience store; which sold mostly booze at this time of night. I wasn’t particularly tired, having spent the entire day sleeping like I always did before a night shift, I was ready to get home and wait up for Rick, who had been on duty tonight. He wouldn’t get off until six.

I turned down a quiet residential street, not too far from my home, and that’s when flashing blue lights caught my eye in my mirrors. It was the goddamn police, and with a short blast of the siren I was being told to pull over. I checked my speed; I hadn’t been speeding, and I was always a careful driver, I had nothing to hide. So I pulled up at the nearest convenient space, and waited as the officer got out of his own car and approached mine. I rolled down my window, expecting to see a grouchy old Rick, bored and wanting to fuck with someone. Instead, I laughed in delight, grinning up at my Rick.

“Oh, it’s you! Hi baby, I was just-”

“You didn’t use your turn signals back there.” He interrupted me, leaning both hands on the roof of my car as he bent down to peer at me through the window. His expression was unreadable, but he looked me up and down slowly.

“Didn’t I?” I blinked at him, confused. “I was sure I did, I always do.” I wracked my brains, I couldn’t specifically remember using them, but it was second nature, unconscious even.

“You, uh, y-you wanna step out the car for me, sweet- sweetheart.” He asked, pushing away from the car and taking a step back. I stared at him for a while, trying to figure out if I’d got the whole thing wrong and this actually wasn’t my Rick. I was so sure, though… after spending so much time with him I’d picked up on his mannerisms, the subtle differences in his appearance that set him aside from every other Rick on the Citadel. They were all there, it was most definitely him.

“Okay.” I said quietly, pushing the door open and climbing out, he didn’t back away, and I had to move impossibly close to him in order to close the door behind me. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and turned me around, then slid that same hand down my spine, brushing over my backside very lightly.

“I’m gonna have to s-search you. It’s just proc-pr-procedure. Arms out to the side.” He said, and I swear I could hear a grin in his voice now that I had my back to him.

“Yes, officer.” I replied, spreading my arms and legs out for him. His hands were on me, sliding down my sides, lingering on my hips and my backside. It was most definitely a less than professional search, especially when he slide both hands into the back pockets of my pants, squeezing roughly. He exhaled audibly, stepping closer and pressing his chest into my back.

“Sh-should be arresting you for this ass; it’s gotta be illegal.” He whispered, and I laughed quietly, turning my head to look at him. His eyes were hooded and lustful, and I finally realised what this was about.

“Long night, officer?” I purred, pressing my backside against him. He pulled his hands out of my pockets and pushed his groin against me, it was then I realised that he was hard; not even just getting there, but fully hard. Trailing his hands around to my front, he ghosted them over my stomach and over my chest very lightly. It almost tickled.

“Very.” He simply said, suddenly crouching and sliding his hands down each of my legs, bringing them back upwards between my thighs. He rubbed the spots right on the inner parts of my thighs, as close to my core as possible without actually touching. A shaky breath escaped me, and he moved around to my front, still crouching on the ground. I looked down at him as he moved one hand up to cup my crotch over my pants, fingers stroking back and forth with barely any pressure, enough to make me buck into his touch. Warmth flooded me from the waist down, my heart rate skyrocketing.

“Oh God.” I breathed, glancing around the empty street.

Rick broke his stoic character, humming happily and licking his lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all-all night baby. When I saw your car I could-couldn’t resist. Couldn’t wait till after my shift.” He told me, unbuttoning my pants with quick hands. I flung my hands down to stop him, my eyes scanning the area once again.

“Wait, can we… can we at least get in my car or find an alley or something?” I asked, and Rick chuckled, peering up at me.

“Depends, are you gonna ma-make a break for it as soon as I let my guard down? I-I-I still need to write you up for that little indiscretion back there. The law’s the law.” He asked, though he had a playfulness in his eye.

“No, officer. I’ll pay my dues.” I assured him. He reached a hand behind him, pulling out his cuffs and clamping them over my wrists before I had the chance to say anything, my lips parted in surprise, and he held onto the chain between the cuffs as he stood, guiding me along with it. He led us away from the cars and down the street, there was a secluded little spot down a side street lined with garages, a singular streetlight lit up the entrance, but down near the end was bathed in darkness. He took us far enough so that there was just enough light to see what we were doing, and he pinned me up against the wall.

“Maybe I need to do a cavity search, huh?” He asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the cliche. He didn’t even crack a smile, so I quickly collected myself.

“Um, if you think that’s necessary, sir.” I nodded, and he seemed to like the name I’d given him. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips, barely giving me enough time to prepare myself. His kiss was starved; needy and full of want. I moaned quietly, my bound hands moving up to grab hold of his tie. He finished what he’d started out on the street, unfastening my pants and sliding a hand inside. He slid his fingers over my slit, dipping between the folds ever so slightly and coating them in my moisture. He rolled my clit under his index and middle finger a few times before pushing a single digit inside me. He wriggled it around, breaking the kiss to look at me as he did.

“You don’t seem to be sm-smuggling anything up here, but you sure are wet. Breaking the law get- gets you off, does it?” He murmured in a dirty tone, leaning in close, barely giving me space to breathe. Not that I minded.

“Maybe it’s the getting caught that does it.” I said on an exhale, canting my hips towards him as he angled his fingers forwards and brushed over my sweet spot.

“Mmm.” He simply hummed in approval, adding a second finger and thrusting them. He brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing it quickly from side to side.

“Ohhh, mm, fuck.” I sighed, raising up onto my tiptoes and arching my back, pressing ever closer to him. I could hear slick sounds rising from between us, and it was embarrassing how wet this was making me.

“Unbutton that shirt for me, le-let me make sure you aren’t hiding anything under there.” He commanded, and I brought my shaky hands to my own chest, doing what I was told. “Arms up.” He added, and I was as obedient as ever. Rick peppered kisses over my chest, biting and sucking on the exposed parts of my breasts. Eventually he pushed my bra upwards, mouthing my nipples one by one. He swiped his tongue in circles around them, before gently nibbling with his teeth. I shuddered and suppressed a moan that managed to surface as a pathetic squeak.

He moved down my body, lips trailing sweet kisses, his tongue darting out and painting a wet stripe down my stomach as he dropped to his knees in front of me. I was panting heavily at this point, and it only got heavier when he pulled my pants and underwear down completely. Without a word his mouth met my core, those two fingers still buried inside me. His tongue played over my engorged clitoris, applying just the right amount of pressure he knew I liked, flicking it back and forth. His eyes closed in concentration, his fingers giving direct stimulation to my g-spot, working with his tongue to bring me to the brink of orgasm.

It was fast and hit me like a bullet, there was little to no warning before I was coming. My legs shook and I whimpered, rolling my head back against the wall, hands flying down to Rick’s head with a clink of chain. He moaned against me when I pushed his face harder between my legs involuntarily, only letting up the pressure when the sensitivity got too much, and I was flinching away from the assault of his tongue.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Y-you like that? Didn’t ta-take long, did it?” He chuckled, rising to his feet. I caught my breath, staring at him with a look of need in my eyes. “You know, y-you’ve been real good for me. Maybe we can forget about your little mistake tonight. Wouldn’t that be n-nice?”

“Yes, officer. I’m a good driver, I’ve learned my lesson.” I nodded frantically, bringing my arms down to wrap around his neck, my bound wrists hanging between his shoulder blades.

“Not quite. Y-you gotta keep being a good girl f-for a lit-little while longer.” He said softly, and he reached down to unbutton his pants. He pushed them down around his ankles, exposing his leaking, flushed erection. He was desperately hard, his neglected cock jumping as he pushed his hips forward, rubbing it along my wet slit. He stuttered out incoherent words, rocking against me.

He picked me up suddenly, pinning me against the wall and prompting me to wrap my legs around him. He waited no more time before giving into his desperation and sinking into me. His shoulders hunched and he took a moment to steady himself, breaths coming out shaky and frantic. I could tell just how worked up he was, and I felt my own muscles clench involuntarily around his length in need. He cursed, lifting his head up to look at me.

“Y-you’re so perfect. So fuckin’ good babe-baby.” He told me, then began to move. He thrust into me nice and quick, no warm up needed. I gasped and clutched onto the back of his shirt for dear life, my pussy throbbing and tingling instantly with being filled so perfectly.

Rick was unrelenting yet consistently gentle, and he took the time to press kisses against my neck, sucking and nibbling here and there, whispering words of encouragement to me as he fucked me. Rick had always been a generous lover, making sure that I was enjoying myself just as much as he was regardless of the situation. He angled his hips in such a way that his pubic bone ground into my clit with his motion, and it wasn’t long before I was clenching around him, anticipating a second release.

“Cum for me, beau-beautiful, I wanna f-fe-feel it.” He grunted, picking up the pace. I bounced between him and the wall, my whole body hot and throbbing from the friction that met almost every part of me. My moans grew louder, and in that moment I couldn’t care less that we were out in public and any old Rick or Morty could walk by and hear us. His cock felt too good inside me, curving upward slightly to stimulate my g-spot so I was reduced to a shaking mess of pure, hot pleasure.

“Oh God, Rick I love- I love you.” I called out, my thighs squeezing his hips as he pushed me over the edge, and I pulsed around him through my second orgasm. A strangled groan was torn from him, and I could feel him spilling inside me. He fucked me through our orgasms, gently slowing until he stopped his thrusts completely. He kissed me, it was hungry and it stole my breath. He didn’t stop even when he pulled out of me and lowered me to the ground, bringing his hands up to cup my face.

We were both still breathless when he pulled away, his hooded eyes bored into mine and he chuckled quietly, stroking his thumbs lovingly over my cheeks. He pressed a few more single kisses over my face; the tip of my nose, the corner of my mouth, the curve of my jaw. I closed my eyes and soaked it up, I was a complete junkie for moments of affection from Rick.

“Am- am I still in trouble?” I asked, and he laughed again, pulling back from me. He shook his head and reached for my arms, lifting them up and away from around his neck. He bent down and rummaged in his discarded pant pockets for a key, unlocking the cuffs and rubbing my wrists soothingly, planting a kiss on each one.

“You never re-really were. You did nothing wrong.” He told me with a smirk as he redressed himself. I did the same, regardless of the bodily fluids dripping down my thighs; it wasn’t like I had anything to clean myself up with out here.

“I didn’t think so. I know I’m a good driver.” I smirked back. He leaned in and gave me another peck on the lips once we were both decent, and groaned in disappointment when he pulled back.

“I should probably get back to doing my j-job.” He whispered, and I nodded my head.

“Probably.” I agreed, stroking a hand over his chest. “But if you ever catch me, say, speeding, I would be quite happy for you to pull me over again.” I smiled cheekily.

“Of course. Part of my job is keep-keeping the roads safe. Can’t have y-you jeopardising that.” He smirked, taking my hand and leading us back down the alley and towards our cars. He gave me one last tender kiss, before opening my car door for me. Ever the gentleman. “I’ll see you at home.” He told me once I was settled in, tapping on the roof of the car.

“Looking forward to it.” I smiled, before starting up the car and pulling off.