#they are so important to me i'm gonna chew my fingers off

[cronchy-baguette]

Why, Miss Elphaba--look at you. You're beautiful.

[shadowcitrine]

If you do That Again--

DarlyxReader 912 words

Warnings: Some language.

Timeline: Not important, season 1-ish

Summary: Daryl is tired of listening to you blowing hair out of your face.

Darly stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw tightening as he glared over his shoulder. “Do tha’ one more time…” His tone is low and threatening, clearly irritated, but there wasn't a reason for it. 

Passing on his left you asked, “What crawled up your ass and died, Dixon?” 

Daryl chewed on the words brewing behind his teeth and marched forward. Why he was pissed off this time was a mystery. Up until now every single one of his demands to be out here with him had been followed to the letter. You'd kept quiet, stayed right on his heels and avoided every single stick you two had come across for at least the last half mile, which for you was a considerable win.

If you'd known he was going to be such an ass you wouldn't have asked to come. With the way he's been acting all day it would have been better to be bored sitting back at camp than deal with the king of grumpy walking buddies. What was worse is his foul mood was starting to rub off on you. Blowing a puff of air upwards you followed the lock of hair flying out of your field of view.

Daryl stopped again this time spinning on his heel. Eyes hard and narrowed, jaw jutting forward he seemed to be sizing you up. The last thing you wanted on this hell hike was to argue but you could see it brewing, unsaid words threatening to burst forward.

“What now?!” You snapped. Quick soured jerks of his head made you feel uneasy, doubly so when his hand went to rest on his knife hilt. The group had warned you about his temper but you'd overlooked that because he was kind of cute when he frowned. 

“All damn day!” He sneered. When you furled your eyebrows in confusion he puffed out his cheeks puffing little breaths between pursed lips. “Fuckin’ sick a’ it!”

“Oh! I'm sorry that the apocalypse didn't come with a thirty pack of elastic hair ties! I can't help the fact that I need to see!”

Daryl shook his head again, fist clenching around the hilt of the blade as he began pulling it out. “Come ‘ere.” He was going to butcher your hair, hack it off just because he was having a shitty day!

“No!” taking a step back away from him you gaped. “I'm gonna let you cut off all my hair!” 

“Ain't cuttin’ your damn hair! Come ‘ere!” he hooked a finger at you. “Gonna stop this shit ‘fore you drive me outta my damn mind.” Daryl is many things but a liar isn't one of then. Taking a cautious step forward ge tucked the blade between his teeth and pulled some string from his pocket. “Tur’ roun’.” 

A tiny gasp left your lips a smile tugging at the corners. “Are you going to do my hair?”

He took the blade from his lips, not an ounce of joy to be read. “Turn ‘round ‘fore I change my mind and saw it off your thick head.” He shoved the string at you. “Hold tha’.” When you didn't move right away he tucked the blade back between his teeth and grabbed your shoulder to spin you around.

He was actually going to do this. No longer facing him you didn't try to tamp down the nerves making goose flesh spreading down your arms. Expecting rough movements for a quick ponytail you were confused when he started sectioning your hair gently freeing tangles from it as he went. 

“Ow!” a sharp pinch at your scalp made you wince.

“Sto’.” The fat syllable sounded wrong in his mouth but you obeyed. He was deft but through fingertips massaging away the sharp pulls of tangles. You hair pulled tight at the back of your head, his actions pulling it backwards causing a strain to keep it upright for a moment. He reached over your shoulder, fingers snapping when you didn't hand him the red piece of dyed twine right away.

Handing it to him you asked, “What did you do to it? Can I see?”

He reached around and used two fingers to guide your face forward again. “Gonna fuck it up if you keep movin’.” Knuckles brushed your upper back, accidental but welcomed and you closed your eyes pretending not to hear the sound of something small snapping. “There! No more listenin’ to you huffin’ and puffin’ all damn day.” He moved away.

“How does it look?” you reached behind touching it, feeling your way down. He'd braided it. There was no stopping the grin that broke out as you pulled the tail over your shoulder to inspect his work. He'd tied off the end tightly finishing the red string with a tiny little bow. “Daryl!” 

“Ain't perfect but it'll hold. Keep it outta your-”

“It's so cute!” Suddenly seeing your inspection wasn't as important as the trees around him. You stepped around him bending to try and catch his eyes. “You even did a bow!” you held the end out for him to see.

“Stop!” the tops of cheeks were pink and while you could pretend it was from the heat you knew that wasn't it.

He started marching away and you ran ahead to try to make him look. “You made it all girly!” you teased. His cheeks were getting redder by the second.

“Stop!”

“Daryl Dixon braided my hair!” you sang out.

“Shut up woman!”

[luveline]

can I pls pls pls get an other single dad Spencer I'm on my knees here jade baby! I would love a fic where they r dating and reader comes over and basically Amy is like ur his gf?? But I thought u were my best friend?! And she's upset and reader is just like babe I can be both! Obvs we r bffs! And then May be she asks Spencer if she can take amy out of ice cream or something just the girls

thank you for your request! fem, 1.4k

Peeling Amy’s grapes is a repetitive, calming task. You press your nail to the top of the grape where the stalk had been, carving away a sliver of the fruit as you pinch the skin and pull. It comes away in small, triangular pieces that you put in the bowl on your lap. 

You put the naked grape in Amy’s hand. They’re seedless, so all she has to do is chew. 

“Thank you,” she says, distracted by the TV. 

“You’re welcome.” You move to another grape. 

You’re sitting together on the couch in Spencer’s apartment. Spencer sits at the dining table across the way, writing a letter, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Bright afternoon sunlight ebbs in through the window behind the kitchen sink to kiss his arms and illuminate his workspace, a beam of it catching his arm, his fine hairs like strands of gold. 

“Spence?”

“Yeah?” 

“Are we still going to the library?” 

“Yeah…” His writing gets very fast. He finishes it off with a smile and a resounding period, picking the paper up and folding it in a clean half. “I can post my letter at the same time.” 

You watch him give his hair a vigorous scratching as he stands. “I’m gonna go get a sweater,” he says, making for his bedroom. 

You follow him until he’s gone. Amy hums, kid-talk for please pay attention to me. 

“Oh, sorry. Forgot your grapes.” 

“Why do you look at him like that?” 

You smile shyly. “Uh, like what?” 

Her brown eyes widen as her eyebrows pinch together. “I don’t know. You looked at him for a long time.” 

“I guess I like looking at him, ‘cos I really like him. You’re beautiful because of so many things, but your dad is part of the reason. He’s beautiful, so you’re beautiful.” 

She wrinkles her nose, but she’s smiling. “You really like him?” she whispers. 

“Of course I do,” you whisper back, “he’s my boyfriend.” 

Amy winces hard. “What?” she asks. 

She’s suddenly and emphatically incredulous. You take her hand, but she takes it right back and stands up on the couch. She gives you a weird look as she backs away, sitting heavily on the armrest. “He’s your boyfriend?” 

“Why do you think I’m always here these days?” 

You know you’ve said the complete wrong thing the moment it leaves your mouth. You’re honestly shocked she didn’t know; Amy is a very smart little girl, and you were under the impression she knew about you and her father being a couple. But she’s also just a little girl, with big feelings. 

“I thought you were here to see me,” she says softly. 

You push the bowl of grapes across the coffee table, remorseful. “Amy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I come here to see you, too, of course I do, I love spending time with you.” 

Her eyes fill with tears. She’s not a crocodile crier, at least not when you’re around. You know these to be the genuine deal, and that makes it much worse for you. 

“Babe, I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean it like that, I promise. I’m here to see you, too, it’s not just to see your dad.” 

“Because we’re best friends,” she says. 

“Of course we are.” You open your hands. “Of course.” 

She finally takes your hands, despite her tears. Her face has turned dark with a hot flush, embarrassment twisting her lips into an expression that turns your heart. 

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you whisper. “Can you forgive me? You’re so important to me, Amanda.” 

Spencer appears behind her looking like a deer caught in bright headlights. You ignore him, giving Amy’s fingers a rolling squeeze. 

“I thought we were best friends– and– and–” She sucks in a shaky breath as a fresh crest of tears fall. “I thought you were here to see me.” 

“I am here to see you.” 

You’ve done loads of things with Amy without Spencer’s involvement. If he sleeps in, you and Amy watch cartoons together in your pyjamas eating breakfast burritos. You’ve babysat her on short notice, you had her for a sleepover once so he could give a talk in Michigan. You and Amy do tons of things without her father, like eating peeled grapes, and jigsaw puzzles while he reads, and girl talk. You cuddle. 

Poor girl. 

“Amy, I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“So much!” You wipe the tears from her chin. 

“I didn’t know that– that dad was your boyfriend,” she says bashfully. 

“Me and your dad started as best friends, that’s why. He’s my second bestest friend ever.” 

“Who’s number one?” she asks. 

You poke her chest gently. “Who do you think?” 

She nods and looks down. She wipes her cheeks, and that’s what upsets you the most in the whole ordeal. Her hands look small and uncoordinated. 

“You okay, angel?” Spencer asks, coming up from behind to hug her. 

“Sorry,” she says. 

“It’s okay. Crying is okay,” he murmurs. “What happened?” 

“I didn’t know you were boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew,” Spencer says, giving her arm a soft up and down, “when I told you we were dating I should’ve been more clear about what that means. I’m very sorry we confused you.” 

“It’s good!” she says, sniffling, pressing a little sob into Spencer’s chest. 

You bite your cheek. You really hadn’t meant to do this to her, just she’s as empathetic as her father. She’s a bubbling mess against him. 

You look at Spencer. It’s your fault, you misspoke, and you’re asking him to save you as a kindness. 

“What’s making you cry, sweetheart?” he whispers, pulling her right into his chest. 

“I just wanted to be her best friend.” 

“You are,” he whispers, nose against her temple, “I might be her boyfriend, but you think she likes me so much she’s here every single weekend? No way. She sees me every day at work, she doesn’t need to come over if all she wants to do is see me. But you know who she doesn’t see at work?” 

“Me…” 

“Exactly. She comes here every weekend to be with you, so we can all be together. Okay?” 

“Okay,” she says, taking in another shaky breath. 

“Are you crying because you’re still upset, or because it’s just a feeling?” he asks softly, slowly. “It’s okay if you’re still sad, but maybe we need to have some water?” 

“Okay,” she says, stretching it into one big cry. 

“Could I give you a hug?” you ask. You’re lost. 

She nods. Spencer says, “Okay, you guys hug and I’ll go get my Amy a glass of water.” 

You fold Amy into an embrace carefully. She’s heavy with her upset but she wants the hug, her arms at your sides as she rubs her nose against your shoulder. “Amy,” You say, taking a pause to brush her hair from her warm neck, “I’m sorry, angel. I really am. I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

She sounds just like her dad as she replies. “I didn’t mean to cry.” 

“Well, that’s okay! If I thought you didn’t want to be my friend either I would be just as upset.” 

“You would?” 

“Amy, do you know how much I love seeing you? I would sit here and watch TV and peel grapes with you every day of the week, I’d love to…” You hope Spencer won’t mind what you’re about to suggest. “In fact, maybe you and I need to do more things together, what do you think? When was the last time we went to Penny’s Ice Cream Parlour?” 

She looks up at you with love and apt suspicion. “You just want me to feel better.” 

“Of course I do. I should be allowed to take my favourite girl for ice cream, right?” 

Spencer hesitates in the kitchen with the fairy glass half full. You’re stroking Amy’s hair away from her neck, so sorry, and so lovely. He couldn’t want anything more in life than Amy, but if he got to choose, he would love to have you, and to have you treat her as you are now, nothing but affection in your touch as you soothe her overstimulation. “We can go alone?” Amy asks. 

“Sure, bubby, we can go just you and me. Banana splits?” 

Spencer loves her, but he loves ice cream, too. “Wait, why can’t I come?”

[xoxochb]

Hi! how are you? I hope well. I'm super stressed studying for college finals, and your Percy stories help me with all the stress. Do you think you could do, if you want of course, a Percy Jackson x daughter of Zeus? where she is stressed with college and he helps her? something nice and softhave a nice and sunny day!!

— high achiever ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: none! pairing: percy jackson x daughter of zeus a/n: I wrote this kinda quick I’m sorry I was in a rush trying to finish this and study myself 😭

ambition was a strong personality trait consisting with children of zeus. you got this strongly— the desire to achieve high academic goals, nearly impossibly goals sometimes. and yes, studying was fun, but studying was additionally stressful. and in these times of stress you were lucky to have your boyfriend sit beside you.

“you’re gonna overwork yourself, sweet girl.”

“I know— I know, but I really need to finish this.”

percy sighs. “did you realize you’ve drank four cups of coffee in the last hour? and you’ve chewed half your pencil off?”

“shit—” for a moment you take your eyes off your notebook and look at your desk where two separate mugs sit, completely empty. then you look at your pencil that has tiny teeth marks on it. you frown. “just give me five more minutes, kay? then I’m all yours.”

“what does five minutes mean to you? another half an hour? because that’s what you said thirty minutes ago.”

“I know,” gods, why are you going to cry? you weren’t the one being ignored so percy could study. “but I really need to finish— I can’t fail my finals of everything.”

“and I get that, angel,” percy takes a few strands of your messy around his fingers, attempting to calm you down. “but relaxing is just as important as your studying is. you need an equal balance.”

he gently takes the pencil from your hand and places it down on your notebook, then takes your face between his hands, kissing your forehead lightly.

“just let me take care of you, alright?”

you want to fight this— to tell him no and that you need more studying time. on the other hand, you know he’s not going to give up until he’s got you calmed down from your over-stressed state of mind. you sigh and nod your head obediently. percy smiles and pecks your forehead again, beginning to close your books shut. he takes them all between his arms and walks to your desk, placing them into a neat pile atop it.

he walks back over to your bed where you sit, outstretching his hand and ushering you to take it. which you do— because who would you be to say no? he drags you to your dresser, picking out comfortable clothes for you to sleep in (which consist of a pair of shorts and one of his shirts you had stole).

“you know… I can do this myself, perce.”

“I know,” he smiles, beginning to discard of your day clothes and exchange them for the new ones. “but I like to help.”

again, you can’t find it in yourself to fight him. you let him place on your new clothes and then drag you back to your bed. he instructs you to lay down as he walks to your desk and blows out your candle (this is one of the only times you’ve seen him so responsible) and shutting off your lamp before at last re-joining you on your bed.

“c’mere, sweet girl.” he beckons you into his arms. without a second thought you allow yourself to be wrapped around him, and his hand rubbing comfortably over your back. “go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“are you sure?”

“you know what? now that you say it, I’m not too sure…”

you perk your head up from his neck skeptically, squinting your eyes at him. he only gives you a boyish smirk in return.

“saw this nightclub down the street, might head there for a while. y’know, get drunk, hook up with a few girls…”

“shut up,” you laugh. he makes a zipper motion over his mouth, throwing the invisible key somewhere in your room. “you’re an idiot.”

“I like to think that I’m your idiot.”

“proving my point… what happened to your zipper? did it break?”

“guess so. but only so I could do this,” he pecks your lips. “and so I can scold you about sleeping.”

“my eyes are closed, kay?” you return your head to his neck with closed eyes.

“great, now try shutting off that brain of yours.” he taps the top of your head twice. like magic, you feel a sudden drowsiness wash over you. in response to his asking, you hum quietly.

“‘s off.”

“now zip your lips and sleep.”

“kiss ‘em first. please?”

he doesn’t say no to that, happily giving you what you ask for. and you hold up your end of the deal too.

[minimomoe]

Believe Me

another song association. this time No One Noticed by The Marias

Toji stood on your front porch with heavy steps. From the looks of it, the house was completely quiet with all the windows devoid of light. It should be, given that it was 1 in the morning. He winced when he checked the time on his phone. You were going chew him out for this. You had every right to. He promised to come home earlier, even went as far as telling you to get all dolled up so that he could take you out and your eyes glittered at the instructions. There was no way you wouldn't be pissed off by his change of plans.

Toji fitted his copy of the key that you gave him into the locks quietly turned the handles. He toed off his shoes and silently padded through the house in search of you. What he didn't expect was for you to be sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around your body, scrolling through your phone with disdain.

"Fucking hell," he started. You had startled the large man. Not enough to make him jump out of his skin but he was sure you'd be sleeping by now. You were usually knocked out once the clock hit 10pm.

"Look who finally decided to show up," you muttered. You didn't even spare him a glance. Swipe, swipe, swipe is all you did with your fingers. Toji carefully treaded to where you sat at. His feet touched something on the ground, and when his eyes adjusted he the black heels that he loved to see decorating your feet on the floor. You were going to wear them out tonight.

"Is your phone broken?"

Toji should answer carefully. If he lied it wouldn't help him, but if he told the truth it would only make you more upset. He got down on one knee, resting his hand on your blanket covered thigh in hopes of warming up to you but you shrugged him off. He sighed.

"No. It isn't."

You sniffled, refusing to look at him. "Right. You told me to get ready, then didn't answer your phone for hours, just to show up here at the dead of night. I went through all seven stages of grief for nothing. Thanks."

"Something came up."

"Something came up," you echoed. Even with the faint glow of your phone illuminating your face, Toji could see the tears start to well up in your lashes. "Must've been important."

Silence stretched for miles between the two of you. Toji could see your walls building up, shutting him out, and he felt a tinge of panic in his chest. He knew he put you through a lot, but that's part of the reason why he loved you. He felt like you understood him better than others. You didn't pry, you didn't have some unrealistic expectation of him; you took him as he was. You loved him. But it seems like even you had your limits.

"Listen, I--"

"Don't worry about it, Toji," you sighed. You swung your legs out from under you and stood up from the couch. The blanket pooled around your feet on the floor, revealing a new dress he hasn't seen before. It was beautiful, hugging your curves and showed off the top of your cleavage. Toji mentally kicked himself once again. "It was my fault, really. I got excited. Too excited. I know how unpredictable your schedule is. I should've expected it."

You sounded defeated. You wanted to walk past him but Toji wouldn't let you. He latched onto your wrist, silently begging you not to go.

"I'm really tired, Toji. So fucking tired," you whispered.

Toji took your by the waist, pulling you closer to his body and you tried to protest. You stiffened your hands on his biceps, wanting to keep the space between your bodies but he wouldn't let you. Toji couldn't afford to give you space right now. Not when you sounded like you wanted to pull away from everything.

"I'm gonna make it up to you," he promised. As if his promises were any good. Your gaze was elsewhere- to the side of him, on the floor, past his head. Anywhere but his eyes.

"I should've called you." His lips found your cheek, kissing away the single tear that trailed down your skin. His hands snaked tighter around your frame, encasing you, trapping you in his affection.

"I' fucked up, okay? Look at me." Consoling you for a mistake he made was hard enough. The sincerity and vulnerability that came with being in a relationship is something that Toji had to dig deep to find. It was hundreds of feet below his tough exterior that he has meticulously built and hardened over the years, but he would chip it away to give you his heart. If you were still willing to put up with all of his bullshit.

"Look at me," he said again. Ordering you to... pleading for you to. When you spare him a glance he felt his chest open up. Your lashes clumped together in spikes as you blinked up at him with a look stained with apprehension.

"You think I'm easy," you muttered.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," he said. Toji cupped your chin and tilted your head up. You resisted it stubbornly at first, but he would stay there for as long as it took. When you tipped your head up to him, he kissed the corner of his mouth with all the softness he could muster up. So tenderly he wasn't even sure he touched your skin but you sighed. The tension in your body melted ever so slightly.

"What do I gotta do to make it up to you?" Another kiss on the other side of your mouth. Firmer, needier. He resisted the urge to take your lips fully, but even the corner of your mouth made him ache for you.

You stopped pushing him away. That was a good sign. There was a chance. "I don't know," you mumbled. "I don't know."

"Come on, ma. Tell me what you want."

You looked like you were deciding just how serious Toji was this time. He didn't deserve your patience but you gave it to him anyways. "I want to spend time with you, Toji. And I don't always want it to be after the sunsets but before the sun rises. It's like I'm in a relationship with a ghost. You're holding me now but then you'll leave without a trace." You avereted your eyes. Toji was plunged back in darkness. "I'm getting tired of it all."

"You want me to leave?"

It was unfair of him to push it back on you, he knew that, but he has never played fair in his life. Toji would do whatever you wanted him to... as long as you didn't really want him to leave you. He doesn't think he could at this point. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath until you spoke again.

"No. No I don't," you said quietly. You bit your bottom lip and nestled your cheek into his hand. "I miss you so fucking much but you're just gonna do this shit again."

"I'll work something out," he whispered on your lips. You still wanted him. He was selfish, he was greedy, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You moaned, clutching the fabric on his chest as you got swept up in his advances. You had on that lip gloss that he always found amusing, the one that left his lips cool and tingling. He drank you in, leaving no way for you to shy away. He needed you, and for reasons he couldn't understand, you still wanted him too.

"Give me another chance, yeah? You won't regret it."

You had no reason to believe him. You should've kicked him out the second you had the strength to, but you were weak to his advances. Toji knew that, and he used it to his benefit. He kissed your jaw, neck and shoulder. You were obsessed with each other leaving was never going to be easy.

"One last chance."

"That's all I'm asking for."

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[melodic-haze]

I have kind of Ruan Mei brainrot rn… imagine Ruan Mei running a test on you but reader is a girl w penis I hope you know what you mean and well, the reader gets hard from the little touches Ruan Mei gives… okie I’m leaving the rest of the job for you 🫡

-🐿️

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Ruan Mei x dom!gp!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Fem reader with a dick ☺️, consensual use of aphrodisiacs, semi-public sex

☆ — NOTES: Oh my god a post?!?!? From ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Anyway may this bless my rolls please HALLELUJAH

So really it probably would've started off as 🤷‍♀️ a favour 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ yk, just some harmless (lied) tests she wanted to do and you just happened to be in the right (wrong) place at the right (wrong) time. She wanted to test how one would react to certain stimuli, especially when it comes to more........"medicated" states

For the sake of my peace of mind you've probably both already talked about it before in the past anyway at one point, with her getting curious about chemicals and what it could do to one's libido ever since she started dating you 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ though she doesn't necessarily say when she'd ever do it lol

"Y/N, there you are."

You hear familiar heels click amidst the station floor, the sound now distinct enough to separate from all the ambience in the Station—the pace was languid yet decisive, soft yet forceful.. and so very her.

"Ruan Mei," you tore your gaze from the vast sea of stars to smile at her, "you need something?"

She shakes her head, stepping into place right next to you, "No, I do not. I simply thought to.. find you, is all."

"Taking a break from your research just to see me? Wow, did Herta do something or..?"

"No, she hasn't. Though I do admit that I had an ulterior motive for my actions," she says before holding out a small plate that you hadn't realised were there until now. "I had a new recipe I wanted you to try."

You picked one of the two lotus cakes up to inspect it in all its golden brown glory, "Trying to change up your recipes? They're already good enough, though."

"I had a new ingredient or two that I wanted to try using for such delicacies. It makes for a nice experiment."

"That so?" You raise it to your mouth, "Well, I trust that whatever you make is--"

Wait.

"--did you say 'experiment'?"

"Yes, I did. Why do you ask?"

You lightly furrowed your eyebrows in suspicion as you lowered the pastry from your lips, "Ruan Mei."

"Hm?"

"..I'm not going to ask what, exactly, you used. But could you at least tell me if this is gonna hurt me one way or another? Maybe have another moment of 'unexplained' amnesia?"

The scientist shook her head, though her expression doesn't slip from that ever-so-present mask of indifference, "I made sure that the effects don't harm you in any way."

"So there are side-effects to this."

"I never had the intention of lying to you."

"I love you, I really do, but you're very evasive with very important details like that."

"Because you simply don't ask."

"Yeah, well, I'm not your labrat," you say as you take a bite of the pastry anyway, "I'm your girlfriend. ..Though whatever you put in this, it's really sweet. Could you maybe make a drug-free version of whatever this is?"

The smallest of smiles graced her lips as you chewed and savoured her creation, and you just can't help but melt on the inside at the sight as she swipes off some stray crumbs from the corner of your lips with a thumb. She licks said crumbs off her digit (and your eyes widened the slightest bit) before responding, "I'll be sure to look for such an alternative."

"You better. You know I like whatever you create."

"I do."

"Even if it involves getting spiked for your own curiosity."

She leans in to press a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I appreciate the constant indulgence. Truly."

And as she ghosts her fingers down your arm before they snake over to hold your hand, you can't help but notice that you're just a touch bit more sensitive than you were a few moments ago.

Or maybe it's because it was your lover doing the touching.

Yeah. Maybe that's it.

...

"Hey, babe."

"Hm?"

"Why did you make two of them? Usually it'd only take one for it to hit me."

"In case we need another one."

"..Uh huh."

She doesn't just leave you, which is a wonder but also kinda not? Cuz she's observing you, not because she's affectionate 🤷‍♀️ sorry gangalicious she needs her baby steps towards understanding love in her own way 🫶🫶🫶 personally I'd be patient with her always (she's so me)

So the both of you are just chatting about whatever, like she asks you about how your day's been and then you ask her about how hers was. With you, while still a bit cryptic, she's much more of an open book to you than to anyone else, so you can just freely ask her whatever as you both take a stroll around Herta's Space Station and enjoy each other's company (I'd ask about the cats personally they're my babies :()

But then you start getting a bit......feverish, let's say. Just a tad bit hot under the collar 😊😊 which gets you to wonder like. Did Herta turn up the heat??? Like it was fine before, and why would she ever even need to mess with the temp settings when all that's here are her dolls?????? And why didn't your beloved seem unaffected??????¿????????

It's when she starts to give you touches here and there—her 'casual' handholding, naturally drifting close to you, clinging onto your arm—and noticing details you'd never have ever thought about in usual times that you think that Perhaps There Is Something Going On Here. And THEN you realise What Exactly Is Wrong when you feel that tension (and tent) centred at the bottom half of your body 😜

She's WELL-AWARE of it too, with the way her eyes drift down and her free hand going from resting on your stomach to moving to your lower abdomen.......before stopping 🫶 which gets on your Nerves to the point where all caution's thrown in the wind, your mind nothing more than a lustful haze (lol) and your only priority being to beat this heat......and your meat too, but really that's kinda obvious

It's as if she knew too!!! The moment you find some empty spare room, propriety be damned, she locks you both in IMMEDIATELY before putting the small dish to the table on the side (and you could've sworn you heard her breathe out "finally", though your braincells lost their way amongst the stars or something so you didn't know OR care) and walking back to you. At least until, yk, you grip the fabric of her clothes and slam her to the wall before THEN slamming your lips to hers 🤷‍♀️

She's surprised at your brazen forcefulness at first (who the heck wouldn't be ngl even you'd be surprised somewhere in your basically melted brain) but then she immediately relaxes. Hell, maybe there were remnants of whatever chemicals she put into the cake and she's having a taste for herself, bc she gets more daring by the second as her hands roam around your body and squeeze at your tits and her nails cling onto your biceps as she pulls you in deeper

Coincinentally just like how her nails dig deep into your back as you plow into her senselessly 😄 technique be DAMNED man bouta call yourself a carnivore bc GOD you're hungry for that meat HAHAHAHA (if not you then me I'm hungry for her thanks)

You could just barely register your lover's whines and pleas for you to slow down, but you couldn't care less as you hammered your length into her hot cunt over and over again.

And really, why would you slow down? This is what she wanted, isn't it? Having you fuck her like some simple-minded animal in heat with your only instinct being to fill your lovely little scientist up with your cum until its dripping out of her abused hole... This was her end-goal, so who was she to tell you to slow down?

It was better to lose yourselves in the moment.

..Even when you could hear quiet murmurs on the other side of the door. You could just barely make out what the voices are discussing—they had wondered why there were faint sounds of impact beyond the walls.

You've never seen Ruan Mei in such a state of panic before, with her eyes widening in concern as she pushes through her breathless state and keeps telling you to "stop" and that "it's too much" and "they'll hear of our experiment" (is that what we're calling it now?). Unfortunately for her, however, such words fall on deaf ears; especially when her body language says otherwise, with her limbs refusing to let go of you and her left heel dropping to the floor with a clack that is easily drowned out by the sounds of your explicit duet.

"W-We need to be qui-- mmnf..!"

One of your hands had reached out to the remaining cake before stuffing it in your lover's mouth, "If you wanna be.. ahhh.. quiet so-- ffffucking badly, then have something to c-chew on-- ohmygods, A-Ruan, you feel so good..!"

Her hips buck up in response to you using her true name, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she lets out a particularly loud yet muffled moan. You actually slow down this time, though you make up for the speed by plunging in as deep as you can as she eats her own creation—even you were able to recognise that her choking on something other than your dick would be one hell of a bad idea, and whatever effects that cake had on you was going to hit her rather quickly anyway.

You don't help the rising heat beneath you either, even when you've slowed down; your head bends down to play with her soft tits, tongue licking and mouth sucking as if something was going to ever miraculously come from it. You are a woman-- no, a bitch starved.

And from the feel of your partner's desperate grinding movements on your hard cock, from the looks of your pretty little scientist's pupils being blown, from the fact that her, from the fact that you've managed to reduce your Genius' brain to some sort of needy mush—the same state that you're in—you're pretty sure that she is the same state as you are right now.

Really, who cares about the people outside?

Let them know of your shared depravity with each other.

It stands to reason that neither of you finish for. A long time. Who knew that sharing the effects of two potently-crafted aphrodisiacs would make you two fuck like rabbits? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ you're there for HOURS, doing whatever you two can manage to do—every position, whatever kinks you two have managed to discover yourselves (plus some new ones you hadn't even realised you were interested in until now, go figure)......hell, even when you sit there to catch your breath, you're still inside her 😭

You Are both at least Slightly aware that you're making a huge mess and you're probably gonna be so fucked AND fucked out by like idk tomorrow. Did you have the capacity to care? No not really, but Herta's possible wrath about dirtying up her Station like this was more than enough to have you both think that MAYBE you should take this to one of yous' quarters (though really it's a 50/50 but either way she'll still ridicule you somehow tbh)

So she cleans you up, crouching down and shamelessly sucks you off like a cheap whore—her enthusiasm and fervency is a CLEAR contrast to her usual lethargy and stoicism. Your shared cum drips to the floor as she did so, though not for long when she stands up and puts her panties back in place. Are they ruined to all hell???? Well yes but she won't really need it at your place so it's not like it matters

Once you've got yourself and the room cleaned up (that's a stretch I'm ngl but you get ⭐️ a gold star for trying), you quickly leave as soon as possible. It's both bc neither of you are far from done with your 'experiment' AND bc you two are such messes. Like you could be a mess on the daily, who knows, but Ruan Mei NEVER has a hair out of place and now she looks So Very Dishevelled My God

But again, none of that matters once you both get into your room and continue for round........who knows

But after you both inevitably end up passing out and the effects wear off? Lol she wasn't joking about how it won't do anything negative to you—the both of you remember precisely Everything you've done

"So."

"Mm?"

"At the end of the day," you spoke, voice raspy from the sleep and the overexhertion from the day before, "what was that research even for?"

She snuggles into your embrace—a rare moment of tenderness between the two of you—as she thinks on her words, "..Sexual potential?"

"..Could you elaborate?"

"..Not right now, my apologies," her voice is in the same state as yours, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"I figured."

Whatever research it was, it turned out to be Very Good Research 🫶

It also helps that she kept the recipe AND found a non-drugged alternative. Win win!!!!!

[riofann]

10. tempestuous

Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Monday July 4, 2022

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Yea what's up?” you turn to face your sisters 

Gia asks “You okay?” 

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?!” You ask frustrated 

“Well because I just had to call you like 10 times to get you to respond” 

“I’m sorry Gia just thinking about work” 

“GOD! are they still texting you” 

“Yeaaaa” you say in a ‘duh’ tone

“Then your managers suck that's why you have managers to manage not text you all the time give me that!” she says snatching the phone from you

You reach for the phone “Hey! I need that!” 

“No! Alicia back me up!” she commands before  throwing the phone to her

“ALICIA!” you plead

Alicia moves away from you “I’m sorry sissy but sis is right”

You throw your hands up “Oh my god! You guys are killing me” 

“Look at you!” Gia points at you “you’re killing yourself.” 

You shake your head and sit down on the couch

“When's the last time you treated yourself or went on a date?” 

“Not this again” you say, this has been a recurring topic of conversation 

“No seriously when's the last time you were told you were beautiful” 

You roll your eyes “A lot of my customers tell me that daily” 

“Not your customers, your boyfriend! your man!” Alicia asks 

Gia approaches you “Listen when is the last time you got some really good dick?” 

You feel your palms sweating, “Gia really is that important?” 

“YES IT IS! we have needs too just like guys” Alicia interjects 

“Alicia! I can’t hear this!” you say covering your ears 

“No you’re gonna listen”  Gia says laying on you. “We are worried about you, and you're overworking. It was bad with one bar but now two?!”

Alicia jumps on top making you both groan “and you’ve canceled on us like 50 times!” 

“That's an exaggeration”

“Okay not 50 but every time its like I can’t ‘I'm working I cant gotta run to the bar’ ”

“I'm a busy woman!” 

“We know we also know you won’t make time for things unless someone forces you to ! You’re working too hard!”

You sigh “I promise to do better”

“We want a boyfriend for Christmas if you dont we are gonna snitch on you”  

“Nooo dont tell mom and dad” 

“Well I guess you better get to doing other shit besides working”

You groan and finally get the strength to push them off you 

“Its because we love you” Alicia hugs you 

“Yea I know” you say begrudgingly but hugging her back 

As you drive home that evening you think of the dream  you had recently. You and Rio were in his office arguing over something stupid you can’t even remember the details. Next thing you knew he was kissing you, shoving you back against the wall, and you were kissing him back! It was sloppy, not quite coordinated like it would be in real life, he was groping the same areas, some scenes kept replaying over and over, others were so vivid you could smell his cologne, taste the spearmint gum he chewed occasionally, the fabric of his shirt against your fingers. It ended when he reached up your skirt to yank down your panties, and just as you felt his calloused fingers graze up your thighs your alarm went off. Saved by the alarm! You would have liked for it to continue, because that would be the only way you were getting any. When you go to take a shower you feel the wetness between your thighs. Anyway the conclusion that you came to was you thought there was too much proximity to him and you were horny so your mind conjured him up nothing more, nothing else. 

Saturday August 13, 2022

“It's hot!” you complain as you approached Rio, once again at the country club 

“Its summer” he states the obvious 

“Yup anyway here you go” you stated dropping the bag on the floor. You changed tactics you were either dropping it on the floor/table or in his hand now by holding it with both hands on the straps instead

He shoves the bag to the side next to his duffle “It’s getting cooler though it was burning at 3” he adds 

“You’ve been here since 3? (it was 6:30 in the evening)” 

He nods “had a couple of meetings”

You nod feeling the awkward tension “want anything else or can I go?” 

He smiles, looks at the tennis court then back at you “Not gonna take me up on my offer?” 

“Offer? What offer?” You think to yourself “Oh tennis? I can't” pointing to your attire dress and heels 

He nods “I know you don’t have to work at either place so what's holding you back?” 

“Actually, stalker, I have to be at Oasis tonight so I need to get going” 

He chuckles at your stalker comment before arguing “James said he had it covered” 

“Well James is your hire and he doesn’t ‘have it covered’ because” you show the text message James sent you begging you to go in because the Andersons were gonna stop by with some friends  and only you knew how to make them happy. “I have to go in” 

He sighs with slight irritation “he should be able to manage” feeling like you were just making up an excuse 

You smile at him “He is your hire” you reiterate bringing back the memory of you telling Rio he may not be the best manager but Rio insisting 

“Let him take care of it” he argues 

“Can’t Andersons are big customers spend close to 2 grand or more every time they stop by I gotta go” you turn to walk away

“How is he gonna learn?” he continues 

You shrug and open your hands “You should have asked yourself this before you asserted his position at Oasis!”

He scoffs looking around 

“Oh look at you two! How cute! Again!” 

You both turn to face the older woman and both give her an awkward smile there's a brief moment of silence before Rio asks “Hey I’m sorry do we know you?” 

“Well I saw you two at the launch of Oasis” 

Your mind immediately remembers her “Oh how nice to see you again! Have you been back? I’m sorry if I haven’t recognized you” 

“Oh I have but you're always at the other bar Cure?” You nod “I haven't been but my husband and I plan to stop by with friends”

You give a small pout “I’m sorry I keep missing you”

She waves you away jokingly “Oh it's alright the place is still great, drinks are just the way I like them strong” You giggle “and you know staff is perfect life is still merry!” 

“That's good!” you smile 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt I just thought I would come say ‘Hi’ my name is Edith by the way” she extends her hand 

“Edith nice to meet you I’m Y/N and that's..” 

She answers “Christopher he’s in the Tennis tournament this year saw your profile” she winks 

Rio smiles

You look at your watch. “I have to go, or the manager is gonna be calling me nonstop. It was nice meeting you again Edith and next time you're there have them reach out to me I’ll stop by” 

“Okay see you later young lady” 

You don’t even think to say bye to Rio just wanting to get out of there as soon as possible 

“Boy you must have made her mad!” Edith jokes 

He laughs “something like that”

“That's alright, nothing a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, and a big kiss can’t fix! Always does the job!” She advices

He nods and looks at the older woman Edith looks at the tennis court then back to Rio “You up for another round?”  she asks

He shrugs “sure why not?”

“Good because I'm gonna smoke ya!” 

He takes a sip of his water “I owe you a round of drinks at Oasis if you do”

“Oooh more motivation!!” 

Thursday September 8, 2022

As things slowed down and the staff began closing down at Oasis you went into the office to grab your purse and go home for the night, a vow you recently made to not work past midnight. You hear footsteps walking in after you. You look back to see James standing there 

“Oh James!”, you smile at him even though he annoyed the shit out of you tonight i was just grabbing my bag

“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you?” 

“Yea what's up? Today was a hit right? Made a lot.”

“Yea I didn’t want to talk about that” he walks closer “I wanted to talk about you and me”

“Excuse me? I don’t follow” 

“Sorry came on too strong but I have to say it”

“Please don't” 

“You’re really beautiful and you’re an amazing woman”

“James Seriously”

“I know you’re not dating anyone why won’t you give me a chance” he says reaching to touch your cheek 

You jerked back “OH!”  You are shocked that he touched you “Don’t do that!” 

“I like you”

You roll your eyes “I know you do and I told you I’m just not interested right now it's not you its me”

“Why won't you let yourself be loved?” he asks reaching for your 

“James” you warn

He retracts “Seriously I can take care of you, make you feel good, make you feel loved

“I’m just not interested end of discussion”

“I can take care of you, you don’t have to work anymore”

“Well no that's...” 

He cuts you off “Come on” he says stepping closer to you and blocking you in as you push up against the desk “I think you’ve had a lot to drink, we’ll discuss that later but right now I need you to back the fuck up”

“Don’t be scared just let it happen” he whispers 

“James, if you don’t back up, I will shoot you.”  You declare in a flat tone 

He sucks his teeth “you wouldn’t do such a thing to me baby” he says inching closer  as you lean back placing your finger on the trigger 

“You better listen to her” You both hear from the doorway James head snaps to see Rio leaning against the door way “She will shoot you” 

James harshly mugs Rio, “cock blocker” he mumbles 

You’ve never been so grateful to see Rio “I’m going home good night!” you say moving away and walking past James 

“Text me when you get home” James says trying to stake his claim to you

“Good night James!” You say forcefully you’ve never texted him he was either really drunk today or really bold or both

“What the fuck was that about?” James asks stomping up to Rio. “I called first dibs, you knew this, You know I like her!” Rio squares up as James reaches him “you fucking up my spot now?” 

“Take your drunk ass home James before you do something that gets your ass in some shit you'll regret” Rio speaks unwavering 

“Oh you big man now?! You gonna make me regret it?!” Rio doesn't say anything he holds eye contact with him refusing to back down “Fuck you man no ones fucking scared of you!”  They both have a stare down contest before Rio snickers to himself and walks away. He had other things to do he didn't drop by for James 

“Y/N!”  you hear Rio’s voice calling to you as you speed walk to your car

“WHAT?!”  You snapped, spinning around as he was walking towards you. 2 strides and this man caught up to you. Lanky bastard “I am not working with him!” You announce “Did you see that bullshit I had my hand on my gun! I was getting ready to shoot him!”

He waves away your concerns “Don't worry about it Ima take care of it”

“By doing what “talking” to him?” 

He looks you in the eye “What’d I just say?” he responds 

You look up and rub the back of your neck. The migraine was returning  “Why are you here? What do you want?” your feet were hurting your and adrenaline was high 

“Need to talk to you” 

“About?”

“Need a favor”

You roll your eyes again “Favor before apology wow” you mutter 

“What was that?” He asks not fully catching what you said but knowing you made a smart comment 

You smile at him “What is it boss? How can I be at your disposal?” you ask sarcastically 

He drags his tongue on his lips taming the irritation from your sarcastic tone and comment “Got a gala night coming up at the country club need a date”

You scoff and roll your eyes  “Do you really need one? Just take one of the many women around you”

He smirks “Jealous?” he teases

“No! But why the hell do you want me? Don’t you have cousins, aunties or I don’t know?! Lady friends you can take?” He nods “I do but you fit the bill plus how do you want me to tell Edith we broke up?” Your eyes bulge “Did you tell her we were dating?” He smiles seeing your reaction “No but you didn’t tell her either that day or when she saw what happened on launch night” “That was your fault I was trying to move out of the way. I remember correctly you wouldn’t let me!” “So that what?  Your ex could corner you and you stand there looking like you don’t know how to tell him to fuck off I did you a favor”

You throw your hands up frustrated “I don’t get you” 

“Feelings are mutual”

“Why do you want to take me? You don’t even trust me!” you state

“Who told you that?”

You point at him “You!” you look at him unbelieving of his naivety “Every chance someone gets to lie to you telling you I screwed you over you believe them” He scoffs looking away, waving you off “why the hell would you trust me around those country club people? People I am assuming you want to impress” 

He sighs “It was a yes or no question” he asks now annoyed 

“I told you no”

“No you asked about irrelevant shit”

“Okay well the answer is no! There!” 

“Reconsider, I’ll be in touch” he says before walking away

Saturday October 1, 2022

The butterflies in your stomach might as well be wrecking balls your nerves are bad. Why? QTNA. You spent the last 3 weeks finding gala appropriate attire. Some were too much, others too little in any case you had back ups in case your highness didn’t like what you had on. 

You hear the doorbell ring and you hang your head low shaking it as you walk towards the door you had told him to text you so all you had to do was get out of the house. 

You open the door to see him standing there with a tuxedo “Nice tux” an all black tuxedo you couldn’t have predicted anything else 

He nods “clean up nicely yourself”

“Thanks, ready to go?”

He slowly takes you in before responding “mhmm” he hums 

“Okay lead the way” 

The ride to the country club was silent with old school RnB playing in the background. You were temporarily okay until you got to the club and were forced back to reality. You ran over the details you had memorized. 

You and Rio have been together for a little over a year, he owns several businesses around town. He is working on a non-profit to help families pay off medical bills. You’re just there to be his arm candy nothing else as he put it. Even though you argued over him literally getting said arm candy from the slew of women he had at his disposal 

“Ah Mr. Serraño your table number is table 5” 

“Thanks” he says, taking your hand and pulling you along into the room. When the space got too small making it hard for both of you to walk by he would go first, occasionally during that time your hand would bump against his glock that was secured around his waist. 

He stops to mingle a bit catching up with old friends/partners? You don’t know you're just here to be here. 

Eventually you made it to your table. You hated feeling like the newcomer but at least you weren't the only one. 

The night events commence shortly after  with a speech (how the club did this year, plans for next year expansion blah blah blah), announcement of silent auctions, awards, dinner and drinks. 

“Congratulations on the awards Mr. Serraño” He does something that resembles blushing but you write it off as a smile. Rio had gotten 3rd place in the single tournament and 2nd in the double tennis tournament. 

You turn back your attention to the host of the night. The drinks were good, food was good, a good change of scenery from your usual. At some point after dinner during the drinking hour and silent auction Rio excused himself. You don’t question why you just assume it was his usual running to the loo or getting another round of drinks. 

You notice he had been gone awhile when you glance down at your phone and realize almost 30 minutes had passed by. 

He returns shortly after in a huff, irritated. 

“You good?” you ask, glancing at him before you return to listen to the host not wanting to bring attention to his changed mood to your table mates. All he does is grunt frustratedly in response. 

When the host stops talking and the attention is brought back to the table for desserts/drinks/conversation. You notice Rio’s right hand and left, bruised and bloody. With the right being worse, it was bleeding and just as he finishes putting his glass down you grab it in a sly manner bringing it to your lap. 

Rio goes to pull it away but you hold it there pretending to be engaged in conversation while removing the tissue that was in your purse. You hold it firm and in a quick moment you look down at the tissue which was showing stains of red and up at Rio who locked eyes with you. 

That got him to relax enough to let you deal with it. 

When you're confident the bleeding has stopped you let his hand go and Rio takes the hint to go to the bathroom and clean up the rest. You two linger for a little before you both make your exit. You don’t know what he discussed half the night, plans for opening up another business it was all corporate jargon you just weren’t interested in. 

The car ride now is completely silent, no radio, nothing just breathing and the occasional glance at the phone here and there. 

You pull up to a strange building and Rio drives underground and parks the car. He turns to look at you and you stare back not knowing what he’s gonna say

“Gonna wait in here or upstairs?” 

“Upstairs?” you answer unsure of what the right option was

He nods and gets out of the car and being the gentleman of the night he opens the door for you again. You slowly make your way out of the car and walk beside him as he walks into the concrete building, you see number letter combos on the doors. It must be an apartment building you think to yourself. When you arrive on the fourth floor via the elevator only one door is present to you, you assume it was a penthouse unit. 

He opens the door and lets you in, “I’ll be quick just need to change” you nod “make yourself comfortable” he offers before disappearing into the hallway. 

Only  a few lights were turned on. From what you could see it was very much Rio, in some ways it resembled his office at the warehouse. Not a lot of clutter, everything seemed to have its place and served a purpose, no need for the extra fluff. As you continue to take in the space you see a few pictures of Marcus and him along with a larger picture of the greater family. Even the art framed matched him somehow. You turn to the kitchen and think to yourself either he didn’t cook or he cooked everything from scratch except for the very expensive espresso machine sitting on the counter. 

You take a few steps in and your hand grazes the back of his leather couch. It has minimal signs of being utilized. He was busy so a couch with signs of use didn’t seem right. You turn to face the hallway hearing noise coming from that end, a door closed. There were two hallways one by the kitchen the other by the wall where Rio disappeared. You want to walk around exploring his house like he has done to yours several times, you want to strip away any ounce of privacy he had left, you wanted him to feel exposed and vulnerable like he made you feel, not maliciously, maybe some ill intent involved to get back at him if you were being truthful with yourself. To even out the playing field in some sort of way. After he broke into your house the first time and you discovered he looked around you got rid of every sex toy that existed practically became celibate involuntarily. 

“I’m ready” you hear as Rio walks out with a bandaged arm wearing his usual garb. You smile at him and wait for him to approach you. “You could have made yourself a drink or sat down” he chuckles

“It’s okay, I know you have somewhere to be, don’t want to hold you up.” you say before turning to walk away towards the door. 

This time there was music on your way to your house. 

“Sooo what happened to... your...... hand?” you dare to ask after 15 minutes of driving. There's a long silence before he responds. He takes in a deep breath “Fucker moved and I punched the floor” 

“Ouch” you comment 

“Mhm!” 

“Take pain meds?”

“Mhm!”

You nod and look out the window watching as the city lights fade away as you approach the suburbs. Satisfied with his answers. 

He pulls into the driveway turning off the car before slowly turning to face you 

You feel nervous; it's not how he typically looks at you with a blank face or annoyance; there's familiarity in his gaze; he is comfortable with you, well at this moment anyway. 

You giggle nervously “You have somewhere to be”  you say before looking into your bag to find your key “got my keys and cellphone” 

There's a lazy smile on his face “ ‘preciate you joining me tonight” 

You nod, smiling “You made a good impression, they really like you.” That was the whole purpose of the night, right? 

He smiles again looking away  

“Yup well goodnight Rio” you say before opening the door

“Oh come on you wouldn’t let me open the door this time?” he asks jokingly as you step out “Oh! Slipped my mind, sorry” 

He nods stepping out of the car “well the least I can do is walk you to your door” 

You nod in response and close the door making your way towards the house, you were used to him being angry with you, you knew how to navigate around him when he was, this was different it felt like you were being studied in ways you didn’t even understand. 

You fumble slightly to open the door but you do and step in “do you want to come in?” you offer just to offer not that you really wanted it 

He shakes his head “can’t” 

“Right you have things to do, well I guess thanks for the evening I had fun hope your hand heals” 

“Yea here’s your cut” he says handing you the envelope full of money before walking away. 

Friday October 14, 2022

“Have you talked to him?” Alicia asks

“Talked to who?” “Who else?!” 

You sigh “no!” you were starting to regret telling your sisters about the faux date between you and Rio

“Why not?” 

“Well it’s more of like a ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ thing”

“Did you text him the next day?”

You look at the camera on your phone “To tell him what?” 

“Y/N!” Gia scolds 

“Whaaaaat?” You whine

“You were supposed to tell him that you enjoyed your time” she continues

“I already told him that when the night was over! He doesn’t need me to say it again!” 

“You’re supposed to remind him, to keep his mind on you!” 

You roll your eyes “Ugh there's too many rules to dating now”

“Christmas is approaching” she threatens 

“I know!” 

“Either you show up with a boyfriend or we tell mom and dad!” 

You let out a sigh of frustration “Fine! Just tell them. Tell mom and dad!” They remain quiet “What? I don’t think I will have anyone by then guys. I'm busy, I just don’t have the time and I can't ask any man to accommodate this schedule of mine. I know mom and dad won’t be happy  but hey its okay we can’t have it all” 

“That's not true” Alicia speaks up sounding sad

“Don’t Alicia” you warn “I’m not dying here, you guys are acting a bit crazy over this”

“What's wrong with wanting someone to take care of you like you do everyone else?” 

“Nothing I just want you guys to be a bit more realistic on how soon or the possibilities of that happening. But I don’t like talking about myself. I wanna hear about you guys. How are your beaus?”

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[rafelandia]

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You, Baby (Rafe x fem!reader): Chapter One

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Y/N is new to the island and Rafe seeks asylum in the bar she works at.

Author's Note: Hello! Wanted to say thank you for all of the love on my last few writings. The idea of Rafe not realizing he's falling in love, especially with someone he shouldn't, is so personal to me and honestly what made me create this blog in the first place - so here we go! This will be somewhat of a slow burn, friends-to-lovers-ish piece and I can't wait to hear what you all think! Likes and reblogs are obviously welcomed as well as any requests or questions (related to this fic or otherwise - I love drabbling about this man and will write about anything). Enjoy!

It was a rainy night when she first saw him. She was wiping down the counter top with a slightly mildewed rag when the door chime rang, signaling his entrance. He settled into the barstool furthest from the door, almost as if he was hiding from something. Prior to just now, she had been alone in the shitty, oceanside bar that threatened to capsize any day now. She liked it better this way, empty and quiet. Could play her own music, move at her own pace, even close up a little early if she got lucky.

She noticed immediately that he seemed out of his element, like he knew he shouldn't be here. Although she'd only moved here a few months ago, she'd gotten quite good at deciphering pogues from kooks. This man was no pogue. He'd tried to disguise himself - toned arms adorned in a knitted sweater covered in tiny beads of the salty rain. His jeans were tattered, but not from being worn out and washed a million times; like they were manufactured precisely to look like they'd been through hours of tough labor and dirt. What ultimately gave it away was his watch - she'd never seen metal reflect that brightly even in the shitty, yellow glow of the overhead lamps that hung above her. It had to be worth a good chunk of change.

He looked exhausted, stressed, tired, something like that. She knew that feeling. It had been hard starting over here on the island. It had been 3 months since she'd moved into the quaint townhouse further inland, away from most of the liveliness of the city. Making friends had proved to be quite difficult and she'd only just now managed to afford the sofa for her living room that she wanted.

She wasn't sure why, but she was nervous to approach him. He seemed important. Or intimidating at the very least, she wasn't sure. She walked quietly towards him, afraid to even disturb him with her footsteps. Baby blue eyes reach hers before she can greet him.

"Whiskey," he breaks the silence, fingers tapping on the warped wood of the bar top, "Neat."

Chewing on the inside of her lip, she offered him an empathetic smile and nod before turning to face the wall of liquor that lined the shelves.

"You seem out of place," she pointed out, her fingers wrapping around the thick glass bottle to remove the stopper.

"What makes you say that?" the man inquired, eyes pointed down and looking at the rings of water stains from all of the patrons that came here before him.

"Not that hard to tell. You keep bouncing your leg up and down like you're about to pounce and while you seem unassuming in that outfit, I can tell that that sweater is pretty expensive. Maybe it's the cologne, kinda hit me in the face as soon as you walked in. Could be the watch, too. I'm no expert but I think -"

"Okay, I get it," he cut her off with a chuckle as she slid his poison of choice towards him, "Kook caught in pogue territory."

She takes note of the disingenuous look on his face. He seemed to stiffen in his seat.

"You know I only moved here a couple of months ago, but I've noticed you people are obsessed with choosing sides," she thinks aloud, "Why the need to be so divisive?"

He chewed on her words while the thick, amber-colored nectar sloshed between his cheeks.

"Don't know honestly. You raise a fair question," he leans back in the stool, arm moving to drape across the one next to him.

She tried not to stare while she continued to wipe down the rest of the bar. Really, she should leave him alone she thinks. God only knows what kind of power this man holds and what he could do. Who was she to pry?

"Why did you come here to hide, then?" she asked. Fuck it.

The sun-kissed, stoic man across from her inhaled deeply through his nostrils and exhaled through his lips, tongue tracing the bottom of his teeth.

She thinks she's made a royal mistake before, surprisingly, he answers.

"Just wanted to go somewhere where people don't ask questions," he stated, his eyes meeting hers for a split second before focusing back to his drink that was nearing its end.

Heat crept up to her ears and her stomach turned in embarrassment.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, "I'm sorry. I'll leave you be."

Her attention diverted back to her closing duties - refilling cocktail napkins and changing over the cooler filled with cut up fruits.

"It's alright," the man smiled as his fingers circled the rim of his glass, "Kinda nice to talk to someone that doesn't need something from me or needs me to fix something."

He notices the way her lips turn down slightly. She felt bad for him.

"You said you just moved here?" he continued.

"Y-yeah. Back in the spring," she stuttered, a sigh of relief taking over when she realized she hadn't ruined his evening.

"Where are you staying?"

"Um, bit of a commuter. I live a few miles inland so I think that marks me safe from the kooks and pogues war," she toyed.

He laughed at her, chest rising and falling with each chuckle.

"Guess it does. You liking it so far?" he asked, genuine curiosity laced in his words.

"It's alright. I mean, I've always loved the beach and the place I found was pretty cheap. Just wanted to get out of where I was before and see what sticks I guess."

The man nods in agreement, silently pondering what it would be like if he did the same. He'd had the impulse so many times. Just pack up and leave. But he's not that bold he thinks. A part of him is scared he won't mean anything to anyone if he steps foot off of Figure Eight.

"Seems nice. You on your Rumspringa or something?"

The woman standing across from him laughed loudly, caught off guard by his jest. Her cheeks flushed and glowing in the dingy lighting of the bar. They really needed to change the bulbs on the overheads.

"Something like that."

He's laughing at his own joke, relishing in the fact that he's made her smile. He's not sure why, but her laugh latches onto him, like the warm sun that bakes his shoulders on a hot and sunny afternoon. He likes it.

"It's really not all that bad at the end of the day," the man says in earnest, "Aside from the...societal tensions, for lack of a better word. It's a really beautiful island."

She's staring at him now. Initially, and shamefully, she'd assumed he was a prick. His kind had stumbled into this bar on occasion and they usually weren't very nice or talkative. They'd run up a tab, speak loudly and vulgarly about a business partner or a girl for hours before stumbling out of the door without tipping. But he seemed different. Like he'd been longing for a conversation that wasn't about closing a deal or for someone to genuinely just ask him how he was. There was something so human behind the eyes of someone you'd expect to be anything but.

"It is," she agreed, smiling at him sweetly, "You need another?"

He hadn't even realized his drink was empty.

Just before he could answer yes, the chime of a cell phone pierced the walls of the bar.

"Sorry," the man huffed, pulling the sleek, black phone from the pocket of his jacket that hung on the back of his stool.

His eyes grew heavy and he sighed when processed the contents of the message, hands moving to run across the lower half of his face in frustration.

"I actually gotta head out," he seemed disappointed when he spoke, now reaching for his wallet that was tucked away in the same pocket. "Is it always this dead in here?"

"More or less," she answered, "It's nice having the place to myself sometimes."

He grinned as she took his card from him. As she walked to the register, she glanced quickly at the name embossed on the plastic. Rafe Cameron.

"I bet," Rafe agreed. "Hard to find that around here these days. Guess I'll add it to my list of hiding spots."

The woman smiled coyly as she slid the clipboard towards him, card, pen, and receipt attached to the hinges.

"You know," she started, "We usually close the patio at 7, but if you ever need some quiet I won't tell anyone."

His eyes locked with hers for a brief second before moving to the receipt, signing his name with an unrecognizable scribble before standing up to redress himself with his coat. He smirked down at his feet, a hint of bewilderment taking over. Why was she being so nice to him? he thought.

He pressed his lips together, pretending to lock them with an imaginary key and patting his chest. Her "secret" was safe with him.

"Have a good rest of your night, Rafe Cameron," she said with a grin.

She's met with a similar smile, a slight dimple forming on the left side of his cheek.

"You too..," Rafe's eyebrow turning up in question.

"Y/N."

He nodded, feet trailing towards the dry rotted front door that inched towards collapse each time it swung on its hinges.

"Have a good night, Y/N," he stated before ducking out of the bar and back into the cool drizzle of the rain.

She went on about her night, grabbing Rafe's glass and placing it in a carton to be hauled off to the dishwasher in the back. Assuming that the rain had scared off any future customers, she decided to close up early and head home to her furry friend that was probably begging for some cuddles and neck scratches.

As she was balancing the drawer in her register, she looked at Rafe's receipt. He'd tipped her triple the cost of the whiskey. Chuckling silently to herself, she wondered if she'd ever see him again. Someone by law of the land she should probably be weary of, Y/N thought she wouldn't mind having someone like Rafe Cameron around.

[crow-quilll]

hii! when are you gonna post chapter 11? i have been waiting impatiently ahhhh

Hello!! So sorry, just finished my last assignment today and NOW I am free from university's evil clutches for a whole week. SO I can say that Chapter 11 for Nobody's Soldier will be out tomorrow :) But as a little treat, here's a taste tester:

(CW!!: Aftermath of torture)

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"I lost, Young-il," Gi-hun's voice grows quieter, lower, more vulnerable, "I lost. I- I couldn't last through all of it, I gave the Front Man what he wanted."

He runs his own hands through his hair, resisting the urge to pull at the strands to distract himself from the dull, all-consuming shame.

"And then he came in here and--" 

Gi-hun cuts himself off, pressing his lips together as he instantly decides that he can't vocalize what happened next. He just can't. Telling Young-il about the torture was one thing, but telling him how the Front Man hand-fed him stew? How he gently caressed his face and called him "beautiful"?

No. Young-il didn't need to know all of that, he didn't. He would never be able to look at Gi-hun the same again without picturing the Front Man's hand wrapped around his throat, deciding if Gi-hun had behaved well enough to earn the privilege of breathing.

Young-il's hand finds his shoulder gently from behind, "I'm so sorry."

Gi-hun's shoulders lower with a shaking breath out, pulling his hands down from his face, "It doesn't matter, it's over now. We've got more important things to worry about." 

"Gi-hun, you are important," Young-il corrects him, forcefully turning him around to see his face, "How do you expect to lead a rebellion if you can barely stand?" 

"I can stand just fine," Gi-hun refutes stubbornly as he meets the other's eyes, ignoring the way his entire body trembles from supporting his own weight, "What time is it? How long until lights out?"

"Just stop," Young-il commands firmly, both hands finding the sides of his arms as if they never left, "take a breath." 

Gi-hun stares at him bewildered for a moment, something in him instinctively itching to disobey like a beaten dog that bites before it can be kicked again. He has to remind himself that he's talking to someone who genuinely wants to help. He tentatively obeys, taking a slow breath in and wincing at the movement of his mutilated ribs. He holds it for a moment, a dull blush creeping into his face at Young-il's close inspection, and lets the breath out through parted lips.

"We've got time, okay?" In-ho urges, rubbing the side of his arm gently, "You are bleeding through your bandages, so let me at least redress your wounds before you set off for another fight." 

"Young-il, I'm fine--"

"I shouldn't have to keep arguing with you about this," Young-il cuts his lie off, "I know you are in pain. Anyone would be after all you've been through."

Gi-hun grinds his teeth and looks away, "It's not that simple. If we don't make a move now--"

"Hey," Young-il's fingers find his chin and pull his face back up, forcing their eyes to meet, "do you trust me?" 

Gi-hun hesitates a little, swallowing the growing lump in his throat at the way that Young-il holds him. It resembles the Front Man's touch just enough to make him instantly nauseous -- but it's different. The Front Man's touch is cold and unyielding like the sharp kiss of frostbite, but Young-il's is tingly and pleasant like warm rain. And yet, a pit still curls in his gut like two frigid hands reached down his throat, took hold of his intestines, and wrung them like a wet towel.

He shouldn't be hesitating - why is he hesitating? Young-il has proven time and time again that he genuinely wants to help Gi-hun overthrow the Front Man. And yet, Gi-hun can't shake this haunting feeling that he's making the wrong choice.

But it's not Young-il making him hesitate, is it?

It's the Front Man and his games. Gi-hun has been warped like wood in water by this place. He can feel rot spreading to every facet of his being, chewing away at everything he is and ever will be like a cancer. His belief that he could rely on other people died with a whimper the day that Sang-woo bled out in his arms.

If he can believe that humanity is still capable of good, then why can't he trust anyone without waiting for a knife to dig into his back?

So, despite that sinking sensation in his chest, Gi-hun bites back his automatic reservations and lets his cracked walls lower.

"I trust you," Gi-hun says honestly, sounding far more breathless than he originally meant as he feels Young-il's breaths warming his face. 

Young-il's fingers fall away from his chin, his intense gaze softening like ice in sunlight, "Then let me help."

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Hehe, I hope you enjoyed this little appetizer. A new chapter is on its way, get ready my friends <3 <3

[yurislotusgarden]

Can't break the rule!

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 688

ʚїɞ Tw’s: Small mention of suicide because it's Dazai but otherwise just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ This was literally written from 5:30am to nearly 7am and only the ending was added in after I woke up, I want that kind of motivation all the time

Gorgeous.

That's one of the words running through Dazai's head while looking at the sleeping beauty that's currently laying down on his chest, peacefully asleep. He knew that you would surely disagree with his thoughts but he didn't particularly care.

He was also aware of how late he was at this point, and that Kunikida would call him any minute now. He would pick up since that would make it so easy to tease the younger man, but it would also cause the risk of waking you up, which he absolutely didn't want, so he shall settle for messages at most. Kunikida should appreciate that! Dazai would take a big part of the time he could spend looking at his darling’s pretty face to text him back!

And just as he thought, the phone’s screen lit up in the darker room, the curtains still down due to neither of you getting up from bed that day.

‘There it is.’ Dazai lazily reached over to where his phone was lying on the nightstand, before bringing it up to his face to look at the screen, his other hand on your head, fingers gently running through your hair. He let the call go on in silence, the phone being put on mute just after you fell asleep earlier.

‘Finally!’ He thought as the 3rd call in a row ended, and he didn't have to wait long for a text from his work partner to pop up on the top of his screen.

‘YOU GODDAMN WASTE OF BANDAGES!!!’

‘WHERE ARE YOU?! WHAT RIVER WAS IT THIS TIME’

‘I SWEAR I'M GONNA THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW THE MOMENT YOU STEP A FOOT INTO THE AGENCY’

It was exactly what the brunette expected to see. Right now, the blonde was expecting to be told that Dazai had taken another dive into a river or tried another ridiculous suicide attempt. Little did Kunikida know that the brunette did the exact opposite and stayed home.

‘It looks like I won’t be in today, I can't break the rule after all!’

‘Sorry not sorry Kunikida-kun!’

He probably should have written a message to Kunikida that he won't be in like he did with the president, but where would be the fun in that? He’s lucky that he doesn't take too many official days off.

‘What rule are you talking about, you idiot?’

Dazai could have left the conversation where it was at the moment and leave Kunikida to be confused, but he decided he could have more amusement from continuing it.

‘Oh?’

‘Does dear Kunikida not know the important rule? How surprising!’

‘Just spit it out! I already spent more time on you than I should've or planned!’

His darling always told him that he should spare Kunikida from time to time, but he never really listened to that one thing, didn't he?

‘Of course! I can't leave you in the dark about it after all!’

‘Is it really that important?’

‘You will realize just how important it is once you know the rule!’

No, he never listened, and probably never will. Riling Kunikida up is just too entertaining to pass up on.

‘The rule is: If something small and cute falls asleep on you, you shall not move less you want to wake the small thing up’

‘And it just so happened that my darling angel is asleep on me right now, not like a single man like you would know how important that is <3’

‘So no no Kunikida-kun! I can’t get up and go to work, otherwise, I could break the important rule that obviously applies to me as well and I don’t really wanna break it!’

‘Now bye bye!’

‘Wait what?’

‘Dazai?’

‘YOU BASTARD COME BACK HERE’

Dazai knew that his dear colleague would chew him out the next day once he appeared at work since it wasn’t like he would find him at the agency’s dorms that day, like usual at that point. But for now, he had to go back to his previous job, and that was staring at his angel’s face like he was before the blonde’s interruption.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

[gyllenhaalstories]

BUBBLE GUM — DANNY SHARP 🫧

summary: the saga of what danny wants, danny gets continues.

warnings: curse words, smut (blowjob, spit play, breath play, mild degradation). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3020

photo credits: @/stephendroff (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i tried to call an ambulance for my emergency case of danny obsession but for some strange reason all the ambulances were used for a bank robbery. 🚑 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"What flavour is that gum?" Danny asked from the other side of the couch.

"Must be plastic, because that's what it tastes like now." You answered, mirroring the tone of annoyance you heard in his voice. You did not even bother looking up from your phone.

"Maybe if you stopped blowing fucking bubbles every second it would still taste good."

You rolled your eyes and blew another bubble, your lips were slightly parted as you chewed afterwards. "How am I bothering you? You're watching God knows what on full volume." Your chin pointed to the large flat screen television hung up on the wall. "I can't even hear my thoughts."

He sighed, but his eyes remained fixated on your mouth. He licked over his lips, waiting for a witty come back to hit him. It took a few seconds. "Yeah, and what are you thinking about that's so important?"

"I'm thinking about how you're getting on my nerves."

"Aww, how cute." He faked to sound enthusiastic. "That makes us twinsies 'cause I'm thinking the exact same shit about you."

You popped another bubble, obnoxiously, as you slowly turned your head to look at him. One of your brows arched in surprise when you studied his features. "Really? You should tell your face that."

He scoffed and tried to blink away the glassy look in his eyes. "Why is that?"

"If you're soooo annoyed with me," you smirked as you continued speaking, your gum stuck between your cheek and your teeth. "How come you're giving me bedroom eyes? Is there supposed to be a difference between what you look like when you're horny and when you're mad?" You marked another pause, noticing how he clenched his jaw at you talking to him in such a very bratty-like, and Danny-like, manner. "Come to think of it, it's pretty much the same with you..."

"That's it, you're fucking done." He exhaled loudly and stood up from the couch. He shut the television off and walked in your direction. He planted himself right in front of you, with his left arm stretched in your direction and his palm facing up. "Spit."

You followed the bulging veins of his forearm, slowly guiding your eyes up. You locked eyes with him and popped what would be your final bubble gum.

He moved his fingers in a come hither motion. "I said spit it."

You did not break eye contact as you placed the gum on the tip of your tongue and opened your mouth. You poked your tongue out and let the gum fall into his hand. "You're an annoying —"

"Pain in the ass, yeah you are." He interrupted you and flicked his wrist so that he could look at his watch. Good. He had plenty of time before his next gig, or, well, before one of his rich employers would come to pick up their vintage car from Danny's babysitting services.

"What now?" You swallowed away the faint taste of the gum.

"Now I'm gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to a much better use than all that bubble popping and shit talking."

You gasped, barely audibly, but of course he picked up on it. You furrowed your brows, trying to look tough and resistant in front of him. You blew your cover away when he came back from the kitchen, having now discarded of your gum and washed his hands quickly.

He was removing his shirt at the same time that he made his way towards the bedroom. "You're gonna sit there and look dumb or would you rather have fun with me? Yeah, that's what I thought." He did not even glance over his shoulders, he knew you were behind him, walking fast to catch up.

You finally made it to the bedroom, where Danny was gathering all the pillows from the bed and making a pile at the edge of the mattress.

"You're feeling fancy, we're using the bedroom this time. What happened to the kitchen table and counters?" It seemed like the little walk along the hallway where you followed him like a puppy let you gather enough courage to do more of what he prohibited you to.

"What did I fucking say about shit talking?" He threw his arms up in disbelief at your attitude. "I just wanted to be comfortable." He answered your question while removing the rest of his clothes, clumsily. His eyes were glued on you as you stripped beside him.

You excitedly made your way to the bed, wanting to join him as he was laying down by the edge of it. Only, his knee blocked you from climbing any further so that you had to stand up again.

"I said that I wanted to be comfortable." Danny answered the question you were about to shout at him. He looked around him and pulled a loose pillow from the small mountain he had built for himself. "There you go." He threw it in your direction and rested his back against the cushions. "Now get on your knees, will you? Oh, come on! Don't get pissed off at me. You have a pillow this time! And a rug! It's all fuzzy and shit. At least this time you won't fuckin' complain that the concrete floors of the warehouse give you little bruises on your poor little legs."

While he was busy with his monologue acting like he wouldn't throw a fit if the tables were turned — the bruises occurred when he had you cockwarming him while doing some accounting, for all that you knew he could have been playing that solitaire cards game on the computer or ordering enough cashmere sweaters to dress an army — you had placed the pillow on the floor next to the bed. You got down on your knees like he instructed you to and ignored the words that were coming out of his mouth until you heard something you deemed of interest.

"You like blowing bubbles so much, don't you? Exactly. That's why I'll have you blowing spit bubbles on my cock." He relaxed on the bed, spreading his legs open to give you space to kneel between them. "Spit on it baby, get it nice and ready for your mouth."

You spit as he ordered you to, again, and watched as your saliva dripped down his semi hard cock.

Your hand reached up to stroke him, but he was quicker than you.

Danny smeared your spit over the tip of his cock and the length too. He impatiently waited for you to spit on him again so he could jerk himself off to full hardness. He smirked to himself, watching you as you waited and let out lustful whimpers. He was fixated on your mouth again, paying close attention to the faint twitching of your upper lip when you believed he would finally give you a taste as well as how you licked and bit over your lips.

“Please, Danny.”

Your plea pulled him out of his reverie. “You got manners now?” Danny mocked you again, but got caught up in his own desire for you. “Say it again. Beg for my cock.”

“Please! Please, I need it so bad.”

“I know you do, baby.” And he granted you permission to taste him.

Quickly, your tongue licked a stripe from the middle of his length to his tip before you wrapped your lips around it. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked on the tip of his cock.

Danny threw his head back when you gently caressed your tongue over his tip.

You pulled away, but you continued to use your tongue to tease him. You licked over the veins of his cock or teased the hole at the tip. You were being messy, on purpose. You drooled all over him.

It did not bother him, it was quite the opposite. He adjusted the pillows under his back so that he could reach his cock more easily — and reach you too. His hand aimed for the base of his cock and he gathered your saliva to jerk himself off as you kept focusing on his tip. "That's much better than a stupid gum, isn't it?"

The way your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the taste of his precum, moaning against him, sounded like satisfying answer to him.

"I know that's right." He licked over his lips while he stared at yours. "I can't get enough of that mouth."

You kissed his cock, watching Danny as he watched you. The two of you were bearing the same facial expressions. There was a certain blankness behind your eyes, and behind his too. You were both focused on enjoying the moment, and making it feel as good as it possibly could.

But Danny had to ruin it. Well, sort of. He enjoyed the loving kisses and slow, gentle sucking. Yet, he wanted, and needed, more. He leaned a bit closer to you, placing his left hand on your right cheek. His thumb stroked over your cheek while you took him in your mouth again. He guided your head to take him further, deeper.

You gagged audibly, making the obscene sounds that he loved so much. You pulled away to catch your breath.

He pushed your head down on him again. This game of push and pull lasted until you had successfully slobbered all over his cock and earned a loud, happy grunt from him. "Y'look so goddamn pretty like that."

You moved your head back, but stayed close to him. “Thank you.” You spoke as you panted, still trying to catch your breath.

“Come on, gimme that throat. I need to feel you struggle around me.” His hand on your cheek was insisting. He guided you down on his cock again.

Only this time, he pushed further and maintained you in place as you gagged and tried to cough.

He granted you permission to breathe. “Spit on it, baby. Make a fucking mess for me.”

You did just that, you spat all over him. You puckered your lips to smear your saliva on him.

More grunts and moans emanated from him. He could get so noisy when he wanted to — not that he was able to hold back, your mouth and your throat just felt so good around him. His right hand held his cock at the base, his fist wrapped around himself. With both of his hands busy, he had full control of how you were sucking him off. He controlled the pace, the depth, he fucked your mouth to his heart’s, and cock’s, content.

You did not put on a fight, you let out all the moans and noises that drove him crazy. Crazier than he already was.

“You wanna be used, don’t you? Yeah, I know. You’re being such a good little fleshlight for me.”

He fucked the thoughts of your head by hitting the back of your throat. You spat all over him again. You caught him watching the saliva drip down his shaft, all over his hand too, with sparkles in his eyes.

The annoyance from earlier had completely vanished. All that Danny had in his mind right now was the desire to make this moment messy and filthy. Messier and filthier than it always was.

And you loved it as much as him. You were gagging one second, drooling the next, and moaning his name the second after that. Some of your spit was dripping so far down that it stained the bed sheets. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. It felt as though time had stopped so that Danny could properly use you.

Danny was mesmerized by your mouth, by the way your lips moulded him perfectly and adjusted to his swollen tip. He loved to see the skin of your chin and cheeks glisten from the mess you two were making. He found real pleasure in smearing it around, leaving a sticky trail on your cheeks that you would inevitably have to clean up later.

You opened your mouth and Danny took it as an invitation to trace your lips with his tip. Your lips looked so wet and glossy.

“Keep your tongue out. Just like that, just like that.” He rubbed his cockhead against your tongue, leaving strings of saliva. Then, he switched to slapping his tip against your tongue. He chuckled lightly at the scene, you just felt and looked so good.

You tried to take him in your mouth again, but you whined at your failure.

He was dragging it out and being annoying just for the sake of watching you get more and more desperate for him. It was both cute and pathetic, but mostly pathetic, how much you craved his cock and how eager you were to blow him. One quick glance at his watch was enough to remind him that he had to hurry up — and that you earned your reward.

You noticed the signs. The clock of his orgasm was ticking.

The muscles of his thighs were clenching, and his legs were closing around you. His face was painted with pleasure, but he was frowning while he tried to hold back. His chest was covered with a layer of sweat, his tan skin appeared red from how his whole body reacted to the pleasure you gave him with your mouth.

"You're gonna give it to me, babe?" You spoke, your voice sounded hoarse.

"Fuck yes I am." Still with his hand around his cock, he fucked your mouth for a few more strokes before his face clenched in bliss. "Take it."

Your lips were loosely wrapped around him and you moaned at the feeling of each rope of cum that landed on your tongue. You smiled faintly, humming along the grunts and groans that Danny was making.

"Such a good fucking girl for me." He said through gritted teeth as he finished cumming in your mouth. "Don't swallow! Don't swallow it yet. Don't you dare."

Your eyes widened and you curled your tongue slightly, trying to hold his load on it. Your mouth was open just wide enough for him to see.

For him to admire how beautiful you looked for him. He swiped his sensitive cock over your chin and teased your bottom lip. "Spit it on me. Yeah..." Danny approved, watching you obey him. His cum was dripping down his cock. "Now lick it clean. You love it when I use you like a cum rag, huh?"

You nodded your head frantically. You licked from the base of his cock back to the tip, lapping even at his balls when he moved his hand away, finally letting you touch the rest of him. "I love it!"

"I love it too, sweetheart. I love it so much. You're so good at it." He nodded, giving you permission to swallow everything. He sat up and leaned towards you. The hand that was on your cheek now held your chin up for him. "What a messy little slut."

You closed your eyes when he initiated a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth and you moaned at the feeling. That kiss felt as good as the degrading words he laced with praise.

Danny enjoyed the kiss almost as much as you did. It worked as a much needed reminder for more instances of intimacy and affection between the two of you when the time called for it. Metaphorically and literally, because he was running out of time before he would get scolded for being late. He hated being late.

You gasped when he broke the kiss. You were practically offended when you caught him searching through his clothes on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Me? Oh, I'm getting dressed. Somebody's gotta work around here." The shift in his attitude came off as so brutal. You missed the attention he was pouring over you, with his cock and with his lips during the kiss. He tossed his shirt your way and used the tank top he had worn underneath to wipe himself dry and clean from the blowjob.

You reluctantly caught the shirt in your hands and patted your chest dry first. You made your way to your face and cleaned it up roughly. "You're such a dick."

"Yeah and you love it." Danny winked at you and stood up. He slipped on his briefs and then his tight black pants. He leaned down to kiss your forehead before he walked to his dresser. He pulled out a black cashmere sweater from his vast collection. "You're mad at me? Don't be mad."

You rolled your eyes and sat on the flood with your back pressed against the bed.

"Relax, baby." He lifted his hands up as a peace offering when he saw a flash of fury in your eyes. "I'm telling you to relax. Take a shower or a bath, I don't give a damn. Clean up and dress up."

"So you can get me naked and not even fuck me again? No, thank you."

"So that I can take you out on a date. For fuck's sake, just let me talk." He scrunched his nose at you, going back to his natural state of being annoyed at your attitude. "Put on something nice and I'll pick you up. We'll go somewhere and have fun. What do you think? That's a good idea, right?"

You sighed and shrugged. "I guess that sounds nice." You smiled softly and he did the same.

"And after we've done all that, I'll rip the clothes out of you and fuck you." He fixed his watch on his wrist and did a little shimmy in front of you. You smiled, liking his outfit that he had already worn a hundred times. He surprised you with another kiss. "I might even let you on the bed this time."

"Oh, get the fuck out of here, Sharp!" You pushed on his ass when he turned around, making his way out of the bedroom.

From the hallway, he laughed then shouted the following words. "I love you too!"

[viburnt]

hello! I have a request for aizawa! With prompts “Fuck,I wish I never met you!” and “Let me fix your hair”? You could can chose one but if ur doing both can u do a hate relationship against the reader and aizawa but forced to work/teach the reader? Or yo to you! I would love to see what u come up with since I love ur blog sm! Thank you 💗💗

Hoping you like it, Anon! I feel like Aizawa would treat younger colleagues like kids haha. Also, drink water and eat well, Anon; thanks for requesting!

—Viburnt

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨̄𝐭𝐚 || 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬

The uncomfortable cold shoulder you were giving Aizawa was getting him on his nerves, his tired eyes burning into your back as you refused to even look at him. It was not his fault the two of you were paired up for a night-watch patrol. "Could at least try to cooperate," he thought as you looked at your phone instead of listening to him.

Exasperated, he snatched your mobile from your hands and threw into the backseat of the car.

—Hey, what the fuck? That's expensive, you prick! — You yelled, fuming with anger. The man squeezed your face with his hand to make you look at him.

—Look, you can be a brat all you want, kid. Be my fucking guest, but this mission is important and I'm not letting some wannabe big shot ruin it, got it?— He said seriously. The tone of his voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine; you hated how he didn't have to yell at you to show how angry he was.

As a matter of fact, you despised his guts.

The way he looked at you, how he always called you kid like you weren't an expert on your field, how his words always made you feel incompetent. You prayed to God to be given a chance to prove him wrong- or at least an opportunity to kick him in the balls.

—Do that again and you'll lose a damn finger.— You snarked, slapping his hand away. "All bark and no bite," Aizawa thought, rolling his eyes.

—Whatever you say.— He added.

"Why is he always like this?" You wondered as you reached for the radio to play some music.

After some hours waiting, your stomach grumbled, begging for something to eat.

—Was that you?— Aizawa amusedly asked, picking up the way your body called for food. — Did you not eat beforehand?

—I did, ok? I just ate lightly.— You lied, not wanting him to know you'd in fact forgotten about having a meal before patrol.

Wanting to distract yourself from Shōta's comment (and from the emptiness in your guts), you rummaged through your pocket to grab a small box of bubble gum you'd bought in advance, picking one of the long fruity pieces of candy to unwrap it.

—Don't eat in the car.— Aizawa uttered as he adjusted his seat. It was going to be a long night waiting for the targeted suspect to appear, so he wanted to be (at least) comfortable.

—Don't eat in the car.— He heard you mock in a high-pitched sardonic tone, his eyes watching as you chewed on the gum. —It's candy; you chew it, not eat it.

—It's gonna leave my seats sticky, and I'm not cleaning some girl's mess.

—Can you stop policing everything I do? Jesus Christ, I'm not a toddler.

You formed a big bubble with your treat, boasting about it in front of him. A malicious idea crossed Aizawa's mind...

*pop*

—Ugh, Aizawa what the fuck? You got it in my hair!— You complained as the man chuckled, proud of his little prank. "Why does this idiot always have to mess with me?", you wondered as you tried to get rid of the sticky rests of candy from your hair.

"Should teach her to listen," he thought to himself, watching you anxiously try to fix the mess he'd made.

—Relax, kid. I warned you, didn't I?— He said with abandon as a sly smile appeared on his lips. —Maybe learn to follow instructions.

—Fuck, I wish I'd never met you! You are the worst.— He heard you yell, you'd gotten more upset than he had planned you to react. Getting off the car, you slammed the door to let off some steam, cursing.

It reminded him of the very first time he had worked with you. You were much more joyful and eager to cooperate, but as the mission progressed, the goofy smile you had became a frown. After that, Aizawa simply understood it as if "You couldn't take orders from him".

He remained silent for a second, whatsoever, feeling a little bit of guilt. You were just hungry, he could've let that one slide, he guessed. Deciding it was better to apologize before the already bumpy relationship he had with you got worse, he joined you outside for a moment.

—What do you want?!— You screamed, not wanting to see him.

—Don't be so dramatic, it's just gum. I have so wet towels on the glove compartment.

— "I have wet towels. Oh, look at me, I'm Eraserhead, I tell people what to do"— You snapped, not being patient with his antics. — Maybe don't be such a giant imbecile for once? Would it kill to have some respect for me?

—I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd get so-

—That's the thing, you never think! I'm not your student for you to act so superior all the time.— You lashed, letting your thoughts out. —I'm not a kid, Aizawa, I may be a little younger but still.

Shōta looked at you briefly, stunned by your rant. His behavior was uncalled for, he had to admit. For a long while, he just guessed you were a inexperienced brat because you'd decided to be a more commercial hero instead of keeping an underground profile like he did.

But thinking about it, most of his colleagues were like that, even Mic. He had been unfair to you.

—I worked hard for this position, you know? I busted my ass for hours, day after day to be recognized as hero out there. Why can't you fucking see that?

Your words sinked into your colleague's mind, making him feel remorseful. His eyes softened as his gaze found yours, feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs.

— I know how to get the gum out of your hair...— Aizawa mumbled. It caught you off guard but it was his way of saying "OK, I fucked up and I'm sorry. Let me try to fix it."

—What? — You asked, dumbfounded. The anger in your face faltered for a second, confused by his sudden change of attitude.

—Look, I'm sorry for treating you like a kid, I really acted like an asshole.— You heard him explain. — But let me try again, ok? We'll probably be working together a lot more in the future so let's try not to kill each other for a second.

You sighed, still annoyed, but decided to allow his approach.

— Go on.

—Eri sometimes gets stuff on her hair, it's not very hard to do.— He assured, motioning you to step closer to inspect the aftermath of his actions. Looking at you, you weren't a bad hero, much less a bad person.

Sensing honesty in his words, you decided to forgive him.

—I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I was just-

—Don't sweat it, I deserved it.— He assured, opening the door of the car again for you. —Let me fix your hair.

—... Who's Eri?

—You'll meet her some time...kid.

— Eraser-

—Sorry.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (48)

part 48 of ?? | 1013 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

“I have to tell her,” Steve groans, rubbing his hands over his face and slumping onto the couch next to Eddie. “I can’t keep this up.”

We're nearing the end and I'm slowing down on posting because I'm still working on it, but y'all can have some fidgety Eddie and an insecure Steve Harrington as a treat.

48.

“So what’s the deal, Steve?” Robin huffs the next day. “You and Eddie totally blew us off last night, what the hell was up with that?”

“It’s not like you watched it alone,” Steve points out. He’s trying to pretend that bustling a stack of returned tapes back to their correct places on the shelves of Family Video is too important a task to look away from, unprepared to meet her gaze. “You had Nancy and Jonathan and . . . that sweater guy.” 

It feels as though as soon as she looks him in the eye she’s gonna know he asked Eddie if he could be Eddie’s boyfriend, and Eddie said yes. But he’s not sure if they’re telling people, because they haven’t gotten around to talking about that part yet. Kind of got distracted by . . . other things. 

“Argyle.” Robin rolls her eyes, despairing. “That sweater guy, unbelievable. You should know his name by now.”

“Robs. You know we end up smoking any time we hang out with that guy. I ask every time, and then I just forget it again because I’m all high!”

Eventually Steve manages to turn the conversation in enough circles that Robin loses the original thread. She’ll pick it up again, but at least he’s bought himself some time. 

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“I have to tell her,” Steve groans, rubbing his hands over his face and slumping onto the couch next to Eddie. “I can’t keep this up.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t yet,” Eddie admits. He’s still wide-eyed and strangely fidgety from the revelation. “Because, yeah, obviously she’s a force to be reckoned with, I’m kind of worried about my chances of survival, but . . . it’s you and Robin. You two share a brain.”

Steve groans into his hands. “God, I know. I mean . . . she knows I like you. That’s most of it, right? I told her nothing was ever going to happen, but—”

“Nothing?” Eddie interrupts, zeroing in on the word. “Why not?”

He peeks at Eddie—at his boyfriend—through his fingers. “Uh, because I didn’t think you liked me?” 

And he can feel his face warming under his palms as he says it, so he’ll keep his hands right where they are, thanks. At best he was being stupid and at worst he’ll turn out to be somehow right, neither of which sound good. Not that this is helping. . . . Trying to pussy out of being honest with his best friend isn’t a good look. (His dad would say that it’s pussying out to feel obligated to be honest about the relationship in the first place. Even to owe them the truth, because ‘you don’t come out on top by owing, Steven.’)

Eddie’s mouth forms a few different, interesting shapes, starting with O and morphing into something that shows off his dimples. “Of course I like you. You’re you, what’s not to like? Wheeler must’ve been crazy to let you get away.”

It’s nice to hear. Still, Steve notices, he’s chewing on his bottom lip like there’s something serious on his mind. Fuck, is Eddie about to break up with him after one measly day? Because that would be so—

“Jeff knows,” Eddie blurts out. 

And that. Is. So far from what Steve was expecting that his hands drop to his lap and he goes still, even stops breathing for a second. They’re sitting close enough that their sides touch; Eddie must feel the way he freezes, because he starts babbling to fill the sudden vacuum in the conversation. 

“He figured out something was up about a month after I started blackmailing you, and he asked, and I just—I cracked, man, I—”

“Eddie.” Steve turns to him, tugging on the far side of his denim vest. (Not the one Eddie had thrown at him in the Upsides Down. That one is still tucked into the back of Steve’s closet, too embarrassed to give it back because no amount of cleaning seems able to work the bloodstains out.) “Eddie, breathe, okay? Give me a second.”

Eddie settles, relaxing a tiny bit when Steve keeps their sides pressed together on the couch. In the following lull, Steve thinks hard. 

Does it bother him that Eddie told Jeff?

He’s surprised, but that’s because he’d known from the start that he couldn’t tell Robin. She would’ve been pissed off and protective on his behalf, and she would’ve tried to talk him out of giving Eddie money. What would have happened to Wayne then? No, telling Robin had never been an option. The only other person Steve could possibly confide in was Dustin, and that was also an absolute no-go for a lot of reasons. Dustin looked up to Eddie, still does, and Steve hadn’t wanted to fuck with that.  

Jeff, despite the insider knowledge, hasn’t given him any shit. He’s actually seemed to give Steve a fairer shake than the rest of Eddie’s friends, going out of his way to interact with him in the D&D game. That takes a lot of the sting out of the surprise. 

“Does Wayne know too?” he asks finally. 

Eddie groans and pulls a handful of hair across his face. “Yes. I told him everything when I was still drugged up at the hospital. The supernatural shit too, but . . . everything. Jesus, did he say something to you?”

“Kind of. He said I should let you keep apologizing.” Thinking back, a small smile pulls at Steve’s mouth. “And he called me son.”

That gets Eddie to peek out at him, and Steve doesn’t know what the look on his face means—lips slightly parted, a light flush spreading across both cheeks, tilting toward him with big brown eyes open wide and sparkling with something warm—but he likes it. Wants to figure out exactly what caused it and keep doing that forever. For now, he shifts to his side and pulls Eddie in for a kiss. From the way Eddie's lips stay curved under his, it seems to do the trick.

His internal jury is still out on whether he deserves all this, but he’ll do everything in his power to keep it.

[aprillikesthings]

I have the house to myself because people are at a sportsball party

So what else would I do but keep watching spop amiright

s1 ep8 lez go

YES IT'S PRINCESS PROM AHAHAHAH

Oh, that explains why (in a muuuuuuch later episode) there's that little ideal future and they're at Scorpia's ball (iirc)

Catra: I NEED TO BE IN CHARGE Scorpia: party!

Poor Scorpia

Catra: giving a passionate-if-faked pep talk to Scorpia (like I get she's manipulating Scorpia here into going to the party, but it's still the kind of thing Scorpia should hear!) Also Catra: still real mad about Adora!!!

I cackled, y'all. CACKLED.

I mean she's...not wrong...

Okay I know it's just how this kind of show works and isn't important but it implies the Ball is known about for years in advance, but the invites only actually go out like a day or two before?? IRL that would be such a disaster because they don't even know the theme until they get the invite. The sheer amount of logistics/planning attending something like this, including the outfits...

This was intended to be Lolita fashion and you can't convince me otherwise

Also CATRA. They intentionally made her look so, so gay and hot.

Same, Catra. Same.

Adora (to the weapons-check person): be careful with it, don't lean it on something with the other swords or it might get confused!!!

Poor Adora. I suppose if I had an object that made me both popular and nearly invincible I'd be upset and worried to be separated from it, too.

It's Molly and Nate!!!

🎶Just like the viiiiine🎵

I love that we know these characters enough that they can just say a couple of lines here and imply a ton more. Anyway Mermista's outfit is great.

This is literally their entire dynamic. They're clearly together, Sea Hawk is loud about it, Mermista is (mostly) pretending to hate it.

Sorry this is shot is just great

Glimmer's jealousy (over Bow coming to the ball with Perfuma) is SO ANNOYING and I know that's on purpose but boy do I hate most "jealousy makes them obnoxious" plots

ANYWAY one small note: you can tell their budget for this episode is just not very high, because the characters in the background are so often not moving or only moving like one thing.

Oh hey, Netossa and Spinerella! (...and Molly again lol)

"Bow isn't the type to just leave his old friends behind, and neither am--" *Scorpia and Catra walk in*

DIDN'T THINK YOU'D SEE HER HERE, HUH, DIDJA

I can't screenshot this bit but it's so good:

Catra, in her most fake-gentleman voice: I love rules and obey them all the time Adora in the most high-pitched voice possible: YOU DO NOOOOT

🎶Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you🎵

...I'm showing my age again. But also I'm looking at the lyrics and ngl they nearly all fit. If I knew how to make fanvids, I could make a vid that like ten people would watch.

Instead I'm working on a fic like ten people will read, heyoooo

*cries*

BACK TO THE GAYS PRINCESS PROM

is there crack-y pwp of this please say yes

Once again reminded of that fanvid of every time they say each other's names in the first two seasons

Literally cannot see Adora opening that without the "bah-dm tsh!" sound affect in my head from watching that video so many fucking times

Bow is so delightfully emotionally intelligent

Entrapta: have you met my new assistant? She brought snacks.

When Entrapta said "assistant" Catra's ears literally did a wiggle. Oh my gooooood

"she stole my food and asked me to spy on people with her,

lolol

once again whether the sword is actually sharp-edged or not is entirely dependent on plot

Scorpia is unreasonably hot sometimes

im gonna chew my fingers off ghgha;lksdhka;

I remember the screenshots/gifs of this scene hitting tumblr--that moment when every hopeful sapphic fan watching the show when it released went OKAY WAIT we're not making shit up this time are we??? ARE WE???

Also at least one person working on this show likes period dramas where tons of emotional plot happens during extremely formal dances where everyone is barely touching

there's nearly a billion gifs of that scene from one of the versions of Pride and Prejudice, but also:

once again proving my advanced age, this movie came out when I was 17 and side note I'm the same age as Claire Danes, anyhoodle

Has Adora been dancing Lead this whole time

HNNNNGNGHGHGHHHHHH IT'S SO GOOD

EXTREMELY UNDIGNIFIED NOISES Adora literally has one thigh between Catra's gghngng

i want to EAT IT

I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT FOR THIS POST LOLOL i don't wanna cut any out imma post this and then reblog it

[yunjardi]

my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, usage of the nickname whore & slut, reader goes to a sex club, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, protected sex, lovemaking, oral, fingering, handjob, angst, alcohol (getting drunk), low self-esteem, light mentions of an emotionally abusive family, lots of plot]

previous chapters:

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

*i apologize for any grammar errors

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chapter 5: distraction from the distraction

you were flopped down on your couch with the feeling of utter defeat when you heard a certain knock at your door; that knock being you and yeji's code-knock that you two made a long time ago for shits and giggles. you roll off the couch and go answer the door and yeji immediately butts into your house and puts the bags of snacks and alcohol on the counter next to perry's fishbowl.

"okay, now spill how your little date with jake went," yeji said, leaning against the counter and narrowing her eyes at you dramatically as you shoved snacks into your mouth, chewing and swallowing before you began to talk. "okay, i'll tell you... once i get a little bit of alcohol in my system," you sighed as you grabbed various cups and shot glasses out of your cupboard to fill with drinks that'll hopefully make you forget about how much of an idiot you are. you and yeji poured out a few drinks and you downed a few shots before talking.

"for the past however long jake has been in my life, time has flown by so fast to the point where i don't even feel like life is real. it's not that i don't like it, it's just that i've been prioritizing him over everything subconsciously. it's dumb and i shouldn't do it, but i feel like i can't stop myself. i'm always thinking of what i'm gonna do next time i see him instead of thinking about my priorities. shit, i almost completely forgot about that huge assignment that's worth 45% of our final semester grade, and you know i never forget about important stuff like that. i don't work long shifts at the bar as often anymore because i can't seem to stay there long enough without ditching to hang out with jake. i barely focus at school anymore and if i don't graduate because of this shit, you know what'll happen if my family finds out; you know that they'll trash me as if they paid for me to go to school. all the money i've saved up from working at the bar is wearing thin because i'm not there enough to keep earning my own money. i don't want to be 'reliant' on jake because if anyone in my family hears about it, they'll call me a gold digger and a whore; you and i both know that they'll do and/or say anything to put me down. i need to get my shit together, i need to stop this shit, i need to go back to my normal life," you said between tears and swigs of alcohol as yeji rubbed your back and tried her best to dry your river of tears that made your eye makeup run down your face, but you weren't done just yet.

"a-and it looks so fucking wrong from an outside perspective; a low class girl walking around with a rich guy, but it feels so blissful. he makes me feel so good, so why i feel so... guilty? he deserves so much better than a girl like me, but he treats me as if i'm everything to him. i want to leave him because i know that he's probably just lonely and doesn't truly want me, but i can't bring myself to ditch him like that; he makes me feel like i'm worth something after almost a whole life of feeling useless and worthless to myself and my family. am i using him? using him to make myself feel good, or do i actually- no- there's no way. i'm not even gonna say that word," you kept spilling your emotions to yeji even though you were already beginning to slur your words.

"i literally fucked him three times today alone-" "three?!" yeji cut you off in disbelief after staying silent the whole conversation. "yes, three whole times, and it felt so fucking good and intimate every time as if we have some kind of connection. fuck, i fucking hate this. i need to focus on something that isn't him; i need a distraction from my distraction," you rambled on and on while taking even more sips of alcohol, "yeji, i don't want to care about him the way that do. i don't want to be crushed and destroyed when he inevitably leaves me for someone better."

"y/n, don't say stuff like that. i know that you think that you aren't worthy enough, but i'm here to tell you that you're completely wrong; you're more than worthy of a fulfilling life whether it's with jake or without him. don't listen to those fuckwads of parents and siblings because they're fucking wrong. i know you, and i know that you're going to push through this situation, again, with jake or without him," yeji said reassuringly after taking a small sip of her less strong drink, "and for the record, i think that he feels the same way." she let out a small chuckle at her last statement.

just hearing yeji's reassuring words made you feel ten times better. "i'm sorry for just dumping all of this on you. you're the most amazing best friend a bitch like me could've ever asked for," you laughed through slurred words as you squeezed her tightly in your arms. "eww, don't be cheesy," yeji teased as she squeezed you back, "now, let's think of some distractions since that's what you want to do."

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not long after yeji's proposal to think of distractions you two, ironically, got distracted and started watching a movie which resulted in yeji falling asleep on the couch.

after the movie ended, you stumbled into your room and onto your bed only to hear your phone buzz which was odd considering how late it was. you reached over to grab your phone, and to your surprise, it was jake. speak of the devil. without a second thought, you opened up his messages.

'how counterproductive of you, y/n,' you thought to yourself with a sigh as you buried your face into your pillow that still had the lingering scent of jake's cologne. he was irresistible even when he wasn't around.

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you woke up with a pounding headache to the feeling of yeji gently shaking your shoulder as light beamed through the parts of the window that weren't draped in your blackout curtains.

"y/n," yeji said, dragging out the last syllable of your name, "you gotta wake up before your hangover gets worse. i'll make you tea and something to eat, and good god you need to go grocery shopping because your pantry and fridge are almost empty." you groaned and tossed in your bed, your body sore most likely from the three rounds of sex and your hangover on top of that. "give me a few minutes," you groaned, "ugh, i feel like puking my guts out." yeji chuckled and nudged your shoulder again. "that's because you got shitfaced last night. now, get out of bed and at least lay on the couch," she said as she tugged on your arm to sit you up even though you wanted to just flop back onto the mattress.

after yeji walked back into the kitchen area, you pushed yourself out of your bed and stumbled into the bathroom, your headache pounding to a point where you had to hold onto the counter for support while you brushed your teeth and washed your face. a sudden wave of nausea hit you, so you decided to sit on the bathroom floor with your head resting against the wall.

"yeji," you called out from the bathroom, "i feel disgusting." you heard her let out a snicker from the kitchen. "that's because you drank yourself stupid last night, y/n," yeji said sarcastically, "here, i'll come help you get up." once again, another moment where you realized that you have the most amazing best friend as she practically dragged you onto one of your dining chairs.

"here, eat. i gotta go soon, and i wanna make sure that you at least eat something before i go," she said as she pushed a bowl of ramyeon in your direction. you slowly began eating as yeji collected her things to get ready to head home.

"i'm gonna lay down," you said weakly as you left the bowl, still more than halfway full of ramyeon, on the table, "i'll be on the couch if you need me." yeji laughed as she picked up her backpack and swung it over her shoulder, looking back at you slumped over on the couch.

"hey," she said in a more serious tone, "sober up quickly. we have class and work tomorrow, so you gotta be able to focus." you were startled when she followed her sentence with a surprised yelp as she opened the front door to see someone with their hand out, about to knock on the now opened door. you let out a tired "huh?" as you felt the cold air coming into the house.

"hi... jake," yeji said awkwardly as the two stood on opposite sides of the doorway, "what brings you here so early?" she asked with genuine curiosity, your ears perking up immediately upon hearing his name.

"o-oh, i just wanted to come check on her because i hadn't heard from her since last night. i also have an odd suspicion that something's... wrong." he was right, there was something wrong. yeji sucked in a breath as she twisted her head slightly in your direction. "well..." she said with a light chuckled as she fully turned her head, jake peering into the house to see you flopped on the couch with a blanket barely covering your dead-looking body. once she noticed how alarmed he was, yeji opened the door wider to let him in.

"hey, baby, what's wrong? are you okay? are you sick?" jake asked in a concerned tone, letting more questions roll out of his mouth as he felt your forehead to check for a fever as if you were actually sick.

'baby,' you repeated in your head. your heart heated up at hearing his voice say that word to you. that wasn't the point, but you still managed to feel all warm and fuzzy at the nickname.

"she's fine, don't worry," yeji assured him, "she just has a bit of a hangover." she chucked nervously as jake rested his chin on the part of the sofa where your head was, observing your face as he sat on the cold floor. you wanted so badly to kiss him because of how close in proximity your face was to his, but you had to tell yourself no for the sake of trying to quit being emotionally attached to him.

"do you mind watching over her for a little while? i hate to ask such a favor from you but-"

"i'll do it. i'll stay by her side all day if i have to."

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you woke up on the couch to the sound of dishes clanking around in the sink, your body sore from the weird position you were pretzeled in while you were asleep. you sat up, rubbing your eyes to see jake standing in front of your sink washing all the cups and shot glasses you and yeji had used the night before. embarrassed, you called out to him softly.

"jaeyun-ah, what are you doing?" you asked quietly, sleep still plaguing your voice. you could practically feel him perk up at your voice and from you saying his real name, which you'd never done before. "just cleaning up some dishes that you had in the sink," jake said sweetly and nonchalantly as he turned his head to look at your embarrassed expression, chuckling at how cute you looked when you were half asleep, "relax, princess. i don't mind doing this stuff. go ahead and lay down." reluctantly, you followed his instructions and put your head back down on a decorative throw pillow that was on your couch, which you learned would be convenient for hangover driven couch naps.

soon, jake finished washing dishes in the kitchen and crouched down by the couch, his eyes glimmering as they looked into yours. "why are you looking at me like that?" you giggled as you covered your face with the blanket shyly. "because you're cute," he responded with a sweet smile, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

'shut up, shut up, shut up,' you thought to yourself as you tried to push away your romantic thoughts regarding jake. you wanted so badly to not be fazed by his words and actions, but it's as if he had you under some kind of spell.

"i wanna lay on my bed," you groaned quietly, your hangover making it hard to talk. "here," jake said, positioning his arms to carry you bridal style, "i don't want you to have to walk, so you get a free ride." he joked as you cozied yourself into his arms, jake lifting you effortlessly into your room and onto your bed which relieved the stiffness that your body felt from being on the couch for so long.

"now, as per protocol, i must lay next to you," jake said in a goofy manner as he slid underneath the covers to cozy himself into bed with you. "whose protocol?" you teased as you rolled you eyes playfully at his dumb joke. "dr. jake sim's protocol; he's a very esteemed doctor that you should trust," jake said between a few giggles as he playfully yet gently wrapped his arms around your waist, making you shift as you leaned toward him from the ticklish feeling.

it felt like the more you wanted to distance yourself from him, the closer you two got. every touch felt so loving and intimate, and it pained you to know that you had to let him go though he brought you so much joy. he deserves more than a lower-class girl, and you vowed not to get too comfortable but you feel like you're already are.

the feeling of his warm chest against your back brought you another level of safety and comfort. jake proceeded to snake his hands all over your body in a surprisingly nonsexual manner as you began to feel yourself drifting off to sleep again. in the midst of your body falling into a sleepy state, jake pressed kisses along your jawline and shoulder. "comfortable?" was the last thing you heard him say before you fully let sleep take over your body to which you think you responded verbally, but if you didn't, the fact that you'd fallen asleep was enough of an answer.

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you woke up with your head resting on jake's chest and the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. "feeling better?" he asked once you opened your eyes. you let out a quiet hum in response as you rolled off of him to stretch your body out. "i think i'll feel even better after a shower," you said sleepily as you put your head down on a pillow.

"wanna save water?" jake asked with a smirk. "what are you suggesting, hm?" you said teasingly as you ran a finger down his jawline. "i'll show you if you let me," he said, looking into your eyes with lust.

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in what felt like milliseconds, your back was against the bathroom door as you and jake made out, the steam of the shower fogging up the bathroom mirror. between kisses, you two began to strip each other down, eventually making your way into the warm shower as jake adored your beautiful curves. to him, your body looked like a perfectly sculpted work of art.

the warm water ran down your bodies as jake began to trail his hands from your chest down to your ass, his breath hitching once you began to reciprocate; running your hands down his abs and down to his throbbing hard member, wrapping your hand around it and slowly beginning to stroke him.

"such a good girl for me. now let me show you what good girls get," jake breathed out, making you let go of his cock so he could put you in a position that gave him easy access to your wet pussy. he bent you over and you held onto the built-in towel rack that was on the wall of the shower. you arched your back, inviting him to please you as he teasingly slid his fingers up and down your slick entrance, wanting you to get needier for him.

"please?" you whined quietly as you turned to look at him with your sweet, innocent eyes, "i need to feel you." jake chuckled cockily as he put a finger into you, a wave of pleasure shooting through your body which prompted you to let out a moan. "such a sweet princess. you're so cute when you're needy," he teased as he slipped another finger in, pumping and curling them in and out of your sensitive entrance as you moaned out for him.

"n-need your cock so bad," you whimpered as he fingered you roughly, your wetness dripping down his fingers and your thighs. jake pulled his fingers out of you and planted a sensual kiss on your shoulder as he teased your entrance with his tip, making your legs lightly tremble in anticipation until he finally pushed himself inside you. he offered you his hand to hold, which you accepted, as he continued to inch himself into you, squeezing it while you adjusted to his size.

"my princess," jake whispered as he bottomed out, "so beautiful." he sensually kissed down your shoulders as he gently thrusted in and out of you, making you moan for him.

the lovemaking that you and jake did hit you in the heart in indescribable ways. yeah, the rough sex was incredibly hot, but there was something about the intimacy of lovemaking that made you think that you lov-

your thoughts were interrupted by a huge and intense wave of pleasure that hit your body which caused you to let out a loud moan as jake softly kneaded your ass. "god, jake," you gasped as you gently began to push your ass back at him, jake groaning at the sight and feeling of your ass bouncing against his hips, "feels s-so good."

"i know, princess, i know," jake whispered in your ear, strands of his wet blonde hair falling onto his forehead, "fuck, i'm not gonna last long. you feel so fucking good." the two of you were both in a state of euphoria as you felt the pleasure take over your bodies, jake cumming inside you not long after. you didn't know an action as simple as shower sex would be so erotically intimate.

after you two calmed down from your highs, you began to clean up, jake helping you wash your body and condition your hair. you did the same for him: reaching up to wash his shoulders as he jokingly lowered his head so you could reach it better when you began to shampoo his hair. you and jake shared laughs as you two helped each other clean up.

when things calmed down from being playful and silly, jake gently moved behind you, your back against his toned abs as he held you. the feeling of warm water running down both your bodies as you subconsciously began to shift side to side in unison was one of the most comforting feelings that you'd ever felt. jake rested his chin on your shoulder and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek, making your stomach flood with butterflies.

you wished that it was easier to run away from your feelings for jake, but no matter how much you wanted to deny it, he made you feel so special. the way he always looked out for you no matter the circumstance, the way he held you at night while you two drifted off to sleep, the way he cares about you; those were things that could never seem to make their way out of your mind.

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after getting dried off and settled down, you and jake decided to lay back down on your bed again the way you were before taking a shower.

"today's been so relaxing," jake hummed against your shoulder as he held you from behind. you nodded in response, lifting your head from your pillow to cozy yourself against his chest in a way that you could hear his heartbeat. you figured you'd enjoy the moment to its fullest since your plan to create distance between the two of you was delayed by his sudden arrival. it could be fate bringing the two of you closer, but you decided to brush off that cliché thought and do what you thought would be best for him. because after all, you were doing this for his sake, right? so he could have someone better.

"you know," jake started, "it's been awhile since i've been this carefree." your eyes widened in response. "really?" you asked with genuine curiosity. "mhm," jake nodded, "i don't know, there's just something about being with you that puts me at ease." you blushed because you knew you felt the same way, you just didn't want to admit that to him in fear that things might escalate and you'd get hurt when he inevitably left you for someone that's actually in his league.

"you're such a sweetheart, jake, you know that, right?" you smiled as you reached your hand up to cup his cheek, physically feeling his smile which drove you crazy. "don't make me shy," he whined playfully as his face turned warm to the touch, "that's my job." your eyes widened at his statement, now knowing that he's fully aware of his affect on you. though oddly enough, your new knowledge of him knowing how he makes you feel gives you a bit of hope knowing that he's probably just trying to make you feel good and doesn't actually feel anything romantic between the two of you. sort of a win-lose situation for you though considering that you kinda have a thing for him.

"shush!" you said playfully, followed by a kiss on the lips from jake. "the only way i'll shut up is if i'm kissing you, so..." he said teasingly before littering your face and lips with kisses. your heart was racing miles as you began to reciprocate; giving him kisses as well until you found yourself straddling him, gently pinning him down by his shoulders in a playful manner and continuing your little 'kissing battle' with him.

though the situation began as wholesome and lovey, things took a 180 when you jake began to snake his hands all over your body, slowly riling you up until you were undeniably horny for him for the second time in the same day. you two just couldn't seem to take your hands off of each other sexually and non-sexually. his hands finally found their way into your panties once you two got lost in a make out session, his fingers alternating between toying with the waistband and rubbing your pussy through the wet fabric.

"daddy, please?" you looked up at him in a begging manner, desperate for him to please you again. he placed another kiss on your lips before hooking his fingers onto the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down. "i could never say no to you, my princess," he said seductively as he placed gentle pecks on your neck while massaging your clit, waves of pleasure forming in your stomach as you let out quiet moans.

jake wasted no time pushing two fingers inside you, still giving you a little bit of time to adjust before pumping them in and out of you. your eyes rolled back as you moaned out for him, inflating jake's ego which made him work harder to please you. "f-feels good," you whimpered, you and jake maintaining eye contact as he picked up his pace. you pushed your hips against his fingers, wanting more, which gave jake the green light to go faster.

you bit your lip and whined, feeling your walls pulse as you listened to the sound of your wetness against jake's long fingers. "gonna cum, princess?" jake taunted teasingly as he began to rub your clit with his thumb, "be a good girl and cum for me." you nodded your head and let out loud moans as jake curled his fingers against your sweet spot, "i-i wanna be a good girl for daddy." jake smirked then gave you a kiss as you let yourself unravel, moaning against his beautiful plump lips.

"fuck, i'm not done with you," jake mumbled against your neck as he pulled his fingers out of you and lowered himself down to your now sore entrance, latching his lips onto your warmth, cleaning your up. you moaned at the overstimulation as you tangled your fingers in his hair, slightly pulling it. you let him take control of your body while you laid back and enjoyed the pleasure, letting jake play with you however he wanted.

when he finished, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, which was sexy for some reason, then casually went back to cuddling you. "can i sleep over?" jake asked cutely as he put his face in the crook of your neck. you sighed internally knowing that you had to tell him no.

"i have a super busy today tomorrow, jake, and i don't wanna trouble you with that since i'll be waking up early for school. plus, i have a long shift at work after school," you sighed as you looked into his puppy-dog eyes. a big part of you really wanted to let him stay, but you knew that you had to stand your ground. jake fake pouted as he put his face back in the crook of your neck, clinging onto you like a koala and not wanting to separate himself from you.

"i don't wanna go," jake whined, "i'm gonna miss you again tonight." you sighed internally as you played with his hair. "i know, jakey, i'm gonna miss you too," you responded honestly, jake still not letting go of you, "i'll go see you whenever i can, just not tomorrow because of how busy i'll be although i wish i could." he gave you a kiss in understanding but was visibly gloomy about not being able to see you.

it only gets harder to distance yourself from him because he doesn't seem to want to be separated from you either. you let out the nth internal sigh of the day as you let jake hold you close to his chest, gaining comfort from the feeling though it was wrong. so, so wrong.

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waking up for the second morning in a row without jake by your side made you feel a bit empty, but you were adamant in telling yourself to get used to living without him. it's not like he's been around you your whole life, so all you had to do was live the way you did before you met him, though that was easier said than done.

even getting dressed to go to university without him felt weird for some reason; maybe it was because all the new clothes that you got lately were all bought by jake, but still, it felt odd regardless.

walking out your door and into the cold autumn air only made you wish that jake was there even more. walking with you with his hand in yours, making you feel warm as you walked to the underground train station.

as soon as you took your seat on the train, you put your earphones in to listen to music, hoping to make yourself feel calm before class.

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"y/n! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever!" jeongin said with a huge smile plastered on his face as you two hugged each other. you giggled at his cute smile after you two separated from each other's embrace. "yeah i know, right?" you agreed as you took a seat next to him, "we should hang out again." you suggested. after all, you enjoyed it last time, and plus, it would help you get away from jake. "i'd love that," jeongin smiled, "just give me a time and place and i'll be there." you nodded in response as you spotted yeji coming into the lecture hall. you motioned for her to come sit by you and jeongin, and she happily trotted over to the two of you.

"sorry i'm later than usual today," yeji chuckled as she placed her backpack down by her seat, "i slept in longer than i thought i would. but anyway, i'm glad to see that you sobered up well, y/n." yeji joked as you widened your eyes in embarrassment. "hangover?" jeongin asked with a giggle as you nodded mildly shamefully in response, "aww, well, i'm glad you're okay now."

jeongin was such a sweet guy, and you were genuinely looking forward to hanging out with him, but you couldn't help but feel a pinch of guilt because you didn't want it to seem like you were just using him as some sort of distraction from jake. though hanging out with him would certainly help with that, it wasn't your motive.

within a few minutes, the lecture began and you, yeji, and jeongin began to take notes between the professor's blabbering about whatever he felt like talking about that didn't relate to the lesson at all. 'just two more months,' you kept repeating to yourself in order to keep your sanity as you tried desperately not to lose interest in what your professor was going on a tangent about. you knew it was bad when even jeongin, an extremely dedicated student, was dozing off during the lecture. yeji, on the other hand, was shamelessly slouching in her seat with her chin in the palm of her hand and her eyes closed, leaving her pink pen uncapped and notes half written.

though you were upset to admit it, you zoned out during the lecture and only gained your focus back when the class ended. you shook yeji roughly by her shoulder to wake her but gently rubbed jeongin's shoulder to make sure he was awake. to be fair, yeji was a heavy sleeper and your best friend which meant you naturally loved messing with her.

"c'mon guy, the lecture is over now, you can go home and sleep," you chuckled as they both groaned and lifted their heads off the table. yeji was lucky she had the night shift at work because that meant she could at least get some rest before going into work, but you on the other hand had work almost immediately after class, so after waving goodbye to yeji and jeongin, you dashed out of the lecture hall to get ready for work.

upon arriving outside the bar, you took a deep breath before walking in and proceeded to open the doors with confidence. it feels like forever since you've worn your work outfit, and you forgot how much confidence it gave you; it made you feel kinda... sexy? then, after waving at your coworkers and saying your hellos, you headed to your side of the bar to begin working your 8 hour shift.

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work started off the same as usual: mixing cocktails, serving rounds of shots, chatting with customers, but then you noticed a group of 4 girls that were congregating around your side of the bar and making a bit of a ruckus and looking all around the area, so naturally you went over to them to ask if anything was wrong.

"hey, is there anything i can get for you guys? any drinks, snacks?" you asked politely to hide your annoyance. "oh, we're just waiting here to see if someone comes in," one of the girls said nonchalantly. "oh, well, do you mind taking a seat while you do so? we don't want the other guests to think there's something going on," you said in a stern yet still hospitable tone.

"oh yeah, sorry about that," the girl spoke again as she and her friends took seats at your bar, "...so, do you happen to know a sim jaeyun, or sorry, some people just know him as jake?" she asked somewhat mockingly when she referred to him as just 'jake.' you decided to play around with this unexpected question.

"why do you ask?" you said with fake curiosity sprinkled in your voice, "i'm not really fond of guest's names." she perked up and looked at her friends before starting. "he's the hottest chaebol around right now, like, it's crazy that he's super hot and super rich. he's been spotted around here a few times, but there's also been rumors of him being spotted with an unrecognizable girl who is definitely not part of the business world. people who've spotted him around with this poor chick haven't been able to get a clear shot of them, so we could never see her face or anything. he should be with someone who's in the upper class like he is, so whoever that girl is should back off before she embarrasses herself, right?"

saying that your heart dropped would be the biggest understatement in the world. is that really what other rich people thought of you? a 'poor chick' that's an embarrassment to jake's existence? you wanted to run away and bawl your eyes out, but you stomached all of this information and responded.

"o-oh wow, i never knew about all that. maybe i should keep up with stuff like that, huh?" you replied as you pretended to dry off wine glasses, trying to sound as nonchalant and unfazed as possible even though you wanted to roll yourself into a ball and never be seen again.

"it's dumb that whoever that girl is thinks that jake "loves her" or something. she looks like a charity case!" she laughed along with her friends. "w-wow, is it really that bad?" you asked, trying with all your might not to let tears stream down your face, "is that really what she seems like?" one of the other girls nodded. "yeah, it's kinda depressing to look at." all of the girls chimed in with various 'yeahs' and other agreements.

'depressing, huh?' you thought to yourself as you played with one of the heart-shaped diamonds on your bracelet. it was getting increasingly difficult to not bawl your eyes out in embarrassment the longer you were standing in front of these girls who basically thought you were a joke.

"well, i hope he shows up," you fake smiled, "my shift is about to end, so would you guys like anything before i head out?" you asked although you didn't want to serve these girls who all agreed that you were a charity case that jake didn't give a shit about. "hmmm... we'll buy have some strawberry soju," she said as she looked behind you and at the alcohol bottles that were on display. you nodded and turned around to pour a round of shots for them, leaving soon after serving them.

you left out the back door and into the cool autumn air, finally letting your tears pour down your face as you walked down the dark streets that were only lit up by streetlights. you thought about just going home to hide from the world, but then you had an idea; a cheap and mildly pathetic way to forget this shit temporarily.

a sex club

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you stared at the entrance of this random sex club before just saying 'fuck it' and going in.

you were greeted by some surprisingly attractive people who were all there for one thing: sex. you must've come on a good day because there were a lot of amazingly handsome men that you wouldn't mind getting with, but there was one guy in particular that you were making eye contact with. he was tall, had sexy, toned biceps, and beautiful hands that you thought would look delightful all over your body. his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through you as he looked you up and down before finally approaching the red couch you were seated on.

"we're both here for the same reason, so do we even need an introduction?" he smirked, radiating the sexiest confidence that you'd ever seen. "sexy and confident? i like you already," you flirted back, standing up and running your hands seductively down his chest and scanning his face. you looked at the beauty mark on the side of his nose, not being able to take your eyes off of his pretty face. "let's not waste anymore time. rent a room and i'll show you a good time." and at that, he went over to the front desk to request a private room for the two of you.

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"shit," he hissed at the feeling of your tongue against his member, "beautiful and skilled with her tongue. i hit the jackpot with you." he kept running his fingers through your hair as you sat between his legs, sucking his cock as he praised you for being talented with your tongue.

eventually, you ended up sitting on his lap, straddling him as you let him leave kisses on your neck and the exposed skin of your chest. "fuck," you muttered as he rubbed your clit with his pretty fingers, "put your cock in me." you begged quietly which boosted his ego. smirking, he rolled a condom onto his length and positioned himself right outside your entrance, slowly pushing himself in which only made you needier as he bottomed out.

he roughly thrusted in and out of you, making your back arch off the bed that you two were fucking on. "you feel so fucking good," he groaned out as you moaned out for him with teary eyes from the pleasure, "now put your ass up and face down." he commanded as he pulled out of you, your arousal covering the condom. you positioned yourself exactly how he asked you to and he soon put his cock back inside you, beginning to fuck you like there's no tomorrow as you gripped the sheets of the rental room's bed and rubbed your clit for more stimulation.

"so needy, aren't you?" he said as he landed a harsh slap on your thigh, "you wanna cum so bad, don't you?" you slowly nodded your head up and down, "p-please?" you whimpered, practically begging him to fuck you until you cry "i wanna cum s-so bad." he let out a light and sexy chuckle as he kneaded your ass. "what a whore," he said sternly followed by a spank, "get on top and ride me. show me how much you really want it."

you happily obliged and straddled him, sinking down on his hard on and moaning at the feeling of him touching your sweet spot once he was completely inside you. you began to rock your hips against his, using one arm to hold onto his shoulder for support and the other to play with your clit as you rode him. he threw his head back in pleasure as you scanned his handsome face again; that beautiful mole on the side of his nose bridge was oddly charming to look at while you were fucking him.

you were surprised how easily he made you cum, and you were starting to think half of the reason you came so fast was being extremely attracted to looking at his face while bouncing on his cock. "work for another one, slut," he commanded as you began to slow down. you whined at his request but still obliged for the sake of your pleasure. the room was filled with moans once more as you chased another orgasm, again finishing faster than you thought as you felt him release into the condom with a low groan escaping his lips.

the two of you laid down on your backs on the bed for a bit to catch your breath before you began gathering your clothes and putting them on, feeling mildly ashamed for what you just did. "already in a rush?" he joked with a chuckle to which you just laughed in response while putting on your clothes, not wanting to look back at him due to the tears that were threatening to escape your eyes.

sex with this guy was fun but at the same time, it wasn't. it felt amazing, yes, but it didn't feel the same way as when you and jake did it; there was just something missing. the sex felt good, so why did you feel so guilty? guilty as if you betrayed jake or something. he isn't even your boyfriend, so why were you so worried about it?

"i just have homework to do tonight," you said with a light chuckle, still not looking back at him because your eyes were beginning to become teary, "thanks for the fun." you joked in attempt to hide your cracking voice. "wait, i didn't get your name. mine is-"

you cut him off by gently shutting the door and speed-walking out of the sex club in tears. you phoned a taxi to pick you up at the end of the street because you didn't want to have to explain why you were at a sex club in the first place. you tried to calm down in the meantime before your ride showed up, the cold air helping dry your tears as you patted your eyes with your sleeve as well. not long after, the taxi driver pulled up to the street sign and let you inside.

"so, where to?"

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"here? a-are you sure?" the taxi driver questioned as she pulled up outside your destination, looking around the area. "yeah, this is it," you said sheepishly, still holding in a waterfall of tears, "thank you so much." you bowed upon exiting her passenger's seat after paying.

then came the walk up the long entrance and driveway, though you managed to make it to the front door without crying. it was when you rang the doorbell that the tears began to leak out of the corners of your eyes. the house was dark and after awhile, you began to think he wasn't home. but suddenly, the light outside the door flicked on and you heard the door unlock.

tears. so many tears streamed down from your eyes. you just couldn't stop, not even when you looked up to see him.

"hey now, don't cry. what's wrong, baby? did anyone hurt you?" jake asked with shock and surprise upon just waking up, feeling your body for any injuries after letting go from your embrace. you couldn't even form a sentence from how much you were bawling your eyes out; you just kept crying as if you were alone in your room. jake gently brought you inside to sit you down on the couch and warm up as he held you close, your tears wetting his shirt.

all the tears you'd been holding in the entire day uncontrollably poured out as jake held onto you, intertwining his fingers with yours and gently kissing the top of your head while you cried, silently letting you know that he wasn't going to leave you in a state of distress.

"shhh, it's gonna be okay, princess," jake reassured you as cupped your face he wiped your tears with his thumbs, "do you want to talk about it? it's completely okay if you don't want to." you sniffled and looked into his eyes. "i just can't stop crying and

n-need you to hold me," you said shyly with a hint of defeat between sniffles as jake rested his chin on your shoulder. "always, princess. here, let's go to my room and get some rest, you can wear my clothes to sleep, yeah?" you nodded as you hopped off of jake's lap, taking his hand as he walked you to his bedroom.

he carefully helped you change into one of his shirts as if you were as physically fragile as your emotional state, but it was genuinely sweet nonetheless. jake even went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water to put on your bedside table just the way you liked it. he knew you better than you wanted him to.

your plan was to get away from jake, but here you were, letting jake give you butterfly kisses on you face, neck, and shoulders until you fell asleep in his arms.

your heart just had to accept that you can't resist jake sim no matter how hard you tried.

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a/n: hi gang, sorry this chapter took longer than i thought it would, i fr thought i could get this one out super quick but my smooth brain disagreed with that. anyway i hope you guys picked up on who y/n fucked bc i tried to make it super obvious 👀👀

also pls lmk what you guys think of the incorporation of the little texts in between some of the story! should i keep doing it or do you guys think it's distracting?

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The Empress pt.VII

Ya like weddings?

Warnings: Hinting to sexual Innuendos.

   “I don't mind them” you said, taking your seat in front of him per usual. “Why do you ask?” you questioned, your head tilting slightly. your eyes watching his kind ones.

   “General Hawthorne is marrying her lover, since she is a friend of mine since our early childhood, she asked me to walk her down the isle in place of her deceased father” you smiled gently finding that action very sweet. “Since I was going with my family... I was curious if you would attend as my date perhaps?” pink dusted his cheeks, watching your eyes intently for your response. your cheeks flushed at the question.

   “I-Id love too” you said, eyes slightly widened. You could feel your heart beating faster, subconsciously you started to fidget with your hands. He asked you as his date. Phil’s words laced through your mind slowly. 

   Techno's form visibly relaxed at your words. feeling a major weight lifted off his shoulders. He had herd from Phil that you were quite soft with the thought of him, as was Techno of you. after your nightly snowball fight, Techno couldn't get you out of his mind. That night he thought for hours on the sight of you under him, smiling ever so fondly up at him. It had his heart in complete knots. He could tell you trusted him completely. For how you always put your guard down around him, it made it easy for him to read you. He saw your lingering eyes at dinners and the casual times you would reach out for him, hug him or just make attempts at contact. He could hear how your voice was when he had to leave. You wanted him to stay. Techno would admit, although he wasn't one for many gatherings. the idea of seeing you in something more formal had him rather eager. He never had a taste for the court women, there poofy frilly dresses, all the extra jewelry they would drape on themselves. He never found attraction to it. Yet when his eyes linger to you, he couldn't wait to see how you presented yourself. Would you wear jewelry? He thought back to the golden earrings you had made a while ago. his eyes lingered to his desk drawer.

   “I suppose if your going as my date, you should have the finest things. correct?” Techno's eyes glanced to you. You looked at him doe-eyed, he had to clear his throat and glance away. His cheeks going pinker at the sight of you.

   “I-I... I mean, I’ll be ok with what I have Techno” You watched him. He pulled one of his drawers out and taken something out.

   Techno sighed. “(y/n) I'm gonna be honest with you...” He said walking to stand in front of you. He offered you his hand, when you took it you could feel how clamy his hand was. He was nervous. He gently pulled you up so you were standing in front of him. although he towered you, you were not scared by his presence. You actually found him very comforting. He gently let go of your hand and showed you a little velvet box. You recognized this box easily. It’s what you put the earrings you made in. “Do you remember these?” He asked. You nodded in response. how could you forget after all. “What was the ingot, and gem’s I gave you, when you made these?” You paused briefly. thinking back on this.

   “It was a gold ingot, and emerald's” You said looking up to him, your eyes never leaving his. 

   “It wasn't just any golden ingot” He said, his eyes now finding yours. “Do you remember when I raided that Mansion? the night we found Tommy?” You nodded. again, how could you forget something that was important to you. Yes, you remembered it for Tommy, but it also was the day Techno said the two of you were friends. “That night I left with a totem of undying. That totem will guarantee that the person holding it will not die.” He pressed his lips.  collecting his thoughts. “I..I-I don't let people very close to me... But you, Your just different. I-I, I cant put my finger on why. But you are, and when I say I will protect you. I promise, I will protect you.” His cheeks were a light red now. He was stumbling over his words as he opened the box to show the earrings you made. “I understand that at times, I wont be at your side. But I made a promise to your father, that at no point would I ley harm befall you” You gently rested your hand on his to reassure him. He was nervous, you knew he had no reason to. But that didn't stop him from stumbling over himself. “What I'm tryin’ to say is. Please... Please wear these for me...”

   You knew Techno well enough to know that this was his way of saying he cared for you. He was asking you to wear something that would prevent your life from ending. You gave him a kind smile, almost a loving one. “Anything to make you happy” You said softly. His eyes softened by ten-fold. Oh you definitely had his heart in your hand. “could you put them in for me?” You asked, looking up at him. He gave you a slow nod. gently removing your studs, he placed them on his desk as to not loose them to the floor. You felt him put your new emerald earrings in. The Gold of them made with totem of undying. The earrings you now wore, were the same style ones that Techno and Phil wore together. The three of you now having matching earrings.

   Techno’s eyes lingered as he put the earrings in. You were so warm to the touch, your skin ever so soft. when you looked up to him with innocence. He couldn't help but think of other things...

   later that night you were sitting on your bed thinking. You had forgotten to ask Techno about himself. Far to lost with the moment he gave you, your new favorite earrings. You glanced to your clock. It was late. Your mind drifted back to Techno. You couldn't stop yourself, you wanted to see him again and talk to him more. 

   “maybe... just a quick visit...” you said to yourself as you got up, slowly waling out of your room. Heading for Technoblade’s room. You had never been to his room, of course you’ve passed it. But you’ve never had a reason to enter, until now. You knocked gently on the large door. waiting for a ‘Enter’ or some signal to go in.

   When the door opened it was your turn to go speechless, and red with blush. Techno stood there lazily, his hair was completely down and brushed out of every braid he normally wore. He had no crown, and no shirt. You couldn't help how your eyes fell, I mean you already were chest level with him, but this did not help. He did go pink at your longing stare, choosing to tease you about it for more amusement. “You know my eye’s are up here Princess...” You drew in a breath and quickly spewed out apologies. only earning a fond chuckle from him. “I'm only kiddin’” He leaned on the door way well giving you a moment to compose yourself. Your blush never leaving. “what brings you to my room? Don't tell me your still tryna’ sleep with me now” You gave him a shy smile before starting.

   “I uhm.. wanted to actually ask you a bit about yourself... I meant to earlier, but we were side tracked with the earrings.” You explained. He hummed and stepped aside for you. You gave him a quizzical look not understanding why he moved.

   “I'm not going to talk to you at my doorway, Princess” You realized he wanted you to come inside. you slowly entered, having not expected this turn of advents. Well you looked around you realized he actually had a nice room. It was a decent size room. In the middle was a rather large, four-poster bed, the covers were pulled back a bit signaling he probably had just gotten out of bed to get the door. There was a fireplace across from his bed with two sofa’s placed in front of it. He had two doors made of glass that led to a rather large balcony beside his bed. Where the room looked natural, there were books lingering, and set aside everywhere, he had bookshelves against the wall. Somehow it fit for him. On one wall there were two doors. one probably being a bathroom and the other for a closet. His room was actually pretty cold contrasting to the way it looked. You assumed it was like this because his body temperature was hotter like Phil said. “Would you like to sit at the sofa or the bed?” his eyes lingered yours. 

   Glancing between the two you really didn't mind, your rubbed your arms from the chill of the room well you thought. Techno had noticed this and walked towards his bed, pulling the covers back more. “Here... clime in over here. If your cold now, your just going to get colder.” you looked to him and went pink. You chewed your lip a bit thinking, ultimately deciding it wouldn't hurt to sit beside him.

   You walked over and climbed up onto his bed. it was so soft, you relaxed down and pulled the covers over your legs, praying for the heaviness of the blankets to rush forth their warmth. Techno climbed in next to you and got comfortable again. As he shifted he figured he would ask. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” he moved his head to face yours. 

   You both were laying on your backs, loosely facing each other. “Well... I guess id just like to know more. You know about my childhood and stuff... I was curious if I could know about yours maybe” He pondered a bit, thinking about your words.

   “I suppose that’s fair. It’s a bit lengthy though, princess” you shifted your body and faced him, showing he had your full attention.

   “I don't mind. Your interesting, anything you tell me will be worth it” He smiled softly at you.

   “is that so...” he mused. You nodded and he lightly chuckled, running a hand over his face well he thought. Your eyes lingered down his jaw to his neck. Without his usual pendants it looked bare, he had a prominent collar bone. His shoulder muscles also were very prominent. All in all Techno had a side profile of a god. 

   After Techno thought of were to start, he slowly began. “When I was about one or two Phil had found me in the Nether. I guess he was just making a supply run for some potions and I was just left behind. He couldn't leave me there so he took me home with him... That's when I met my Mother. She was a very kind and loving person... She always cared more about others than herself. She Taught me how to read, write, she basically taught me everything she could..” His eyes went a little sad. you watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed thickly. “She didn't care that I was a hybrid, she was always protective of me... If someone from the court made a comment on me not being a prince she wouldn't hesitate to stand up for my name. Of course Phil would stand up for me too, but mother was the most protective of her boys.” He took a deep breath pondering again. “when I was five Mother had Wilbur, it was a weird adjustment to being a older brother, but I didn't care, I took Wil with me wherever I could. He could be a massive pain, but he’s still my brother” You gave him a sweet smile, finding it cute of how he talked about his brother. “When Wilbur was Four, I was Nine.” he gave a slight pained laugh. suppressing his emotion. “It was right after my birthday... Mother and Dadza had sat down for a dinner. In the middle of it she started to choke. We knew there was a spy among us, after all we were in a rough spot with one other country." He let out a sharp breath "But those bastards targeted her." You gently rested your hand on his arm for reassurance, your smile having fallen. Gently rubbing your thumb over his arm. You didn't realize how strong he was until you felt his muscles under your hand. Slowly he continued on. "I had always herd voices.. they linger and get louder when they ban together... sometimes they request things... Other times just they talk among themselves...” Your brow furrowed as his tone lowered and slowed. His head turned to you, almost checking to make sure he didn't scare you with that information. He was tense, but as soon as he met your eyes he relaxed slowly. “When Dadza and I realized why she was choking... We found out my voices had a very keen ideal for violence... Her funeral was hard... The whole palace adored her completely... Not to mention Wilbur took it the hardest... It does still bother me on some days... But after a while I just came to terms she wouldn't come back." Your slowly rubbed your thumb over his arm again. Gently giving a squeeze to show some reassurance. He gave a soft slight smile. Resting his hand on yours. " When I turned Fifteen Dadza had stepped down from the throne and gave it to me. He said it was time to make a name for myself. About that time Sarah Joined the army. That's when we started turning our small kingdom into a expanding Empire. We had the same ideals and goals so we knew with each others support we could do it” you watched him. Unlike Wilbur who wasn't over his mothers death, Techno, like he said was over his stage of grief. He mourned, but knew nothing would bring her back. So it was best not to live in the past.

   You adjusted your head on the pillows to see him better. "You said Sarah was a childhood friend?" He hummed, his hand still rested on yours. Offering warmth to your rather cold ones.

   "I know I met her when my mother was alive. Sarah's mom was my mothers personal Knight, and best friend. Sarah's father was part of our court too, so she was always around one way or another." Techno subconsciously shifted closer to you. Your hand still beneath his. "The court tried to set us up, but Sarah made it clear that she was strictly devoted to her work. Well, she was. Couple months months ago she proposed to the jeweler's Daughter. So as of lately she's been trying to sort things out for the wedding." You smiled softly. Happy that she had someone to confide her love in. "Sarah's a good General... She has her blood thirsty tendencies, but she's a good woman. She just wants, what's best for the Empire and for the Royal family." He let your hand go and slowly turned to face you, now resting on his side. His eyes lingered yours and then slowly dropped down to your lips, and neck. He took your hand in his and and held it gently. Liking the feeling of your gentle hand in his.

   Your hand wasn't soft, it was calloused with the hard work you put into your trade. Although Calloused they were ever so gentle. When Techno held your hand he could only marvel at how tiny it was.

   Recently techno had started thinking. Especially after the snowball fight. You laced his mind before, but now it was becoming a awfully noticeable. You were actually the other reason Seraphina was in Techno's office. Techno had a feeling that what he felt for you, went beyond a casual friendship. But, he's had no prior relationships to base this off of so he needed a outside opinion.

    He found himself pondering you quite often, whether late at night, when he was in his office. Ect. He had even talked to Phil about it. Sarah poked fun that Techno finally had fallen for someone, specifically you. Unlike Sarah, Phil was casual when talking to Techno. Asking if you made him happy, if your happiness was important to him. Techno knew he wanted someone strong, kind, and gentle. But also someone who could make a elegant, but confident Empress. When he thought of you, he knew you were everything he wanted. You were kind, gentle, hardworking, smart, and your confidence was growing daily. Phil had mentioned that he knew he had met the right person, when he couldn't see her with anyone else but him. When Techno tried to imagine you with a different man, he could feel his stomach twist into the beginning of jealously.

   Well he pondered this, it hit him. Almost full force.

   He wanted you.

   After the talk of Techno's childhood, and Sarah's wedding. You two sat in a soft silence, having no urge to talk and disrupt it. The walls had the light of the fire dancing in front of you two. the light dancing over techno’s and your face. Your eyes flickered between each other, almost waiting for someone to make a move. Occasionally techno would glance to your lips or neck again. But you would also catch him looking at your earring. He was always hard to read, so you just sat admiring him. Wishing to wrap your arms around him in another hug.

   Soon his hand let yours go. You gave him a slight confused expression, having loved the feeling of his hand on yours. you went to protest but you were cut off.

   Techno cupped your cheek gently. Moving closer to press his lips to yours in a ever so sweet kiss. It wasn't forced, he allowed room incase you wished to pull back from him. But thankfully you didn't. You rested your hand on his and kissed him back with everything you had. 

   The kiss was worth a million words. Unspoken words. Techno had a hard time explaining his feelings. But his actions always shown where he stood with people, and where he wanted to stand with you, was right at your side.

   He did slowly part from you, his eyes lingering yours for any sign of disproval or hesitation. But he saw none. You were looking up at him doe-eyed, he couldn't help but want to stare at how pleading you looked.

   "May I.. k...kiss you again?..." He asked softly. You nodded, your cheeks far past pink and going to a hot red. You could only utter out a quiet 'please'.

   He didn't hesitate to give you what you wished for. His lips were back on yours. To make it easier he sat up on his elbow a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you tightly against him, well his lips never left yours. He could feel your arm snake around his neck, the other one resting on his chest. your body was beckoning him closer. His hand held firm on your back, keeping you pressed to him. He didn't want to let you go, now that he had you. now that you were in his bed. He wanted nothing more than to keep you close and protected.

   The kiss, although loving and soft, was deep and passionate. Something that you and Techno had wanted from each other, and now that it was a arm's length away, you were not going to let it go.

   Techno had wanted this moment longer than he realized. The feeling of your soft lips on his was addicting, he didn't want to stop. Without much thought he gently moved his hand down to your thigh, pulling it closer so your legs intertwined with his. Only roughly a hour ago he was joking about you sleeping with him. But if you continued your grip on his shoulder he sworn he may have just went through with it. Techno couldn't deny it any longer.

He was in love.

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