#say hello to what ever my drunk brain make this

[leonightwater25]

Quick art just for these 2 thanks to the meme :D//plak Doomed black and white hair supremacy//HEH

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STWG Daily Drabble 11/29/23

prompt: modern au

Eddie is harshly woken by his phone ringing at— JESUS christ, 4:30 AM.

The number isn’t saved in his contacts, and normally he would just let it ring or hang up the call so he could go back to sleep, but his brain is a little fried so early in the morning so he answers it like a reflex.

“Hello?” he asks. He can hear the sleep in his own voice and hopes to god this call isn’t something important that his slow, rough voice will make him look bad for.

“Robin!!”

A very loud, very drunk voice screams the name Eddie doesn’t recognize into the line. He lacks the wherewithal to really sus out what’s happening, so he summons every ounce of intelligence to the best of his ability to mutter: “huh?”

“Robbie I’m so drunk and my phone died. The bartender let me use his to call you. come pick me up.”

The guy is whining directly into Eddie’s ear. it should be annoying, should be grating to his sleep-addled brain, but he can’t help but think he sounds cute.

“Uh, hey man, this isn’t Robin. I think you got the wrong number,” Eddie says.

The guy on the other end of the line goes silent, and Eddie imagines he’s pouting over there, probably too drunk to remember he needs to speak into the phone.

“Hey,” he says. “You okay? Are you going to be able to call this Robin person?”

“I did,” the guy whines again. “You’re not Robin.”

“No, I definitely am not. I’m Eddie. And who are you?”

“I’m Steve. Will you please come pick me up?”

He considers this, chuckling lightly to himself. This Steve sure is trusting. Eddie could be a murderer just waiting for a cute boy like Steve to call him up, and he says as much, but apparently all Steve hears is:

“You think I'm cute? Wait, how can you tell? Are you in the walls or something?”

Is he in the walls? Jesus this guy really is ass blasted, huh. And Eddie can’t leave a fellow bad late night decision maker to fend for himself, can he?

“You sound cute enough sweetheart. sit tight, I'll be there in 15 minutes.”

“mmkay!” Steve sounds purely elated to have Eddie on the way, and hangs up before he has the chance to confirm where he is. It’s no matter really, there’s only one bar in the area that’s open this late, and it seems the bartender picked up on that lacking piece of information as his phone pings with a location pin a minute later.

It’s one of Eddie’s usual haunts so he gets there in 10, familiar with the route and aided by the complete lack of traffic at this hour.

He wonders if in the last 10 minutes Steve has forgotten all about him. He is just a stranger he drunk dialed after all, and Steve’s so far gone his short term memory must be nothing at this point.

But when he pulls up and enters the building, he sees the most beautiful face he’s ever seen alone at the bar. He hopes to any god that will listen that Steve at least remembers his enthusiasm about getting home so he can see the way that elation shows on his handsome features. The bartender who’s been babysitting, and appears to be forcing him to drink water, points to the door and Steve turns around, his face alighting with all the brilliance of precious gemstones.

“Eddie!” He shouts, throwing himself off the stool to stumble over to him. He nearly falls to the ground, but Eddie is there to hold him up.

Their faces are inches apart, and Eddie can’t help but notice the way his drunkenness flushes his cheeks, giving the scattering of moles across his cheeks a beautiful backdrop.

“Hey pretty boy. Let’s get you home, okay? Where do you live?”

“With Robin,” Steve says, his face betraying the fact that he really thinks that’s the answer Eddie needs.

“Mhm,” Eddie patiently hums. “And where does Robin live?”

“With me, silly.”

“Oh boy, you’re really out of it. Why don’t I take you back to my place, get some food in you, charge up your phone, and we’ll go from there.”

“Is food the only thing I'll get in me?” Steve asks, pressing in closer to Eddie’s grasp.

It startles a laugh out of him. One that starts deep in his chest and rolls through his body, throwing his head back and shaking his shoulders.

“Steve, you barely know me. You’re just lucky I happen to be a very nice, very respectful guy, who is going to

feed you and nothing. else.”

Steve pouts a little as Eddie puts an arm around his waist and pulls him out to the car, loading him in the passenger seat and buckling him in.

It seems Steve has zoned out on the ride, either lulled by the movements or, god forbid, incredibly carsick. Either way he sits in silence with his face pressed against the cool glass while Eddie lets him be alone with his thoughts for the short drive home.

Getting up the stairs to Eddie’s apartment is a challenge. It’s like Steve is doing his absolute best to go ass over tea kettle down them. Eddie braces himself behind him, hands on his waist to keep him steady, trying his absolute darndest to ignore the lines of hard muscle under his sweater.

Now is NOT the time.

They make it inside with little incident, Eddie plopping Steve down on the couch to disappear into the kitchen after fishing Steve’s phone out of his pocket and plugging it in next to him.

“So, I’m not much of a cook,” Eddie hollers. “But how do you feel about grilled cheese?”

No answer comes.

“Steve?”

Nothing.

Eddie peeks out of the kitchen to find a snoring Steve, sprawled out on the couch like a starfish. Somehow he’s even cuter like this. It brings a fond smile to Eddie’s face as he covers him in a blanket, tucks a pillow under his head and leaves a trash can by his side just in case.

It’s almost 5:30 now, and the exhaustion hits him all at once. Eddie gives the man sawing logs on his couch one last once over before going back to his own bed and crashing, hoping for at least another hour or two of sleep.

When he wakes, it’s with an unexpected sense of excitement, expecting Steve to be on his couch ready to have a coherent conversation and a real introduction, but when he makes his way out to the living room, Steve is gone, his pillow stacked on top of the neatly folded blanket.

He shouldn’t be sad about this. Steve is, after all, just a stranger who was drunk and couldn’t even remember his own address. He was probably embarrassed, confused, hell maybe even scared to be waking up in a stranger’s house with vague memories of how he got there. He tries to focus on that aspect of the situation, rather than his own disappointment. He does not succeed.

Eddie sits down on the couch, in the very same spot Steve laid his head the night before and wraps himself up in the blanket. He buries his face in it, inhaling the faint scent Steve left on it and wonders why he even cares. It wasn’t as if they had some big whirlwind romance in the span of the hour they were together; but Steve was so sweet, so cute, so excited to see him after speaking on the phone for just a couple minutes. It wasn’t anything more than a random act of kindness, but maybe Eddie wanted it to be.

It’s as Eddie is thinking it over that his phone pings with a message. Eddie groans, it’s probably just Gareth, or maybe the bartender from last night checking that everyone is safe. Though even that is wishful thinking. He checks anyway, trying his best to tamp down any wishful thinking until he sees the unknown number on his screen with one simple word.

[463-291-8275]: Thanks.

Eddie feels a lump in his throat, his chest filling up like a balloon. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say, doesn’t even know if it is Steve, but shit he fucking hopes so.

[Eddie]: Steve? How did you get my number again?

[463-291-8275]: Uhhh… i definitely didn’t try like 10 variations of Robin’s phone number to find the one number i mistyped when i accidentally called you last night

Eddie frantically adds the number to his contacts before texting back, thanking whatever powers that be for giving him another shot.

[Eddie]: Wow I must have left quite the impression on you Stevie 😏

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: you could say that

Eddie smirks to himself, trying to ignore the blush that warms his face at Steve’s words. He tries to come up with what to say next, how to segue into asking him out on a date, but before he can, his phone buzzes with more messages from Steve.

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: so i know this might seem a little strange since we barely talked before i passed out in a drunk heap on your couch

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: thanks for not killing me btw

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: but um would you maybe want to hang out sometime?

Eddie jumps up from the couch, pumping his fist in the air like he just won the lottery. then, like he’s just remembering he lives alone, he yells at no one in particular: “FUCK! YES!” There’s an angry knock on the wall from his neighbor, but he doesn’t care in the slightest.

[Eddie]: idk about that Stevie

He goes to reply in his typical teasing fashion, but Steve’s reply comes in immediately before he can finish the thought.

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: oh

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: i totally get it

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: last night was probably weird for you

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: feel free to block my number i’m so sorry

[Eddie]: Woah, slow your roll there big boy!

[Eddie]: I said I'm not so sure about hanging out with you.

[Eddie]: But only because I’d rather take you out on a date

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: oh

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: Oh!

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: date! yes! date is good

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: i’d love to go on a date!

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: better even

[Drunk Steve 🥵]: i was fighting demons trying not to kiss you in the car last night

Eddie has to set his phone down so he doesn’t throw it to the ground and shatter it, opting instead to fist his hands in the pillow Steve used last night and shove it in his face to scream. He has to regain his composure before he texts back, doing his best to keep cool.

[Eddie]: A date it is then. Can’t wait sweetheart ❤️

[writingwisterias]

Blossom

Bestfriend! Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader

Words: 3.8k Warnings: Smut 18+, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Unprotected sex, Friends to Lovers, Cheating (not Leon or Reader) Summary: Alone and running away from a bar where your boyfriend cheated on you. You call Leon whom you haven't spoken to in months to seek comfort and end up finding it in more ways than you expected.

The rain was loud against the hood of your coat; the once peaceful sound that would comfort you as you slept, would now haunt you as you ran away from the bar. You didn't know where you were - you were quite literally running away from your problems. The once peaceful life you had made for yourself was now shattered by one too many drinks; ruined by one stupid pub quiz night. Your boyfriend was caught locking lips with your sister at the bar, his smile brighter than any smile he ever gave to you. Her smug glare was one you would never forget as she looked over her shoulder at the argument unfolding between the two of you. You felt small.. Used. Weak. The entire bar watched on with smiles and laughter as you were humiliated by your own family. “What are you doing?” you whimpered at him. God you felt so pathetic, the tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at the man you sacrificed so much for. “I didn't mean to…baby I'm so sorry” he lied, he grimaced at his own lie. Like the words hurt him to say only now he had been found out. He chased you down the road from the bar until eventually he gave up, you weren't coming back. Not that he cared.

Eventually you came across a bench; deciding you had enough distance from your problems, you sat down ignoring the large puddle of water that had collected on the seat. Your clothes were already soaked through, so what difference would sitting there make now. You had nowhere to go. You couldn’t go home of course, it was a home you both shared. He would be there, probably with your sister, now they didn't have anything to hide anymore. Your fingers fumbled through your bag in search of your phone. A loud sigh left your lips as the frustration began to set in, the rain water made it harder to work your phone screen. As you scrolled desperately for someone to call, one dopey smile warmed your heart as you hovered over the call button. Leon, your best friend for many years, who you hadn't seen in so long. Your boyfriend was constantly jealous of him, ironically because he worried you would leave him for Leon, due to how close the two of you were. Would he even pick up? Would he be home? The decision wasn't yours to make, as the water droplets on the screen pressed the button for you, the dial tone loudly rang out scaring you slightly. “Just this one call”, you thought. That's all you would do, there’ll be someplace else to go if he didn’t answer..

“Hello?”

His voice was rough as he croaked out the words. You immediately panicked thinking you woke him up, your internal monologue stopped you from answering him.

“Hello? Who is this?” He said, his tone became sharper, probing for an answer.

“Leon?” you whimpered, your hand covering your mouth trying to keep the emotions that were threatening to spill out now you had heard his comforting voice. Your name left his lips in a whisper, as if he was shocked to have heard from you at all, clearly not expecting the sudden contact after months of ghosting him.

“What's wrong? Where are you?” He questioned, you could hear his old lamp flicker on in the background, the duvet rustling as he sat up.

“I don't know where…I just ran”

“Just ran? Ran from where? Do you need me to come and get you? Are you okay?”

His concern was too much, the emotions swirling around in your brain like you were drunk. “I’m on a bench, by the pier I think...I’m really not sure. I’m so sorry Leon, I woke you up-”

“It’s fine, I promise, I'm on my way. Just don’t move I’ll try to find you” the words left his mouth so easily, like second nature. He didn't care what time it was, he didn't care you hadn't spoken to him in weeks. He only cared about getting you to safety. “Leon?” you whimpered…”Can you bring a towel, I don't want to get your car wet”

“Don’t tell me you fell in the pier?” he joked, you let out a small chuckle in response. It was weak, barely audible yet he still somehow bought it out of you, even as your world was falling apart. The perfect life you imagined with you and your boyfriend crumbling into a forgotten fairytale, yet he still managed to make you smile. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?” You could hear the car door slam through the speaker, before he hung up.

The street lamps and cars passing reflected on the never ending darkness of the ocean, the waves crashing gently despite the thunderous rainstorm around you. You were left alone with the rage you felt towards your boyfriend and sister. How long has this been going on? How could she do a thing like that to you? How come you never saw it, could you have stopped this? You were drowning in questions; theorizing how they could have gotten the chance to know each other better, to have the kiss look so passionate and freeing for them both. Were you really that bad of a partner to him? Why weren't you enough? The thoughts poisoned your mind, the cloud of overthinking swirling around what little sanity you had left. Your phone began to vibrate, ripping you back to reality. Your phone glowed with his name, the light hurting your eyes as you stared at his contact, at the stream of texts from him trying to apologize and track you down. You wouldn't respond - You wanted him to panic. You hoped he would worry about you all night, steeped in regret, sleepless in your bed. But he was the one who stopped running after you. He chose to turn back to the bar. Back to her.

In the sorrowful storm of your mind, tires screech from behind you, the slam of the car door pulling you back to a familiar silhouette. One you could instantly recognize from any lineup. “Leon?” you whimpered, standing up. Your body ached with cold, the clothing heavy on your frame as you stood there shaking, waiting for him to react. You expected him to walk away when he saw what a mess his old friend was, but instead he walked towards you; His shoes splashed hastily through the puddles that were in his way. “What happened?” he asked, as his arms encased you in a tight hug. You just shook your head, your body trembled as you leaned into his arms craving the warmth and comfort that he provided.

He didn't speak again, pulling away to lead you towards his jeep, opening the door for you, helping you inside. He threw a blanket around your shoulders before he closed the door, running to his side of the car. You brought the fabric to your nose, his scent lingered on it comforting you further. “Your place?” he questioned - even if he hated taking you back to that place, he would if you needed it. But you shook your head, a quiver in your lips as you turned to look out at your reflection on the window. He watched you intently, trying to piece together in his mind what the next best step was. He then nodded silently, and started the car, the faint sound of his rock music filled the silence. “What did he do?” He questioned nervously, his body tensed, preparing for the reply. “My sister”

Well he wasn't expecting that, his brain running 100 mph to come up with some kind of response. If he was this shocked, he couldn't even imagine the thoughts that plagued you right now. “I’m not sure how long it's been going on but you should have seen how at peace they looked with each other. He’s never looked at me like he looked at her.” you said, wiping your face with the blanket removing the rain from your cheeks, frowning at the mascara that transferred onto it. “Fucking assholes the both of them” he swore under his breath. You finally looked over at him, the street lamps illuminating the soft curves of his face, his brows furrowed together as he sat heavy in thought. Was he always this pretty? Had he always smelled this good? Perhaps it had just been far too long for you to remember all the intricate details of him.

The familiar outline of his building slowly came into view, somewhere you had been so often, so casually, but right now it meant so much more. He pulled into his parking space before hopping out of the car to help you get out. You smiled as he pulled the blanket closer around your frame, draping it over your head slightly to prevent you from getting any wetter. He led you instead with his hand on the small of your back, the weight of him there felt different to your boyfriend. It felt protective, not possessive.

“Sorry about the mess” he muttered as he opened the door, ushering you inside to safety. The apartment looked the same as you had remembered it. The interior matched Leon’s personality well, a plethora of small trinkets littered the shelves, the muted colours gave him a relaxing environment to return to after his hellish workdays. There were clothes screwed up in the corner by his work bag, coffee cups and plates still in the sink patiently waiting to be washed. You perched on the edge of the sofa, taking in your surroundings, reminiscing about the times he would walk you through all his possessions, describing each adventure and trip they were from. He watched you scanning the shelves, his eyes saddened as you began to shrink on yourself. “Can I get you anything?” he asked gently. You shook your head, your words were trapped in your mouth, you were too afraid to speak in fear of breaking down again. Leon didn’t need you to say anything, he just moved to sit next to you. His body was there for you to lean on if you needed it. He waited for you to gather yourself, no urgency, just like he had always done for you. Your body eventually sagged towards his side, he wordlessly lifted his arm enticing you into his warmth.

“What did I do wrong Leon? Was I not good enough?” as soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel the gates of pent up despair fly open. The tears had begun to flow like rivers, waves of emotions that you had held for so long ran free throughout your body. He shushed you, placing a kiss at the crown of your head, trying to stifle his anger toward the man who made you this way. Toward the people in your life who made you feel worthless; toward those who took you away from him when it was you who lit up his world. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you're perfect” he whispered into your hair, pulling you closer to him, his own clothes becoming damper from yours. “Then why would they do that? Why did they betray me?”

He failed to muster up an answer, he truly didn’t know why anyone would want to hurt you. How they could make you feel so little about yourself, how they encouraged these derogatory thoughts in your head. He tucked you under his arm, pressing you against his chest in support. “I feel so small, I feel so used” you whimpered, the small sobs you let out broke his heart each and every time he heard them. He pulled away slightly, lifting your chin with his fore-finger to look at your face, the backs of his hands wiping away the tears still forming in the corners of your eyes.

“You're so special to me. Everything I do, everything I endure. I do it for you.”

“But I haven’t spoken to you in months” you spoke as the guilt slowly seeped in.

Leon shook his head, a soft smile placed on his lips as he looked at you. “I knew you wouldn’t have just stopped talking to me, I still fought knowing the work I was doing would keep you safe, that you would get to be happy even if you weren’t in contact with me.”

His smile was so soft, his expression was so warm and caring. “Why?” the question left your lips before you could process if you were ready for the answer. An answer you always craved but never knew if you could accept if it was anything different than what you secretly hoped for.

He paused, questioning whether telling you now in your darkest hour was truly the right thing to do; it was, not just for you, but for him too. “You're the best thing in my life, the escape I always needed. I would spend a lifetime undoing whatever poison he’s injected into your head, I will show you that I care and I will always care, that you are worth something. You deserve so much more than those two could ever give you”

Your hand was warm against his face as you brought him closer, your lips ghosted his in hesitation. Your breath was a silent invitation for him to close the gap, to allow something light and new to blossom. His eyes scanned your face, hunting for any sign of regret. You had enough of waiting and closed the gap, your lips crashed against his in a gentle and passionate kiss. Leon groaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you holding your body close to him. “Are you sure you want this? You just got cheated on...it’s late”

“It feels right, I want this Leon. He chose her. And now I choose you.”

He shook his head, trying not to smirk, leaning to kiss you again, his hands groping the swell of your ass lifting you further into his lap. With that he lifted you up, walking you through his apartment nibbling along your neck taking in the sweet whines that left your lips. He laid you on the bed, the crumpled duvet was engulfed in his scent. He helped peel off your wet shirt before leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest. His hands sprawled out on your waist pulling you closer to him. His hips grinded against your lower half, you let out unstoppable whimpers as your wet jeans rubbed against your clit.

“Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl” he mumbled against your skin as his hands worked on removing your bra. He groaned at the sight of your breasts, the nipples pebbling at the cold air. Leon's lips brought one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive nub. His hand moved up to the other breast lightly groping it. Your chest heaved into his mouth causing Leon to let out a loud groan as they lightly pressed against his nose causing him to lose his breath. Leon let go of your nipple with a pop, his lips returning to yours with a deep kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip silently begging for access, which you granted him eagerly. Whilst you were distracted with the taste of him, his fingers toyed with the button of your jeans. Once they had managed to get through, he pulled away smirking as he pulled the fabric down your legs in a single jolt. Your thighs flushed red from the cold, wet clothes that Leon had finally freed you from. Leon’s hands ran down your legs before pulling them apart and slotting himself in between.

He felt your fingers gingerly grasp the hem of his shirt. “Seems a bit unfair” you smirked at him. Leon chuckled deeply before pulling the shirt over his head, stepping away slightly so he could get rid of his jeans as well. He quickly returned, capturing your lips again as his finger teased your clothed pussy. His cock twitched against your thigh as he felt the dampness that lingered there. His fingers moved the fabric, swiping against your slit gathering evidence of your arousal. He pulled back examining his fingers in the soft glow of his lamp. A smirk placed on his lips as he looked you in the eye and brought the digits to his mouth. Leon let out a loud groan at the taste, the sweetness of you was better than anything he had ever tasted before.

You writhed against his thigh, craving any ounce of friction on your throbbing core. He chuckled again and flexed his thigh as he watched you pathetically rub against him, your wet panties causing his hairs to curl as you left your mark. He could feel your thrusts weaken as you got closer, almost tempted to bring you to a stop, but that wasn’t his goal tonight. Tonight he wanted you to chase your own pleasure, become so cock drunk on him that you forget about what happened before. He wanted you to never even think about your ex again. His hands gripped your hips helping you thrust as well as pulling you closer to add more pressure to your clothed entrance. He groaned as he felt the fabric become so thick with your arousal, but he wouldn’t remove them yet, he wouldn’t dare to stop you when you were so close to your climax.

Instead he lent down and captured your breast again, his teeth nibbling at the flesh leaving small marks around the sensitive bud. Your moans increased in volume, he couldn’t wait to hear the sounds you would create when he finally sunk into you. Your hands gripped at his forearms, nails leaving crescent shapes in the flesh. You whimpered loudly, his name leaving your lips along with curses as you finally met your climax. He felt your pussy flutter, the poor thing clenching around nothing. Leon let you have your moment of bliss, removing his lips from your breast and capturing your lips instead. His fingers teased the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeled them away. The cold air hitting your wetness causes you to let out a high pitched whine. “Please leon-” you begged. Who was he to deny you what you wanted, his cock ached in its own clothed prison. He kissed you again when he finally released himself. Leon’s cock hung heavy against your thigh, the tip glistening with the pre cum.

Your eyes widened at the girth and length of him, he was so big. You felt the pressure of him at your entrance, gathering up the remains of your orgasm to help lube his dick. Leon whimpered as he sucked at the nape of your neck to muting his moans. Your fingers scraped his back as you finally felt him enter you fully, the burn of the stretch soon turning into pleasure as your walls welcomed him inside. Leon’s hands found yours, holding them as he sheathed himself fully. Your fingers entwined as your bodies connected, his thrusts slow and deep as you got used to his size. “You feel devine” he groaned in your ear, his hands squeezing yours as he gave you another deep thrust. Your walls fluttered around him, the muscles drawing him in further, holding him deep inside you. His compliments caused you to hide in his neck, a warm feeling began to swell into your chest. He let go of one of your hands and directed your face back to where he could see it.

“Oh my pretty girl has gone all shy, come on baby don’t hide from me now” he whispered. His lips leaving delicate kisses along your cheeks as his thrusts began to increase. He leant back watching as your tits bounce as he drove his cock into at an increased speed and depth. His hands moved so he could grip your hips to pull them closer to him. The new angle allowed him to drive his cock deeper, and deeper, his veins started to hit your g- spot causing you to grip and tug at the sheets beneath you.

Leon watched as your thighs began to twitch under his touch, the muscles tensing as you drew closer to another orgasm. Your eyes began to tear up, a few stray ones escaping and ran down your flushed cheeks. Leon could feel his own finish coming closer, his balls tightened as he prepared to spill his load deep into your walls, coating them with himself as a final attempt to get rid of any evidence of that dickhead you claimed to love before. Leon groaned your name as he moved his fingers towards your clit to draw small circles around the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. Your breath caught in your throat a silent scream leaving your lips as you orgasmed. Your body tensed up and then flopped in Leon's arms. He thrusted through your oversensitive state, his own finish too close for him to care. Leon grabbed at your thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper inside of you. You cried at his depth, he loved it, getting lost in your pretty little sounds, the way your velvet walls still brought him in closer despite the overstimulation he was clearly giving you. His hips sputtered as he finally spilled his seed into you. The sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room, both of you searching each other's faces to confirm there were no regrets.

Leon pulled himself out of you slowly, lowering your legs from his shoulders and gave you space as you recollected yourself. “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think that I am taking advantage of you” he said nervously. You sat up against his headboard watching him. “I don’t think that Leon. I didn’t even think you would pick up, I’m sorry I listened to him and cut contact with you”

The words hung heavy in the room, the two of you not wanting to overstep anymore boundaries. You wondered if your boyfriend thought like this after he was with your sister for the first time. “I don’t want to lose you Leon, if you don’t want to leave me either”

“Never, you have me for as long as you need me”

Leon stood up, putting his boxers back on before finding a pair for you along with one of his shirts. After you changed you lifted the sheets inviting him in. Once he laid down you got comfy, cuddling into him, he smiled down at your frame. “I could get used to this” he smirked, kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you protectively shielding you away for just a little while. It was from then on that you felt it, finally something good to hold on to as you faced whatever happened came tomorrow.

[lcriedlastnight]

Can you write a scenario with Oscar and reader where one of them confesses their feelings while being drunk? Maybe you can also add the next day when their both sober

i love these types of fics! tyvm anon. you are the best ever!

tw: fem!reader, alcohol, bad writing?, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 2k

george has been saying that you have been dancing around your feelings for years. was he right? yes. but that doesn't matter because who in their right mind confesses their love to their friends, friend? because that is really what you and oscar were to each other. friends of friends and you were happy with it staying like that. you would take that over no oscar any day.

george said that he only wanted to help so he sent you oscar's number. you had never, ever used it and you never intended to. george said it was the best way to 'shoot you shot'. you thought he was getting too old for all of this, especially because he was already in a long-term relationship.

george had invited you out with him and his girlfriend, carmen, for a few drinks one weekend when there was no race on. you had agreed because you loved them both and it never felt like you were third wheeling when you were with them. because it’s george, you had all ended up at a club.

you really didn't know how you ended up this drunk. you weren't 'this is so near alcohol poisoning' drunk, you were more 'slurring your words and making decisions you will regret in the morning' drunk. you and carmen danced together on the dance floor while carmen had forced george to get the next round of drinks, even though he had bought the previous round too. "he's the rich f1 driver, not us!" she had shouted in your ear over the music, making you giggle.

as george finds you both with your next round of drinks you decide to sit down for a little while. you sip your drink as you scroll through your phone. this innocent action somehow sparks an evil idea in george's mind.

"you should text oscar!" george shouts, like you wanted everyone in the club to know about your crush. you roll your eyes at his words and look to carmen for support.

she shrugs. "i mean if it goes wrong you can blame it on the drinks and forget it even happened." her words did make sense in your brain. they both look at you in anticipation, george looking like he's going to shit himself with how excited he is.

"okay calm down george. what should i even say?" you ask, your brain too drunk to think of a question. you get opposite answers from them both. carmen says to just tell him you fancy him while george said to build up to it. you go with carmen's idea just to piss george off.

'hey oscar,' you start, telling him who you are in because he probably didn't have your number or have it saved. 'just wwnatef to let you know tjay i like touor whatver' is what you end up sending. you definitely should have gotten one of them to check it before you did, but too late now. you slam your phone down and pick up your drink, throwing it down your throat. you then make george buy you another one because you were going to loose your friendship (if you could even call it that) with oscar.

you give george your phone when you and carmen decide to drag him onto the dance floor because he has pockets. your phone vibrates like someone's calling you in george's pocket three times before he realises that it is because someone is calling you.

"someone is ringing your phone in my pocket!" george shouts, handing you your phone. you roll your eyes at his wording. you point to the doors to tell them where you were going as you answer the call without looking at the caller id.

"hello?" you voice into the phone, wading through the crowd on the dance floor on stumbly feet. "fucking hell, watch where you're going you arsehole!" you shout to the man who barged into you. you hear mumbling from the other end of the phone but it's too loud to hear who they are or what they're saying.

"hold on, i'm trying to get out of this stupid club. stupid fucking idiot george's fault." you blame george even though it is not george’s fault, you like blaming him.

you finally make it outside. you lean against the wall of the club and speak into the phone again. "hi i can hear now."

nothing prepared you for hearing oscar piastri's voice down the phone. if you were sober right now, you would be stumbling over your words so hard right now.

"hi osc! what's up?" you ask down the phone, giving him a nickname in your drunk state.

"are you okay? you texted me that you liked me? i didn't even know you had my number." oscar is concerned on the other end of the phone, for some reason. in your state you are confused as to why.

"i am, yeah. are you? why did you call?" you ask him, voice slurring around your words a little.

the line is quiet as you sway on your feet a little. "i was worried. i'm alright now though, love." oscar replies down the line.

it's your turn to quiet now. "did you get my text, when i said i liked you? carmen told me to do it. george said to ease you into but i did what carmen said to piss off george." you giggle drunkenly down the phone to him. you were going to be embarrassed in the morning, oscar was almost sure of it.

"i did get your text, yeah. i was a little confused though but i understand now. are you with george and carmen now?" oscar's voice is significantly calmer and softer than before, not that you notice.

"not right now. they're inside. i came outside because it was too loud to hear. and this man just walked right into me! i shouted at him, osc don't worry." you ramble as the wind picks up a little. you hear another familiar voice in the mix of oscar's.

"oh wait, sorry for interupting but george is here!" you tell oscar.

"this is where you went! we've been looking for you." george admits as he comes closer, forgetting you were on the phone.

"i literally pointed to the door to tell you where i was going." you tell him, like he was stupid.

george laughs, clearly a lot less drunk than you were. "no you didn't you pointed to the bar." your smug expression falls.

"oh" you reply, oscar letting out a little laugh from the other end of the phone. it reminds you that he's there. "george, oscar called me! he said he got my text." you tell the brit next to you giddily.

"that's amazing but you should maybe say bye to oscar so we can go inside and book a taxi to get us home." george speaks to you like a father talking to his teenage daughter. you whine in response.

"can't i just wait out here and stay on the phone with him?" you beg, not wanting to hang up even though you weren't really letting oscar get a word in edgeways. george shakes his head while oscar stays quiet. "it's too cold, say bye to oscar." he says taking your phone off of you.

"bye, oscar. love you." you mumble out to him sadly. he can't help but laugh at your sad voice.

"night, sweet girl. stay warm f'me yeah?" oscar replies, voice sweet like honey. it has you smiling like a kid in a sweet shop. george rolls his eyes. you giggle as george forces you into the arms of carmen, who you didn't even notice was standing there. you almost fall into her arms as george talks to oscar.

"sweet girl, huh?" george takes the chance to tease oscar about his affection for you. oscar grumbles out a "shut up."

"when are you going to tell her? she's told you." george asks, never missing a chance to get involved in someone else's drama. especially relationship drama. oscar sighs at his words, thinking them over.

"i'll go see her tomorrow, i'm sure she'll need a hand getting over her hangover." oscar comments, his mind stuck on your well being tonight.

george says his goodbye's then hands you back your phone as you all head inside and wait for the taxi.

that's the last thing you remember from last night and if you were being honest.. you wished you stopped remembering earlier in the night because why on earth did you tell oscar multiple times that you liked him. and then there was the end of the phone call when you told him you loved him. you did not know that you loved him. not until last night apparently.

you are currently laying in your bed, guessing that george and carmen had helped you into bed last night. you are still wearing your dress from last night and your curtains are still open, which was what woke you up this morning. you can never usually sleep long when you have been drinking but it was worse time with light beaming in through the window, your own personal alarm.

you sit up on your bed, your dress wasn't the only thing from last night you still had on, your face smudged with remnants of your once perfect makeup and your hair.. well it looked like you had been dragged through a hedge backwards, to put it lightly.

you aren't expecting a knock at your door so when you hear the chap! chap! chap!, you groan and pull yourself out the bed and to the door. the last person you expect to be standing at the other side is oscar piastri so when you see him standing there, flowers in one hand a plastic bag in the other and that stupid, pretty smile on his face you do the only thing you can do. you slam the door in his face.

you rush around in circles panicking. how could he be here after last night? and right when you woke up looking like you were just resurrected from the dead last night? god no. this was not happening.

"sweetheart?" oh this was so not happening. this has to be a dream. this is no universe where oscar sees you like this after you've already embarrassed yourself in front of him and still comes to see you with flowers, and fucking petnames?! no way.

"can y'let me in? you must be feeling horrid right now, 'just wanna make you feel better. please?" oscar begs through the door. why was he begging to see you like this?

"can you come back later? i don't look good right now." you ask oscar, your voice hoarse from not using it all morning.

"i have painkillers and that flavoured water you like. george told you liked it after drinking too much." oscar tells you, he has gone all shy now, nervous you won't let him.

there is a sound that sounds like feet shuffling then the locks click in the door, opening it. you hide behind it, only showing half your face. oscar smiles. "hey." he smiles.

"hi. you can come in but you need to sit on the couch while i sort myself out. promise you won't look." you ask him, quiet, like you are embarrassed.

oscar swears he won't look, his eyes closed as you guide him through to your couch, your soft hand in his giving him goosebumps.

once oscar is sat on the couch he only waits five minutes before you are returning with a clean face, brushed and tied back hair and an oversized t-shirt on. his hand with the flowers extends out to you, reminding you of them, a small smile on his face.

you smile back "thank you. that's very nice of you." you tell him, searching for a vase. you give up and end up putting them inside a a glass drinking cup filled with water.

"it's to tell you that i also like you." oscar utters, almost to himself. your smile becomes wider.

"really?" you ask.

oscar only nods.

oscar stays for the rest of the day helping you nurse your hangover. he even nips out to the shops to get you more of that flavoured water you like.

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 24- Holding Back

yeah so... it's angel yn x demon h smut and it's filthy so here we goooo.

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WARNINGS- demon h, angel Y/N, mean Dom h, dumbification, degradation, choking, hair pulling, etc. Just filth.

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Holding her hair in a ponytail, Harry’s hand drug her back to press her back against his sweaty chest. His hips continued to move, the slap of skin audible in the room, but Y/N was trying to keep it down. 

 “You’re holding back.” He hissed into her ear, the tingles of her hair being gripped and his lips so close making her body shiver. The demon was rough with her, just the way she’d found herself craving, one hand curling around her throat as she let out the most pathetic whimper she’d ever hear. “Who cares if anyone hears, hm? It’s what you need to do.”

His cock was deep in her, fucking into her sopping wet cunt, and he knew he was directly where she liked being fucked. “Poor little Angel. Still so afraid of letting people see even a bit of Dirt.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts and hitting deep, making her mouth fall open and a wheezy squeak leaving her lips. 

“I think that’s what it is. Y’walk around, like you’re this holy, sweet, innocent little thing. Perfect Angel, so soft spoken and touch so delicate. But when the door is closed.” He squeezed a bit harder with his fingers on her throat, making her gasp again. “The door is closed and you’re getting your holes fucked by the very creature you claim to hate. Sweet little Angel Y/N, God’s favorite… Is getting raw fucked by the demon who followed you home.” He snickered, loving that he had been her downfall. 

If Y/N wasn’t in the midst of pleasure, she would smack him hard. She would turn her nose up in the air, stomp her foot and leave. But she wasn’t there, she was being fucked by said man so well that her body was clay for him to model, her cunt wrapped around him and getting sparks of pleasure rendering her brain useless. “Hm? No retort from the pretty ice queen?” His tongue licked over her jaw, letting her breathe better for a moment as she shook her head. It was the right answer, because she was rewarded with her hair being released and sneaking down to rub at her throbbing clit. 

“Right answer, Angel girl. Got you so drunk on my cock that you’ve turned into a braindead little slut.” His voice got rougher, making her clench around him. He was soaked with her arousal, balls dripping with it, and he was enjoying every second of it. “Big and proper when we’re out there but the moment we’re alone you fall to the ground and mouth at my cock, get on those knees and open that pretty little mouth just so I can spit into it, fuck it… whatever I want because you’re just my little toy, yeah Angel?” He felt her try to nod, but that wasn’t enough.  “Use your words. Tell me you’re just my toy to fuck.” 

“I’m just… I’m your- I’m just your toy to f-fuck.” She shivered, her brain pleasantly floating as he fucked her. Y/N didn’t know sex could be as good as it was and surely she would pretend to hate depraved things such as this when she left the room- but something about the demon made her want to submit fully. Allowed herself to go blank, to take him the way he wanted her to. “Please,please,please, can I?” She pleaded, wanting so badly to cum. The stroke of his cock and his fingers rubbing over her clit and the nibbling of her jaw, it was the perfect storm. She was so close to letting go, so close to cumming all over his thick cock and then- 

He stopped. Fingers stilling on her clit, cock buried to the hilt and stopping, Y/N cried out in loss as he cooed at her. “None of that. You’re going to cum when I want you to, beautiful thing. If you’re going to turn your back on me out there, that’s fine. But I want you to remember being edged as many times as you can be. Roll your eyes at me saying hello next time and m’not going to let you come at all. You’ve got to be reminded what you are.” He kissed away a tear, pulling her to lay her head back on him. “A slut for a demon, a personal whore. You’ve signed up for this, you come knocking at my door to apologize… Give me this sweet body and a promise of being better next time… I think the only way to make a girl like you learn, is if I take away what you’re after.” Harry’s hand crawled up her belly, pressing over where he was sure he was buried, rocking back and forth into her to get some relief. 

“Because none of those angels can fuck you the way you want. You want flower petals and champagne and a slow rock of a fuck? Go on to them. But you won’t because underneath that angelic body, lays the prettiest, most willing to please slut that wants a pounding.” His chuckle made her shudder again, pressing his lips to her cheek. “As long as you remember you’re mine and show me a bit more respect? I can continue to make this happen. Do you understand me?” 

“Yes- yeah, I do Harry. I’m sorry.” She whined, cut off when his hand smacked over her breast.  As much as she tried, Harry was the one who shut her brain off. Let her focus on pleasure and give her a sweet pain to remember the next day, making her feel more alive than she had ever been. “I am yours, I promise.” 

“I know that.” He stated. “Get back down and turn around. Want to see you cry for my cum.”

[scarletwinterxx]

sunshine and midnight rain - mark lee scenario

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"Why are you so mad right now?"

"Because I asked you to do one thing and you didn't" Mark says, still avoiding your gaze.

This was not how you envisioned your morning, when you woke up Mark's side of the bed was already empty. When you went to look for him he was gone, no note, no text of his possible whereabouts. And when he got back, he was clearly and very obviously mad at you.

"I got home just fine" you say with your arms out. Mark still hasn't look at you and it's bugging you. You follow him out the living room. He's going round and round, trying to tidy the place just to avoid having a conversation with you.

"Mark, can you please look at me" you tell him, this made him stop and look over at you. A clear look of disappointment on his face, "I swear I was going to call you but the girls and I were talking and drinking. It slipped my mind, I already booked a cab home when I remembered"

"You went home, way past midnight alone and drunk. Do you know dangerous that is?"

"But I got home safe"

"And what if you didn't? What if something happened? God forbid I get upset about that, I was worried I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

You say nothing for a while, thinking of something to say back. You really are at fault here, you should be the one saying sorry right now.

"I'm sorry, I should've called" you tell him, now avoiding his eyes just as you feel the tears fill yours. Mark sighs, crossing the room until he's right in front of you. He hooks his finger under your chin, making you look at him.

"I'm mad because I care. I don't trust the world when it comes to you, I just want you to be safe always. I'm not going to stop you living your best life, but I want to know you're safe" he whispers, anger already disappearing.

He wipes the few tears that escaped, cradling your face between his hands.

"Are you still mad?" you mumble, this made Mark smile and shake his head.

"We're okay. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you"

"And I'm sorry for making you worry"

He kisses your forehead before pulling you in for a hug, "I don't like arguing with you, but I'd do it in every universe as long as we make up and end up like this. I love you, always. Okay?"

You hug him tighter, answering him without saying any words.

Just like that you're okay again.

Bless this universe for giving you such an understanding, loving, mature man to love. You'd be stupid to ever let him go which is why no matter what argument, the two of you always make sure to solve it together.

Mark never lets you go to sleep upset, he'll ask you what's wrong or if he's done anything to upset you. At first it was hard for you to admit your feelings that easily, you learned that you don't like being vulnerable, you don't like sharing your true feelings. You bottle it up. But ever since you started dating Mark, all of that changed.

He's there to listen, even when words aren't being spoken. He knows when to give you space, he knows when to chase after you and hold you tight. He knows you in a way you didn't want to know yourself, you used to be scared of these feeling but not anymore.

It's obvious who's the serious one and the jokester in you and Mark's relationship. The best thing about it is the fact that your boyfriend, no matter how serious he is, will always play along.

"Mark, you busy?" you ask, walking inside the office to see him on his computer

He looks over at you with a smile, "No, what's up?"

"I was wondering..." you say while walking towards him, he waits for you to continue. You got to where he was sitting, smiling cheekily at your boyfriend

He knows you're up to something, he grabs you by the waist sitting you squarely on his lap.

"Do you know how to whistle?"

"Do I know how to whistle?" he asks back,

"Yea like you know, like this" you pout, but before you can whistle Mark closes the gap between the two of you. Kissing you gently, he grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Suddenly you forgot what you were doing in the first place.

After a few minutes of exchanging kisses, you broke apart. Looking dazed and in love, "Hey! I was suppose to do that! Did you know I was going to do that?" you asked

"Maybe" he mumbles, looking at you with pure adoration

"I'll pretend I didn't know" he adds, making you roll your eyes.

"You just want to make out"

"You're not wrong there, now come here I need your kisses"

The first time it happened, Mark thought it really was just coincidence.

You just started to decorate around the house, the tree was halfway done and a few other decorations scattered here and there. He was just walking to the kitchen doorway when suddenly you stop him

"What?" your boyfriend blinks back at you confused, instead of answering him you just point up making Mark look at where you're pointing. There hanging by the doorway was a mistletoe.

"When did you put that there?" he asks with a smile, finding the tradition cute. Even cuter when you're looking at him with the biggest smile, ready to receive your kiss

"I just put it up today, now where's my kiss" you say, pursing your lips at him making Mark chuckle. He grabs you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you. It was short but sweet, enough to leave you smiling like an idiot.

A few months ago, the two of you finally decided to move in together. It's been years since you got together, and most times you spend your nights together whether his place or yours. At some point you realized that it would make more sense to just move in together, so you did.

"Love, did you do laundry last time?" you asked him, walking inside your shared bedroom to see him resting on the bed

"I did"

"Oh thanks, love the fabric softener you used. Now all my clothes smells like you" you smile at him, jumping on the bed to cuddle him. Immediately he hugs you close.

"Then will you stop stealing of my clothes now?" he asks

"Negative, I like your hoodies better"

He chuckles at your answer, "Knew it"

"What were you doing?"

"Just checking my phone, I wanted to order this pan for making omelet. Should we get one?"

You love how his sentence now say "we" or "our" instead of his and yours. Of course you still respect each other's boundaries and individuality, but on things like deciding what to paint your home or what furniture to buy or groceries to stock up on it's always the two of you.

"Should we? If we're using it then why not, I love eggs for breakfast" you tell him, looking at his phone screen to check

"I know, that's why I'm getting it. Okay, I'll order it now then" you watch him as he do so.

"This is fun" you mumble

"Hm?"

"This, buying things for our place. I like it" you smile

"Me too"

"Do you want to marry me?"

Your question took him by surprise. Not because he didn't want to marry you, it's just when he thinks of that big question he's the one doing the asking and not the other way around.

"Mark? Sorry forget I said anything" you mumble, moving to rest your head on the pillow instead

"Remember when we first started dating or way before that?" he asks you

"Huh?"

"I was shy, I wasn't as confident as the other guys. People think I'm aloof and too serious. You never thought of me that way, you entered in my life like you were meant to be there all along and maybe you are. Scratch that, I know you are. You're meant to be in my life. When I knew I was falling in love with you I didn't know how to say it without scaring you away, so I did it slowly. I did it in a way that won't overwhelm you. Because to you it doesn't have to be a loud confession or a grand gesture. i loved you they way i knew you would understand. i loved you the way i know how. i just loved you. I know you, your mind is a wonder. You doubt, you question and you worry your pretty mind to no ends. I didn’t want to disrupt that"

By now you're face to face again, he's speaking so softly like he's afraid you'll float away of he's too loud.

"You said I was your peace, and back then that was more than enough for me. By some miracle, you fell in love with me too. And now we're here. So to answer your question, yes I want to marry you. One day I want to get down on one knee and ask you that question, I'm still working on being the man worthy to ask that" he continues, and you soak each and every word he speaks like he's already saying his vows.

Because you know, you know he is a man of words. If Mark says it, then it's true. He will never say such things to deceive you.

"Do you have any more questions for me, pretty girl?" he whispers, waiting for you to speak

You shake your head, scooting until you're on his side again. Tucking yourself as close to him as you can.

He tilts your head so you're looking at him, leaning down to kiss you on your nose, your cheeks and last your lips.

"I'll love you over and over again, just like when we met"

[megalomaniacz]

🌴 YOU CAN WHISTLE FOR IT 🍦

content: nsfw content, mdni. guys i do NOT condone cheating this is a fanfic pls don’t beat me up 😔 i’ll delete it if you want…felt like giving abby a little love & was listening to my fav unreleased lana and my brain started braining so! enjoy i swear i’ll shut up now. feedback, likes, reblogs, comments, and asks greatly appreciated!

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maybe it was her raspy laugh or the cadence in her voice. perhaps it was the way her eyes always focused on you amidst a crowded room. you could even say you were using her for her mechanic skills, but you couldn’t shake being with abagail anderson.

cigarette between her teeth, braid hanging low, and her muscles glistening in the sun was all you could think about for days after she’d moved in. she was very very hot, and very very married.

her and her lady had found themselves with a preference for the simple suburban life after eloping. packed everything up and moved to the outskirts, right next door to you.

before your sultry nights of passion at a hush hush hotel down the road and out of town, you’d gotten along well with the family in a neighborly manner.

a hello every morning and a smile while taking the garbage out, coupled with a “this weather, right?” had rendered you acquaintances. at least in your head. unfortunately, everything went belly up one rainy friday night.

abby, drenched from head to toe had found herself at your door. it had rained down on her so hard that the water was pooling inside her shoes. everytime she blinked her eyes became wet and salty and her only asylum was found on your porch.

you anwser the door in a rush after hearing three loud and heavy handed knocks. who could’ve possibly wanted anything at this time with the weather like this?

well, it was none other than abby who’d looked like a wounded dog. the prettiest puppy eyes you’d ever seen flashed at you once and she was ushered to your bathroom for a warm shower.

when she got out, you gave her some clothes your brother had left on one of his visits. unfortunately, all of your shirts and pants were too small for her muscles. she was more than happy with anything you gave her, though.

“thanks hun.” is a toothy smile. and “what are you cooking?” is full of innuendo and “i think you’re pretty too.” leads you to your doom. sat on the counter with the blonde’s head between your thighs and a pussy drunk laugh vibrating against your core making her tongue hurt so good in all the right places.

maybe her hands and her voice and all of her sweet words was what made you meet her at a motel on a rainy saturday night, reminiscent of your first time. matching set scattered across the floor, her mouth tattooing hickies down your neck, and her hands grappling at you like you’ll run away. there will be a bruise in the morning that your manager is going to ask about but you don’t care. you can’t care right now.

she is everything but escapable. lustrous, confident, and incredibly easy on the eyes. she knows how to show a woman a good time. you were yet to be sure if you were fortunate that the woman is you. oh, and her wife.

[sioneve]

There is a drunk korean customer hitting on the number one cutest karaoke staff 💦

Korean Maki x Japanese Nico AU

This is inspired by a trend on Twitter a while ago where people draw Korean X Japanese girl (see the QRT and you’ll be flooded by lots of cute art)

of course being the nicomaki trash i am, i draw this AU for them, I think it’s my favorite AU now 😇

why this makes sense for nicomaki: 1) Pile is half korean 2) I just want to draw it

i got a nkmk infection in my brain- this whole story only took 5 seconds to write in my head 👇

Maki is half Korean-Japanese & currently on a medical student exchange in Japan. There she meets Nico, a staff at a karaoke place that Maki frequently visits.

Maki can’t take her eyes off Nico since day one but being the loser she is, she buries her feelings. One night, Maki gets too drunk and spills everything out in Korean right IN FRONT OF NICO and when they're getting closer- Maki: *pass out* Nico: ...huh? huh??

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The next day Maki frantically apologizes to Nico for all the embarrassing thing she had done & Nico forgive ofc Maki: did I do other things to you? Nico: nothing... Maki: oh thank god Nico: haha yeah, you're definitely not trying to kiss me Maki: haha yeah Nico: yeah Maki: Nico:

(It's going to be so entertaining when Maki finds out that cute girl is actually 3 years older than her...)

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AND ANYWAY with that apology happening Nico is being called to work again and before she left, she said

"Dont mind it :) Let's introduce ourselves properly next time, of course when you're sober haha"

Maki, the night later being the loser she is:

YAZAWA-SAN... I LOVE YOU.............

translation of the mixing language gay despair maki-chan:

"Why are you so cute? Isn’t it unfair to be that cute? Is she asking me out on a date? I can’t stop thinking about you… ah, it’s bad, I’m mixing up Japanese, Korean, and English. Really, I’m so hopelessly in love, what should I do??? (ㅠ ㅠ)(ㅠ ㅠ)"

new character unlocked, say hello to kousaka honoka, daughter of a local bar owner

translation of the mixing language gay despair maki-chan(2):

"I'm not okay at all. I am in love… uahhhh Yazawa-san is so CUTE!!! What should I do???"

If I ever made a nkmk doujinshi i will totally pick this story (unless there are more exciting story in the future we will never know) there is so much to explore with this AU flustered maki-chan who is head over heels for nico and nico who like to tease maki-chan oooooooooooooooooooooooo

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Happy 500! 🩵 I feel like "best friend's brother" and the Millers is something smutty just waiting to happen, maybe? 🫢

Best Friend's Brother.

y. Best Friend's Brother

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. thank you for this request!! another one for my will girlies - love you all <3

Pairing - Will Miller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 900

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You've known Benjamin Miller since you were a teenager.

He's been there through thick and thin, love and loss, good and bad.

He makes you laugh until you cry, happily watches awful movies with you, and loves to make you breakfast for dinner. He knows you like the back of his hand, and vice versa. He's the best friend you could ever ask for.

He also has the most beautiful brother in the world.

William Miller is the bane of your existence. Golden hair, big blue eyes, gleaming smile. He's aged like a fine wine, and damn have you noticed. You love Benny more than anything, and you'd never do anything to jeopardise that. But my god... it's tempting.

You're one too many tequilas down when you realise you're wobbling. You're holding onto the bar's bathroom sink for balance, attempting to keep yourself upright. You pull out your phone and call Benny, your designated taxi driver.

"Hello?"

"Benny. Baby. I am drunk! So drunk. The room is spinning, actually. Bathrooms don't spin, right?"

"Sweetheart, this is Will. Benny left his phone at my place. Where are you? You need me to come and get you?"

"Will! Hey Will. Wonderful Will. I am drunk. Very drunk."

"You may have mentioned that," he chuckles. "Where are you?"

"O'Lockes, I think. You know the place with the lights? The pretty lights?"

"Yeah, I know the one. Stay there, okay? I'm coming."

He gets to you within 20 minutes, which means he can't possibly have followed any of the speed limits. You're sat on the bench waiting outside when you see his truck pull up.

"Hey, you."

"Hi, William. Beautiful boy. God, you're the best."

"Thank you," he chuckles.

He gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to help you in.

"Chivalry isn't dead, huh?" you giggle. "Such a gentleman. How are you single? Why are you single? Do you want to be? You don't have to be. Every single girl in that bar would swoon for you, William."

"Alright, this feels like 20 questions. You need help with that seat belt?"

Will reaches over and buckles you in. His face is so close to yours, you can smell his toothpaste. The tiny part of your brain that's still rational begs you not to kiss him.

He jumps into the drivers side and starts up the engine. He turns up the heat so you're warm enough, and turns the music down so it isn't too loud. You curl into the heated seat and sigh contently, sobering up pretty quickly.

By the time he's pulling into your driveway, you can't feel the tequila anymore. You're warm, you're happy, and you're madly in love with the man sitting next you. What could go wrong?

"Hey Will?" you ask when he cuts the engine.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Why are you single? I'm not trying to be nosy. Just curious."

"Curious, huh?" he drawls, smiling gently at you.

"I mean - I've never heard you talk about a girlfriend, or even going on a date. Ever since I've known you, you've been practically always single."

"Yeah. Dating isn't really my thing, I guess. Too much effort."

"Too much effort? Will, I've never heard you say anything is too much effort."

He chuckles, and you laugh along with him.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just waiting for a certain someone."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Anyone in particular?" you ask, toeing the line.

"Maybe," he mutters. "Maybe."

He leans in over the centre console and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You thread your hands into his hair and pull him closer, desperate to feel all of him. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.

You whine and the sound shoots straight to his core. He groans in response, tongue licking into your mouth. You shakily unbutton his jeans, pulling your skirt up around your waist.

"Should we go inside?" you pant breathlessly.

"Can't wait that long," he replies quickly. "Need to feel you now."

You pull him out of his underwear and lower yourself down, the both of you moaning in unison. The angle is a little awkward and you accidentally bump your head on the roof of his truck, but neither of you can find it in you to stop.

You set a steady rhythm, rising and falling with determination. Will helps you, grabbing at your hips and moving you as he pleases. You drop your forehead to rest against his, sweat mixing and breaths mingling.

"Oh, fuck," you whine.

"Yeah, baby. Keep going. You're doing so good. Don't stop, yeah?"

"Not stopping," you reply. "Never stopping."

Will moves his thumb to rub circles between your legs, causing you to breathlessly pant his name like a prayer.

"So close, Will. So close."

"Come on, honey. Give it to me. I can feel it. Yeah, that's it."

You fall over the edge with a moan, gripping at his hair. You tug a little harder than intended, but it does the trick, sending him into his own climax. He's groaning your name, and you're convinced the sound will be ingrained in your mind forever.

You're both panting, chests heaving. Then, you burst into a fit of giggles. It seems to be contagious, because Will joins you.

"What?" he asks through the laughter.

"How the fuck are we gonna tell Ben?"

[gabessquishytum]

hello! i just wanted to start off by saying how much i absolutely adore your blog and the community you have created! i’ve been in fandom spaces for about a decade and this is the first time i’ve ever come across such an interactive and collaborative space where everyone is just so lovely and loves sharing their ideas with each other. you doing such wonderful things in the dreamling/sandman fandom gabe 💖💖

so, i’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now and a couple asks have touched on the topic as well but i’ve become a little obsessed with it! sheltered/virgin!dream and kinda-experienced-but mostly knows his way around a sex toy!hob are roommates in uni and of course dream has the biggest crush on hob. he thinks that hob has a lot more experience than he does just because of how charming hob is whenever they go out. dream has never actually seen hob take anyone home but that doesn’t really correlate in his head. because dream is slowly becoming obsessed with hob he decides he needs more experience but he doesn’t want to have sex with just anyone. he goes snooping through their dorm/apartment and finds hobs quite extensive collection of sex toys. he rifles through it and picks out a couple that he definitely knows what to do with and leaves those he is clueless about. he starts experimenting and finally experiences his first orgasm with (unknown to him) hobs favorite dildo stuffed in him. very quickly hob realizes that dream has found his stash of sex toys and taken a few (he was very horny about dream taking his favorite toy, even if that means he couldn’t use it until he talked with dream). hob is just as obsessed with dream and has been trying to work up the courage to put his charms on dream without making it awkward since they already live together. this all cumulates one day when hob gets home early to see dream “practicing” for when he’s finally with hob and hob sees his favorite toy stuffed in dream and his horny brain just melts completely as he watches dream finish and hob comes in his pants

This is so kind, thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to say nice things <3 it always means a lot to know that people can find a home here.

I am totally enamoured with the idea of Dream getting fascinated by Hob’s sex toy collection! Also the idea that Dream unintentionally takes Hob’s favourite toy, thus accidentally leaving Hob in a very horny but very frustrated position because he wants his special dildo back but the idea of Dream using it is so. Fucking. Arousing.

Another idea that this sparked off for me: Dream and Hob sharing a pocket-pussy type toy. Maybe it's the same kind of scenario - Dream is inexperienced and ends up confessing to Hob about his lack of knowledge (they're both a little drunk at the time). Hob has the brilliant idea of fetching his pocket-pussy from his room and telling Dream that he can totally borrow it! Just to get some practice, you know? Dream uses it that very night, but he doesn't do a very good job of cleaning it up... when Hob comes to collect his toy, it's still wet. And sticky. And of course, Hob puts his dick inside it and gets off to the slick slide of his gorgeous roommate's cum. They trade the toy back and forth for weeks, neither of them willing to admit that they might as well just fuck each other at this point...

I just really like the idea of them being nasty and oversharing with each other when they're still "just friends". Getting off in bed next to each other, watching porn together, just generally being gross <333 Hell, maybe Dream tries a vibrator for the first time ever and gives Hob control of the remote - they still claim to be in a totally platonic relationship while Dream writhes naked on the couch and Hob jerks himself off.

It's only when both of them simultaneously realise that the idea of their "totally platonic best friend" fucking anyone else makes them physically sick... that they mutually figure out that they're in love. And sharing sex toys suddenly seems a whole lot more acceptable... when one day they might also be sharing a last name <3

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 8

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

This cannot be happening, you mentally groaned with your face buried in your hands. You had been flirting with Max all night! So how was it that Trevor the PA was the one sleeping naked on your floor? 

You looked at your clock. Shit. You needed to be at the studio in twenty minutes. Kneeling on the edge of your bed, you reached out and poked him like you were checking to see if an animal was alive or dead. “Trevor?” you said quietly. When he didn’t move, you rolled your eyes and quickly got dressed, desperately trying to ignore your pounding head and queasy stomach. Once you were dressed, you looked for your phone so you could order him a cab. It, like Trevor, was face down on the floor, and it, like Trevor, was unresponsive, and your charger was nowhere to be found. Damn it. With an aggravated sigh, you decided to try waking Trevor again.

“Treeeeevooooor,” you called in a singsong voice as you shook him hard. 

He raised his head looking completely disoriented, a slick of drool smeared across his cheek. “Huh?”

You picked up his clothes that were scattered around the floor and tossed them at him. “Get dressed. I was going to order a cab for you, but my phone’s dead. You’ll have to get one yourself.”

“Well, good morning to you too,” he replied in a sleepy voice as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Look, I know this is going to sound completely cliched, but last night was a huge, very drunken mistake, and I would very much like to forget it ever happened and just go back to being work colleagues, yeah?”

He yawned and stretched. “Whatever you say, boss,” he agreed casually. You winced. You’d forgotten about the fact that since you were a Head of Department, you were technically Trevor’s superior. Nice one, Y/n, you thought to yourself, burying your face in your hands. Any other astonishingly stupid decisions from last night that I should know about? You thought about the last time you’d gotten this drunk: how you had drunk dialed your ex at 3 a.m. and unsuccessfully propositioned him for ‘one last night with the best shag he was ever going to have.’ You desperately hoped that your phone had died before you’d had a chance to make any ill advised calls this time.

After Trevor got dressed, you sent him on his way, all the while racking your brain for why he, of all people, was the one who came home with you last night. You thought that if it would have been anyone it would have been Max or Tom. Tom would have been your preference, of course, but you assumed he had been preoccupied with Tracy. You started to wonder if they had slept together, but you stopped yourself. It was none of your business what happened between them last night. Besides, you had your own shit to deal with.

…

When you arrived at work, you found Tom waiting outside your trailer. He looked a little worse for wear as well. 

“Hey,” he said sheepishly. “I wanted to apologize for how I acted last night and for the—“

“Don’t worry about it, Tom,” you interrupted, waving away his concern. “I think a lot of us made some poor decisions last night, so I think it’s best we just move on.”

A relieved smile spread across Tom’s face as he let out a deep breath. “I completely agree.”

“Good. Now hug me before I have to work through the worst hangover I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly, resting his cheek on the top of your head and rubbing his hand up and down your back. “We’ll suffer through the day together.”

As you and Tom walked into the trailer, you both groaned and squinted at the bright lights, while Kaitlyn’s cheery voice rang painfully through your ears. 

“Well hello there! I’d say I’m surprised either of you made it in today, but since you both are such workaholics I’m pretty sure the only way either of you would call in is if you were on your death beds!”

“I feel like death,” you groaned. “Does that count?”

Kaitlyn laughed and you and Tom both winced.

“Kaitlyn, darling, do you think you could lower the volume just a bit,” Tom asked with as much politeness as he could muster as he massaged his temple.

“Oh, sorry!” she replied in a hushed tone that was somehow still quite loud.

As you and Kaitlyn began working on Tom’s hair and makeup, you noticed Kaitlyn sniffing the air. You looked at her quizzically. “What?”

She leaned close to you and smelled your hair, causing you to lean away and look at her like she was crazy. “Did you smoke last night?” she asked incredulously.

“Ugh,” you responded with mild disgust. “When I went to go find this one last night, I found him smoking in the alley, but I didn’t partake.”

Tom cleared his throat awkwardly. “Actually…” 

“No…” you gasped as your face dropped and you looked at Tom in disbelief. He silently answered with an apologetic grimace, seemingly bracing himself for your reaction. “Noooo!” you moaned before bringing a strand of your hair to your nose and taking a big whiff. The overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke filled your nostrils and suddenly you were no longer able to fight the nausea that had been threatening to overtake your stomach since you woke up. Eyes wide, you rushed over to the rubbish bin and heaved into it. 

“I tried to stop you last night,” Tom said as you gathered yourself back up and Kaitlyn handed you a mint. “But you literally stole it out of my mouth and said ‘Drunk me likes to be naughty and does what she wants.’”

“Well next time, kindly tell drunk me to piss off and go home,” you replied while haphazardly putting your hair up in a messy bun. 

Tom chuckled and opened his mouth to reply when his smile suddenly disappeared as he stared at your neck. 

“Whoa, is that a hickey I see?” Kaitlyn teased in mock scandalization.

“What??” You ran to the mirror to examine yourself more closely. Sure enough, there was a purple, mouth-shaped bruise on the side of your neck, previously hidden by your hair. “Oh god…” 

You were mortified. There had been a time or two when you’d shown up to work with a similar mark from Tom that you hadn’t had time to cover with makeup, but you really didn’t mind too much because only you and he knew where it came from; like a dirty little secret. But last night nearly everyone in the cast and crew saw you flirting with Max most of the night, and you were willing to bet at least a few of them saw you leave with Trevor. 

Kaitlyn smirked from behind you. “You want to tell us about the rest of your night last night?”

“I don’t think now is an appropriate time for this conversation,” Tom interjected, his demeanor much more serious than it was a moment ago. You found it odd, but you were grateful for the excuse not to talk about last night.

“I agree,” you told Kaitlyn. “We ought to get cracking so we can get this day over with.”

It took a bit longer than usual to do Tom’s hair and makeup that morning, not only because you were feeling so sluggish, but you also had to hide the dark circles under Tom’s eyes. That being said, you managed to get it done without your stomach revolting again, which you considered a triumph in itself. Tom was abnormally quiet the whole time, and as soon as you were done, Tom left with a curt “thanks,” without even looking at you. 

“What’s with him today?” Kaitlyn wondered aloud as she began cleaning up.

“Probably just hungover,” you replied, shrugging. You only half believed yourself though. You still couldn’t help the feeling that something more was going on with him.

“Maybe it’s got to do with Tracy,” Kaitlyn suggested excitedly.

Fuck. You forgot about her. “If it is, he’s a big boy and he can deal with his girl problems himself.”

“But aren’t you even a little curious about what happened with them last night? I thought you two were like best friends now or something.”

“Kait, can we just drop the subject of last night?” you pleaded exasperatedly.

Kaitlyn looked taken aback. “Wow. You guys are no fun when you’re hungover.”

“Have you ever had a hangover before?” you asked.

“Nope! Not one!” she replied proudly. 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you haven’t.” Shaking your head, you began packing your kit for set, when absentmindedly, you took out your phone to look at the time. The perpetual black screen reminded you it was dead. “Kait, can I borrow your phone charger? I couldn’t find mine this morning and my phone is completely dead.”

“Sure,” she happily agreed. “But you might have to leave it here to charge.”

You shrugged. “That’s alright. I should be fine without it for a while.”

When you arrived on set, you nervously looked around to see if Max or Trevor were there, and to your relief, you didn’t see them, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid them forever. This was exactly the reason for the old adage “don’t screw the crew,” a saying you lived by religiously until this particular production began. You blamed the irritatingly gorgeous man currently brooding over his script. He started it.

After several takes of the first scene of the day, makeup was called in for a touch up.

“How are you holding up there, tiger?” you asked playfully as you blotted Tom’s forehead.

He kept his eyes to the ground. “Fine,” he replied monotonously. “Are you feeling any better?”

“Well, I haven’t had another urge to find the nearest bin, so that’s an improvement,” you said, chuckling. “Look up for me, please.” You went to touch up his under eyes and his gaze quickly traveled from the floor to the ceiling without so much as a passing glance at you. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because a couple of hours ago you were hugging me, and now you won’t even look at me.”

“You’ve literally just told me to look up.” He was beginning to sound irritated.

“You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t, actually. Look, I have a terrible headache and I’m just trying to get through the day, okay?”

“Understood,” you snipped.

Over the next few hours, anytime Tom needed a touch up, there was a tense silence between the two of you. It did not go unnoticed by you, however, that when Tracy stepped in to repair a shirt button he’d popped, he had no problem looking at her and was even able to muster a smile and a chuckle here and there. Anger began to bubble up in your chest as you watched them, realizing that the only thing that seemed to be bothering him was you, and instead of talking to you about it like a mature adult, he was moping and using his hangover as a stupid excuse. Git, you thought as you rolled your eyes. 

Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more irritated, however, as Tracy walked away, Tom sighed and absentmindedly ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the detailed continuity needed for the next shot. 

“Oi! Are you fucking kidding me, Hiddleston?” You were up out of your chair and storming towards Tom before the director could even call for hair and makeup.

“Shit,” Tom swore, realizing what he’d done almost immediately. “Sorry!” 

“I told you not to touch your hair while we shoot this scene,” you hissed at him as you meticulously restyled his locks to look as close to what they looked like before. Kaitlyn, who was holding up the continuity picture for you on her phone, was looking at Tom as if to say, ‘you’ve done it now.’

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “I’m not at my best today. It’s this–”

“Headache?” you interrupted him. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned it. Well, the rest of us are working our asses off regardless of how much we drank last night or what sort of distractions are walking around in a pencil skirt.” You glanced at Tracy and then back at Tom who looked thoroughly offended. 

“This has nothing to do with Tracy.”

“Then what is it, Tom?” you asked impatiently. “Because I don’t think a headache is the reason you can hardly stand to be near me today.”

He sighed. “Can we not talk about this in the middle of shooting?” 

“Fine. I’m finished anyway.” You stalked back to your chair with Kaitlyn at your heels. 

“You alright, boss?” Kaitlyn asked warily.

“Just peachy,” you huffed as you flopped down in your seat. “Listen, how would you feel about covering Tom on your own for the remainder of the day while I take Warren.”

Kaitlyn looked at you in shock. “Oh wow! Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t confident you could do it, and honestly, I could use a break from his melodramatics today.” 

“Well, I’m honored,” Kaitlyn said proudly.

You were usually pretty hands-off with Warren’s hair and make up because he hardly needed it for his role. He had a tight fade haircut that needed little to no maintenance and his complexion was exactly what the director wanted for his character.  

At the next call for make up, you went over to Warren to mist him with water to look like sweat.

“Having a lover’s spat, I see,” he teased you.

“Ha-ha,” you replied sarcastically. “Tom’s just being weird today, and it only seems to be around me. Do you know anything about that?”

“He does seem a bit quiet, but I just assumed he was still recovering from last night. Speaking of which, is that hickey from that guy Max?”

“I…” you hesitated for a moment, not wanting to admit the truth. “I don’t think so…”

“What is that supposed to mean? You two were flirting all night!”

“Well, I don’t exactly remember everything that happened last night, but Max wasn’t the one in my bedroom when I woke up this morning.”

“What??” Warren said a little too loudly, making several people turn their heads, including Tom, who furrowed his brow in confusion before turning back to Kaitlyn.

“Sshhh!” you quickly hushed him. “I don’t need everyone in the studio to know about this!”

“Sorry,” he apologized, lowering his voice to a whisper. “But then who the bloody hell did you sleep with last night.” 

“That is a secret I’m hoping to keep for as long as possible.”

“Oh come on,” he pleaded. “You can tell me! I promise I won’t tell a soul.” 

“Fine. But you swear you won’t judge me?”

He raised his right hand while putting his left over his heart as if he was swearing an oath. “Never.” 

“Okay..” You took a deep breath. “It was Trevor.”

“Trevor the PA??” Once again Warren raised his voice to full volume, causing people once again to look in your direction. 

“Yeah, mate?” called Trevor, peeking his head out from behind the set wall. 

“Oh Jesus Christ,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Nothing!” Warren called to Trevor. “Nevermind!” He gave you a nervous, apologetic grimace. “I’m so sorry, but how the fuck did you end up sleeping with him?”

“I have no fucking clue! I was plastered!” 

He laughed. “You know, you are a lot more fun than I thought you were!”

“Fun is not the word I would use to describe my choices last night,” you grumbled.

“Cheer up, love. Who knows, maybe Trevor’s the one?”

“You’re funny,” you told him sarcastically, sneaking him a rude gesture as you walked back to your chair.

While the director talked to the actors, you and Kaitlyn sat down next to each other and she leaned toward you to whisper in your ear. “So you’ll talk to Warren about your sexcapades last night, but not me?”

“There were no ‘sexcapades,’” you contested. “And how do you know that’s what we were talking about?”

“I can only assume that’s why you two were talking about Trevor,” she said, as if it was obvious.

You stared at her, perplexed. “You knew I slept with Trevor?”

“Well, I knew you left the club with Trevor– and without saying goodbye, I might add.”

Your face lit up in realization. “So you remember everything that happened last night?”

“Of course I do! And you would know that if you hadn’t avoided the subject earlier!”

You rubbed your face with both hands. “Sorry! I wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that I blacked out and slept with someone who thinks Greta Gerwig is ‘that chick that’s trying to save the polar bears.’”

“Okay, that’s fair, but would you rather have slept with Max?”

“Honestly, no. I didn’t really want to sleep with anyone. I just wanted to flirt a little and have a good time!”

“I mean, you certainly seemed like you were having a good time.”

“I know I may regret this, but will you please tell me what happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I remember finding Tom smoking in the alley, but obviously I didn’t remember smoking with him, so let’s start there.”

“Well, I don’t know what you two talked about out there, but I do know you were miffed about something. When you came back inside, you went straight to the bar and ordered two shots before angrily going back to the dance floor and dancing with Max. After a while of that, you went to use the loo and when you came back you were even more angry for some reason. So, you took yet another shot, and by the time you went back to the dance floor again, Max was dancing with someone else, so you looked around, grabbed Trevor, and left.

As Kaitlyn retold the events of the previous night, fragments of your forgotten memories started to resurface: sloppily grinding on Max, occasionally looking over at Tracy putting her hands all over Tom, grinding harder against Max in retaliation, telling Max you had to use the ladies’ room and him calling you a tease after he tried to come with you and you declined. All of this was no surprise to you until you tried to remember what had happened between then and when you left with Trevor. Finally, you were able to conjure up the missing piece of the puzzle: the blurry yet unmistakable image of walking into the loo to find Tom and Tracy making out in one of the stalls. That and the subsequent shot of tequila must have been what pushed you to your colossally poor decision to fuck the nearest available guy in the club. 

“Does any of this ring any bells?” Kaitlyn asked.

“Unfortunately,” you groaned, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees and massaging your forehead with the heels of your hands. 

“Do you remember what happened in the toilets to make you so angry?”

“Nope,” you lied. You lifted your head to look at her. “Regardless, I’d prefer if we never mentioned any of this ever again, agreed?”

She nodded. “Absolutely. One question though…”

“If it has anything to do with sex with Trevor I will punch you in the tit.”

“Right then. Nevermind.”

…

It was ten o’clock at night by the time filming had wrapped for the day, and you and Tom had successfully avoided each other for several hours. By then your hangover had subsided, but your irritation with Tom had only grown. As you cleaned and prepped your trailer for the next day, you ruminated over what you possibly could have done to piss him off, and then you’d remind yourself that you were being silly– that he was the one acting like a child. You were pinning up continuity notes and photos on the wall when you heard a knock at your door.

“Y/n?” you heard Tom’s voice say as he stepped into your trailer. The sound of the door shutting behind him came soon after, as well as the click of the lock.

You kept your eyes on the task in front of you as he walked up behind you. “Funny. I don’t remember saying you could come in.”

“I don’t remember asking,” he teased, his breath tickling your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you continued to work, pretending that his touch wasn’t making you wet already.

“Oh, are we suddenly all chummy again? I guess I didn’t get the memo.” 

He traced the tip of his nose along the length of your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Can I ask why you were pouting like a child today, or are you going to feed me the same hangover bullshit like you did before?”

He sighed. “To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t bring myself to look at that infuriating bruise on your neck.” 

“What?” You stopped what you were doing and brought your hand to your neck, running your fingers over the afflicted area. “Why? You’ve seen me with hickies before.”

“Yeah, from me,” he mumbled against the opposite side of your neck as he began placing kisses over the untarnished skin. It was getting increasingly hard to focus.

“So you can play with other toys, but no one else is allowed to play with me?”

His hand glided down your stomach and into your leggings, cupping your needy sex over the damp fabric of your panties. “Tracy was my attempt to distract myself from you.”

Your eyes fell closed as his fingers began to stroke your clothed core. “And did it work?”

“No,” he growled before latching his lips and sucking hard on the precise spot only he knew made you absolutely gush with arousal. A moan escaped your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing, but in that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He slipped his fingers inside your now ruined panties and began rubbing light circles over your clit. Gasping, you keened into his touch while he kissed and sucked along your jugular vein. Before long, he moved his attention to the other side of your neck. He tsked at the sight of the mark another man had left on you. “Well, I’m pleased to know that he doesn’t know your weak spots like I do,” he whispered in your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine. It was true that Trevor somehow managed to pick the least sensitive area of your entire neck. However, that didn’t stop Tom from sinking his teeth into the very same spot in an obvious attempt to cover Trevors mark with his own. At the very same time, he added pressure to your swollen clit. The mix of pain and pleasure was the perfect combination to send you over the edge. 

“Fuck, Tom!” you moaned, your climax making your legs shake beneath you. As you came down from your high he retracted his hand from between your legs and released your neck with a dark chuckle. You spun around and grabbed his face, crashing your lips against his. While you plunged your tongue into his mouth your hand slid down his torso to his groin, feeling the solid column of flesh straining against his slacks. You gave it a firm squeeze, causing him to grunt against your lips. Taking that as your cue, you undid his belt and the fly of his trousers. As soon as his erection was freed, he pulled you toward the vanity and spun you around once more to face the mirror. You braced yourself on the counter, leaning forward onto your forearms while Tom rolled a condom over his throbbing cock. Then he tugged your bottoms down to your thighs, giving him just enough access to your pussy. Through the mirror you could see him smirk at the sight of your ass, as if he was looking at a prized possession. It sent more heat to your center as you clenched around nothing. His piercing blue eyes darted up to you through the mirror as his smirk widened to a smile. You gazed back at him with pleading eyes before he finally lined up with your entrance and sheathed himself completely inside you. You gasped, your features contorting in pleasure. He leaned forward and grabbed the counter on either side of you, kissing your shoulder while your dripping channel stretched around him. As he began to roll his hips, the two of you locked eyes in the mirror and never strayed as he gradually thrusted faster and harder. “Oh god! Yes baby! Harder!” You brought one hand up to brace yourself against the mirror as Tom pounded into you, panting and groaning in your ear. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” you cried, your cunt clenching hard around his length. 

“Oh, Y/n, that’s it, sweetheart! Shit, I’m cumming!” You watched as he finally broke his gaze, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead to your shoulder. You moaned as you felt his cock pulse inside you until it was finally spent. 

Tom placed a light kiss on the back of your neck before standing up and pulling out of you. Breathing heavily, you let your hand, slick with sweat, slide down the mirror with a drawn out squeak, leaving behind a Titanic-esque hand print in its wake. Despite your legs feeling like jelly, you slowly stood up and pulled your pants back up while Tom tucked himself back into his trousers and flopped down in the makeup chair. You leaned back against the counter, looking down at him with your arms folded.

He looked back at you suspiciously. “What?”

“All that over a hickey,” you teased, shaking your head.

“So? You fucked Trevor just because you caught Tracy and I snogging,” he said with a smug look on his face.

Your mouth fell open. “How the hell do you know that?”

“Kaitlyn told me about Trevor before she left and the rest was just a guess. One which you just confirmed for me.”

“Oh my god, I am going to kill her!” 

“Darling, relax. We both got a little bit jealous, and quite a bit drunk, and did things we’re not proud of. Now everything is out in the open and we can move on, yeah?” 

You pursed your lips and glared at him. 

He sighed. “Come here.” He gestured for you to join him in the chair but you didn’t move. “Come here, you silly little thing,” he urged you again, chuckling at your stubbornness. You rolled your eyes and gave in, climbing into his lap and straddling him. He placed one hand on your waist and the other against your cheek. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t actually sleep with Tracy.” 

“Wait, what?”

“My memory was a bit lacking this morning, but I asked Tracy on set today and she told me that we didn’t do anything more than snog. I was relieved, actually.”

You were also relieved, that is until you realized that it meant you slept with Trevor over nothing. “Ugh, I think that actually makes me feel worse.” You hid your face in the crook of his neck and groaned. 

Tom chuckled as he rubbed your back and placed a kiss on your temple. “What do you say we head back to mine and forget about the last twenty four hours?”

“Yes please,” you mumbled against his skin before reluctantly climbing off of him. He stood up after you and made his way toward the door while you gathered your things. “I’ll be there in a second. I totally forgot my phone was charging here all day. It died at some point last night so I haven’t been able to check any of my messages or anything.” 

Tom stopped dead in his tracks. “So you haven’t gotten to read any texts from last night?” 

“No, why?” You unplugged the device from the charger and your screen lit up, revealing all of your missed notifications. “Oh shit! I have like eight messages from you.” 

Tom turned and looked at you with panic in his eyes. As he watched you open your texts, he reached his arms out in front of him with his palms facing you and walked slowly toward you. “Y/n, listen, I was blackout drunk last night. Remember how I said we both did things we aren’t proud of?”

You hardly heard him over the sound of your raging pulse beating in your ears as you read his messages.

You looked up from your phone and glared at him. Your blood was boiling. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry…”

“‘Fuck the entire crew for all I care?’ ‘Lascivious little games?’” Your voice was low and shaky as you quoted his messages back to him in shock. “You ignored me all day over a fucking hickey, making me feel like I’d done something wrong, when you knew you’d sent me these…”

“Sweetheart, I didn’t mean any–”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” you snapped. This time it was you who couldn’t look at him. “Get out.”

Tom took another cautious step toward you, “Please, listen, I–”

“I said get out, Tom.”

He nodded in defeat as he turned away and left.

Taglist: @the-princess-of-loki, @kikster606, @princess-ofthe-pages,

@chronicallybubbly, @darcylikesloki

[10thmusemoon]

hello!! i recently read your fic where shen yuan is qijiu's baby and I loved it! In the notes, I saw that there might be more of the thread where yue qingyuan didn't leave cang qiong after he found out he was pregnant, is there anywhere I can read it? :3

Aw thanks!! And yes! I’m still in the process of making that its own proper fic but there was a little bit of that at the beginning of this thread that ultimately turns into the fic that’s posted!

(There’s also The Sect Leader is an Omega!? Which is 25k for anyone just tuning in to my omega!YQY agenda.)

Cw: omegaverse and mpreg

I’m gonna take this as an opportunity to ramble on this because I’ve been thinking about more QiJiu omegaverse.

What I love about omega!yqy and why I always revisit that dynamic, is that he’s the strongest cultivator in universe, he’s a big beefy dude, and he is everything that goes against the stereotypical omega expectations. As the sect leader he takes care of the sect and no one expects that he needs anyone to be protective over him. Not even YQY sees that as an option, he has only ever looked after others, no one has ever looked after him.

Except well, Shen Qingqiu.

Who, before they even presented, was possessive over Qi-ge and looked out for them both. And then as the lord of the second peak, as the strategist, protects YQY and that which is his (the sect), which of course, is also SQQ’s. He refuses to acknowledge that’s what happening but it is.

In a situation where their shit is together enough to have shared heats/ruts (and while it’s consensual yearning, SQQ is patting himself on the back for having ‘stolen’ YQY’s heats for himself, as if there was ever any other option YQY would consider), an accidental pregnancy only would throw a huge wrench into things.

Despite the fact that omegas are expected to get pregnant, and despite what SQQ may be driven to say while heat drunk, he never actually expects YQY to get pregnant.

So when it does happen, I fully picture it being a moment of crisis for SQQ.

And while I love the fics where he is a doting and possessive parent (see hints in NYY’s Best Day Ever), in my eyes, it wouldn’t fly like that.

In the universe where YQY stays, where SQQ actually lets him talk, his immediate reaction is that of revulsion and horror.

SQQ doesn’t want to share YQY with anyone, especially when he thinks his current hold on him is already precarious. (it’s not, they’re just both idiots who can’t talk)

I do think tho, that YQY would be ecstatic but also be hyper aware of the fact that this is a nightmare for SQQ. In YQY’s twisty brain, this is a connection to SQQ that can never be severed, one he assumes SQQ will interpret as shackles, so he won’t push for him to take responsibility of the child. He will, however, give him the option to be involved. And he really hopes he will be, but at the same time YQY sees the writings on the wall, and imagines that SQQ will no longer see him as a convenient body to warm his bed and return to the brothels.

(Having sex with drastic miscommunication is just the QiJiu way)

Mean SQQ is spiraling because WTF why would YQY keep this thing when he’s an unmarked, unmarried omega? He is ruining his, and by extension, the sect’s reputation! wtf why would he do that??!! Why would he risk everything he’s built for some child. He’s ridiculous, he’s stupid for even considering it.

(SQQ may be projecting a bit here.)

He may also be incredibly jealous of the role his own unborn child is taking in YQY’s life, superseding any importance SQQ or Xiao Jiu may have held. But at the same time, instincts and his general possessiveness over YQY, means he can’t exactly stay away. He bitches and moans and acts like he doesn’t care but he is involved during the pregnancy process because he can shamelessly dote on YQY (while pretending he isn’t) and provide for him in ways he hasn’t otherwise been able to. Their inner omega/alphas are just singing the entire way through. YQY is being cared for by the most important person to him and SQQ gets to be openly territorial in a way that no one can question. (The pregnancy sex is insane, so much emotional tension that they think only They are feeling!!)

The other peak lords also have to like, deal with whatever is going on with them. Their shared heat/ruts were an open secret but now there is a BABY?? I do think that at some point SQQ will lie and say they’ve Been married for years, just to cover for their reputations. In true pidw, this doesn’t help His reputation because people remember all too well the rumors of his brothel visits but what can they say when YQY is vibrating out of his skin with happiness over this.

(This becomes another Thing they don’t talk about, but being called husband in bed is as good as hitting the g-)

Then comes Shen Yuan.

And now there is this physical manifestation of the thing that will steal YQY away. By nature of being a baby, he does take a lot of attention away from SQQ due to the fact that he is literally dependent on YQY to stay alive. The rosey days together come to an end as SQQ retreats to brood and YQY is being depressed that the wick has finally burned out and their farce of a relationship is over.

He’ll come over sometimes (refusing to admit it’s because he misses YQY) just to look at SY, to try to find the traces of YQY in him that he can latch onto. Unfortunately babies don’t really look much like anything at first but swollen little aliens, so it really doesn’t help. Even worse, when he starts to develop his own distinct features, SY looks more like Shen Qingqiu.

And there is no one SQQ resents more than himself.

There's more to this such as how the other peak lords play into thing but in the end, I think it would take something flipping in SQQ's brain where he starts categorizing SY as something valuable of his (like his favorite hair pin, or expensive robes) that he starts to care about SY as something other than a Thing That Belongs to YQY.

When SY starts to develop his own personality and independence, I think that's where the next major shift would happen. Oh look, here is a thing that is no longer something like a creature and is a human with thoughts and agency and some of those thoughts include idol worshiping SQQ and YQY. Hmm.....interesting.

(in a transmigration situation, i don't think SY would have access to all his memories until he's older so this is plausible!)

Anyways, SY is upgraded from Expensive Hairpin to Purse Dog where SQQ gets a kick out of dressing him up, doing his hair, seeing what tricks he can do, and showing him off. But the second he needs actual human connection, he shoves him back at YQY.

As SY ages (and subsequently earns SQQ's respect) he's able to identify what SQQ is saying between barbs and mutual, if distant, affection. Having grown up with the titular scum villain, and seeing him be affectionate with YQY, he would be invested enough to do well to save both their skins from Luo Binghe's wrath.

Does being a parent make SQQ a better teacher? Hmmmm debatable, possibly unlikely, there is no YQY for him to throw his disciples at but at the very least he has a basis of comparison for age appropriate mile markers.

(He does not, SY is not a normal child by any means. His lineage and transmigration have made him OP in all the ways.)

SQQ will look at his students struggling to master something SY learned three years previously and get an opportunity to both shame and brag, he delights in this. Meanwhile, SY is dying inside, certain that he now has a horde of enemies across QJP (He does NOT, the wife beam is in affect) so he actively decides to stay on QDP and hide behind YQY's skirts and tag along to meetings so he can be nosey about the world building. He is also living his best life as the spoiled son of the sect leader and wandering across the peaks getting into monster shenanigans. In a nod to canon, instead of bringing back lost fans (because SQQ would never!) it's SY that LQG drops off to QJP or QDP by the scruff of his robes.

(SQH is going insane in the bg, WTF is happening with his plot?!)

To match the Father, Oh Father reveal, here Shen Yuan's freak out would be over finding out that QiJiu never actually married and that their whole relationship is even WEIRDER than he initially thought.

(meanwhile LBH sees qijiu as a love story and plans to follow in their footsteps and marry shen yuan so they can rule the sect together. Little does he know that sy has 0 plans of becoming the sect leader.)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 27 – NO POWERS

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: nanasekei

Hello, my name is Kandi and I like warm hugs in the form of fanfiction. Which is why I absolutely adore nanasekei's No Power AUs. The fluff is just fantastic, it always puts a smile on my face, and Steve and Tony are both completely believable in their characterizations. I love their fics, and I bet you will too!

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

sweet like honey

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 3,624 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Pre-Serum Steve, Misunderstanding

Summary: Steve wakes up in his boyfriend's Malibu mansion. However, Tony is nowhere to be found.

Reasons why I love it: This fic has so many things I love – a misunderstanding that leads to mild angst and gives ample reason for schmoop later on. And oh boy, the fluff is fluffing, it's amazing. Plus, JARVIS is just the absolute best. I adore this one, and if you're having a bad day, reading it will leave you smiling, guaranteed.

and you look so divine

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 8,236 Tags: Pre-Serum Steve, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings

Summary: Tony blinks a few times, seeming startled. “That’s – I mean, don’t me wrong, that’s great to hear. But, uh – Steve? That.... Kind of sounds like you think I’m dating you despite your looks.” Steve just stares. Tony’s eyes are wider than ever when he opens his mouth to talk: “Holy shit."

Reasons why I love it: I really feel for Steve with his massive insecurities, poor baby. It's a good thing that Tony makes it his life's mission to convince Steve of his attractiveness. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you give it a shot!

i'll take care of you

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 2,272 Tags: Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pre-Serum Steve

Summary: “Hi.” Steve blinks. The sound of loud thunder roars outside, but he doesn’t jolt, too focused on the image in front of him to be startled by the noise. He has no idea what to say, and he isn’t sure if the shock is because of Tony’s absolutely sodden state – his hair glued to his forehead, his clothes dripping with water, forming a small puddle in front of Steve’s door – or because he wasn’t expecting to see Tony for at least three more days. “Hi?” he says, a little tentative, before his brain catches up to reality. In his defense, he was getting ready to sleep when Tony knocked. He looks at what Tony is holding – a wet mess that seems to have been a flower bouquet at some point. “What are you doing here?”

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, this fic makes me so soft, I love it. It's like the words are wrapping me up in a duvet too. Tony being an absolute human disaster with a heart of gold is fantastic, and I love how Steve thrives on taking care of him in the aftermath. This fic is wonderful, and I hope you give it a read for yourself!

Drunk Talk

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: NR Words: 3,660 Tags: Meet-Cute, Bad Flirting, Fluff and Humor

Summary: Tony gets thrown out of a strip club and talks to the bouncer. A lot.

Reasons why I love it: Tony's drunken babbling is hilarious, I love it so much. And of course he can't help but completely charm Steve, even when he's sloshed. Also, Steve IS a goddamn angel, Tony got that right. I adore this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

roll with the punches

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,829 Tags: Pre-Serum Steve, Homophobia and Bullying, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting

Summary: Tony Stark first meets Steve Rogers in kindergarten.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, I'm squealing, this is so fucking cute!! Steve standing up for what he believes in even all the way back in kindergarten is just perfect, and Tony being utterly enamored with him even more so. I love everything about this, and if you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favor and hop to it!

[depressed-cookie-dough]

Amm hii my first ever public brain thought i have these often but yee i didn't see much of lyney so i took it out to try and write something about him ^^...

What would people say now, when the the representative of Inazuma is being so drunk

How did you get here you you don't know ether you really wanted to see him and plus he said you can come to see him anytime you want so no harm is done here right, at least that is what you tell yourself.

As you opened tent he was in you slowly walked to his sleeping form it would be be shame to wake him.. And you jumped on him.As he jolts awake he panics a bit but sees its you and instinctively hugs you back "well hello mon chérie";"hii, and i told you to not call me that if you don't tell what it means" he only giggles at that of course you could ask someone in city or court what it meant but you afraid someone is going to make fun of you after all you were one of most respected person in city of Fontane and that that is why you shouldn't be here even worse drunk as you are now, honestly you just wanted a little escape from your thoughts thinking of him all day so it was better idea to get drunk and actually see him great life choices, "soo ~ why did you come here to see me not that i mind". "honestly idk i just want to see you"

L:ou is that so, soo what do you want to do

Y:honestly i don't know i just want to spend time with you so anything is fine

L: wanna go around the festival ground i think i can turn merry go round for a little bit

Your eyes sparked as you tug him out tent

Y:What are we wait for lets goo

He only watched you amused honestly you are such different person out of court house so lively and energetic noting like that reserved figure. He got his hat and cape which looked really funny on his pj but he still looked good god he always does dose he. After walking a bit you got there at first it was nothing special but once he got it light up it was beautiful you quickly rushed to it sitting on one of horses, lyney slowly got to your side holding one of support bars for his safety. You laugh and giggled whole time

L:you know i prefer you like this happy with honest laughter

You turned your head to look at him but because of amount of alcohol you had your head spined and start falling forword he rushed to catch you

L:hey carful we don't want you to get hurt

You crashed your head on his chest as he try to keep you on the house

L"See i told you to be careful you could gotten hu.. "

" you smell nice" your drunk ass said would you hate yourself for it if sober YES, are you now proud of it also yes. He stares for a second as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle further it his neck

L "hey hey slow down there that pa it sensitive"

"is it now" you kissed it congratulations you might fucked up your friend.. And he moaned never mind you don't care

"OUU that much sensitive ~" as you smirked and looked at him you could swear his eyes were beginning for more

L"i don't know how much you drink but you are not acting like your self maybe i should take you home "

And ou boy did you not like the idea you wanted to stay with him so as any saint person you hugd him with your legs too

" no, home is lonely, here with you better "

He soften his eyes at your wish but still wanted to do right thig after all you had a couple of drinks so your not thinking straight and he didn't want to use that

L "i can stay with you in your room until you fell asleep"

As soon as that left his mouth your was back in his neck this time tho you took small bite enough tho for lyney to grabs your hair and yeests it backwards.Now he did want to scold you but look in your eyes that begged him to continue just a bit more made him question his decisions.. But too late for that now because he was slowly closeing distance between you

As his lips touched yours there was feeling of addiction right behind he want to be slow with you to give you chance to back away, ou but you had other plans as you made him physically not able to get closer to you as he is now and it surely didn't help how you grinded on him. He groaned softly this is not okay he needs to stop you before he can't himself

L"Cheri you really need to stop and get your head clear "

But you didn't like that idea and wanted to continue but this time he read you and firmly grabbed your chin and spoke in most serious voice he ever used

L" salope now i believe i told stop now be good little bitch and stay still "

And boy you did was that all that can make you stay put just one degrading word and you are done you wanted to smack your self but before you got chance you felt fingertips on your cheek and mouth

L" I would love to continue this will you one you are more sober butt until then this must satisfi your hunger "

He watched as you look at him ou and boy did he want to ruin you image just how much his pride would be.

He slowly picked you up and you did feel kinda dizzy he was saying something but you were falling and didn't hear what.

As you opened your eyes you instantly got pictures in your head that by the way hurted like bitch.

You want to cry because of stress why did it had to be dream, as you tried to lay on your back you here mumbling behind you. Fastly turning around to see who and to your luck he was there now slowly opening his eyes

L"morning cheri did you sleep well "

"i think i told you not to call me that "

L"ou but you didn't mind yesterday did you now " he said with grinnin. He is not going to let that one go until you retire that is for sure, as he slightly moved to get closer to you he whispered

L" if you don't mind helping me fix that problem you made yesterday "

[soleilnomoon]

Prompt: “I don’t like them; I can barely tolerate them.” for Abarai Renji. Once again, I leave it up to you what you wanna do (but maybe enemies to lovers) Yes, I might be on a little Bleach binge right now but it's okay you like it. kiss kiss

*hides face* ok, ok, ok, hear me out, let's pretend i didn't take *insert accurate length of time here* and say i wrote this in a few days. i am so sorry i took forever and ever with this but as u know i can only give u top quality work or else i'll never forgive myself. renji is.......well *motions to him* yk how that man is, he made me suffer!!!! in a good way!!! but still i suffered!!! yk how much i love enemies 2 lovers u big brained beauty 🤭 so ty baby❤️️ also this is my first renji fic and i can't belev it.

5.2k words (don't look at me, just don't), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, enemies 2 lovers, angst city, angst angst city biiiitch (yk the vibez babey), smut obviously, no fluff bc who do u think i am? feat. renji being a mean petty bitch (i guess that makes him a mean dom maybe yes), sub reader bc that's what i want; there's a party with alcohol, ichigo and co. make brief appearances, bathroom sex, choking (he's sf romantic), a lot of cursing bc they're grown that's why, renji is a beast when he's jealous, reader is a lil bit of a brat but lbr who wouldn't be in that situation; mutual ""unrequited"" pining, lots of tension, fingering, rough (consensual) sex, lil bit of degradation, lil bit of a size kink, lil bit of praise kink, idk there's probably more stuff but i'm so tired rn i can't think; um renji obviously comes w his own gd warning; reader is determined to not let this man win but, hello, it's renji he always comes out on top wink wink. (if u see spelling errors/mistakes no u didn't hottie)

“when i write about all of this it becomes its own kind of violence. / i retell the story as myth, as if it were my own body devoured.” — caitlin scarano & “so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter

HATRED X TASTES X SWEET

you’ve never been cut out for this line of work, but your insistence on eliminating all your shortcomings is commendable. brave, even. it’s something you don’t really think about unless you want to spend the night half-drunk, rambling about the things you should’ve done but never had the courage to do.

like telling a certain red-haired, bullheaded lieutenant that he’s the most ridiculous and excessively arrogant man you’ve ever come across. all in all, you’re pretty sure telling him off won’t phase him; nothing ever does, not really anyway.

at first you try politeness; your grandmother would be proud of how well you’ve learned to bite your tongue. it’s ungraceful, but you fake it well enough that others think your emotional maturity is far above theirs. little do they know, you actually have to literally bite your tongue; simply remaining silent isn’t easy for you anymore. so, when you bite, it’s with rage, months of unshed tears and accumulated spite; you bite your tongue so hard you bleed more every time.

your unsaid words bunch together — tiny soldiers determined to strike in unison without fail — and sit heavily in the back of your throat, ready to launch forward at your command.

but you never say them, and you choke more than once; an unbearable shame to carry with you as he continues to slash at your patience, thin ribbons cascading off you like confetti. you wonder if your anger will lead to your death— or if it’ll lead to his. you intend to keep all of that hidden, though, and keep reminding yourself that eventually he will tire from berating you, from talking to you as if you’re the most incompetent being in all of soul society, from looking at you like your very being disgusts him.

that’s what you tell yourself these days. you like to conveniently ignore the way his dark eyes linger on yours during meetings — you’ve noticed that people have taken to describing them as soulless, cold and critical, unimpressed at everything and anyone.

but you see him — all of him; the raw, feral, powerful and severe side that not many have the misfortune of knowing. they think they get the real version of renji whenever they deal with him, but they never do; you know that now. you doubt it’s even intentional on his part, or maybe — just maybe — he really does hate you.

to put it plainly, as you’ve told rukia and rangiku, the sixth division lieutenant has the biggest fucking chip on his shoulder. despite the walls he continues to put up to keep others from carving out a place for themselves in his life, despite the way his words roll around his mouth, clumsily coasting down the length of his tongue before they pierce the air around you with their toxicity — you’re tired of the way he purposely singles you out time and time again to point out your inadequacies without remorse.

abarai renji is also sick of dealing with you. whenever he thinks he’s found a means of scaring you off, you scurry right back more determined and more obnoxious than ever. which is rich, coming from him.

he claims you’re inconsequential, a nuisance — a pest, even — one that he intends to get rid of permanently. it’s harsh and he’s more than aware of that, but he finds that this is the most appropriate solution to his problem. he could easily ignore you; he could try to keep his comments to himself and try to be somewhat cordial whenever you cross paths. but he won’t. and he has no damn idea why.

“no, no come in, i have plenty of snacks for everyone.”

rukia’s voice is a constant in his life that he’ll always be thankful for. he watches her glide into the room, grinning at the friends she’s invited over, her laughter like soft bells that is easily recognizable even with all the conversation happening. when he feels his chest constrict, an uncomfortable, yet familiar warmth stretching over his skin, he decides to drink so that he can ignore the sensation and forget.

a feeble attempt, because he knows how this will all end — with him drunk off his ass in an even worse mood than he started.

mouth opening, renji prepares to tell rukia to get better sake, when rangiku leads you into the living room where he’s lounging comfortably. the bottle in his hand grows heavier by the second and suddenly he’s not very interested in drinking anymore. already, his foul mood from earlier returns, and every step you take only fuels his irritation; it bubbles underneath his skin, making him frown and grip the bottle tighter.

you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s glaring at you — he always is. rangiku feigns obliviousness as she encourages you to go make yourself comfortable while she fetches snacks with rukia. you stare at both of them, wide-eyed, confused — a pleading look sliding onto your face after a few moments, but they assure you both that they’ll be back shortly.

with a sigh you sit on the armchair adjacent to him, determined to just remain quiet in the hopes that he’ll just ignore you for once. sitting up straight, discomfort finds its way to the pit of your stomach, swirling around as you fidget with the bracelet around your wrist. his eyes watch your movements with an obsessiveness that startles him; there’s no reason why he should be interested in the shape of your fingers, there’s no reason why he should be interested in the way you keep brushing stray curls away from your face, and there’s no reason why he should be interested in possibly fucking you when he knows for a fact that he is absolutely uninterested in you.

his disinterest runs so deep it spoils the taste of the sake, but he takes another swig anyway. the alcohol burns as it travels swiftly down his throat, and it just so happens that you glance over at him — innocuous, an attempt to gauge his annoyance level — as his throat bobs and your mouth dries at the sight.

you turn your face away quickly, a traitorous flush crawling slowly along your skin, unjustly warming your cheeks. inhaling deeply, you do your best to will the blush away to no avail. where the hell are rukia and rangiku? surely it can’t take that long to grab snacks. you’re tempted to go find them, but you have a sinking feeling that it would turn you into a coward.

and you refuse to give that man any more ammo against you.

IT’S X (NOT) X YOU

what initially starts as a small get-together, quickly turns into a party; leave it to rangiku to liven things up, her laughter infectious and whimsical, flitting about like a persistent hummingbird as she encourages everyone to play drinking games with her. experience taught him better than to engage because despite his high tolerance, there’s really no beating rangiku when she’s on a roll.

but when you emphatically agree to play with the rest, fury rises in his chest; your audacity, it seems, knows no bounds — and, yes, he understands the hypocrisy in his critique. he just doesn’t care.

the games are every bit as simple and ridiculous as you thought they’d be, but as everyone seems to be in relatively good spirits, you play along. not normally competitive with things like this, you get into the swing of things when you win round after round.

cheers resound nearby at your success, but throughout the evening, you feel renji’s stare and do everything in your power to not give in and look back at him. a tough feat to say the least, as you are always acutely aware of his presence; and when you do happen to sneak another glance, his legs are spread and you curse under your breath for finding that attractive.

foolish, you chide, so fucking foolish.

renji sucks his teeth as he feels a heaviness in his head; groaning loudly he swirls around what little sake he has left in his glass before finishing it.

“you lose again,” rukia’s voice is soft and teasing, but he’s annoyed and can’t be bothered with talking to her right now. she pats his shoulder gingerly before standing up to head to the kitchen. his mind is a mess and he blames you for it completely.

“i don’t fucking care,” he says gruffly to her retreating figure, not bothering to elevate his voice as he’s sure she heard him. and he really doesn’t care; he’s trying to tell himself to calm down, but he can’t.

the fault completely lies with you — of course it does, everything you do agitates every cell in his body. the reason is simple, and he hates that he doesn’t want to admit it — he’s so undeniably attracted to you that it pisses him off. he takes in your appearance for the twelfth time that night, admiring the softness of your cheeks, the fullness of your lips, the way you seem entirely too animated as you laugh at someone’s lame joke — and yes, he can tell it’s not funny from how your laughter dies down after a few seconds.

if he had better sense, he’d stop looking at you, but he can’t now; he might blame the sake for this later.

the intensity behind his gaze is enough to bring an inextinguishable heat along your skin. it’s only unpleasant because it travels down to your lower abdomen and brings about an agonizing ache between your thighs. at first, you do the sensible thing and ignore it; but the longer he stares, the more you want to look over, until finally you can’t take it anymore.

“i’ll be back,” you mumble to the other guests, although you doubt they hear you with how rowdy everyone is being; the noise isn’t unwelcomed, the distraction serves to mask your footsteps when you scurry from the living room to the back corridor, turning corner after corner until you find the bathroom.

a coward — that’s what you are.

you barricade yourself in there without thinking, heart pounding loud enough to disorient you. after several long minutes, you splash water on your face and take a few deep breaths.

“i can’t believe i ran away,” your voice is so soft you barely hear the words — almost as if you’re still in disbelief over the entire situation. there’s something off about renji tonight; the tension between you was more palatable and tangible than normal.

even though you feigned nonchalance as best as you could, there were so many moments where you couldn’t help but watch him too. pitiful. absolutely pitiful. there’s no excuse for it, and yet you struggle to find one anyway.

as you look at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you try to convince yourself to head back out there. sooner or later, people will realize that you’ve gone missing — and rangiku is nosy enough and like a bloodhound when she’s drunk. your time is incredibly limited now.

there’s no reason for you to continue to avoid the inevitable, so you sigh and give yourself a small pep talk before heading back outside.

TRUTH X OR X …

renji’s mood doesn’t improve at all; in fact, it worsens the moment ichigo sits right next to him. he’s not even sure why this sets him off, but even closing his eyes and counting backwards does nothing to keep him calm.

with slight difficulty, renji grits out, “what do you want?”

undeterred, ichigo stares at renji pointedly, voice steady as he says, “you could go after her, you know.”

again, renji sucks his teeth loudly, arms folded against his chest, right leg bouncing slightly as he taps his foot on the floor. punching ichigo would be pointless, and then rukia would get involved and he doesn’t have time to deal with the fallout from that so he keeps his hands to himself.

besides, his anger is obviously misdirected right now. he knows — he knows —but he doesn’t care, so he doesn’t mince his words when he responds with, “go after who?” through his peripheral, he can see ichigo’s patience has also reached its limit.

“you’re not that stupid, so stop acting like it.”

normally, renji would take the opportunity to mes s around and argue back and forth, but he might actually fight his friend if he doesn’t walk away. so, he does; abrupt and without looking back, footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor.

maybe he just needs to change his approach with you, maybe talking things out would work in his favor; or maybe he needs to fuck you hard enough to purge you from his mind.

he lies to himself when he considers the first option, because it’s the second option that drives him to walk a little faster, head full of impossible thoughts as he wonders just how far you’d let him go.

when renji finally finds you, you’re in the middle of rebuffing the advances of an unfamiliar guest — they’re drunk, handsy, and keep oscillating between giving you cheesy pick-up lines and berating you for rejecting them. but you stand firm, and your voice is relatively loud when you tell them, “for the last fucking time, go away.”

under normal circumstances, renji would let you handle this yourself; he has no desire to play prince charming or be a knight in shining armor. you’re more than capable, and he’s seen the way you fight and argue to defend yourself — but, it’s when they place a wandering hand on your hip that he loses sight of all of that.

a brief moment passes, where your blood boils as you contemplate how best to kick their ass, but you never get the chance. a rather large shadow hovers over you both, but you already know who it is without having to look properly.

renji is a force to be reckoned with on a good day, but he’s at his fucking limit right now.

he doesn’t ask, doesn’t give any options for retreat, doesn’t say a word when he yanks them off with a brute strength that surprises even you.

now, can he really be blamed for throwing them into the neighboring wall hard enough to make a noticeable hole? and is it really his fault that the drunk can hardly walk as they clutch their broken arm while murmuring something unintelligible, something that renji takes as a sign of them wanting a repeat demonstration?

consequences be damned, he gives the drunk a lethal look before they scramble away in fear.

“loser,” he says loud enough for them to hear, but they don’t double back or even try to go toe-to-toe with the hot-headed lieutenant. you watch, half-amused and half-impressed with the unnecessary machismo, but still, you know better than to chastise him right now, especially when your heart sputters out of control from his proximity.

“…thanks,” you say, a faint flush on your cheeks, voice soft, head fuzzy when you realize that renji — aka mr. “i’ll fight you on everything any day of the week unprovoked for no reason other than to drive you crazy” — saved you. unprompted at that.

you make the mistake of looking up at him, your nerves prompting you to take a small step back when you realize that the usual hostility that renji reserves for you specifically is nowhere to be found. in its place is something more unreadable — or, rather, you don’t want to read into it for fear of being wrong.

renji steps closer, which makes you back up again until your back hits the wall and you’re no longer able to escape.

“we need to talk,” he says suddenly, but you shake your head, non-verbally objecting to the idea, curls bouncing wildly with your exaggerated movements. since he knows he’s pressed for time, he grabs your face with his large hand and stops you from moving. “that wasn’t a request.”

swallowing rusty nails would be better than dealing with your conflicting feelings over renji right now, because he’s much too close to you and now you’re forgetting why it is you hate him in the first place. ironically, he’s in the exact same position. so far, he’s acted on impulse over you more times than he can count tonight, but he supposes that’s to be expected — you are a wildcard, after all.

“what if i don’t want to.” your response is clumsy, the words tumbling one after the other. “what if i want you to leave?” you don’t actually mean that, but you throw it at him anyway, to see if maybe this was all a fluke, and maybe, just maybe he’ll remember himself and you both can go back to fighting like usual.

he considers your question, goes so far as to release your face to wrap his hand around your throat instead. your sharp inhale and parted lips tell him all he needs to know.

with a slightly raised brow, he asks, “well, do you?”

because if you do, he’ll walk away right now. but he knows what your answer will be, he just has to drag it out of you. he squeezes your neck to remind you to hurry it up, and before you can answer him properly, he places his leg in between yours, pressing close enough that you roll your hips forward while whimpering softly.

he really didn’t think any of this through, but luckily the adrenaline from it all won’t wear off anytime soon, so he’ll improvise along the way. he spent most of the night dealing with a semi-hard cock that wouldn’t listen to reason no matter how many times he tried to stop thinking about you. but now? all of that restraint goes out of the window, and before he can question it, he kisses you.

you’ve kissed plenty of people in your life — some good, most were mediocre and uninspiring — but renji actually takes your breath away. everything about him commands all your attention; from the way his lips move against yours greedily, leaving behind burning kisses that make your nipples harden underneath your clothes — to the way he thrusts his tongue in between your plush lips, licking inside of your mouth hotly, igniting an inextinguishable flame deep inside of you.

he grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing hard, fingers digging firmly. all the irritation from earlier dissipates completely, leaving you feeling lightheaded and needy; you grind against him recklessly, arousal dampening the front of your panties, clit sensitive as it rubs against the delicate fabric. his cock presses against you — thick, long, and hard — and you wonder if this is why he’s so angry with you all the time.

was it always that simple?

if you asked the question aloud, he wouldn’t know what to tell you — it’s a combination of things, but mostly he’s an idiot; he knows that now, but likewise you’re an idiot too. you just don’t realize it yet.

it’s renji who pulls away first, lightly panting, breath warm against your lips as he releases his hold on your neck. he doesn’t know where he finds the strength to string together a coherent statement, but his voice is low and husky when he speaks. “answer my question.”

you blink at him, completely in a daze, lips slightly swollen from all the kissing. “wh-what?” you don’t remember what he asked you, and you don’t care.

“do you want me to leave?”

for some reason, you completely forgot that you told him that. you rub your lips together and run your hands along his chest. “no.” the answer comes out automatically, without hesitation, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

“good.”

SAY X IT X LOUDER

he picks you up with ease, almost as if you weigh nothing; a small squeal spills out of you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and renji gives you a sly smile — one laced with mischief and an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

you’re back in the bathroom again, this time sitting on the counter with renji standing in between your legs. his hands coast along your curvy hips and down your thighs. he’s touching you but he’s not touching you and it’s driving you crazy.

with hurried, eager hands you both undress, and for the umpteenth time you internally curse this style of uniform; still, it doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again, calloused palms rough and warm against your skin. he places a kiss on your jaw, then another on your neck right underneath your earlobe; each kiss he leaves behind distorts your common sense, makes you feel irrational and impatient. your hands are soft and well-practiced, stroking his stiff cock as his hips jerk forward from your touch.

he can’t remember the last time someone had him this worked up, which pisses him off a little; because that means him fucking you once won’t settle things. at that thought, renji bites your neck and your startled yelp quickly morphs into a moan when he runs his tongue along the mark. he dips his hand in between your thighs, rubbing his thick fingers against your slit. a loud banging on the door has you looking over, and you can’t remember if he bothered to lock it once you both were inside.

your attention nearly falters, but when he pinches your clit you buck your hips, a shiver shooting down your spine at the slight pain.

“eyes on me,” is all he says, seemingly annoyed that you would dare to focus your attention elsewhere, “always keep them on me.” what he means by that, he doesn’t know, but you take the command at face value and nod while swallowing. he slides a finger inside of your wet pussy, and while you initially wanted to keep quiet to avoid suspicion and to prevent anyone from intruding, but you can’t now.

“renji,” you breathe, fingers trembling as you hold onto the counter for support, he thrusts his finger in and out, quick and hard, before inserting another. you clench around him, hips rocking forward as he fingerfucks you and grinds his palm against your clit. you close your eyes and moan louder than you mean to, chest heaving, thoughts jumbled and incoherent. he scissors his fingers inside of you, but quickly removes them without prompting.

“fuck!” you open your eyes again and stare at him in disbelief. “why did you stop?”

he laughs darkly and grabs your face roughly, fingers pressing into your soft skin without remorse. “what did i tell you earlier?” everything about this situation is laughable. he gave you very specific instructions, ones he thought were easy enough for you to follow. for some reason your movements are sluggish, mind in a haze as you scramble to remember but nothing comes to mind.

as you open and close your mouth, looking every bit as adorable as you are alluring, he decides to show you a bit of kindness.

“get down.” his command comes swift, his patience practically nonexistent; precum glides down the head of his thick cock, but he ignores it for the sake of teaching you a lesson. you don’t bother waiting for him to repeat himself and slide off the counter. “turn around.”

like a doll, your movements are dictated by renji with simple, short statements. nothing about that phases you, though; it’s all very exciting, so when you do turn to face the counter, you bend forward and lean over the counter. renji admires the roundness of your ass and slaps it hard.

again, you find yourself moaning loudly, without shame and not caring about the volume of your voice. surely the others won’t pay attention, as they’re still very drunk and are entertaining themselves with more games. another slap on your ass has you grabbing onto the counter again, legs shaking, arousal dripping between your thighs in anticipation. if renji doesn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

he knows he’s taking too damn long, but it’s much more interesting making you work for him. he rubs the tip of his cock against your puffy pussy, gliding it in between your slick folds, your moans sweetly wrapping around him once he pushes inside of you slowly. someone bangs on the door again, making you look over, anxiety quickly filling your head with unnecessary what ifs that almost command your full attention.

with narrowed eyes, renji grabs onto your hair, curls soft in his hand, and yanks hard.

“the fuck did i say earlier?”

goosebumps travel down your arms as a different kind of awareness and clarity surges through you quickly. you blink at your reflection, watching the way he towers over you, his muscles hard and defined — sculpted from years of training and dedication to honing his skills. it hits you then, what he’s really asking you.

“to,” you swallow thickly, throat dry, “to keep my eyes on you always.” you say it all in one breath, gasping when he runs his tongue along the curve of your ear. you don’t know how much more you can take, but you know if you complain, if you say anything he might stop altogether.

renji’s smile is wicked and dark, his lips graze your earlobe, voice deep and gravelly, a huskiness that wasn’t there before as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deeply.

“good girl.”

he refrains from kissing you properly, instead pushing you down so you can lean over the counter again. your mind melts from it all, and you’re panting, heart beating faster and faster as he firmly places a hand on your back.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” he remarks thoughtfully, although you note the slight strain in his voice; as much as he tries to act like he’s not that affected by you, you know that isn’t the case at all. your pussy is every bit as enticing and heavenly as he knew it would be; he pulls back and slams his cock into you all over again, filling you completely. you try to keep watching him in the mirror, but he’s fucking you like he’s angry with himself for being so attracted to you.

and he absolutely is. it’s a truth he fought against for so long that he’s given up on denying it now. your moans drip onto his skin like caramel, sticky and sweet, and when you say his name like that — your voice going higher and higher from the ferocity of his thrusts — he nearly loses his mind.

“fuck,” he says out loud, grabbing your hip roughly, your wetness coating the length of his cock, “you’re taking me so well.” he knows you can’t really answer him, and he likes that; you’re beyond caring at this point, instead focusing on the way his cock reaches a spot that has you bouncing your ass and fucking yourself against him. normally, renji would play around and edge you in retaliation, but he’s too far gone, completely under the spell of your pretty pussy, with how soft and tight it is.

you’re not sure how you got here, but you’re drowning in ecstasy right now. he instructs you to lift your leg to rest it onto the counter, pulling out momentarily to help you position and spread your legs further apart. he plunges his cock into you again, keeping his hips closer as he gives you shorter, frenzied thrusts. your head spins and you can’t think straight, but that doesn’t matter. all you care about is the way renji is angling his hips, rolling them forward to pound into your cunt roughly, balls heavy as they smack against your ass.

“oh, oh, oh.” you swear your life flashes before your eyes, because something possesses him, his strokes shorter, brutal, and frenetic. drool slides down your chin, your voice hoarse from how loud you’ve been. you’re sure someone’s heard you by now, but you don’t care.

how can you?

with renji fucking you like this — merciless and possessive, fingers brusing your skin, almost as if he wants to make sure you’ll be as obsessed with him as he is with you — your common decency, your morals, everything that makes you you, they don’t exist.

all that’s left is this burning desire to let him have his way with you for as long as he wants. thankfully, you have enough sense to not admit that out loud; who knows what kind smugness you’ll be subjected to if renji knew.

but you’re pretty damn transparent about it, he can tell from the way you can’t stop clenching your pussy around his cock, from how your pussy makes loud, lewd squelching noises — ones that he’ll commit to memory so he can revisit them from time to time.

tears roll down your cheeks and you sob as you hold onto the counter as best as you can, back arching, hips rocking against him with a neediness you never knew you had. there’s a tightening in your stomach and your pulse skyrocketing as a flash of white practically blinds you. he watches the way your pussy keeps swallowing the length of his cock, and you finally fall over the edge, orgasm suffocating you with its intensity.

your cunt flutters around him, gummy walls soft and hypnotic, an addiction he never thought he’d have; breathing heavily, his muscles tense and renji groans something that suspiciously sounds like your name. the thought alone makes your face burn and warms your chest in a way that doesn’t make sense. and when he finally cums, he humps into you, cum thick and hot as it spills inside your pussy, mixing with your slick wetness. a completely messy affair, but he doesn’t care — it’s not his bathroom, after all.

legs trembling, you’re limp and incapable of movement, whimpering and whining until he finally pulls out of you.

renji runs a hand down his face, feeling spent but more than satisfied. suddenly his shoulders aren’t so tight and tense, and his mood is much more tolerable. you do your best to stand but almost fall — your legs are useless, turned to jelly because of the man behind you. he chuckles at that, then clears his throat once he realizes. he fully expected there to be a moment of awkwardness after, but it never comes. when he sees your face — lips bruised and swollen, face flushed, eyes glazed with a faraway look — he feels compelled to kiss you again. so, he does. it’s not sweet, nor is it tender, but it still makes your heart swell all the same. he holds you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, doing your best to keep standing, even though your legs are ready to give out.

you don’t know exactly what any of this means, but you do understand him a bit better now. he’s terrible with expressing himself, but you kind of like that about him; and maybe this isn’t the healthiest relationship, but life was uncertain and you’d take renji fucking you like it’s his last day alive over him openly hating you any day.

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart XIV

Jaenara walk down the hall towards godswood when she heard her name being called, she stopped and turn to see her young uncle jogging down the way towards her.

"Hello, Daeron." She greeted with a smile.

"Hi," he greeted back with a flush face, "How are you today, jaenara."

"I'm good, I'm on my way towards godswood," The young prince looked nervously at her before requesting to join, "Of course, the more the merrier." She grins as they turn to walk side by side.

It didn't take long for daeron and jaenara to make it to godswood, they settle under the tree with pillows under them and relax under the shade. Jaenara was enjoying the silence and the company of her uncle, she needed to get out of her room, it was getting quite stuffing in there even through everyone she knew was doing there own thing. Aemond having his afternoon tea with his mother, Enith and Krey was doing their duties leaving Jaenara to be left with her own thoughts.

"Jaenara," Daeron called below her with his head on her lap.

"Hmmm." She repond with her eyes close and her head leaned back.

"Can I ask you a question?" He ask, jaenara let out a low a giggle going to say 'you already did' but decided on a simple sure, "Have you ever been to a brothel?" The question made jaenara open her eyes and look down at daeron, he stare at her with his bright curious eyes.

"Uhh, n-no, why do you ask." Daeron glance away with an unsure look before looking back at her.

"Aegon wishes to take me to silk street, he said now that I am ten and three, I must become a man." Jaenara raise her brow and sense anticipation from daeron.

"But," she coaxed.

"I don't know if I want to go," he replies low, "The maester says that I must wait until I am married to have sex, but aegon said that it is different for me because I am a man and man don't have to wait until marriage." Jaenara scoff and roll her eyes, of course aegon would say that, "But, Aegon said if I didn't go then I be label a craven and no lady would want to marry a coward." Jaenara shook her head at her uncle's nonsense.

"Daeron, first, don't listen to your brother, his an idiot and an drunk. Secondly, if you don't want your first time to be with a whore, that is fine." Daeron sit up and turn to her.

"Really?" Jaenara nodded, "But, how would I know what to do when I am married."

"Well, you can always ask your mother or your father." Daeron frown a bit.

"But, mother is always busy and father...well you know." He said sadly bowing his head, jaenara looks away sadly at his gloomy face.

"Well, you can always ask aemond or me, believe me, no lady with half a brain in court will think you a coward if you don't do it. I think they will find you rather more attractive." Daeron smile widely.

"You really think so."

"I know so, you should always have your first time with someone you really really love, it's a special thing, you shouldn't waste it on someone who already done it a millions times." Daeron and jaenara chuckle before daeron became quiet, jaenara watch him as he thinks to himself, she bump her knee into his own breaking him out of his thoughts, "What you thinking about?" She ask.

Daeron made a face before answering, "I think you are right, jaenara. I would rather wait and do it with a woman I love than some woman who I probably will never see again...thank you." He smiles making jaenara return the sentiment.

"I'm happy you took the high road, it means you two more steps away from being nothing like your brothers." Daeron chuckle with a half of grin, he was quick to wrap his arms around jaenara.

The young princess smile as she wrap her arms around the young boy, jaenara looks down at the boy and her heart flip as she imagine her soon to be son. If she wanted anyone her son to end up like it would be daeron and lucerys, their innocence are what always made her life a little bit brighter. She hope her son will grow up to have a gentle heart, their aren't a lot of men in their family that has that trait.

"Princess." Jaenara and Daeron pulled away to face Ser Krey, jaenara smile at the knight.

"Ser Krey," she greeted with a nod, ser krey gave a quick smile before it dissolve in a thin line, making jaenara look at him warily, "Is everything alright?" She ask.

Ser Krey looks angry but was trying to keep his cool in front of her, he clear his throat, moving to put his hand on his sword.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, m'lady. But, there was a terrible fire in fleabottom," Jaenara frowns feeling her heart sink into her stomach.

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹                           」

Aemond wall down the hall towards jaenara's chamber with a single flower in his hand, he pluck it when he was in the garden with his mother. The first thought that pop into his head when he saw it was jaenara, the flower was new to King Landing and most importantly it was beautiful, way beautiful than the other plants in the wide garden. He only hope jaenara would take it, he can start to see her come around to him, slowly but still it is great progress from both of their sides.

Aemond couldn't help a small smirk to form at the thought of jaenara, he has missed her terribly, his mother constant complaining about jaenara and her new attitude is making him grow tired. He  snapped at her the other day for calling jaenara out of her name, his mother looked shock before putting on her kick puppy expression, but he ignore it and continue on with their evening before departing back to jaenara and her small bump. Aemond felt a bit giddy at the way jaenara's belly is growing, soon enough he will be able to kill his boy kick, he must remind himself to bring up names for the babe with jaenara.

He had couple in mind that he knows jaenara would like, as aemond opened the door, his giddy feeling turn to confusion when he sees jaenara pacing the room with an angry look.

"Jaenara, what's wrong?" His wife stopped her movements to look at me, she clench her jaw before going back to pacing.

"Your grandfather is what's wrong." Aemond closed the door behind, and walk towards her with a slight frown.

"What happened." He asked.

Jaenara shook her head as she clench her fist, aemond look her over and notice the tear tracks down her face, he took another step closer. He stood in front of jaenara stopping her in her tracks, she looked at him with a hard glare, making him place his hand on her arm.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what is going on." Jaenara stare him not sure if she should tell, she doubt he cares, his father didn't what makes him different, "I thought we decided we talk more, if you keeping something from me then you going back on your word." Jaenara growl softly looking away from him.

"The orphanage in fleabottom burned down," she starts with a frown as her eyes got misty, aemond raise his brows in surprise, "And your grandfather refuse to help the children and septa livia, he won't even allow me to help rebuild their home." Jaenara says close to tears.

"Oh," Jaenara look back at him angry.

"Is that all you going to say?" She snap, aemond frown shrugging his shoulder.

"What else is there to say." Jaenara scoff turning her back to him to stalk to her bed, aemond followed before coming to a stop as jaenara took a seat on the edge of the bed, "Jaenara, I'm sorry, but I don't know what you want me to say." Jaenara only roll her eyes.

"Of course you don't because it doesn't matter to you." She chided crossing her arms, aemond frown hurt making him glance down at the flower before looking back at her.

"Do you know what cause the fire." Jaenara shrug her shoulders.

"Ser Krey hasn't found any leads yet." She mutter.

Aemond clench his jaw at the mention of the knight, he swallow down his chargin and spoke again.

"Well...I'm happy to hear that Ser Krey is looking into it, maybe I should send Ser Ashford to help him." He suggest, "And if you like I can talk to my grandfather or mother about it."

"You do that?" She ask with a flicker of hope, aemond smile and nod.

"Of course, even through I don't give half a rat ass about those criminals. But, for you I will help as best as I can." Jaenara eye aemond unsure before she slowly nodding her head.

"That would be great appreciated, husband." She marveled, "Thank you." Aemond smiled at her.

"Of course, wife." 

Aemond took a seat next to her and finally handed her the flower, jaenara glance at aemond before looking at the exotic flower, a small smile appear on her lips and another 'thank you' pass through her lips before she brought it to her nose to smell it. Aemond watch with a fast beating heart, as the way jaenara's demeanor slowly changed.

「                            ⊹₊♚₊⊹            」               "Aemond, slow down." Jaenara called as Aemond pull her along by her hand down the halls, "I can only go as fast as I can with my condition." She pout as her hand rested on her bump.

After weeks of waiting and small updates on the fire that took down the orphanage, Aemond finally got a lead and was now taking jaenara to the great hall.

"I'm sorry, my love. But, we must hurry before anyone knows that we in there."

Jaenara groan softly as she tries to keep up with Aemond, they rounded corner and hurried towards the door of the great hall. Aemond push the doors open with one hand as they other was still holding jaenara's hand, he pulled her inside to find ser Ashford and ser krey standing beside three others on their kneels, hands tied behind their back as they had their backs to them. Aemond pulled her along further inside catching Ser Ashford and Ser Krey attention, they bowed their heads as we rounded them to stand in front of the three men who looked to have been beaten.

Jaenara frown as she stare the three man beaten and broken, she glance away to look up at Aemond as he held a proud smile on his face.

"Who are these men, aemond." Aemond looked at his wife with a glint in his eye.

"The scum that burn down the orphanage." Jaenara looks away from her husband to the three men, she narrow her eyes at them before folding her hands on her belly.

"Why." She ask, the three men glance at each other before bowing their heads silence.

"The princess has asked you a question," Aemond snapped stomping over, he grabbed the one in the middle hair pulling it back so he could look at jaenara, "You will look at her and answer, filth." The older man grunts as aemond pulled at his hair roughly making the man whimper in pain.

"A-Apologies, y-your highness. Please forgive me." He snivelled looking at jaenara, aemond let's go of his hair roughly before moving to stand by his wife again.

Jaenara glance at Aemond once he stood by her side, his hands behind his back as he glare down at the three criminals, she looks away from him to look back at the men.

"Get them up." Jaenara comanded when she glance at the knights, Krey and Ashford nod before pulling the men to their feet, once standing jaenara ask again, "Why did you burn down the orphanage in fleabottom?" The man in the middle swallowed nervously before clearing his throat.

"We..were drunk my lady, we didn't mean to--" The man cut himself off as he lean forward in pain after Ser Ashford punch him in the stomach, jaenara frown and look at Ashford as he glare down at the man.

"Lie again and I will cut off something important." Ashford threaten making the man nod his quickly before letting out a deep breathe before he stood straight again.

Jaenara flick her eyes back to the man, "My boy, Mikel, he lived in that place for some time now since his mother died last spring," the man started again, "I been working very hard, my lady. To have enough coins to leave and start a better life with my son--" Jaenara flinch when Krey knock the man to his knees and kick him in his stomach.

"You are testing our patience, Tarik. Another lie that leave your foul mouth, I'm going to know knock every tooth out." Jaenara looks at Krey as he glare angrily down at the man, a familiar feeling stir in her making look away and squeeze her thighs.

A choke chuckle made jaenara turn her eyes back to the man on the ground, he lift his head to turn to look up at Krey with a bloody grin.

"Apologies." He state with a cold look, "I am so use to lying that it is hard for me to tell the truth." The man turn his head away before spitting down some blood onto the floor, jaenara take a step back in disgust. She watch the man get himself up on shaky legs, he waver a a bit but got is feet under him.

Jaenara looks up to his face to see him smiling, it was unnerving to say the less. She came here to get answers, she hoped that this was an accident and was willing to spare the individuals who did. But, she see that this was no accident and that these men did it on purpose.

"This will be my last time asking you this, if you lie to me again you can spend some time in the black cells to think on your predicament." She says, the man, Tarik, smile fall into a line, "Now, that I got your attention, are you ready to talk?" She ask, Tarik clench his jaw before nodding.

"I tell you what happened, if..." he starts with a small smile, "...you promise to rid me of my crimes." Jaenara raise her brows at the man's nerve.

"What of your..." she looks at the of there two, "...associates?" Tarik shrug his shoulders.

"What about them?" The two man stare at Tarik enrage.

"You bastard." One said glaring at the man beside him, Tarik only roll his eyes.

"So, do we have a deal, princess." Tarik smirk ignoring the other men, jaenara glance at aemond as he glare at the man before them before looking back at the man.

"Fine."

"Jaenara--" Krey started but she pulled up her hand stopping him, he frown and stayed silent, jaenara looks back at the man before nodding her head for him to go on.

"We burn down the orphanage." He finally admitted.

"Why." She ask, and Tarik shrug his shoulders.

"I needed my son out of there, I needed him to go into the family's business you see. My father and his father before him are what you called..." A small smirk form with a thoughtful look, "...a miracle worker, they made this special jar that could cure anything and all I wish to do is pass down my legacy to my only son." He said with a look that mocks sincereness

"More like a crook," Ashford spoke with distaste, "Cheating smallfolks and lords out of their money for your own gain." Tarik glance at Ashford with a look. 

"A man got to eat." He grins before looking back at jaenara, "We burn down the orphanage so he had no choice but to come with me on the road, that's it." Jaenara stare at him in disgust.

"You could have nearly killed him and the others." Tarik stare at Jaenara with an emotionless look, "How can you be so heartless?" She ask making Tarik bark out a laugh.

"Are you serious asking me that?" He chuckle, "Do you not see where I live, I did my son a favor burning down that place. That septa was teaching him things that him and those other little bastards will never learn in the real world. You know what my son told me when I came to reveieve him the day agyer the fire?" He shook his head with a smile, " He said he didn't want to go that he wanted to stay and become a knight..." Tarik laugh shaking his head, "He truely thinks that someone like him is going to a knight, I told him he be lucky to be a stable boy in the castle. They have no future. All of them are going to end up being whores or thief or murders one day, I just...wanted them to start now rather than later so they know where they are in this world, the bottom." He finish.

Jaenara looks away upset, the feeling in her chest was close to boiling over.

"So, can I go now." Tarik ask, making jaenara look back at him, "...me and my boy have a long road ahead of us, and I will like to leave by nightfall." He smirk 

Jaenara tilt her head at him, she look to her husband who look at her. She stare into his eye for a second before looking back at Tarik, a feeling she never felt before bloom in her chest.

"Of course." She said making Tarik smile, jaenara looks to Ser Ashford, "Ser Ashford, would you us the honor and escorting this man to the black cells." Tarik smile dropped as Ser Ashford rises.

"My pleasure, princess." Ashfrod grab the man's elbow, but Tarik pulled away.

"No, no, no, we had a deal." Tarik glare at Jaenara, making the young princess look at him confuse.

"Did we?" Tarik grits his teeth as jaenara look at aemond, "Did I make a deal with this man, husband?" She asked, making aemond smirk and glance at Tarik.

"Not to my knowledge, wife." Both stared at Tarik with smirks.

"Sorry, Tarik." Jaenara said with a pout on her smile, "But, I be happy to put in a good word with the king, so your sentences will be less severe." Tarik growl as he was pulled away by Ashord.

"What about us, m'lady." Jaenara looks back to the other two men.

"Yeah, what about us?"

Jaenara narrow her eyes at the two before looking at Ser Krey, "Take them to the cells in the upper level with the rest of the criminals." Ser Krey nod as he took both men by the arm, they thanked jaenara as they was pulled away following behind ser Ashford.

Once the doors closed behind them, jaenara turn to Aemond again.

"I want those two sent to the wall for their involvement in the fire." She said making Aemond nod his head before asking about Tarik, a glint passed through her eyes, "I want his head on a spike." Aemond smirks.

"I'll tell my grandfather."

Jaenara nod her head before glancing down, her hand rub her small belly with a frown making aemond furrow his brows.

"What's wrong, my love?" Jaenara looks up at Aemond with a small frown, "Aren't you happy, you got justice?" Jaenara frown deepen as her thoughts went to the children with no home.

"Yes, but...they are still without a home." She bow her head, "If they have no where to live than Tarik was right, they will soon go will found ways of living and be like the rest of the people in fleabottom. Soulless and broken." Aemond frown down at his jaenara, he hope that bringing Tarik here that jaenara will see the true face of fleabottom and stopped allowing those children to blind her with their innocence.

But, after what Tarik said about his son, aemond undstood a little bit on why jaenara cares so much. And seeing how much faith jaenara have in those children, and now seeing her so hopeless made aemond understand how much those children mean to her.

"Jaenara, look at me." Jaenara looks up at him with puffy eyes, "Tarik is nothing more than fleabortom dirt beneath our feet, they all are, but those children arent...." Jaenara blinks up at Aemond in shock not sure she heard him right, "They have futures and dreams like me and you, there is still time to save them from being like Tarik."

"But, how? Your grandfather and mother won't help. What can we do." Aemond frown a bit in thought.

"I can go to father about it," Aemond concludes, "He always says that smallfolk is what makes a kingdom, maybe if I explain what is happening he probably help." Jaenara frown.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Now a days, when I visit him his barely lucid." Jaenara claims, "And last thing I want is to go asking him for antthing, especially sinc there's a fat chance he might be uncaring like your mother and father." Aemond put his hand on jaenara's shoulder.

"We'll figure it out...together." He said making jaenara smile a bit in appreciation.

"Okay, husband."

Aemond smile back at her before moving his hand to he could wrap his around her waist. He pulled her along towards the door, they make their way out unknowingly to them they were being watch.