#people get irritated and think I'm ignoring them or giving them the cold shoulder

[nocturne-daemon]

I wish sign language had been taught instead of cursive because if it was commonplace to know it like english it would save me a lot of stress during the times I go mute/nonverbal.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Mind Games

New story who diiisss. Anyway, thank you to @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 for the whole idea of this story! Hero x detective for a twist.

TW: Blood, stabbing, knife, mentioned murder, kidnapping, restraints, blindfold, mentioned drugging, male whump

Waking up blindfolded and bound to a chair wasn't exactly a novelty for the hero, but that didn't make it any less irritating. There was something about the forced ignorance a blindfold subjected you to that got on the hero's nerves and blew fuses in his brain.

The patter of footsteps on a parquet floor rang in the hero's ears, and he could already sense his mystery assailant get near him and flick him on the head like a disobedient child.

"You up, sunshine?" Detective's sharp voice called out.

The rough grunt he gave seemed to be enough of a response, and the detective removed the blindfold from around his head.

The light seemed to assault his eyes, too bright and cold and violent, and the hero let out a soft cuss. "Do you make a habit out of kidnapping people and tying them up in your basement, detective?" he questioned irritably, his eyes half-screwed shut.

The detective, immaculate as ever, wearing a goddamn three-piece suit in his own house, gave out a soft, but unsettling laugh, leaving his lips in a tight smile that was all teeth. "No, Hero. But you already know why you're here, don't you? Because I know you think playing dumb might save you, but I'm here to tell you it won't," he growled, baring his teeth.

The detective was never a particularly pleasant human being, dryer than a desert more often than not, but he was always calm, like no problem in the world could even sour his mood. So to see him already lash out, even this slightly told the hero that even with him tied up and possibly drugged with how groggy he was feeling, the detective probably saw him as a threat.

Shame he'd have to play another set of cards to win the game.

"Alright," the hero said calmly, fixing the other man with a piercing look, "if we're agreeing neither of us is here to screw around, then how about you cut to the chase. You don't seem like the 'pace and around the room and monologue' type of guy," he reasoned, an easy smile on his face.

Maybe he wasn't feigning oblivion anymore, but he wasn't giving the detective the satisfaction of feeling like he was scaring him.

The detective made a scoffing noise, reaching into his pocket to pull out a switchblade. "Maybe you'll learn to smile less at the wrong times, asshole," he spat as he unfurled the blade, looking eerily calm, nothing behind the whirpools of black that were his eyes.

"You're going to talk. Answer all my questions properly. And if you don't, I think even you are not dumb enough to not be able to guess what's going to happen."

The knife really didn't faze the hero the way it should. Sure, it left him uneasy, sharp and disturbingly pristine. But he'd been roughed up before one too many times, so he knew to some extent how this stuff worked.

The hardest part was selling his act.

"How did you find out it was me?" the detective started, pulling up another chair and carelessly throwing one leg over the other.

"I'm good at what I do," the hero shrugged, his face blank. But he couldn't help wincing as the detective grazed his thigh with the knife, his body already tormented enough with his ridiculously cramped muscles.

Nothing he couldn't handle, anyway.

"The evidence. What lead you to me?" Detective tried again, the blade still in his hand with Hero's fresh blood snaking down it.

"Does it matter? I figured you out anyways," the hero supplied listlessly, his gaze languid and half-lidded.

The detective stabbed harder this time, twisting the knife in the hero's shoulder and forcing a snarl out of him. He truly wasn't sure for how long he could keep playing the defiant card, the pain blooming across his shoulder and even down to his arm as the detective snatched the knife out just as fast as he'd put it in.

If he could incinerate the detective by staring at him wrong, he seriously would've. Instead he grit his teeth and tried to ignore his throbbing shoulder, looking up at the detective, irritated.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat right now." The detective's voice seemed a little too relaxed for comfort, the dirty switchblade now resting on the hero's jugular. The hero was no longer even slightly surprised the other man was a criminal.

It took an insurmountable amount of self-restraint to keep his lips from curving into a self-satisfied grin. Sure, it wasn't very believable if an agency-trained hero crumbled under a few stabs, but death was a reasonable enough fear for even someone as formidable as him. Nevermind that the wide eyes and the harsh bite of the lips were actually fake.

"W-wait. There's no point of you killing me. Not without finding out what you need to know. And do you really need anymore blood on your hands?" the hero breathed out, a little desperation sprinkled into his tone.

The detective looked almost lost in thought, until something wicked burned a fire in his eyes for just a moment. "You only get one chance, Hero. Don't waste it," he drawled lazily, pulling the knife away and twirling it elegantly with one hand.

The hero nodded gratefully, readying himself to lie through his teeth. "When you said the victim had died of asphyxiation, even before you were granted access to the autopsy report."

The detective's brow furrowed and his lips were pulled into a tight frown. "I never said he died of asphyxiation, he died of mercury poisoning."

"Bingo," the hero, his hands now free of their bonds, crooned, as he used the detective's momentary surprise as a distraction, pulling the knife out of his hand and using it to cut through the ropes around his legs.

Say something wrong about a subject and your target will rush to correct you. A surprisingly effective trick as the hero had come to learn.

The detective's face twisted into an expression of pure, unbridled fury as he tried to wrench the knife out of the hero's hand, but he dodged, quick on his feet much to the other man's chagrin.

Hero had to give him credit, the man was almost nearly impossible to stab, parrying the crime-fighter's attacks with calm, stable, maybe even clever moves, so much so that all he'd managed to do was lightly nick him with the blade.

But with all his focus on blocking, he hadn't even noticed that all the hero's fighting had backed him into a corner until too late, until thr crime-stopper's leg had slammed him into the wall with a painful kick, and the knife's cold edge had bit into his skin.

"Don't. Move."

The detective was breathing hard, practically paralysed by the knife and the glint of warning in his enemy's eyes. His face burned with the shame and humiliation of being frozen in place, his own weapon at his neck.

"How d-did. . .you find out it was me?" the detective panted, voice desperate.

It was the hero's turn to smile wickedly. "On the day of the victim's death, he got a visit from his doctor. I searched the trash and found a broken thermometer. It was pretty clear from the bruising on the poor bastard's face the killer was left-handed. The doctor you paid off that I interviewed was right-handed. To test out my theory, I told the doctor I was taking him to prison for the murder, and his tongue might've just slipped too much for your hush money to fix it."

And with that, the hero knocked him out with a punch to the jaw, dragging the other's body and praying desperately the adrenaline would keep the pain in his shoulder at bay until he got out of here at least.

Some trails are shadowy and unclear, obscuring the vision and playing tricks on the mind. But the smallest amount of resilience can very well go a long way, if only you learn to time your moves right. Because even if you only get a short string, you can still sew a mark on the tapestry of your fate.

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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 3

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 3

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Slight jealously.

A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) xoxo

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The slam of the office door startled Roy and he almost spilt his freshly made coffee over his neat ironed shirt. He glanced up and caught Jason’s eye-line. He sighed internally and rested back in his chair. This wasn’t good, Jason looked irritated. Roy readied himself for a long rant. He wasn’t going anywhere soon and his coffee was probably going to go cold. Fuck.

Jason ranted for the next fifty minutes about the French clubs and their recent spurt of PR disasters. Roy rubbed his temple, his façade beginning to crack. He stopped listening beyond the first five minutes, his mind wandering elsewhere.

“So we’re going to have to go over there and set everything right, Harper. We can’t leave them any longer, not if we want the clubs to still be in business by the end of the month!!”.

“Yeah about that…”, Roy swallowed a mouthful of cold coffee and pointed to his diary before wincing at the foul taste.

“What?”, Jason grunted, confusion spreading across his face.

“I have plans this week”.

Jason scoffed, “Plans? You? Like what?”.

Roy shrugged, “Somethings to finish up here”.

“Uhuh”, Jason muttered unconvinced and edged closer to the diary on the desk, “I didn’t realise you were so swamped”.

“There's some department issues I have to fix, a few check-ins with the clientele”, Roy tried to fight the blush threatening to spread across his cheeks. Why wasn’t Jason letting this go?

“Can’t you get one of the others to do it? I don’t really want to go on my own”, Jason whined and rested on the edge of the desk, picking up a stack of post-it notes flicking through them aimlessly.

“You don’t have to go alone, I have the perfect person”, Roy gave him a cheeky grin, finally feeling the tables turn.

Jason glared at him, “I’m not going with Eric - fuck that, I’d rather let the Iceberg sink”.

“As funny as that would be, I know how important this is”, Roy snatched the post-it notes from Jason, irritated that he was messing with his stuff.

“Oh”, Jason smirked, “So you do have a brain”.

“No, I slept my way up here. Anyway, you should take Y/N. She’s competent and she can stand you. A very rare combination”, Roy stood up abruptly from the desk and walked across to the window, looking out across the murky streets of Gotham.

“I’m a joy to be around”, Jason grumbled.

“Your last assistant didn’t seem to think so”.

“She was an airhead, she didn’t understand what I wanted from her role”, Jason rolled his eyes. He remembered Maggie. She barely lasted the week before he found her sobbing in the toilets.

“You can’t hire people for sex”, Roy’s lips curved as he looked over his shoulder.

“There is an entire industry built on it. So I think we can disagree”, Jason snarked back, folding his arms across his chest.

“Fuck”, Roy sighed loudly and scrunched his eyes shut, “You are giving me a headache - are we done here?”.

Jason ignored Roy’s snappy remark and looked out of the office window catching you walking past, arm full of white envelopes, “So you want me to take Y/N? Won’t you miss her here?”.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I couldn't cope without her, Just go talk to her…I'm sure that she'll talk to you, she’ll be happy for the business opportunity”, Roy couldn’t help but smirk at the last part.

“I don’t have any issues talking to her, I just don’t want to set your department back”, Jason’s ears turned pink, the thought of your naked body flashing in the back of his mind. That silk nightgown barely covering your ass. He swallowed and fidgeted on the spot.

“We'll survive while you fuck her stupid for a few days”.

“I don’t know why you assume I’m fucking her”, as it left his lips, Jason knew his voice had completely given him away. And the record speed he answered.

Roy laughed huskily and grabbed his mug, “I’m not blind Todd”.

Jason didn’t bother to give a reply and headed towards Roy’s office door, “We’ll be back by Friday”.

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The second Jason had appeared on your department floor, you’d felt your skin flushing. Your thoughts were filled with repeat memories of him in your bed. The way his calloused hands slid over your body. You grabbed the stack of envelopes and stood up briskly, you needed to distract your mind from him. Before you combusted at your desk. You headed down the corridor towards the printing room but stopped when you heard the deep timber of his voice. 

“Do you have a moment?”.

You turned around and nodded, “Of course Sir”.

Jason swallowed, feeling his stomach twisting with nerves, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt this way. He fixed his tie as he spoke, “I need someone to represent your department on the Paris trip. Harper recommended you”.

You raised an eyebrow, “Oh, did he now?”. 

“He suggested you’d be the best fit for the job”, Jason’s clinical business tone made you chuckle internally. You noted he was clearly struggling, fidgeting more with his tie. You enjoyed the way you made the imposing man nervous.

“And what do you think?”, you took a step closer to him in the empty corridor, your voice dropping low and seductive. You licked your tongue along your plump lower lip, eyes tracing his mouth.

“I think you'll be passable”, he muttered, watching your tongue with interest. He suppressed the moan in his throat and inched closer to you.

“Wow...”, you rolled your eyes, “I’m glad you think I’m just passable, so full of compliments!”, you turned away and strutted down the rest of the corridor, swiftly entering the printing room.

Jason blinked in surprise before following after you quickly, closing the door behind him, “I don't suppose you're turning down a free trip to Paris?”.

“But Sir, I have unfinished work here that I need to complete for Mr Harper”, you teased, putting the paperwork on the desk at the side. 

“Harper promised to pick up the slack”, Jason followed the curve of your legs, framed perfectly by your heels. He tried to ignore the sensual way your lips shaped as you spoke.

“Really?”.

“He’ll sort out whatever you don’t get done”, Jason lied. He knew Roy had promised nothing of the sort but he couldn’t give a damn right now. Your body completely distracting any rational thoughts he had.

You abandoned the printing and smiled brightly, Mr Harper could entertain himself with the photocopying whilst you were enjoying Paris with Jason, “Well then, if you want me to go with you, I will Sir”.

Jason growled and stalked across the room, caging you against the printer, “Keep calling me Sir and I’ll lock that door behind us…I don’t care who hears you”.

“But Sir, I have forms to deliver, they’re already a little late”, your hands snaked up his stomach, before grabbing his tie, tugging on it playfully. His lips ghosted over yours.

Jason’s hands grabbed the back of your thighs and he lifted you easily, making you squeak. Your legs wrapped around his middle on instinct, ass pressed into the printer pad, “What did I say?”, he nipped your bottom lip, thumbs stroking up your legs.

You shivered as he continued to stroke up your thighs, whispering against his mouth, “We’re at work Sir…this isn’t very wise”.

Before Jason had a chance to reply, there was a loud bark of laughter bouncing down the corridor, followed by heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. Jason’s face knitted with irritation before sighing, stepping away from you. You hopped down quickly, adjusting your skirt before the door flew open. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were using the printer N/N”, Dick smiled at you then turned towards Jason. His cheeks turned rosy and he ran a hand through his jet black locks, the cogs in his mind turning as he assumed; correctly; that he’d interrupted something.

“Don’t worry Grayson, I’m finished now”, you sauntered past Jason, patting Dick on the chest, “Knock yourself out”. You sashayed out of the room leaving Jason and Dick staring at each other.

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Five long hours. You’d almost fallen asleep in the last hour. You hadn’t imagined business meetings could take this long, although to be fair, the last hour had been filled with Jason’s business associates talking about fast cars and football. You smoothed your hands down the front of your dress and stood up slowly, “If you’ll excuse me for one moment, I need to use the restroom before we go”.

You gave Jason a look to tell him to hurry up before you left, hurrying towards the bathroom. 

Antoine turned to Jason, a smarmy smile on his face, “You've got quite the woman there Todd”.

Jason noticed the leering stare and the way his eyes drank in your svelte form, “Oh she's just one of my business team”.

“Oh? I thought she was a personal associate of yours”.

“No no, just a colleague”, Jason assured, fixing the cufflinks on his suit jacket.

“Do you think she would want to come out to dinner with me this evening?”, Antoine shifted in his seat, looking towards the door waiting for you to come back. He’d been enamoured with you from the second you walked into the room. He only became more fascinated as you spoke throughout your excellent presentation.

“Certainly not”, Jason snapped.

Antoine turned to him shocked and swallowed nervously. Jason’s shift in tone had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t expected the bite in Jason’s voice or the heated stare.

“What I mean is that we have something planned for the evening, so she won't be available”, Jason back tracked quickly, giving him a dashing smile. He hadn’t meant to sound so aggressive but the thought of Antoine taking you out for fine French cuisine with the possibility of more made his temper burn.

You came back into the room after using the bathroom and smiled brightly at Antoine, “Thank you for the excellent presentation this morning, it was good to meet you”, you held your hand out to him.

Taking your hand in a firm grip, Antoine shook it before pressing a kiss to the back of your palm, “Likewise, enjoy your activities this evening, mademoiselle”.

You flushed at the kiss but felt confusion curdling with it. Activities? What activities?

Turning to look at Jason, you noticed his eyes were narrowed at Antoine. The tension was obvious and thick enough to cut with a knife. You pulled your hand back quickly and grabbed your bag from the table, “Have a good evening too”, you murmured before leading Jason out of the building.

He didn’t say a word all the way down to the lobby. His brow knitted every so often. You left him to stew unsure what was wrong. He’d been completely fine before you went to the restroom. What had Antoine done? Heading across the car park towards his rental you finally gave up accepting the silence, “What’s wrong?”.

“Nothing”, he grunted and unlocked the car waiting for you to get in.

You sighed and folded your arms, standing firmly, “What’s really going on?”.

Jason blew air past his lips in frustration and turned to face you finally, “That fucking moron up there putting the moves on you in front of me in the middle of a fucking business meeting. Then he asks if he can take you out?! He thinks I’m a fucking idiot. He’s lucky I didn’t fucking sack him on the spot but, unfortunately his presentation and ideas are too good to lose”.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that left your lips once he’d finished speaking. “Seriously? That’s what’s wrong?”, you walked up to him and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, toying with his shirt collar, “Don’t worry. Even if he was trying to get into my pants, someone else is currently already there”.

“Sounds like a lucky man”, Jason let his hands bracket your hips as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. It was softer than you expected but you leaned into it, letting your tongue swipe along his.

Pulling away reluctantly, Jason opened the car door for you, “We have dinner reservations at the Four Seasons tonight”.

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Striding down the corridor from his room, Jason stopped in front of your hotel suite. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you made it back to the hotel after the dinner you’d shared together. That beautiful midnight blue dress you’d been wearing had tempted him all evening. The neckline dipping low so he had an excellent view for the duration of his meal.

He cursed the entire hour he was alone in his room for not inviting you back to his suite for a ‘night cap’. Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the door, shuffling from foot to foot. What if you’d gone to bed? What if you saw it was him through the spy hole and ignored it?

The turning of the lock made his thoughts stop and he smirked when he saw what you were wearing. You stood holding the door slightly ajar in nothing but a fluffy towel, the tips of your hair wet and curled. He couldn’t help but follow the droplets of water racing down your chest.

“Evening”, he winked and pushed his foot into the doorway.

“Do you just time your visits when I'm undressed?”, you looked up at him coyly.

Jason grinned cheekily, “I try my hardest princess, but the spy camera in your room does help”.

You shook your head and laughed softly, “It’s not like you haven't seen everything”.

Stepping further into your space, Jason’s hands found your waist, caressing your  sides, “True, but I wouldn't mind another peek”.

His touch sent shots of desire up and down your spine, your core beginning to throb at the unspoken promise, “I was halfway through a bottle of wine in the bath”.

“Sounds perfect”, he made his way into your room and started to unbutton his shirt.

“You’re a little eager”, you closed the door behind him, sliding the lock into place.

“Says the woman who’s already wet?”, his tongue traced his bottom lip, looking over you hungrily.

The way he was eyeing made your confidence swell. You hadn’t had a man look at you like that before. You pouted your lips playfully, “You’d have to try harder than that Todd”. You turned on your heel and wandered back into the bathroom, a cheeky smile covering your face.

Jason growled and chased after you, grabbing your wrist. He spun you around quickly and pinned you against the bathroom wall. Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly, desire coiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t have to try that hard, do I princess?”.

You looked up at him, your eyelids hooded with lust. He was right. Jason didn’t have to do much to make your skin light with passion. You reacted to him so easily, your body betraying your mind.

He dipped his head down to the crook of your neck and planted rough, open mouthed kisses along your flesh. You shivered as his stubble scraped your skin, your thighs clenched involuntarily. The familiar burn, heating up in your core.

“You mentioned something about a bath didn’t you?”, his words were muffled by your skin as he spoke, his fingers tugging at the top of your towel.

He took a step back and watched as the towel pooled at your feet leaving you bare and slightly damp in front of him. His eyes darkened as he tried to drink in every inch of you all at once. The damp sheen across your skin sparkled in the low lighting of the bathroom making you look ethereal. Jason growled looking over your body, his cock twitching at the sight.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your foot kicked the towel to the other side of the bathroom before you moved back across to him.

“Mmhmm”, you murmured, hands working at his belt to free him of his clothes, “And I think, unless I’m mistaken, that you wanted to join me”.

Jason allowed you to undress him, watching as you worked slowly, until you had him fully naked. His cock throbbed with need as it bounced against his abs as he climbed into the bath, sinking down into the steaming, wet heat. The ache of the day suddenly faded as the burning waters soothed his muscles.

The swirls of steam spiralled around him as he lazily lounged his arms over the side of the tub, “Don’t keep me waiting princess”, he smirked.

You swayed your hips as you headed back towards the bath. Jason expected you to jump straight in but you stopped by the sink. He raised his eyebrow but rolled his eyes when he saw the wine glass pressed to your lips.

“Princess”, he growled and splayed his thick legs in the bath. His patience was wearing thin.

You drained the last of your beverage, tipping the glass up. A droplet of red wine escaped and landed on your chest, streaking down the valley between your breasts. You saw Jason watching intensely.

“My bad”, you grinned and swept the rogue rivulet of wine with your finger, bringing it to your lips. You sucked it gently purposely winding your tongue around your finger before making a popping sound as you finished.

“Get in here, now”, Jason cursed, the pulsing in his cock becoming worse with every passing second.

You gasped loudly when Jason grabbed your hips forcefully when you sank down into the hot water with him. You felt his heavy cock brush against your clit under the water and you whined, the sound trapped in your throat.

“You’re such a fucking tease”, he ground out, his thumbs pressing hard into your waist, “But don’t worry, I’ll soon have you sobbing whilst you bounce on my cock”.

You shuddered, his words making your mind hazy.

“You gonna be a good girl and ride me?”, Jason removed his hands from your body and laid back in the bath, head resting against the rim of the tub. His body glistened with water droplets highlighting his sculpted physique. He grinned up at you, hips thrusting upwards towards your silken core.

“Yes Sir”, your voice was breathy with desire.

Hovering your pussy over his cock, you sank down slowly, swallowing him inch by inch. You moaned unabashedly as you felt him drive up, bottoming out. He felt so good fully seated inside you.

You circled your hips slowly as your hands smoothed up your own body, cupping your breasts. You pinched your nipples between your fingers, rolling them lightly. Your head tipped backwards, as you sighed his name in bliss. The way his cock stretched you was perfect. Your walls clamped around his shaft as you rose up and down repeatedly on him. Each time his length bumped against your g spot.

The water splashed wildly over the sides of the bath as you bounced on his cock faster, chasing down that same intense high as before. You looked down at him through your thick lashes and bit down hard on your bottom lip.

Jason was a sight to behold. His head rested back against the bath, cheeks flushed red, eyes shut as he laid back and enjoyed the way you fucked him. His arms were hung over the edges, hands tightly wound into fists.

“Fuck!”, you sobbed as you fucked him deeper into your pussy, “Jason! Fuck!”. You pressed your hands against his solid chest, his heart was beating erratically. Working your hands up his body, you dragged your nails through his wet hair. The growl that left his lips was deep and husky.

He opened his eyes to watch you, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Jason smirked and moved one of his hands back into the tub. You watched it disappear before crying out in surprise.

“Oh god!!”, you moaned louder and your eyes shut as Jason flicked over your clit.

“You look so sexy when you cum all over my cock”, he groaned and continued to work your clit faster. You clenched around his shaft, the vein on the underside of his cock pulsed as you squeezed your velvet heat around him.

He grunted, the sound rumbling through his chest as he lifted his hips in time with your bounces. The cries that left your lips were sinful. The scream of his name over and over as he took you to the edge.

“Jason- oh god-I-”, you mumbled, feeling your mind tumbling away from you as your orgasm began to peak.

“That’s it”, he coaxed, “Cum for me princess”.

The flames of your orgasm burst through your body as you continued to ride his cock, the water splashing over your body. His name passed your lips like a mantra to the heavens as you soaked up the feel of your climax.

You sucked in greedy gulps of oxygen as you fought to catch your breath back. Jason slipped his wet hands to your hips and rocked you back and forth on his still rock hard shaft.

“Jay-”, you couldn’t finish your sentence as he thrust up into your pussy violently, pulling you down hard with each hammer of his hips.

You felt your eyes roll back into your head as your sensitive core quivered around his cock. You moaned louder and threaded your fingers through your hair, letting your breasts bounce heavily with his punishing thrusts.

“I love the feel of your tight little cunt”, he growled and snapped his hips harder. You mewled and dug your nails into your scalp, the shocks of electricity shooting down your spine.

“You take my cock so well”, his voice broke and he groaned deeply, “God you feel so fucking good”.

Every praise made you purr more, the euphoria thrumming through your veins. The buzz was like nothing else and you felt yourself becoming slowly addicted. The timber of his voice echoed in your mind, teetering on the edge of your second orgasm.

Jason gripped you harder and yanked you down hard onto his length, “Fuck- I’m gonna fill that tight little pussy - fuck - cum with me”.

His brutal pace continued as he bounced you faster on his cock, working you deeper. You screamed out as your climax burst behind your eyes, blurring your vision for a moment.

Jason moaned your name, his deep voice thick with lust as he emptied himself into your core. His fingers bruised your skin as his thrusts became slow and soft. He was panting heavily when he finally stopped, you relaxed down into the water, resting your head in the junction of his neck. Your lips brushed his collarbone gently, so gently Jason wondered if he was imagining it.

His hand stroked up your spine and wrapped around the back of your neck, thumb running along the pulse of your vein.

You moved your head and looked up at Jason, giving him a soft smile before chuckling, “I feel so sweaty and gross now, this is all your fault”.

Jason grinned and shrugged innocently, “Personally, I blame you for answering the door in that tiny towel”.

You scoffed, “I wasn’t expecting guests at 11pm”.

“I wasn’t expecting to be tempted so thoroughly”, he winked, “Not that I’m complaining”.

You rolled your eyes and smirked at him, “You’re too easy to tempt Todd”. Turning in the bath, you manoeuvred yourself to sit between his open legs, back pressed to his chest. You relaxed back for a second, enjoying the way the warm waters engulfed your body.

“I don’t think anyone could resist you princess”, he murmured against the shell of your ear, enjoying the way you shivered.

“Seduce me later, right now I want to get cleaned up properly, like I originally intended”.

You felt Jason fidgeting behind you, then you heard the tell-tale click of the shampoo bottle lid. He squirted the liquid into his hands and lathered it quickly before weaving his fingers into your hair with a gentleness you didn’t expect.

“No funny business Todd”, you tried to sound threatening but the way he was massaging your scalp made the words come out in an airy whisper. 

“Scouts honour”.

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[ellemany]

Stressed Out - Chapter V

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Meters

Recommended Music: Oceans - Seafret

The meter is the unit of measurement for length in the International System of Units. Viper, even though she is physically a few meters away from Chamber, feels pain when she realizes that she is emotionally thousands of meters away from her beloved. But now she has the opportunity to close this distance to zero.

- I thought you knew you should wear your protective clothes while handling...

- Is it going to take long? - Viper spoke between her teeth, watching Sage wash her hand carefully in a special tank. – You can resuscitate people in minutes but can't do such a simple procedure at the same speed? Good healer... - Viper grumbled, with the level of her bad mood in the heights.

Fade and Reyna had left the infirmary because of Viper's insistence. She did not want them to see her sweating cold and moaning in pain because of something she must have been used to. Although Sage gave her an anesthetic orb, she should still wash the acid in her hand, then have a full regeneration orb and have her skin renewed. Viper was whining throughout the process.

It was humiliating as hell.

- It's going to take as long as it takes for you to be okay. - Sage spoke patiently, ignoring Viper's comments. - Are you still feeling your fingers?

Viper tried to move her fingers and immediately regretted it, whimpering on Sage's shoulder. The anesthesia relieved the pain, but it didn't completely overdo it.

- Good… - Sage muttered, taking care when handling Viper's hand. - You came here soon, the cure will be faster. - Sage took some disposable papers, drying Viper's hand gently. - Chamber took a while to come and I'm going to have to give him another orb.

Viper frowned, looking at Sage.

-Vincent... Chamber is here?

- Looks like his experiment went wrong too... It's a bad day for you two... - Sage nodded slowly, indicating with her head to where they should go. - Come.

Viper followed Sage, watching her decayed fingers. She kept thinking about what might have gone wrong in the experiments for Chamber get there. They had begun working together to develop improvements to the French’s weapons and Viper generally accompanied him during the testing of the experiments. For pure scientific help, since Chamber was a valuable colleague, and not because she was scared to death of the guy she liked end up with his face blown up by an oversight.

They entered the infirmary area with stretchers. Chamber was sitting on a stretcher, half of his face was red, as if he had been burned. His glasses were cracked, and his gaze was scattered. The posture was of someone defeated. Viper had to strive not to go to him and take care of the bruises on his skin and in his heart. It was painful when a project, which had devoted time, sweat, tears, blood and some screws from its own head, failed. Viper knew the feeling of helpless.

- Sit there. - Sage pointed to a stretcher, going to Chamber, holding his face. – Yep. The effect's over. I'll get you another one.

Viper nodded silently and went for the stretcher next to Chamber. The sound of her footsteps made the Frenchman wake up from his daydreams and he turned to her. Their looks met and Viper felt her legs falter.

Chamber's gaze showed no coldness, no irritation, much less sorrow or resentment. In that look it only has the longing and the pain that the distance between them brought. She was the only one in that place who understood how he was feeling. She was the only one who knew how to help him. Chamber was suffering from Viper's lack and allowed her to read the feelings in his gaze. Viper was afraid that her traitorous eyes would show the same feelings, the same weaknesses and vulnerabilities. She didn't want him to know how much she was missing his simple breath near her. She wanted to fight him over his rudeness and weaves, while she wanted to hug him. She wanted to hit him and kiss him. By the heavens, a hurricane of emotions was forming inside Viper and she had no idea how to deal with it.

- Are you an idiot?

Sage's speech made them both wake up from the reverie. Chamber turned to Sage, who was next to Sova, on the stretcher next him. Viper went to the available stretcher, sitting there. She analyzed the floor of the infirmary, counting each square of the tiles to avoid looking again at the man next to her.

-Is... A rhetorical question? - Sova spoke cautiously, looking her in fear.

-No. I want to know your answer.

Chamber looked away, swinging his feet on the stretcher. He and Viper felt completely dislocated while the friend was scolded.

- Ahw... No.

- No, you're not an idiot. But you look like one when you decide to walk on the fire.

Sova sighed, tired.

- I knew exactly where they were. I wouldn't miss the opportunity because of that.

- Tell it to your legs. And what is this? - She pointed to a semi-open bullet hole in Sova's shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

- Ahw... A shot.

Sage narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

- So funny. I'm going to get the bandages.

-What? - Sova wrinkled his nose, looking her up and down.

- I can't keep healing you all the time. Others need help too. - Sage gestured to Chamber and Viper. Viper turned her head the other way, like she didn't want to be involved in it. Chamber sent a sympathetic look at Sova. - You're perfectly capable of eliminating threats without breaking your bones. Letting your body fix your bruises might remind you of that. - She mumbled, walking out.

- Hey dOUCH! - Sova tried to move, but the pain from his wounds hit him. He sighed, leaning against the stretcher, making a grimace.

Viper and Chamber looked at each other. They tightened their lips in sync, trying to contain a laugh at the scene witnessed. One of the topics that made the two laugh the most was how much the other Valorant agents acted like children. They were both staring at each other, their eyes shining with fun. Viper wanted to let go of the laugh that only he was allowed to hear and accord without words that everything was fine between them.

- For you. - Sage came back with a regeneration orb, using it in Chamber. The Frenchman sighed, breaking eye contact with Viper to look at the other.

-Merci. - He smiled kindly for Sage.

The lack of Chamber's gaze reminded Viper that they weren't talking. She resumed the analysis of the floor, thinking she wanted him to talk to her as he did before. She wanted him to smile at her and show off that dimple on one side that only show up when he actually smiled. Why did he have to be so proud and not even try to talk to her?

- Wait a while for full regeneration. - Sage went to Viper, using a regeneration orb on her. Sage took a deep breath, her muscles strained as if it got her tired. - The hand.

Viper extended her hand to Sage to check it out. Sage waited for her gift effect, much more slowly than in Chamber's case. Viper felt her body regain strength gradually. She wanted her mind and heart recover the strength too.

- Yoooh! - Fade entered the infirmary along with Reyna, with her hands in her jacket pockets. - How's she doing?

-Improving. - Sage flexed Viper's fingers, causing her to remove her hand by reflection. Sage held her hand, keeping her close. - It's going to take a while to heal completely. You won’t have a scar by tomorrow.

Viper sniffed, watching the two of them approach.

- I'd think you'd have the least amount of competence, Sage... But it all gets hard for you to do, doesn't it?

Sage looked Viper sly, checking her hand one last time.

- Yeah… - Sage walked away from her, walking towards Sova. – Both of you can go. - She made a throwaway gesture with her hand, picking up some bandages. - Just sign the forms.

- Chamber is broken too, uhm? - Fade looked at Chamber as he and Viper descended from their respective stretchers.

- Tsc... - Reyna popped her tongue, looking at Chamber with disdain. - And they said the nerds would rule the world... Our nerds are going from bad to worse. Especially the one over there. – She pointed to Chamber. - Too bad your gun didn't blow you up for good. You wouldn’t piss me so much that way.

Viper looked at Reyna from top to bottom, as if questioning her audacity to say that, but went to the forms table. She took the pen, feeling a slight discomfort in her hand as she filled it.

- What did you just say? - Chamber leaned over to Viper's side, writing his form as well. He was close. Depending on the movement one of them made, their arms would touch. Viper silently expected him to decide he wanted to blur her writing only to get a touch of him. - I can't hear you barking.

- Our disability quota has increased? - Reyna turned to Fade, putting her hand on her chest. - I didn't know we accept blind deaf people now.

- Girl… - Fade raised her eyebrows for Reyna.

-Let's go. - Viper put her pen on the table, going straight through Fade and Reyna and out of the infirmary. - Now.

Reyna and Fade exchanged glances, apprehensive about Viper's menacingly harsh intonation. They followed her, walking down the hallway.

- Hey Vipes...

- If you ever talk to him like this again… - Viper stopped in front of the elevator, pushing the button to the apartment floor. – I will punch you so hard that no radiant power will be able to cure you. - She put her hands together in front of her body, watching the numbers of the floors change.

>>> Next Chapter

[cherievol6]

cabin fever

ino dublin was the first show but pretend it wasn’t for this xo it’s like half edited cause I’m hungover lmao enjoy

tour is pretty tiring and it turns harry into a grump

word count: around 2.6k

warnings: swearing, little bit of angst but fluff at the end xo

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"Are you wearing all of this tonight?" Harry's tone is slightly abrasive as he passionately points to your clothes strewn on the bed. He was obviously being sarcastic, the furrowed brows making you believe that he's pissed off. You sigh from your place in the bathroom, closing your eyes as your rub in your cleanser, trying your best to will away your curt response.

"I'll move it in a minute." You grumble.

"Oh, so you're not? I was just wondering, y'know, cause it's all dumped on the bed that I'm trying to make." He mumbling to himself sarcastically and you feel your patience wear thin. The night in the hotel after a day of travelling meant you, of course, slept badly again, and it wasn't helping that your new contraception was messing with your hormones. All around you felt - irritated, and had a feeling it wasn't going to shake all day.

You don't respond, slinking back into the room cockily grabbing the clothes, shoving them into your suitcase without a word and pulling out a bikini, since Harry insisted that the two of you go for a swim in the freezing cold sea, when you just wanted to do a bit of sight seeing. You'd grumbled about it last night when he suggested it, so he went in a mood and said he'd go on his own. His alarm...that stupid fucking alarm, woke you up at the crack of dawn, however. So you didn't really have much choice.

"At least pretend you wanna be here." He jabs once you're at the rocky beach a few miles out, removing his clothes before slipping into the cold water in pink swimming trunks, teeth bared at the temperature.

"Sorry I don't want to go fucking swimming when I'm exhausted, Harry." You hiss, rolling your eyes as you strip down and follow him into the water. He's doing breast strokes around in the water and you just stay stationary, shivering from the cold you've never felt before.

"Don't you think I'm tired too?" He finally responds as he sidles up to you, running a hand of water over his face. "C'mon, it'll wake you up."

"Could we not have had coffee instead, like regular humans? You don't want to get poorly from this, it's too cold." You sigh, and he makes a face.

"Anything else you wanna complain about?" He shakes his head and when you give a scoff, he swims away and leaves your scowl to etch even further into your forehead. You send a splash of water his way and he just ignores you, wading under the water.

You're out in a flash then, not bothering to spend any longer in the freezing cold. Harry was freakish with these things, his body could take these kinds of conditions; yours could not.

Pulling a towel over your shoulders, you sit down on a random bench up on the pier, to observe Harry's head bob in and out of the water.

A phone camera click drags you out of your dark cloud of a mood and you look to the side, seeing a group of younger people starting to gather in numbers, mumbling quietly and looking between you and Harry. Another phone click goes and you blow out a breath and bounce your leg, feeling more and more conscious as the time goes on. Harry's sixth sense somehow manifests itself and he's clambering out of the water, giving the people around a bashful smile as he towels himself off; a quick nod of his head towards the pier walk makes you rise from your feet, copying his actions of giving the group a small smile. You didn't mind meeting his fans, and nine times out of ten they were really lovely, and just interested in a chat. On the off occasion though, it spiked your anxiety severely, and now more than ever given you're wearing a bikini.

"I hope they don't post those pictures." You mumble once you're out of earshot, walking unconsciously closer to Harry out of nervousness that they're following the direction you walk in.

"You know they will." Is all he says, adjusting the Pleasing bag higher on to his shoulder and traipsing back to the car idling for you both. Your chest tightens slightly but you don't mention it, not wanting to bother him more with your 'complaining', especially after his earlier comment. Your shoulders roll back and you sigh, attempting to shake off your bad mood. 

"You're creasing your shoes. Lambert won't be too happy about that after he stuck his neck out for the limited editions." You half laugh as you point to the backs of Harry's trainers. He scoffs, flailing his arms in defeat, making the smidgen of humour you tried to insert into the conversation disappear immediately.

"Fuckin' hell. Anything else? Been here for half an hour and you're already nagging m'ear off."

The irritation you felt this morning bubbles up to a point of anger and you wrap the towel tighter around yourself, feeling shivery as you pick up your walking speed.

"I'll just shut the fuck up, shall I?" You snap, moving ahead of him. He goes quiet for a minute before letting out a quiet puff of air, like he's blown out his lips before releasing it.

The car ride back to the hotel is silent aside from a few grumbles from Harry when someone cuts his driver off and it jerks the car, and you can feel a pulsing headache beginning to fester behind your temples, your sinuses beginning to feel achey and stuffy by the time you're stripping off in the bathroom to get a shower. The scalding water does a good job at quelling the feeling but it still doesn't shake your bad mood, and you find yourself clambering back into the made bed whilst Harry's off on a walk with Jeff, drifting soundly into much needed sleep before the concert.

You wake to the sound of clattering and open your eyes, seeing Harry bent over his suitcase holding a small pink wash bag you remember buying for him so he'd stop using yours. He's dumping stuff into it with a frown of his face and you clear your phlegmy throat.

"What are y'doing?" Your voice is croaky as you watch him through sleep-filled eyes. He starts, glancing back at you before lifting from his knees, grabbing his tote bag.

"M'gonna get ready early at the venue. I need a bit of space." His voice is quiet and your heart leaps into your throat. You sit-up, rubbing your eyes with your knuckle. Your whole body aches and you try to will away the feeling.

"Space? Don't go." Your voice is small akin to his. You knew that the bickering was a bit excessive today, but it wasn't really a regular occurrence for the two of you, just when you both were emotionally and physically exhausted.

"It's only for today. I think we've both just got a bit of cabin fever, and I fancy a bit of alone time." Although his words sadden you, you can't help but agree. You love Harry's presence, and find yourself lucky to be able to spend his most memorable moments of his tour by his side; but sometimes the bed felt a bit too warm with the two of you, and the bathroom got a bit cramped when you were both getting ready, and Harry was leaving milk pods everywhere from his coffee or you weren't throwing away used makeup wipes.

"Okay. So I'll see you after?" You will away a sneeze before you say it, rubbing your hands up your sore arms and making a mental note to take some painkillers.

His eyes soften but his nod is stiff, him walking over to place a chaste kiss to your head before slipping out of the hotel room. And although it's upsetting that he didn't want to be around you, you do feel the irritation waver once the room falls silent.

"Are you okay? You're a bit shivery, babe." Harry Lambert has to shout over the noise of the crowd as he observes you with his concerned eyes, but your gaze stays trained on Harry sprinting around the stage. You shrug and he places a hand on the back of your neck, hissing and moving it to your forehead.

"Shit, you've got a bit of a temperature. How are you feeling?"

"Not great, to be honest." The blocked nose was impending the minute you climbed into that cold water in the morning, and it finally manifested itself after you roused properly from your nap, feeling like you'd been dragged across concrete. 

"Oh, you shouldn't have come, hun. Does Harry know?" Glenne rubs your shoulder gently and cranes her neck around to find Jeff. You sniffle, shaking your head and wrapping your coat tighter around your body. If someone saw you they'd probably think you looked ridiculous, given the common knowledge that backstage got very stuffy very quickly from the equipment and the commotion, but your fever was making you shiver like you're in the Arctic.

"We went swimming this morning in the sea. It was so cold. I think I'm just quite run down, and being too cold this morning worsened it." Lambert nods and ushers you out of the wing of the stage and back to Harry's dressing room, putting you under strict instruction to wait there.

The show only had 20 minutes left, so you figured it wasn't worth carting back off to the hotel when Harry would be following shortly after, so you hunker down and whip off your own coat, wrapping yourself in Harry's big puffer and falling sound asleep on the sofa. 

Chattering and cheering outside the door shortly later filters into your ears as you sleep, and it rouses you quickly, a cold sweat on your brow swept away by someone's hand.

"Hey, are you okay?" A soft voice speaks and you peel open your eyes, Harry's rapidly falling chest and the glisten of sweat of his neck comes into vision. He's still wearing his stage clothes, as if he ran straight to find you. His face reads nothing but worry and you feel the anger from before dissipating quickly.

"Hey." You croak, attempting to clear the phlegm from your throat. He frowns, brushing your hair back with his fingers pursing his lips.

"I didn't know you weren't feeling well, baby. Lambert said you looked really ropey and had to come and sit down." Your eyes close as he rakes his fingers through your hair.

"Hm. I think I'm a bit rundown, to be honest, H. Must have caught a cold or something." You barely manage the words out with your dry throat and he takes note of this, manoeuvring to grab you a bottle from the mini fridge.

"I'm too hot, can you take this off me? I'm too sore to move." You gesture to his large puffer coat draped over your body and he grabs it quickly. A small smile is on his face at the thought of you grabbing his coat for comfort, rather than your own.

"Shit. I bet the swimming didn't help this morning." He sighs, raking a hand through his hair with the guiltiest look on his face, "and you were worried about me getting ill, yet I dragged you in there without even thinking."

You don't say anything as you swig from the bottle, shrugging.

"S'not like you dragged me in by my hair, or something." You attempt to joke, but you grimace at the aches coursing through your body. He grabs the palm of your hand and plants a kiss there.

"No, but I definitely guilted you in."

You repeat a swig of water to avoid saying anything snarky. He huffs and plants himself down on the sofa, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders.

"I'm sorry I was such an arsehole earlier." You lift your eyebrows sarcastically and he fights a laugh.

"You really-" you pause to sneeze and Harry leans away, "sorry- you really pissed me off before. We need to stop going for each others' throats when we're tired, I don't like arguing with you."

"Bless you, And- you think I like arguing with you? Of course not. I just felt very crabby this morning, I'm sorry again." He looks genuinely guilty, and you're fully aware that the way you were both acting in the morning wasn't a true reflection of either of you. Plus, the cold is draining your body of energy, so you don't have the patience nor the desire to carry on bickering.

"I understand you're just a bit burnt out. It's okay."

He smiles, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. You lean on to his shoulder and fight sleep until he drags you out of the state.

"Baby?" You hum and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek, "I'm gonna take you back to the hotel, okay? Get you a nice bath, beautiful."

"That sounds nice." You say softly, gazing at him through your half hooded lids. He smiles slightly and provides many forehead kisses until you're in his car, and lets you lean on his shoulder the entire drive back, drawing you a cool bath (as to not aggravate your fever) as you peel the clothes from your body that once were curing your chill and were now starting to make your body temperature skyrocket.

"Want me to stay?" He mumbles, hands fiddling with yours. You nod and lull your head against the porcelain to look at his face.

"Let's promise not to fight too much on this tour. Don't want to end up strangling the world's favourite rockstar." Your voice is sleepy from the intense calmness that takes over your body from the stroking of Harry's fingers against yours and the lapping of the bath water.

He laughs loudly at that, but quickly quietens down when he sees your wince from the echo.

"Next time I'm a prick, I give you full permission."

"Mm, noted. Can I have a kiss?" You mumble. He leans forward but hesitates.

"You've got the leurgy." His head hovers over the bath water to reach your face and you frown, because although you're fully aware that he needs to avoid getting poorly for his shows, you're ill and still feeling slightly needy. Out of spite, you lift your palm quickly and flick the water over his face and hair, making his jaw lower in shock.

"That was out of line."

"You gonna carry on complaining? The water's nowhere near as cold as it was this morning." Your eyebrow raises and his face goes white as a sheet.

"Okay. Maybe I deserved that one."

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[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Hidden (Kim Hongjoong) Rated

Pairing: Soccer Jock! Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)× Nerd! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, College AU.

Summary: There's nothing that makes Hongjoong feel better after a game than to spend it with his secret girlfriend.

Word Count: 3.5+K

Warnings: male breast play (we love the hiddies), light gropings, dry humping, light degradation, corruption kink, unprotected soft, vanilla sex (always use protection), dom! Hongjoong, sub/slightly inexperienced reader.

Taglist: @seacottons (I wrote this for you ♡), @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux @brie02 @multidreams-and-desires @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers when their prized center forward kicked the ball with full force into the opposing team's goal, effectively allowing them to take victory over another college from the area. His teammates hoisted the bleach blonde male over their shoulders, parading him around the field and letting the spectators admire him once more. The athlete shyly smiled and gave tiny waves towards the crowd. His eyes passed through all the rows of people standing about, searching and scanning for a particular person he hoped would come to see him.

Once he spotted a familiar red plain hoodie tucked near the very end of the bleachers, his smile grew even wider and he even felt bold enough to send a wink their way, the tiny group of admirers sitting nearby mistakenly thinking it was directed at them. The figure in the hoodie tried not to let any suspicious look give her away, but even she couldn't stop the faint pink hue that appeared on the apples of her cheeks. He mouthed a few words to her, which she understood to mean for her to wait for him at a certain place while he went to go get changed. Quickly picking up her bag, she made way to step down the bleachers, but unfortunately for her the little group of popular girls had the same idea, thus ending in one of them bumping into her rather harshly and sending her crashing down onto the concrete stairs that allowed one to get out of the spectator area.

The soccer player of course saw this and slightly hissed when he watched her palms come out instinctively to lessen her fall, only imagining the stinging sensation they went through. He then turned his attention to the tiny clique leader who looked completely unapologetic, her mouth saying something that he couldn't quite make out, but judging from the way her little minions snickered and laughed, he deduced it was only another one of the usual jabs they liked to fling at the poor girl. And he hated it, the scowl clearly visible on his face. Just when he was about to turn around and give them a piece of his mind, the victim looked up and gestured for him not to intervene and just run along to the showers. He hesitated briefly until she once again assured him she was fine, getting up and quickly escaping before another accident occurred.

Left with no choice but to follow her instructions, the soccer player joined the others in the showers to freshen up after a long and arduous game. He made sure to be quick about it, as he wanted to go check up on her injuries as soon as possible. After drying off completely, he stuffed all his belongings into his bag without caring to check if he was crushing anything and sped out of there. Along the way to the place where he parked his car, he only waved at his fellow classmates and belatedly ignored the prissy bullies that caused the incident back at the bleachers.

"Snakes." He mumbled to himself as he passed by them.

Rounding a tiny corner of the building, he took out his keys and unlocked his car, looking around in confusion when he didn't see the person he was expecting anywhere nearby. Hearing a tiny rustling of leaves, he rolled his eyes when he finally realized they were hiding behind the hedge that decorated the stairs that led one inside the building.

"There's no one else around, now come out of there before the groundskeeper finds out you were messing up his artistic shrubbery." He called out as he walked over to the hedge.

Peeping her head out, the girl looked right then left to make sure he wasn't lying before throwing one leg over the green barrier, trying to get out. It definitely proved more difficult getting out than getting in, as her foot accidentally got stuck when she tried to swing her other leg out. She grunted softly as she tried to yank her foot out, which she eventually accomplished but with how hard she pulled she was thrown off balance. Had the male behind her not have run up to catch her, she would have surely hit her head on the floor. Luckily he had indeed caught her before such tragedy occurred. Looking up, his unamused face was bearing down on her.

"Thanks?" She sheepishly said.

"Don't mention it honey bunch." He snorted when she frowned at one of the many nicknames he enjoyed teasing her with.

"Don't start now Kim Hongjoong." She grumbled with a huff as she sat upright.

When she turned around, she had no chance to say or do anything as he took her hands and made her palms face him. Hongjoong sighed when he saw the tiny scrapes on her fragile skin.

"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch." She asserted before he got anymore upset.

"These 'scratches', and the mean names, wouldn't happen at all if only you'd let people know about us."

She recoiled slightly at his words. He was right, she knew that. Still, she was hesitant about letting the entire school know about their secret relationship, something that he was more than eager about sharing. But he respected her need and wanting of privacy, even if it irritated slightly at times.

"I'll be fine Hongjoong. Really... their words don't bother me anymore. And besides, I'd rather not have all eyes at me at every moment. I like being an invisible wallflower." She repeated what she often said.

He understood her, but couldn't help the sigh that came out his lips.

"Honestly L/N Y/N, I don't know what to do with you sometimes." He confessed as he turned her palms over, his eyes focusing on her left hand. Or more precisely, on the black promise ring that was wrapped around her left finger. He smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb over it, knowing that on the inside of it, his name was engraved in white, followed by his birthstone in the shape of a heart. He wore a similar one around his neck, held up by chain that dangled right above his chest, close to his heart. Only the one he wore was a white band and had his lover's name in black with her own birthstone on it. It was a present he had bought for their 1 year anniversary, which had happened not too long ago. Every time he saw her wear it, he felt a warm and tranquil feeling in his soul. He himself never took off the chain off his neck, only when he needed to shower and even then, he made sure to never misplace it.

It was a somewhat nostalgic feeling, standing there, holding her hands kinda like the first time he worked up the courage to come up to her and state his interest in dating her. Even to that day, he couldn't believe she would have actually agreed. He was so happy and full of bliss at having her that he couldn't help himself as he closed his eyes and began leaning his face towards hers. His girlfriend widened her eyes and let out a muffled shriek before pulling away from him. Hongjoong grunted angrily as he walked after her towards his car.

"It's not a crime to kiss my girlfriend in public you know." He exclaimed.

"Someone might see us." She kindly reminded him.

Throwing his hands up in frustration, Hongjoong was about to start nagging but opted for taking a deep breath instead to calm down.

"Ok fine, but once we get behind closed doors, I'm expecting a lot of cuddles and smooches from you. You've been giving me the cold treatment at school even beyond what we agreed on and I'm slightly hurt." He pouted as he turned on the ignition.

Shaking her head, Y/N leaned over and placed a peck on Hongjoong's cheek.

"Ok you baby. Only because you were amazing on the field today."

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Safe in the sanctuary and privacy of her apartment, Y/N couldn't hold herself back now as she tangled her limbs around her boyfriend, face pressed against his chest. Hongjoong couldn't stop himself from snorting when he felt her cheek rubbed against one of his protruding pectoral muscles. The arm that was stationed around her frame came up to lightly scratch the back of her head.

"Having fun there you cuddle bug?" He raised an eyebrow at her when she snuggled closer to him.

"Hmmm yeah. Your man boobs make such comfortable pillows." She beamed as she reached one hand up to caress the muscle that her face wasn't buried in.

"They are not boobs Y/N. We've been over this how many times?" He dropped his head back onto the pillow as he released an exhausted and frustrated groan.

Feeling a bit on the bolder side that evening, Y/N shifted her weight over so she was fully laying on top of him.

"If they're not boobs, how come I can do this?"

Hongjoong half gasped- half moaned when he felt his girlfriend's mouth part and latched onto one of his highly sensitive nipples. Of course his girlfriend took advantage of this little fact, suckling onto his skin in a tender manner. Hongjoong lost himself in the feeling of her tongue flicking at his hardened peaks, closing his eyes as she kept on enveloping his buds with her warm mouth, first one breast then moving to the other one. This time her suction was a little more rough, teeth baring to lightly bite on the skin around his nipple. Hongjoong obviously didn't mean and was thoroughly enjoying the more harsher treatment as he began bucking his hips up against hers, his tent brushing against her folds which were only covered by her cotton underwear.

Satisfied at being able to rile her boyfriend up, Y/N sat up with a smirk as she peered down at Hongjoong's dazed look. Before he could get a word out, his girlfriend begin grinding herself against his bulge, her hands steadying themselves on his lean but firm abs. Hongjoong looked up at her, his eyes glowing with the same lust that mirrored in her own. Not able to bear to leave her in charge, his hands came up to grip her hips, forcing her to stop momentarily before they started taking control of her movements. He guided her so every time her clothed mound would rub against his tent they would both feel the best friction between them. Not only was he in full control of her body rolls, he made sure to lift his hips up so she would feel him even more. The air around them thickened as their sexual tension grew more and more, their once soft sighs turning more into heavy panting as they both waited for the other one to give in and say they wanted more than just the semi clothed dry humping they were currently doing.

Y/N knew fully well Hongjoong wouldn't say anything, it was in his nature. He'd just keep donning that signature smirk he was hailing at her at the moment as he continued to grind himself up at her. She knew he wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him, as a form of payback for not acknowledging him back at the university. She wanted to play at his game, keep her mouth shut and even get off him only to leave him frustrated and aching. But she had no will or mind to do that. Not when her body yearned for his, cried out to have him pin her to the bed as he tore through her intimate places. She couldn't hold back any longer, her bottom lip was starting to hurt from how hard she was biting down on it.

"What's wrong babygirl? Something on your mind? Do you want something?" He teased her as he moved his hands to cup her ass, fingers digging into her flesh and brushing against the hem of her panties.

"Hongjoong... I want...I want.." Even after having done this quite a few times, she was still very nervous and shy about requesting such things from him.

"Use your words darling, I know you can use them. After all, you're the smartest person in school. So tell me...."

Sitting up so he could lean his face close to hers, Hongjoong brushed his lips against hers, replacing her teeth with his own as he tugged at the corner where she had been biting on just a few seconds ago.

"What do you want?" He asked once more, hands going underneath her shirt so they could fondle her perky breasts, a satisfied grin lightly appearing on his face when he discerned the subtle whine that came from her throat.

"You, I want you." She finally answered, her arms wrapping around his neck as she closed the space between them and kissed him passionately.

Their tongues tangled themselves together in a desperate and slightly sloppy fashion. Flipping their positions, Hongjoong carefully laid Y/N down on the mattress, never once breaking their kiss even when his hand dropped down to tug her underwear down her legs. She helped him out by lifting her hips up and was about to pull the hoodie over her head, but Hongjoong stopped her.

"No baby. Keep it on. You look more adorable wearing my clothes." Briefly pulling away from her, he had a cocky smile as he rid himself out of his own boxers.

"Even if I do enjoy taking them off you." He admitted with no shame, which didn't surprise her.

Prying her legs open so he could fit himself between them, Hongjoong peppered butterfly kisses across her forehead and temples, sighing blissfully as he aligned himself at her entrance.

"I love you." He always made sure to state those 3 words before they got lost in their love.

"I know. I love you too." She responded.

Satisfied at hearing his confession being reciprocated, Hongjoong slowly pushed himself inside her, always taking care to be gentle as his lovely girlfriend wasn't as experienced as he was. He let her walls adjust to the intrusion of his member as he busied himself by kissing along the side of her neck and near her jaw while his thumbs rubbed circles on her waist. Y/N took a deep breath and lightly tapped his arm, a sign for him to start moving.

Hongjoong started off with slow and deep strokes, making sure to angle his hips properly so his head would brush against that sweet spot that would have the girl underneath him crying out his name. Y/N's eyes dropped down to look in between their bodies, always fascinated by the image of Hongjoong's cock disappearing inside her. One of her hands came up and slid underneath her covered stomach, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she felt her boyfriend's bulge poke out from under her skin. Noticing this, Hongjoong chuckled softly.

"You like that baby? Like feeling my cock deep inside of you?"

She could only respond with a light nod of her head as she released a faint moan that turned louder when Hongjoong abruptly slammed back into her at a quicker pace.

"You feel so good around me love. You're so tight, warm, and soft- fuck! I can't get enough of you." He hissed as he continued to roll his hips into her.

Y/N loved hearing him say things like that to her. Hearing him say how much he wanted her, it turned her into puddy. However, there was something she had been meaning to ask him to try but didn't know how to approach the topic. Figuring it was the best opportunity then, she looked up at him with large eyes.

"Hongjoong? Can we try something tonight?"

His eyes instantly lit up when she asked that, always eager to satisfy anything she was curious about or wanted to try.

"Of course. Anything you want." He assured her.

"Then can you..... can you degrade me a little?"

Hongjoong suddenly stopped moving and blinked at her with a worried expression on his face. Y/N wondered if maybe she shouldn't have asked that given his reaction. She watched as Hongjoong's bottom lip poked out in a light pout.

"Baby why on earth would you want something like that?" He tilted his head at you.

"I just.... I want you to call me your bad girl." She muttered softly, feeling embarrased at declaring that.

Hongjoong let out a heavy sigh as he cupped her cheeks and squished her face.

"But you're not a bad girl darling. You're my good girl. My sweet, kind and obedient angel who doesn't misbehave or cause trouble." He reasoned with her as he planted his lips on her cheek.

Y/N let out a tiny huff as she began to think she would not be getting what she was hoping for.

"That's what everybody else thinks....don't they?" She could hear and feel the shift in Hongjoong's mood, confirmed even further when he suddenly clasped her wrists and pinned them above her head as he started moving once again, only this time it was a more rough and fast pace. He stared down at Y/N with a hungry gaze, tongue poking out to lick his lips as he slammed his hips deeper in her.

"Got everybody in school fooled thinking you're such a goody two shoes, little miss perfect who is oh so sweet, innocent and pure, has never even kissed anyone."

Hongjoong smirked mischievously, pausing briefly before continuing.

"How do you think they'll react when they found out I ruined you? What will they say about the fact you opened your legs for me and allowed me to steal your virginity?"

Y/N threw her head back against the pillow and groaned loudly. It was true, she had let Hongjoong take away her purity a few months back. It wasn't anything she regretted, she loved and trusted him enough to give herself up to him, and she knew the feeling was mutual with him. And now to have him use that against her at that moment, to remind her of it, it felt amazing.

"What will your parents say? Their perfect daughter not only dating behind their back but actually letting her boyfriend stay over with her and fuck her into the sheets. Bet they'd be mad, bet they'll hate me for tainting their precious little angel." He laughed in a mocking tone.

Y/N's moaning now turned to whining and whimpering, her legs wrapping around Hongjoong's waist when the unrelenting tempo of his thrusts was threatening to throw her over the edge. Hongjoong knew this too given he felt everytime she clenched around his shaft, her walls squeezing onto him as if her life depended on it. He muffled his raspy pants when his lips attacked her mouth once more, his pecks aggresive and teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"And so many guys will be jealous. You don't know but I've overheard even some of my teammates whisper about how they wanted to rob you of your innocence. Hell, I know for a fact even some of the professors wanted to shove their cocks inside your little pussy." As he dished out those tiny secrets she never knew about, Hongjoong's pounding became more harsh and he snarled with jealousy at the thought of anyone else looking at his prized possession in an erotic way.

Y/N clung onto him as she was on the brink of topping over, nails raking along his back.

"But they'll never get a chance because you're mine. All mine. This pussy of yours is mine. I claimed it a while back and only I get to fuck it. It's mine..... you're mine."

Unable to contain herself anymore, Y/N softly cried out Hongjoong's name as her body started twitching underneath his, face heating up as her juices pooled down her body. With only a few more strokes, Hongjoong himself was shooting his own cum into her, letting out shaky breaths that matched hers, their bodies collapsing on the bed as they tried to recover from the orgasm they just had.

After a few minutes and with his heartbeat back to normal, Hongjoong looked over at the girl beside him. Taking her hand, he held her arm up and aligned it with his so that the matching couple tattoos they got the month before would connect. It was a rather simple and subtle design, both of their wrists decorated with a beach wave that to anyone else wouldn't look out of place or arouse suspicions, but when they held it against each other, the waves formed a heart, which was exactly what Hongjoong was admiring at the moment. Rolling her over so she was facing him, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist so it would be easier to slip himself back inside the warmth of her walls. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, both of their eyes closing as they began to drift into a serene sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"I love you munchkin." He giggled when her hand smacked his chest.

"Don't start or else you're sleeping on the couch."

[noroi1000]

Hi! I hope you're doing well. I'm not very sure if your matchups are still open or not. If not pls feel to ignore this.

I was wondering if you could do a match up (NSFW if you're okay with that) for me.

I'm 22. I'm a 160 cm (5'3") tall female. I have doe eyes and they are reddish brown. My cheekbones are somewhat sharp. My lips are on the plump side and both lips are the same size. I also have a small mole on the left side of my lower lip. My hair's kinda straight and golden brown and it's till my mid shoulders. I'm south asian so my complexion is kinda tan but not too much. I have a lean hourglass build.

My MBTI is INFP. Oh and I'm Demisexual. I may come off as cold at first but that's mostly cause I'm an introvert. Once I get to know someone I can literally talk their ears off. Um I'm diagnosed with depression and ADHD. Though I've been working on it. I'm in college currently studying gender rights. I used to be a science student though.

I love animals and flowers. Well I grew up on the coat so I love nature in general. Though I live in the city now. I kinda miss the old days. I write sometimes. I also love listening to music of all kinds. And I also love anime which I'm sure was very obvious.

That's all I can think about atm. Thanks!

~💜

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

I know this may come as a surprise. But I mean his soft side.

Sukuna is cold and dry. Nasty and nobody likes him. It is, in a way. Maybe a lot of people hate him because of his character and personality because he doesn't like people. Many people get irritated easily and he also gets bored.

Therefore, most people do not even want to get to know him more than just look at him and then run as far away from him as possible.

Well, in my perspective, he is the person who is cold and dry to the people he sees for the first time. He is indifferent and irritated by the presence of people. He doesn't like it when a lot of people wander around and do nothing. Maybe they have some business or meetings, but they are all around him anyway. They don't give him the space he wants.

He is certainly not an extrovert. He will not have as many friends behind as anyone could want. Maybe hardly ever. Because no one wants to get to know him or get closer to him.

He may be mean, but judging by his behavior towards people who are more important to him, he is protective. Maybe in my own way of showing it, but that's it.

At first it may seem that he does not care about anything. But depending on his attitude towards a particular Person, this impression changes.

From being ignorant to the human life, he can turn into someone who smiles and reacts completely differently. It is important that he has the right company. Then there is the possibility that he will be a pain in the ass and will not detach from you for the rest of his life.

Of course, it depends for whom it is supposed to be ┐(´ー｀)┌ Let us notice his behavior for others… He will not be nice to everyone. And yet often for some people he won't even try to pretend.

The type of person I see in him is someone who doesn't care about people and will not notice them. Unless these are people he has met and he doesn't find them boring, annoying, and worthless.

For the person he has already assessed, there is nothing other than admitting a never-ending ride named Sukuna. He may have been ignoring, but he's not now. He stuck to you and was not going to let you go.

Headcanon:

• Being with him means you have no choice. He chose you from so many countless. That's why you can be with him now. He found you interesting.

He thought life with you wouldn't be boring. Or is that what he means? Calm activities that ensure pleasant feelings are also necessary for him.

• Apart from the disadvantages that every human being has, he can find something out of nothing normal. Especially to tell you that you are strong in some way. Let me put it bluntly, he likes the strong, but he doesn't like the weak. That is why he will find your strength in everything.

His queen cannot be weak.

You may not even notice it within yourself, but he will notice it. And that can be very comforting. It also helps to raise self-esteem. Someone like him won't often praise someone.

Of course, he will be waiting for praise from you because he likes to be praised.

• For him, you may want to do whatever you want. If you want to learn about rights or go to college at all, he can't forbid you to do so. Knowledge is also a force. To be strong, you need physical strength, but you also need to know something. With knowledge, you are already halfway to gaining power.

Although he didn't know if he would like you to start acting like him. Honestly, he would prefer you to remain a sweet girl to him.

• He will brag about you. No matter what you think about it, he will walk proudly with his hand on your waist, even without words showing that he is a proud person. He is proud of himself, and from the moment he got to know you, he is also proud of you.

• As a man who lived in a different time period, he is certainly someone who spends his time mostly in nature. Gardens, forests. He is certainly not very used to walking around town all day and browsing every store. Perhaps he will be interested in something sometimes, but he would rather go back to something he is used to.

Traditional Japanese gardens, the calm sounds of water and leaves. The wind that carries the scent of flowering shrubs.

Sitting on the grass in silence, where there are no people, is certainly more fun than pushing through the crowds.

• He likes that you like something like that. Writing, music, nature. It's something quiet. He likes the fact that you are next to him, giving him at least some peace that he sometimes lacks. Your mere presence can soothe him. Therefore, I would like you to be as you are now.

You may not have quiet moments, but for him it's still something that shows him a quiet life like a human.

And comparing you to a pet that you like is something that he will not stop doing.

You're not cold to him anymore. He has his goodness and feelings in you.

"Beautiful woman… I wish I had met you in my golden age. I could have you Then and now. You would be the most beautiful queen that I could ever have. Real golden Queen. Your look fits that name perfectly. My sweet little. Look at me again with those sweet, almost innocent eyes, and I will make you not run away from me today."

NSFW headcanon: We know him for his brutal and mean side. But no one said he wouldn't be gentle. There is brutality and strength in his hands. But not to hurt and break you. He squeezes every part of your body almost painfully, knowing you Like it. His strong fingers tug at his hair, comparing it to golden strands. He has to mark his queen. His little beloved woman. After all, no one but him can get you. Neck bites, all over the body. Anything that will make you twist and moan as you grab his hair. Every move is aimed at making sounds and uncontrolled movements out of you. For your and his pleasure. Hips sway hard against yours which he loves to make you just repeat his name. The innocent eyes looking at him will always want you more and more. You are like a sweet, calm, innocent and beautiful woman to catch and worship. Give you everything you want. From the pleasure it can give you with its body to everything else.

[shig-a-shig-ah]

hi hello let me start by saying Offering changed my LIFE. i love how your write the league. i was wondering if i could request something with shig and dabi “”fighting”” over reader? like a new member of the league and they’re both head over heels?

Anon, I know you sent this like a thousand years ago but I just kind of sat on it because I knew inspo would strike eventually, and it finally has. (And thank you for your compliments, really glad you enjoyed Offering!)

» pairing: shigaraki tomura + dabi x gn!reader

» cw: implied NSFW, maybe teeny hints of implied dubcon? 18+, minors DNI.

» wc: 826

You joined the League for liberation. To change the world and give people like yourself—the weird, the downtrodden, the ignored—more freedom to live how you all see fit.

Instead you're being suffocated.

The worst part is they act like you can't even hear them. Maybe they think you can't—maybe they think you're too stupid to catch the hushed whispers and frustrated glances they both send your way as they debate over your like you're a piece of meat.

"They're mine, Dabi."

"Says who? I haven't once seen them look your way."

"Says me. I'm the boss."

"Sorry, boss. Your authority doesn't extend to my dick." That line is punctuated by a less-than-friendly slap of a burnt palm against angular shoulders. "But may the best man win or whatever."

***

It escalates from there and they're not even subtle. The dignity and arrogance of their self-assured exchanges falls away the moment they're in front of you, jockeying for the position closest to you, practically tripping over themselves to close that little extra bit of space, and you're not sure how to feel even if you are flattered.

You wonder constantly if it's even about you anymore, and not just their desire to win. But it must be, because they act between themselves like you're some prize to be won, but they're like schoolboys with crushes whenever their good fortune puts them in a room alone with you.

Shigaraki sputters, his face reddening behind Father as he stumbles through small talk, your normally-eloquent-if-abrupt leader struggling to string three coherent words together. That's tolerable—cute, even, or at least cute enough that on nights where you're feeling bold you'll rest one hand on his arm and watch his face turn the same shade as a tomato, his lips splitting into a lopsided grin that's just a little too spit-slick.

Dabi's the mean kind of schoolboy. He'd pull your pigtails if you had them, but you don't so he settles for other abrasive tactics for getting your attention. He sits beside you, cigarette dangling from mismatched lips, and then blows the smoke in your face. Sucks the whiskey off the ice cubes in his drink and throws them at you, chuckling to himself when you frown.

When you stop getting annoyed by it, pluck one of those cold projectiles off the bartop and pop it in your mouth, that smug smile vanishes and he gapes, shifting uncomfortably and tugging his shirt down in a way that suggests he finds that response more tantalizing than your usual irritation.

***

It's annoying. Smothering. Exhilarating.

They start bringing you gifts and you start to see the benefits of this little competition, the one neither of them have actually filled you in on because apparently a confession of feelings is against their unspoken rules.

Shigaraki is the undisputed winner of that part of the game—he has All for One's resources and Kurogiri to run errands, after all. He tries to talk to you about games and you mention you don't have a system? Less than twelve hours later there's one in your room, shiny and new and accompanied by many of his favorite titles, and 'he'll show you how to play if you want'. He sits just a little too close and he has to put a pillow in his lap after you rest a hand even briefly on his knee, but it's still surprisingly fun.

You're pretty sure Dabi steals everything he brings you, but at least he has expensive tastes. He's less direct that they're gifts, always hides them behind some pretense—'Picked these fancy chocolates up off some guy when I was recruiting, you like that shit, right?'—but he never offers those sweets or trinkets to Toga, or to anyone else, and he gets a cocky smile when you thank him with a kiss on the cheek. The smugness there makes it clear he thinks he's winning, but you'd done the same to Shigaraki two days ago when he brought you the new Animal Crossing game even though he 'doesn't like that cutesy shit.' It's only polite, right?

***

You didn't expect them to stop competing and start cooperating. Maybe you should have—should've known this couldn't go on forever. Maybe you should have finally picked one of them for real, or maybe, maybe this is actually the best case scenario, coming into your room to find them waiting for you.

Both of them. Sitting on your bed, legs bouncing and impatience in their eyes, lips splitting into identically-lascivious grins when they rise, Shigaraki's breath hot on the back of your neck and Dabi's warmth nestled against your front as two sets of differently-dangerous hands start to wander your body.

"You thought it was cute to lead us on, huh?"

"Did you think we'd be patient forever?"

"Maybe it was hard to choose but that's okay, we worked it out. Now you don't have to decide."

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Prompt - the circumstances of the first time Jaskier rubbed chamoline onto Geralt's lovely bottom. I'm all about Geraskier but however you'd like to cover it, if you are so inclined. Thank you.

Thank you for this prompt, it is right up my alley! <3 I hope you like the fic!

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CW: There is a naked butt that get's rubbed with chamomile oil but in a none-sexual situation, mention of minor injuries

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“You cannot expect me to wear this ridiculous outfit,” Geralt said, nodding at the colourful ensemble of clothes Jaskier had laid out for him. It was a whole outfit - doublet, shirt, trousers and boots. He wouldn’t be surprised if he would find silken smallclothes in the pile.

“Hush now,” Jaskier swatted at Geralt’s accusatory pointing finger.

“If you want to join me at the banquet...”

“I don’t want to join you…” Geralt grumbled, but there was no real heat to it. Jaskier had asked him to play bodyguard. The banquet he had been hired to perform at would be frequented by a handful of people holding unjustified grudges against the bard, as Jaskier had put it. 

“You will look splendid in these, my dear,” the bard said, ignoring Geralt’s protest. He lifted the sky blue doublet and held it to Geralt’s chest. “I think this color suits you.”

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“If I would have worn my armor, like I wanted to, I wouldn’t have thorns sticking in my ass,” Geralt grumbled. 

Jaskier huffed, “how was I supposed to know that you planned to place your ass in one of the Duchesses famous and - might I add - exceptionally expensive rose bushes.”

Geralt’s growl would have been more intimidating, if he wasn’t lying face down on the bed and Jaskier sitting next to him, painstakingly removing rose thorns from the silken fabric of the trousers and his subjacent butt.

“I was pushed in the rose bush…” Geralt interrupted his protest with a wince as Jaskier removed a particularly big thorn, “by the very man who wanted to beat your nose in, because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants around his wife.”

Jaskier snorted and yanked the next thorn out with more force.

“His poor wife wanted and needed a good shag,” he said, “he was clearly not satisfying her.”

Geralt was glad that his face was hidden because he blushed as he suddenly felt not the twinge of the tweezers but Jaskier’s hand on his butt.

“What are you…” he began, his voice a bit too high.

“I think you should remove the trousers now,” said the bard.

“What?” Geralt asked indignantly. His blush deepened as Jaskier let his hand carefully wander over Geralt’s bottom.

“I think there are still some smaller thorns that went right through the fabric.”

Jaskier said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask someone to strip naked so he could examine their buttocks. 

Geralt coughed and stood up. He turned his back to Jaskier and started to remove the silken trousers. He had to admit that they had been more comfortable than he had expected and was a bit sad to give them back to the bard. 

“Your smallclothes too,” Jaskier said from behind him. Geralt had been sure it wasn’t possible but his face grew even hotter, but he did as he was asked. 

When he was naked from the waist down, he laid down on the bed once more, hiding his face in his arms. He felt the bed sag when Jaskier sat down next to him and stiffened when he felt his long fingers carefully stroking over his butt.

“So, my dear witcher,” Jaskier said in his melodic voice, “did you enjoy the evening?”

When Geralt started to growl, he interjected, “I mean prior to your unfortunate encounter with the rose bush.”

Geralt didn’t say anything for a while, too distracted by the fingers roaming over his buttcheeks. But he tried to think back. The wine had been good - Est Est, and the food had been decent. 

But he hadn’t been able to really enjoy the evening, because he had to watch Jaskier flirt with every beautiful woman and handsome man in the vicinity. He wasn’t jealous of course, just irritated. 

“Ouch,” he bellowed as Jaskier found another tiny thorne and drew it out.

“I think that’s it,” Jaskier said after a final soft stroke over Geralt’s ass, “but now your poor bottom looks like it has seen a good beating.” Lost in thought he stroked over Geralt’s butt a bit more and Geralt wasn’t sure if he should say something but this felt kind of...

“One moment, I have an idea,” Jaskier said and interrupted Geralt’s thought process.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, as he remembered that he should probably protest whatever Jaskier had in mind, “what are you…”

But he stayed still as he could feel Jaskier moving and reaching for something. A second later he heard the unmistakable sound of a vial being uncorked and the soothing scent of chamomile filled the air.

“This might be a bit cold,” said the bard and Geralt felt something liquid dribble on his butt. 

“What the…”

“It’s chamomile oil, Geralt, good for irritated skin.”

When he felt not only Jaskier’s fingers, but both of his hands on his butt, he growled, “what exactly are you doing?” 

“Do you want to be able to sit in the saddle tomorrow or not?” Jaskier said as he drew his hands away. 

Geralt’s butt suddenly felt cold and he had to admit that it had felt kind of nice to have Jaskier’s hands there. 

So he mumbled “okay” and could practically feel Jaskier grin.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jaskier laid his hands back on Geralt’s butt and started to gently rub the oil into his skin. He took his time, taking care to cover every inch, gently massaging the sore skin and humming softly.

When the initial embarrassment and uncertainty about what Jaskier was doing with him was overcome, the soothing scent of chamomile, Jaskier’s warm and gentle hands and his humming, helped Geralt to relax. His shoulders sagged down and the muscles in his jaw loosened, and as he was drifting off to sleep, he more felt than heard a low soothing rumble. 

Jaskier smiled down at his witcher, who had been such an angry kitten just half an hour ago and was now purring himself to sleep with Jaskier’s hands on his butt. 

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The Vessel [Pt. 3]

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader

Summary: While you are trying to figure out why the Witcher is so abhorrent towards you, he finally gives you a hint as to why he doesn't like you. Also, you realize something— Yennefer and her spells can never go wrong.

Warnings: Geralt being a dick is what.

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It had been weeks since you slept with Geralt of Rivia, but you hadn't been feeling any different. If it were up to you to say, you would say that Yennefer's plan didn't work— although you couldn't muster the courage to ask her directly if it did.

What made you so sure that the plan hadn't worked was the fact that Geralt and Yennefer had been fighting about something since a few nights and you could feel the strain in their relationship starting to show up. This hunch that you had only strengthened when one day, you unknowingly stumbled upon an argument between the Witcher and the Mage.

It was almost a week after that night on the Great Mount. Geralt had been indifferent towards you since then— not even bothering to spare a glance in your direction when the four of you were in the same proximity.

You were now back at Redania— your home, but so were Yennefer , Geralt and Jaskier— staying at your place like unwanted guests who were exceeding their stay.

Jaskier held two heavy logs in either of his arms, while your own hands were stuffed with the eggs from your coop, that you were intending to cook up for dinner tonight, when you heard shouting from one of the rooms upstairs.

"It was you that said that the plan would work. It didn't work, clearly."

You could recognize Geralt's voice from afar; broody, low and devoid of any emotion.

"Aren't you going to go check in on them?" You turned towards Jaskier and frowned, your eyes shooting upwards, fixing on the topmost stair before you withdrew it and fixed it on him again.

"Me? Stuck between a broody Witcher and a scary Witch? God save my poor soul then." Jaskier commented back as he placed the logs by the fireplace and began to light it.

"Jaskier—" You couldn't help but smile at him, as you placed the eggs on the table and blinked, turning towards him, "Yennefer isn't a witch, she is a mage. Besides—"

Before you could complete your sentence, Yennefer's shaky voice reached the both of you, and you couldn't help but wonder what was actually going on between the two of them.

"I don't understand what's gotten into you, Geralt. These things take time. Why won't you let the spell take it's due course?"

"Yen, your spell failed. It's high time you realize that."

You shook your head to yourself as you busied yourself with trying to prepare the stew for dinner, but your ears were fixed on them.

"You don't question my spells, Witcher. I know what I'm doing. Besides— now to come to think of it, did you even fuck her right?"

Jaskier couldn't help but snort, but when he looked at how red you suddenly were, he immediately masked his expressions as he propped himself next to you.

"Did he, [Y/N]?"

"Jaskier, I'm not having this conversation with you," You shook your head at him, exasperated that he was still bugging you with this question, "Now can you please help me out? I need help with the stew, Jas'." Jaskier stood up, whistling to himself as he fixed himself next to the pot, stirring it while you began working on getting the bread ready when the door above slammed shut and heavy footsteps began descending down the stairs. Both you and Jaskier turned to see a very annoyed Yennefer walk towards the front door, without her Witcher in tow, just like he already was.

"I've got some business to attend to in Novigrad, Jaskier." She pointedly ignored you, and you couldn't help but bite back the words threatening to spill out of your mouth. Living under your roof, she was behaving like you were an outsider. Secretly, you were thrilled that she was leaving , even though it was for a short while.

You watched, through the window as a portal suddenly emerged just outside of your barn, and she disappeared through it, leaving you and Jaskier gawking at each other, Jaskier finally speaking, "I say, trouble in paradise?"

"It's none of your concern, Jaskier. You really need to stop meddling with other people's businesses. Now would you be kind enough and go ask your friend to come down? Dinner's almost read—"

"Jaskier, come on now. We're leaving." Geralt cut you off as he finally appeared, all dressed in his tunic and breeches, his sword peeking out from behind him. You parted your lips, ready to ask him where he was off to but it was like he had already anticipated that this was going to come, so finally he looked at you, but with the same indifference with which he had treated you so far.

"It's time we move on. Keep the coin. Seems like Yennefer's plan failed after all—"

The sheer coldness in his voice stung you like a thorn but you didn't let him realize that. Slowly, you lifted the cloth, wiping your hands with it, trying to act just as indifferent towards him— even though you felt like you had been betrayed, which you mentally cursed yourself for.

This was going to happen one day or the other— and wasn't it better that they were finally going to be out of your life now? And not later when they would mercilessly pull your babe away from a mother's breast and call it their own?

"Where are we going, Geralt? We can atleast stay for dinner, a man needs to eat—"

"We will roast a deer on our way, Jaskier." Geralt's irritation was evident from his tone, so the bard turned towards you, choosing now to ignore the Witcher with a sulk on his face.

"Oh Jaskier," you whispered, softly, "Don't you worry. I'll quickly pack some food for you, for the way."

"Oh hush, woman, don't go so soft on me, I would want to switch the roles with that broody gentleman over there."

Your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire; and you were sure you had turned a tomato red. You instinctively looked away, quickly finding yourself a distraction at the table as you began packing some bread and ham in a cloth satchel for him to take along with him— fighting back the smile that craved to break out.

"Jaskier, you are free to stay here for as long as you want, the minute I get on Roach, I leave," grumbling, the White Wolf slammed the front door shut as he walked off, your eyes suddenly widening, as the smile was quickly replaced by a lingering hurt upon listening to his words. Why did he hate you so much? Was it because you couldn't give him— them— the child they so desperately wanted?

"Okay thank you for the dinner, and don't, like DO NOT mind him, he has always been a grumpy ham."

Jaskier took the satchel, flinging it over his shoulder, whilst at the same time grabbed his lute and immediately darted out, and by that time, the Witcher was already trotting towards the main path. You fixed yourself by the front door, watching the poor bard struggle to catch up with him and once the two of them were out of sight, you went back inside.

If there was anything that turned a bright way for you after the three of them stepped out of your life for good was the fact that you had enough coin on you now to last for atleast a year. You bought three new goats so you could milk them and sell the milk in the village, along with the eggs.

But the void remained—

The night's were the most difficult, because there were nights when you woke up to a dream where a certain white haired, amber eyed man was laying in bed with you, his thick palm resting on your waist, your back pressed against him as he spooned you.

Maybe it was because you couldn't sleep that night too, that you did not miss the strangled groan that you heard from outside your window. You forced yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes as you leaned over the window to look out but you couldn't see anything. Just then, someone began pounding on your front door, startling you.

It didn't take you long to run down the stairs, still dressed in your chemise, your arms wrapped around your arms as the knocking became frantic and urgent. When you opened the door, you felt like someone had kneed you in the gut—

"Jaskier?" The bard looked a mess, his clothes were bloody and dirty, his hair slick and sticking to his face.

"I didn't know who else to go to nearby. Geralt needs—" Jaskier began, and the two of you turned towards Roach. Geralt was although perched atop, he was now arching forward, his body almost limp, his head resting against the saddle.

"What happened, Jaskier?" You ran out towards Roach, who whinnied at you, perhaps having sensed that something was wrong with her owner. You placed your palm on Geralt's shoulder, but the minute your palm came in contact with him, he grunted and looked up, and you saw how weak and pale he looked, "I told J-Jaskier — I'm f-fine.. Jaskier.. Jaskier..fuck.. Novigrad.. I asked you to take us to ... Novigrad."

Geralt of Rivia was injured, the flesh on his side had almost been ripped apart by what looked like claws, and yet he was being a stubborn pig. You grabbed him by the fabric of his tunic, balling the fabric as you began literally dragging him off the horse, paying no heed to his annoying murmurs.

"Jaskier, can you help? I alone cannot get him off, you know?"

Helping Geralt walk into your home was a difficult task but somehow, you and Jaskier convinced Geralt to do it. You sat the very injured Geralt by the fire and knelt down in between the space of his legs, using gentle fingers as you rolled up the torn fabric of the tunic. He hissed when your fingers came in contact with his clawed flesh and that's when you saw how massive the claw marks were.

"Who did that to him, Jaskier?" You let go off the big man as you stood up, your hands now caked in Geralt's blood. You ran up to one of the wooden racks that stood by the fireplace with a dozen glass bottles on it. You grabbed the mortar and pestle, placing it on the table in front of you, as Jaskier lowered himself on a chair, now wiping the blood off his face with a washcloth.

"I swear you should have seen it, it was the tallest harpy I have ever seen— well technically, it's the first harpy I've ever seen," he mumbled, and you couldn't help but give him a weak smile as you began to look for the ingredients to make a paste for Geralt's wounds.

"What are you looking for?" Jaskier asked, intrigued, as he watched you fiddle with the glass containers.

"Turmeric, Jaskier. It will stop his bleeding, although had he been human, that injury would have killed him— instantly," you pointedly stared at Jaskier, and he gulped nervously when your words finally registered into the back of his mind. You quickly turned away, resuming your search for the other ingredients. You pulled out two containers; one with lotus petals and the other one containing chamomile, placing it on the table, next to the mortar and pestle.

"Jaskier, while I prepare the paste, can you get Geralt to lie down by the fire? And take off his—" You pointed towards his tunic that was already ripped apart, hanging loosely by his side. Jaskier immediately nodded, getting to work.

You knelt down next to Geralt. His eyes were open, but his face was sweaty and his breathing was uneven; his lips tightly pressed together as he stared at the fire. Your fingers delicately moved over the gashes on his side, and he didn't flinch as much now.

"Can you sit up, Geralt? I need to bandage your waist."

That's when he turned towards you, regarding you briefly as he grunted, pushing himself up slightly and you quickly bandaged his wound with a cloth, securely tying it around his waist before he fell back against the makeshift bedding you had created for him by the fireplace.

You were finally done tending to the man's wounds so you stood up, moving to wash your hands by the sink, when Geralt's voice reached you, startling you.

"I told Jaskier not to bother you. Yennefer could have fixed this."

Your head sharply turned towards him, and you parted your lips, but it was as if your words were lodged to your throat, refusing to come out.

"You can't put all the blame on Jaskier. He could have left you to rot, stolen your mare and left, but he stuck around to ensure you were brought back to safety. You need to learn to swallow that thick ego of yours and give the bard some credit," you intentionally chose not to talk of Yennefer.

He grunted in response, shifting slightly so he could get comfortable, his body tilted at an angle towards the fire that you could see more of his back— full of old scars— this one will be adding to it soon.

"Are you a healer?"

His question pulled you off track.

You shook your head, wiping your hands with a clean cloth, reaching out for one of the blankets that you had stored for yourself as a winter supply, placing it over Geralt's legs— with half a mind that you will have to fight him for this act too— but much to your surprise, Geralt of Rivia accepted the blanket, pulling it over his chest.

"No, not a healer, just a woman with a passion to know things. You see, living alone you need to know certain things as you never know what life is going to throw your way."

"Hm," he fell quiet, and all the two of you could now listen to were the embers erupting from the fire.

The next few minutes, Geralt was quiet, so assuming that he had fallen asleep, just like the bard had; already snoring away to glory, you pulled your chair closer to the fireplace, lowering yourself against it as you began working on another blanket for Jaskier.

"You should have said no."

Startled to hear the low broody voice again, you looked up but this time found Geralt sitting on the makeshift bedding, the pads of his feet resting against the floor, his back turned towards the fire but his face turned towards you.

"Geralt, you should lie down—"

"You should have said no to Yennefer, but you agreed although you knew what she wanted to make you do."

"Says the man who makes a living slaying monsters. Would you say no to a good bounty if that meant being paid enough to last you a year?" You snapped at him, not meeting his gaze.

"You needed coin, there were thousand other ways to do it."

"Like what, Geralt? Don't you think I tried all these ways you are talking about?" The half done blanket now lay forgotten at your feet, and you were standing, towering over Geralt, your lips trembling with rage. How dare he?

"There are many brothels in Redania that I know of that would have gladly taken you in."

"You know what, Witcher?" You spat, "I'm NOT having this conversation with you. I don't like you anymore than you like me, so there's no point in even speaking. Once you are well enough, I would gladly have you out of my home."

You turned away from him, and then blinked, for you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, as a thick chunk of a tear rolled down your cheek. Swallowing bitterly, you began climbing up the stairs, rather loudly, when Geralt mumbled, "You won't see us when you wake up tomorrow, don't worry."

Ignoring him, you reached the topmost stair, but when Jaskier began speaking to Geralt in a low voice, you couldn't help but pause, inching your ear towards them so you could listen to what they were saying.

"Why do you insist on being like that with her, Geralt?"

Jaskier's words were followed by what sounded like a bitter laugh, and a cough.

"I knew you were awake. I wondered why you didn't jump in to defend her like you always do, Jaskier."

"That is not the point, Ger—"

"If you must know why I can't stop being the way I am around her is because every single time I see her, I'm reminded of the false hope that Yennefer gave me, Witchers are sterile, and that's how it is, I should have known than to fall into Yennefer's words."

He was hating for you something you hadn't even done. You gave him hope, or Yennefer did?

You would have stood there and continued listening to what more he had to say, but you couldn't help it— your face turning sour, when sudden nausea hit you. Your palm instinctively flew up to your lip; making you almost double over and your eyes lifted up, scanning the area for anything you could use to relieve yourself. Grabbing an empty basket that lay close by, you fell down on your knees, your knees scraping against the wood of your flooring and you began wretching out the contents of your stomach, sweat trickling down your forehead as dread filled you up. You were scared that Yennefer's spell had worked. Your palm flew to your flat belly and you pursed your lips together, blinking away the tears and wiping the corner of your lips.

Now that you had wished for the spell to fail, it had perhaps, worked. Maybe things weren't destined to go about the way you wanted them to— all you wanted was to watch Geralt of Rivia leave you alone for good and never come back [Wishful thinking]. But if, the spell had worked, it meant that you were probably carrying his Witcher baby, and that meant, you will have to see more of the white haired man with amber eyes, whether you liked it, or not.

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The Feeling's Plain to Me (13/14)

Summary: Ficlets set in the same ‘verse as It’s Who I’m With. What did Kurt and Blaine get up to in between Christmas and St. Patrick’s Day? (for the Klaine/CC Valentine's Challenge 2022)

Rating: T

Notes: I really liked this song and the mood/idea that it inspired. Maybe it's a bit ooc that Blaine would be concerned about what people thought of them bursting into song in public, but this 'verse tends to be a little more grounded in reality than canon.

I'm going out of town for the night, but should still be getting the final chapter up by the end of the day tomorrow. Thank you all for reading, and have a lovely galentine's/Valentine's day!

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13: End Up With You - Carrie Underwood

February 18

“It’s cold,” Blaine complained, jamming his hands deeper into his coat pockets as they walked.

“Then let’s walk faster,” Kurt suggested, stepping around a fire hydrant. “Or I can give you my scarf.”

“No,” Blaine grumbled. “Then you’d be too cold.”

Blaine knew that he was being snippy, but he couldn’t help it. He was cold, and tired, and annoyed, and he could feel a post-liquor headache beginning to form.

It had started out as a nice night, meeting Kurt after work and getting drinks at a pub not far from Blaine’s apartment. But a long week full of minor frustrations was catching up with him, and by the time they’d decided to head home he was deeply looking forward to getting into bed and cuddling up against Kurt to fall asleep.

When they’d reached his building, though, Blaine had searched his pockets and discovered he didn’t have his keys on him. He slumped against the icy surface of the building’s front door, miserable that this paltry pane of glass was standing between him and his comfortable bed.

Kurt had called the bar, and thankfully Blaine’s keys had been found on the floor under the stools where they’d been sitting. This still meant they had to walk through the freezing late-night air to retrieve the keys, though.

“I could keep you warm,” Kurt said playfully, stepping behind Blaine so he could wrap his arms around his waist. Blaine felt Kurt’s breath on the side of his face as Kurt rested his chin on Blaine’s shoulder. “How’s that?”

“Now we’re going too slow,” Blaine argued, trying not to tangle his legs in Kurts’.

Kurt pulled back, allowing them to walk more freely, but kept one palm on Blaine’s back. “You’re in a bad mood.”

Blaine swallowed back the urge to say duh, because the only way to make this night worse would be if he started a fight with his boyfriend. “Yeah,” he managed to say instead.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said gently.

They reached an intersection and paused to check for cars before crossing the street. On the other side they passed by a dive bar just as the door was opening to let a group of people out. Over the sound of chatter inside, they could hear staticky music playing: “...I’m sure you’ve heard it all before but you never really had a doubt…”

Kurt laughed as they shifted to the edge of the sidewalk to let the bar patrons pass. He nudged Blaine slightly with his elbow and said, “come on, even Oasis won’t make you crack a smile?”

Blaine hunched his shoulders forward and made a noncommittal noise. His limbs felt heavy and stiff, and the air stung his eyes.

They’d walked several yards in silence when Kurt began to sing. “And all the roads we have to walk are winding.”

“Kurt,” Blaine muttered.

Kurt ignored him. “And all the lights that lead us there are blinding,” he sang. He wasn’t being very loud, but singing on a dark, public street still made them stand out.

“People are going to think you’re crazy,” he tried to say, but Kurt just kept singing over his words.

“There are many things that I would like to say to you,” he sang, spinning around to walk backwards so that he was facing Blaine. He gestured widely as he went on: “but I don’t know how!”

Blaine could feel a smile tugging at his lips, an infectious warmth pushing away at his irritation.

“I said maybe!” Kurt belted, throwing his head back. Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, seeing his talented, ridiculous, perfect boyfriend put on this dramatic performance for him and any random passers-by. “You’re gonna be the one that saves me!”

Finally, Blaine joined in to loudly sing along. “And after all! You’re my wonderwall!”

Kurt beamed at him when he started singing, and held out his hand. Blaine grabbed it, and they stayed connected as they continued down the street, singing the second verse and paying no mind to the odd looks they got from anyone they passed. By the time they finished the song they were both out of breath, stumbling and clutching their ribs as they laughed. They’d reached the pub, and Kurt paused to lean against a streetlamp as he caught his breath.

“Thank you,” Blaine said. He was still tired, and it was still cold, but his bad mood had evaporated completely.

“Of course,” Kurt said, leaning in for a brief kiss, their lips chill against each other. “Glad I could help.”

They went inside and quickly acquired Blaine’s keys, thanking the bartender profusely. On the walk back to Blaine’s apartment he held Kurt’s hand, not caring that it was colder than keeping his hand in his pocket. He didn’t know what the morning would bring, or what new annoyance he might be faced with next. He knew that things wouldn’t always be sunshine and rainbows, for himself or for his relationship with Kurt. But he also felt sure, in this moment, that every aggravation would be that much easier with Kurt there, to commiserate with him or cheer him up.

When they finally got into Blaine’s apartment and went to sleep wrapped up together, his bed felt that much more comfortable and warm for the extra trouble it had taken to get there.

[rimaiahwrites]

Red handed—

Chapter seven

After Erik drove away Israel came in to the house grinning even though he low key pissed her off.

She was still happy that she got to spend time with him, Erik was actually bringing happiness and excitement to her dull life and she couldn't be happier about it.

Israel walked right passed her brothers and into the kitchen, not even noticing all her brothers and their friends sitting in the living room looking at her like she lost her mind.

She grabbed a water bottle and began to chug it. Until she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and started choking on the cold water. Noah got up from the floor and made his way over to pat her on the back.

When she got her choking under Control, she waved at them giving her best smile trying not to look suspicious.

"Who the fuck was that nigga you was wit'?" Her smile dropped.

"What are you talking about I-" Jay cut his eyes at her, daring her to lie to his face. Israel rolled her eyes trying to play it off. "He's Just one of my friends jay, relax."

"Since when do you have guy friends?" He asked walking into the kitchen. Everyone now quiet like he was some sort of king.

"Since when did I have to answer to you?" Israel spit back, looking him up and down. Jay was a bit taken back from her tone because it wasn't like her to get go smart mouth with him.

"Since you were born fuck you mean when? You forgetting that you the youngest?" He said cocking his head back like she just said the most stupidest shit ever. "no but You keep forgetting I'm grown. I can do as I please." She hissed slamming the freighter door shut. "I'm not no damn baby anymore, stop trying to tell me what I can and can't do I'm grown rather you like it or not, the fuck" she said stepping up to him as if he wasn't 6'0 and bulky grown man. not even realizing that she had raised her tone with him...or that she was cussing.

"Girl-" she quickly held her hand up to hush him. "No! I'm so done with this shit! Y'all three get to do whatever y'all want and y'all still live in mom and dads house and don't nobody say shit to y'all but when I hang out with someone of the opposite gender it's a problem? as if you did just sneak that girl In your room not to long ago, as if y'all wasn't fucking in there while mom was downstairs right under your room." She spit out dropping her head down a bit to give him a death stare. She was so irritated and had so much adrenaline running through her, she was shaking.

"You really can't say shit to me jay!" She said slapping her hand on the counter, and her other hand in her hip. Looking like a middle aged black mama yelling at her disobedient child while jay just stood there staring wildly at her but there wasn't much he could say. It was all true. She cut him up and now he was stuck not knowing what to say.

It was quiet in the living room and kitchen.

Jays friends didn't say a thing but they were fully entertained with the argument going on between the two Sibling.

"So what you just fucking random niggas now? Huh? That's where you was last night? At that niggas house being a hoe?" He shouted, veins popping out the side of his head. Israel face dropped at his words and they stung more then she thought they would.

You could hear a pin drop nobody made a move or spoke a word. Just a silent staring contest between the two. Jays fists balled, shoulders squared looking like he was ready to fight while Israel on the other hand was her eyes were getting glossy and her breathing heavy. She could feel the lump in her throat getting harder to swallow.

She cleared her throat and turn to walk back to get her bag by the front door. And heading up stairs, there was nothing else to be said. Israel now knew that her big brother saw her as nothing more then just a hoe, he has made it very clear today.

Israel waited until she was 18 just to talk to men and now he was calling her a hoe not even knowing that she only stayed for the night, And that was all. But there was no point in arguing with jay, he was stubborn and a asshole. if that's what he thought that's what he thought.

She shut her bedroom door and headed straight to her bed, stuffing her face in her pillow tears coming down like a waterfall.

She was Tempted to call Erik just so he could come get her of the hell hole she called home.

Maybe that was over dramatic but she hated it here, she loved her family but being with them 24/7 wasn't something she planned on doing once she turned eighteen. She honestly thought she would have been treated like her brothers were but then again she was never given a fraction of the freedom her brothers has. She was never treated like her feelings mattered, everything has always been about the boys.

You would think that since she's the only daughter her father has she would be treated like a princess and get away with everything but that definitely wasn't the case with her father. She was always the one to get yelled at first, she was always the first one to get blamed for something she didn't do and was always the first to get it the worst of her siblings.

Her father was a strict, mean military man that had no Sympathy for anyone and he clearly passed that down to his oldest son.

She was so sick of crying over them, she was so sick of being mistreated.

With tears still running down her face she sat up and took a deep breath feeling like she was dropping down into that deep hole she liked to hide herself in when she was feeling down.

His words replaying in her head like a broken record. She wasn't a hoe and she knew that and she knew that she didn't sleep with Erik but some how his words sank into her skin so deep that she felt dirty. Like she had committed some sort of sin.

She was only having fun, and finally getting the teenage experience she never got to have when she was younger.

Israel was tired of crying over things her family has said to her it was time for her to stop letting their words hurt her and effort her mental health.

She stood up from her bed and decided that she wanted to take a flower bath and just pray her troubles away.

-

Erik parked his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class outside of the were house he owned. This was the place he kept all of his weapons, books, important papers and information he had collected over the years of him being in college and the navy.

He and ten of his close friends that he met in the navy had formed a elite group of former navy seals. Their jobs were to Take down small governments and expose them. They also would kill small amounts of police officers and clans men which 9 times outta 10 were the same group of men.

About six months age they made a little mistake that almost got them caught which would've cost them their lives which is why they took a break to regroup to better themselves. Erik and three of his boys ace, zeik and Rae all trained the hardest they ever have far as fighting techniques, Brent, rocky and von all worked with weapons and the rest of the boys were hackers.

Today was their first meeting in six months. Erik has changed Plans and moved things from the original date so this meeting is important.

Erik walked to the side door of the warehouse and slide up the side  paneling to reveal the handprint scanner, that was the only way to get into it up less you climb to the very top and through the window but the chances of that happening was slim. Once he was into he went to the corner of the large warehouse and behind the staircase that lead you to go upstairs which was empty.

He walked into the staircase little door where there was a another door that used Voice activation to open. "State your name please." a robotic voice said as it Scanned his face. "Erik Stevens."

"Face scan complete, welcome back erik." The voice said as the heavy Metal door opened to Reveal his underground lab.  "Feels good to be back." Erik Chuckled as he walked down the steps. All of his boys turned their heads from the game of pool to Erik. "Ayo Erik where you been at motherfucka you was supposed to be here a hour and a half ago." Erik grin as he dubed ace up ignoring zeik interrogation. "Right and you be the main one mad if Someone else late to the meetings." Rae butted in.

Erik rolled his eyes.

"If y'all don't shut the fuck up, I gotta life to I just got caught up." He shrugged them off as he walked over to his desk. Rae eyebrows raised as he looked at the rest of them and they all were just as confused as him. Erik and "personal" just didn't go together in the same sentence, if he wasn't working out he was working. Erik was always work, work, work.

Brent smirked as he grabbed his water  bottle and took a sip "him must got a new bitch or sum'" ace snorted "nigga yeah right that nigga ain't been in a relationship in years, Erik fucks and dips." It was true. That just wasn't like Erik.

"All I hear is you motherfuckas being worried about me let's get to work!" Erik clap his hands exactly as he went into the meeting room with the rest of the men following.

-

After a four hour meeting they had finally figured everything out. It was now 10:46 and Erik was tired, Israel sleeping over had him exhausted since it fucked up his sleep schedule. On a normal day Erik was in bed 11 o'clock and up at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep was very important to a healthy life style. It was Proven that people that get at least 7 hours of sleep they live longer.

Soon as Erik got home he took a shower and got straight in bed. he didn't even bother putting on clothes.

It's almost been a week since Erik has last spoken to Israel since he had been so busy. It's been strictly wake up, eat, work, train and work some more he didn't really have time to hang or call.

He felt a little bad for it but he knew that she knew he wasn't ignoring her intentionally...at least he hoped she knew that.

Today Erik was going to the gun range with ace just to do some training and catch up with him since they really hasn't had the chance to do that.

Since ace's car was in the shop right now so erik decided to pick him up instead of him catching a Uber. Soon as erik pulled up to aces Apartment he saw he step out of his door and jogged over to the passenger side.

"Wassup E," he said as he sat his bag down in the back seat. "Wassup bro you ready to show these niggas how to aim?" Erik said jokily as he drove off.

Erik cooked his AMT and aimed it at the head of the paper man all the way in the range and let multiple bullets fly from it giving him a slight rush. He adjusted his safety glasses and gripped the handle of the gun again before pulling the trigger but aiming at a different figure. Him and ace were both in their own little worlds before the ringtone from Erik's phone pulled him back down to earth, it caught aces attention too.

It was Israel.

Erik beamed down at the screen but Debated if he should answer it or not, he wanted to he really did but decided it would be best if he called her later since he could barely hear from all the gun shots being fired.

"Who was that? Got you smiling and shit..." ace asked with his eyebrows raised. Placing his gun down to face Erik. "Nigga why you so damn nosy?" Erik cut his eyes at him while blindly putting his phone back into his pocket.

"What you mean nigga? I'm just trying to see who making my dawg so happy is that a crime?" He said jokingly jerking his head back. Erik rolled his eyes.

"It's was one of my friends." Erik stated before grabbing his gun again trying to get off the topic. Ace put his hand out and pushed the gun down before he could pull the trigger.

"What friend? cause the last time i checked we had the same circle of friends?" Erik sigh getting annoyed with aces interrogation. Did he want to tell his best friend about Israel? Hell nah. Because he know his best friend and he knows he's going to go over bored and start doing the most with questions.

"You don't know her. Drop it nigga."

"Her? So you got a bitch or sumn'" Erik shock his head not even meaning to slip up and say anything. It was to late to take back now. "Nah she not my girl, we just been chilling." Erik shrugged, as he corrected him.

"Lemme see what she look like nigga how you know I don't know her?"

"Hell nah nigga stop being nosy-"

"Ok but if I had a bitch I would show you-"

"She not a bitch tho." Erik said sternly in their back and forth bickering. As annoyed as Erik was ace had a point and they both knew it. Ace talked to him about everything and if he was interested in a girl Erik would be the first to know about it. Erik put his gun on safety and sat it down before digging In his back pocket to grab his phone.

He scrolled through his camera until he found his favorite picture of Israel. It was one she sent to him not to long ago, her hair was wild with tiny ringlet coils. Her lips and mouth were stained red from the dumdum that hung from it. She had her white silk night gown on and a dainty rose flower necklace that hung between her collarbone.

Erik handed him the phone and watched as he brought his fist up to his mouth. "Nigga she fine as fuck damn where you find her at?"

"A party I went to not to long ago, she was shy as fuck she would barely talk to me." Erik chuckled taking his phone back to put it back in his pocket. "We been hanging out the last few weeks, she cool." Erik said nonchalantly to make it seem like he wasn't feeling shordy as much as he was. To someone like didn't know Erik as well as ace did he would've them really thinking he didn't like her and it wasn't a big deal but ace knew.

"You feeling her?" Ace asked facing Erik now, Erik shrugged.

"Like I said she cool."

"Mm." Was all ace said. Erik didn't need to answer, ace already knew the answer.

[ficklewish]

Dance the Night Away

Diluc x reader

Genre: fluff

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, not proofread

a/n: dance the night away by twice came on while I was thinking of a title so that happened 🕴 diluc might be ooc here, I apologize for that ;;

You hated these formal events. Being forced into an elegant yet uncomfortable outfit and having to be all chummy with random snobby nobles made you want to hurl, especially the overconfident noble men who seemed to not know what personal space was.

You were currently leaning against a pillar, away from the main crowd of the event with a non alcoholic drink in hand. Noble men and women spoke amongst themselves, high pitched laughs and obnoxious chuckles sounding throughout the venue in attempts to win over someone for business. You wanted to go home, but never acted on it as your mother would flip her shit if she found out you had left instead of coming home with a stuck up rich person, ready to marry you so your family could gain more power and money.

You sneered at the thought, hating that your mother only thought of you as a possible bank. Scanning the crowd, all you saw was old men with large beer bellies and women with a little too much lipstick, and you had to clamp your mouth shut to keep from letting a loud groan leave your lips. Taking another sip from your drink of choice, you decide to head towards one of the balconies away from the crowd before a flash of bright red comes into your peripheral.

That's where you first saw him, Diluc Ragnvindr. One of, if not the most chased after man in all of Mondstadt. You couldn't deny that the chatter from gossiping girls on the main street about him had intrigued you a bit, wondering what the man acted like to have everyone want to be married to him. From what you could see, Diluc was an attractive man, and from the way both old and young women swarmed him the second he stepped foot on the main floor, everyone seemed to think that way as well. You almost felt bad for the wine owner, seeing that his personal bubble had been popped by the women trying their best to grab his attention. Almost.

From personal experience, in your mind, all noblemen were the same. Faking their smiles, using their charms and looks to take advantage of people desperate to climb up the social ladder, and once they had gotten what they wanted, they would drop them like old toys in favour for new ones. You experienced it first hand thanks to your father, who used your mother for a better reputation and dropped her the moment someone better came along. Due to this, you despised them all, no matter how nice they seemed in the public eye. The same goes for Diluc, as you looked at him with mild disgust, deciding not to wonder about what he would do to some poor noble. Taking one last look at the man, you make a beeline for a balcony farthest away from the crowd.

Breathing in the cold night air, you sigh, grateful to have been able to escape from the stuffy room, the smell of alcohol was becoming too much. You swirl your drink in your hand, looking over the city of freedom with a bored look. Placing your glass on the railing, you tense at the sound of footsteps nearing your area, praying to Barbatos that whoever was heading your way would leave you be. The anemo archon however, had other things planned for you, as the culprit of your anxiety stands a good distance away from you, heaving a loud sigh which sounded close to a groan of tiredness. Peeking through your peripheral view, you almost choked on your spit when you realized that it was Diluc who stood near you. Still looking at him from the corner of your eye, he looked irritated and tense, most likely from the mob of attention seeking women. It hadn't seemed like he even realized that you were on the balcony, too caught up in trying to relax.

You awkwardly cough to announce your presence, and Diluc snaps his head towards the sound, visibly tensing a bit, however his face was blank, likely trying to hide his surprise. "My apologies, I didn't notice anyone was here." You shake your head, hoping to calm his nerves a bit. "It's alright, no need to apologize." Diluc's shoulders drop a bit, some tension leaving his body, but not entirely. He turns toward the railing, leaning against it. "If you don't mind, I would like to ask for your reasoning in being here. I don't recognize you." You still for a moment, not wanting to be vulnerable in his presence, and he seems to take notice. "That is…if you feel comfortable sharing, I do not want to make you uncomfortable." Pondering his question, you decide to tell him the truth. It's like your disgust for him that was present a while ago had vanished instantly, as the aura around Diluc felt safe and comforting, like he was a friend you've always known.

You both had a nice conversation with each other, talking about the wine industry or taking jabs at the snotty nobles in the gala behind you. From what you could gather, Diluc hated the nobles just as much as you did, didn't like alcohol which was ironic since he owned the Dawn Winery, and had an adoptive brother named Kaeya who was currently drinking the night away, or so he told you. From behind, you hear the orchestra prepare to play a slow piece, intended to have the guests have a dance. Deciding that it was time for you to head home, you only manage to take one step before Diluc stops you with a hand on your wrist. "Forgive me if I'm being too bold, but would you like to have a dance with me?" You feel your face burn, and give a slow nod to him. A tiny smile blooms on his lips, and his hand moves from your wrist to gently hold onto your hand, guiding you to the floor to dance with him.

When walking over to the floor, you notice the nobles have started whispering about who you were and why were you with Diluc. Most of the women sent nasty glares, while some were giggling to others. You did your best to ignore them, keeping your head held high as Diluc takes you to the center of the floor. At the center, he turns to you, still holding your hand as he begins to look bashful. "Are you ready?" You nod once more, giving a reassuring squeeze to his hand as he brings you closer to him, placing his free arm gently around your midsection while the other raises your held hands up a bit. You place your unoccupied hand on his chest before glancing up at him. From this position, you really take in Diluc's features.

He is taller than what you saw from the comfortable distance you had on the balcony. His eyes a shining ruby red, which holds a sort of gentleness in them which is directed at you. His body exudes warmth, and you gladly accept it. The orchestra plays their piece, and people begin dancing with each other slowly, but you only focus on Diluc, and on not stepping on his toes. You look down at your feet, taking extra precaution to not embarrass yourself in front of the nobles, and in front of Diluc. "Eyes up here, trust me in guiding you." You quickly look back up into his eyes, and a slight smirk forms on his lips. "Are you nervous because of what they said while on our way here?" You scoff, looking around briefly before looking back at him. "Of course not, I'd rather drink wine than be nervous in front of them." He chuckles at your answer, swinging you around a bit and bringing you closer to him. His cologne invades your senses, and you breathe it all in.

"To be honest, I don't even have to be here, but I admit that watching overconfident nobles trip over their own feet from being too drunk when trying to leave does make up for the boredom of these events." You snicker, images of one of them rolling down some steps flashing in your mind. "Who knew that Master Diluc could have good humor?" He rolls his eyes at the title, the arm around your waist tightening slightly. "I have humor, thank you very much." A hearty laugh escapes you, and Diluc smiles, one bigger than what you had seen at first.

The song ends, and you become a bit saddened at the thought of having to leave. You had become slightly attached to Diluc throughout the night, and having to leave with the possibility of never seeing him again had a prick of pain shoot through your chest. Diluc gently drags you away from the floor to a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of the nobles. Once in private, he raises your hand to his lips, giving a kiss to your knuckles before looking up at you through his lashes. "It was a pleasure dancing with you Y/N. Perhaps you'd grant me some more time to get to know you. How does dinner at the winery tomorrow sound? I'll pick you up from the gates of the city." He gives you no chance to refuse, not that you would anyway. You nod, giving him a lovestruck smile as he does the same back. "It would be a pleasure, Diluc. I can't wait." He chuckles, giving your knuckles another kiss as he stares into your eyes with a look of adoration. "Neither can I, love."

[simplybakugou]

uhm this is the first time i'm requesting ever hehe. a female s/o who is constantly pining after bakugo and he always rejects their advances and them in general. but after being rejected too much, s/o decides to stop pining after him and began to get close with todoroki and bakugo notices that and tries to win s/o back :)

⋆ PAIRING: bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: pining; swearing  ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1082

A/N: this is a v cute ask and congrats on your first request! 🥳 thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!!

Something was wrong, Bakugou could tell from the minute things first started to feel weird. You were the new girl, the one who constantly pestered him since the minute you first laid eyes on him. After months of your constant attempts to ask him out only to receive an adamant “no” every single time,  Bakugou was prepared like any other Monday morning to be greeted with another one of your attempts. 

But you were sitting at your desk, scrolling aimlessly through your phone as you were detached to whatever was going on in the room before class officially started. Bakugou glanced over at you expectantly, preparing himself to say no before you could even approach him but for some peculiar reason you hadn’t moved from your seat.

Not putting much mind into it, Bakugou sat down in his seat, which was located right beside you. You still didn’t pay any attention to him as Aizawa entered the room and class began. The rest of the day went by relatively quick and oddly enough you hadn’t even uttered a word to Bakugou. As time went by, it had been two weeks since you had spoken to him directly.

“Y/N, hasn’t been hanging out with us recently,” Kaminari said with a pout.

“Well finals are coming up and I think she’s just been preparing for them with the other girls,” Kirishima said with a shrug.

Bakugou scoffed as he took another bite of his lunch. “She probably thinks she’s better than us… hanging out with these other shitty extras.”

“Dude, you’re just being a drama queen,” Sero said, side eyeing his friend for assuming such a thing about you.

Before Bakugou could curse him out for calling him a drama queen, he sealed his lips shut after noticing you walking with Mina towards the table with a tray of food in your hands.

“Well look who decided to join us,” Kaminari teased, overjoyed to have you back with the group.

You chuckled. “Sorry guys, I know it’s been a bit since I hung out with everyone.”

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero nodded understandingly and they all, including Mina, watched you carefully, anticipating your attempt to ask Bakugou out since it had been a while since your last attempt. Whenever you had tried to ask him out, you did so in front of your friends without any shame even though Bakugou rejected you.

But to their surprise, you stayed quiet, eating your food like everyone else in the cafeteria had been doing. Bakugou narrowed his brows at you as you kept talking to the boys and Mina throughout lunchtime. Occasionally you’d make eye contact with Bakugou due to his intense staring and you'd give him a small smile. For some reason that pissed him off.

But what pissed him off even more was when you spotted Todoroki finally entering the cafeteria to buy lunch and you immediately sprung up from your seat. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

Before any of your friends could say anything, you called out to Todoroki, looping your arm through his as you both walked over to buy lunch for him. 

“Whoa, I didn’t know those two were close,” Kirishima commented.

“Ooh, you think they’re dating?” Mina asked excitedly as she peered over to the table you were now seated at.

“I don’t blame her. I mean this jackass rejected her so many times and now she’s with someone who won’t waste her time,” Kaminari said, glaring at Bakugou.

On any other occasion Bakugou would’ve given Kaminari a piece of his mind for his comment but he was far more irritated by the sight of Todoroki of all people being the one you were sitting so close to.

***

The remainder of the day passed like it normally did but Bakugou found it difficult to pay attention for the rest of his classes. He glanced over at your seat beside him occasionally, watching as you intently listened to your teachers and took notes like the diligent student you were. 

The end of the day came and you said bye to your friends like you usually did only this time you went out of your way to say goodbye to Todoroki. Bakugou could feel his blood boiling. Where was his goodbye? You always treated him differently compared to your peers and now you were giving him the cold shoulder? Were you hitting on and asking out Todoroki like you had with him now?

Fed up with these questions berating his mind, Bakugou got out from his seat, ignoring Kirishima who had asked him to wait for him before he walked home. Bakugou followed you out the building and once you were both alone, he caught up with you and grabbed your wrist to stop your footsteps.

You turned around, confused who had grabbed you so abruptly. Your features softened when making eye contact with Bakugou. “Oh, Bakugou! What’s wr-”

“The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked harshly.

“What?”

Bakugou let go of his hold from your wrist, glaring down at you. “You’ve been ignoring me for two fucking weeks and now you’re moving onto that Icy Hot bastard?”

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” you said simply.

“Oh? Then what’ve you been doing then, huh?”

You let out a sigh before you met his crimson eyes again with your own. “Bakugou, I’ve liked you for a while, you know that. I mean, everyone knows about it. But you’ve also rejected me like a thousand times. You can’t expect me to ask you out forever when I know you’re just gonna say no. I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just… keeping my distance.”

Bakugou’s gaze wandered around your face, trying to decipher what you were thinking. He scoffed, looking off to the side as he felt his cheeks burning up before he spoke. “Fine.”

You rose a brow at him in confusion. “Fine? Fine what?”

“I’ll… go out with you…” he muttered, refusing to meet your eyes.

Your own eyes bugged out in the shape of saucers, almost believing your ears were lying to you. “Wait really?! You’ll go out with me?!”

“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself,” Bakugou said. “We’re going out now so I better not see your shitty little ass talk to any other guy, especially Icy Hot or Shitty Deku.”

You beamed at him, looping your arm through his like you always did just to annoy him. Only this time he didn’t push you away and instead he walked you home. 

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[if-youd-only-try]

interrupted holiday kisses [owen patrick joyner]

words: 1902

summary: Y/N and Owen go to the complete middle of nowhere, wanting to relax, but someone prevents them from doing so

warnings: just a lot of kissing

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with fresh mountain air. A dreamy smile appeared on your face as a light gust of wind moved your strands of hair slightly, and the leaves of the trees rustled quietly. You closed your eyes for a moment and leaned against the railing, listening to the sounds of the forest around you.

A few seconds passed and you lifted your eyelids again to look at the surface of the lake, located about two hundred meters from the summerhouse you were currently staying in. The corners of your mouth gradually rose higher and higher. You've been looking forward to this trip for so long... You finally had a few days to yourself and you were going to dedicate them to your dream relaxation.

After a few moments, you heard a quiet creak behind you that reminded you that you weren't alone after all. Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at the entrance to the terrace. Standing in the doorway was Owen, who had most likely already finished carrying your luggage into the upstairs bedroom. His lips curved in a slight but extremely warm smile. Literally the same one he gave you when you first met.

"This is where you hide..." he said, moving closer to you. You straightened up slowly, still leaning against the railing you let him hug you from behind. The boy rested his chin on your shoulder and gently kissed your cheek.

"I'm not hiding at all." you laughed softly, stroking his hand tenderly, now resting on your stomach." I just started enjoying the views already. They're great." you sighed.

"Fact..." he agreed with you and together you started looking around.

A complete silence fell between you, broken only by the sounds of nature. Neither of you were bold enough to speak up.

"It's really nice of your friend to let us spend some time here." you muttered softly as Owen gently brushed his lips against your neck.

"To tell you the truth... He had quite a worried look on his face when he agreed to this." he replied, and you turned to face him. "I have a feeling Charlie's up to something. After all, this house is his. You don't know if he hasn't hidden some traps here..." he added, seeing your questioning expression, to which you laughed quietly and patted him gently on the chest.

"Don't overdo it, honey. Admittedly, I don't know him, but I think you shouldn't doubt his good intentions. But let's not talk about others... This week will be ours alone." you whispered, giving the blonde a gentle smile. Owen leaned over you and brought your lips together in an affectionate kiss, which you took as agreement with your words.

The first day of your trip was spent getting acquainted with the building, and you also took a little walk around the neighborhood. You were to spend this entire week in a complete remote area, where the nearest store was several kilometers away from you. This fact, however, only pleased you more. For you wanted a break not only from work but also from other people. You didn't return from your walk until evening, when the sun had already hidden behind the mountain tops. Because you didn't anticipate that the temperature would drop significantly at night, you didn't dress properly, which resulted in you getting quite cold.

To your relief, you remembered that Owen had chopped wood earlier, so you could light the fire. While the blond took care of lighting the fire, you went to the kitchen where you prepared warm cocoa for. It was your favorite drink and you often drank it together. When you returned to the living room, the boy was just getting up from his knees so he could sit comfortably on the couch. You reached over to him, handing him the cup at the same time, and he wrapped a blanket around you that was lying next to you and pulled you close. You snuggled into his chest, smiling at him.

"That's how I could spend every evening." Owen muttered, gently stroking your shoulder, then drank some cocoa from his cup.

"Anyone? And wouldn't it be better to spice some of them up a bit?" you asked, smiling flirtatiously at the same time, to which the blond man glanced at you.

You set your cup down on the small table in front of you and turned to face the boy. He also put down his cup and after a while you were lying on the couch, kissing passionately and gradually undressing. Soon, however, you were able to enjoy the moment, for something began to make a persistent noise somewhere outside.

At first you tried to ignore it, but the more you tried to focus on yourself, the louder the tapping became. Owen sighed quietly and, dissatisfied with this turn of events, got up from the couch. Without even correcting his shirt, he moved towards the exit of the house, scraping the poker with him on the way.

"I'll go see what it is." he announced, leaving you alone on the couch. You rose to a sitting position and wrapped yourself in the blanket lying next to you. The blond man managed to get your shirt off you, thus leaving you in just your bra and pants.

You yourself weren't quite sure how much had passed since the boy left, but at some point you heard something knock quietly on the glass. A shiver ran down your spine and you uncertainly lifted your gaze to the curtained window. For a long moment you looked frightened in his direction, and the knocking gradually grew louder. You swallowed your saliva quietly and slowly walked closer, still covering your bare shoulders with the blanket.

You reached out your hand towards the fabric and were about to see who was knocking inside when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. You jumped up, shouting loudly in the process, and instantly flipped backwards while taking a pretty strong swing at your opponent. If it hadn't been for Owen dodging your hand, you would have surely broken his nose.

"Relax, it's just me." he reassured you by embracing you carefully.

"Don't do that!" you yelled at him. All the fear you felt a moment ago is completely gone, giving way to anger. "It's not funny at all, Owen!"

"I spoke to you, but you didn't hear me at all and continued walking towards the window as if in a trance." he explained, wrinkling his brows slightly. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, putting his hand to your forehead, wanting to see if you had a fever. You, meanwhile, were taking a series of deep breaths to calm yourself.

"I would have felt great if it wasn't for something knocking on the window... I don't know what it was because I didn't take the time to check." you replied, sitting back down on the couch. After your words, the blond man swung back the curtain and opened the window, only to lean out of it a moment later.

"There's nothing here." he announced and retreated inside. He closed the window again and sat down next to you. "Maybe you thought it?"

"Are you suggesting that I'm crazy?"

"Of course not. But I know you get scared awfully fast, and whenever the neighbors make a noise, you make up theories about the sound like a racial horror movie." he laughed quietly, and you looked at him offended. "Okay, I'm sorry. It was certainly some kind of monster. Come on." you burped, crossing your arms over your chest and completely ignoring the fact that you were still half naked from the waist up. The boy put his arm around you, pulled you close and kissed you gently on the temple. "Come on... Don't get so angry. It was probably just a twig tapping on the window in the wind... Don't worry." he said, smiling warmly at the same time. He brought his face close to your neck and began to kiss you gently on it. You involuntarily smiled slightly, and all irritation completely drained away.

"Where were we?" you muttered quietly, tilting your head to the side and allowing Owen to act more and more daringly.

"I think I still remember." replied the boy and put you on the couch again. He hovered over you, placing kisses on your collarbone again.

Finally, something started knocking on the window again. Much louder than before. You shuddered and looked in that direction with fear. The blond man followed your example, however, he wasn't the least bit scared. His face expressed extreme annoyance. He rose and with a quick step walked outside without even saying anything to you. You rose to sit up and looked at the open door, this time not even covering yourself with a blanket. For a moment you waited in suspense for what would happen next.

What was your surprise when Owen returned to the room, holding some young boy by the collar.

"Well, there goes our ghost." announced the blond man, shaking the embarrassed teenager. Only after a moment did you remember that you were in just a bra, so with a quick movement you covered yourself with the blanket. The kid laughed nervously and was already taking in air, most likely wanting to explain himself, when the front door opened and a dark-haired boy dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans walked into the living room.

"Owen, don't torture the kid." he said as if nothing had ever happened and then settled into the chair next to the couch, casually sliding his sunglasses over his hair.

"I knew the look on your face didn't bode well, Charlie." Owen sighed irritably, then let the boy go.

Your confusion was growing and you only looked at (you guessed it) the owner of the house you were in.

"You didn't want to introduce me to your girlfriend, so I made the effort to meet her myself. I also figured, by the way, why not make a fun entrance?" he replied, shrugging his shoulders, then looked at you and smiled. "I'm Charlie Gillespie. And you're probably Y/N, our idiot's girlfriend, who I've heard so little about."

"My pleasure." you said quietly, looking at the brunet. The bewilderment still hadn't subsided, so that was the only thing you managed to get out of yourself in that moment.

"Is that all?" you heard Owen's impatient voice.

"Come on... You're chasing me out already?" asked Charlie, pretending to be offended. "From my own home?" he added, then rose from his seat. "All right... Have fun. The house is all yours. Kid, we're leaving."

"What about my money for scaring?" the kid asked.

"You'll get it right away." replied the dark-haired man and moved towards the exit.

After a while, the boy ran after him without even apologizing to you. The front door slammed quietly, you heard Charlie's car engine, and then there was complete silence.

You looked at Owen, still heavily confused, but he didn't say a word. He sat down next to you on the couch and for a long moment there was silence between you.

"You have strange friends, honey..." you said finally.

"Yeah... I know..." the blond man replied and leaned against you. You put one arm around him and kissed the top of his head.