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woniescheeks · 2 days ago

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Flustered II

Synopsis: Alternatively when you make Enhypen somewhat flustered.

W/C: 2.1k Warnings: Fluff, Mild teasing, Flustered behaviour, Light-hearted flirting, Comfort and affection, Possibly slightly cheesy. Pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, Romance AU: Established Relationship

Part 1

LEE HEESEUNG

You were sitting on the studio couch as Heeseung wrapped up his practice session. His voice effortlessly hit the high notes, leaving you completely mesmerized. When he finished, he looked over at you, slightly out of breath but wearing that proud smile he always had after nailing a tough section.

“How was it?” he asked casually, grabbing a water bottle from the table.

You tilted your head at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “It was… perfect. As always.”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t have to butter me up, you know. I’m just practicing.”

You sat up straighter, your expression growing mock-serious. “Heeseung, I’m not buttering you up. I’m being 100% serious. The way you sing—it’s like you were born for this. Honestly, I’m so impressed I’m questioning why I even deserve to sit here and listen.”

He choked on his water at your dramatic delivery, turning away to hide his flustered expression. “O-Okay, that’s a little too much. Tone it down!”

You grinned, leaning closer. “Tone it down? Absolutely not. I’m a big fan of yours, Lee Heeseung, and I will shout it from the rooftops if I have to.”

He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Stop, you’re making me embarrassed.”

“Aw, you’re blushing!” you teased, poking his cheek. “I knew you were soft behind all that stage confidence.”

“I’m not soft!” he protested, his voice cracking slightly, which only made him blush more.

“Sure, sure,” you said with a laugh. “But seriously, Heeseung, you’re incredible. And I think people don’t tell you that enough.”

For a moment, his teasing demeanor softened, and he looked at you with a shy smile. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “It means a lot coming from you.”

You poked his cheek again, grinning. “Adorable.”

“Stop calling me adorable!”

PARK JONGSEONG

You were lounging on the couch with Jay, enjoying a lazy afternoon while he scrolled through his phone. Occasionally, he’d chuckle at something and show you, but for the most part, you just admired how effortlessly good-looking he was, even in his most casual outfit.

Out of nowhere, you blurted out, “You know, you’re really attractive.”

Jay froze mid-scroll, his thumb hovering above the screen. He turned to look at you, wide-eyed. “What?”

“You’re attractive,” you repeated, completely nonchalant. “Like, ridiculously so.”

Jay blinked rapidly, his ears turning red as he tried to figure out how to respond. “Oh… uh… thanks?”

You smirked, leaning closer. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not!” he shot back, sitting up straighter.

“You totally are,” you teased, pointing at his reddening ears. “It’s cute, honestly. You always act so confident, but one little compliment and you’re all shy.”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere! It’s not fair!”

“Why not?” you asked innocently. “It’s the truth. You’re stupidly handsome, and sometimes it’s distracting.”

Jay peeked at you from behind his fingers, his face still red. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin. “But admit it—you like hearing it from me.”

He sighed, shaking his head with a shy smile. “Okay, fine. Maybe I do. But don’t think I’ll let you get away with this again.”

“Sure, sure,” you replied, laughing. “Whatever you say, blushing boy.”

SIM JAEYUN

Jake was sitting at his desk, typing furiously on his laptop. His brows furrowed in concentration, and his lips were pursed slightly. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked when he was so focused.

Feeling mischievous, you walked up behind him and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his head.

“Hi,” you whispered softly.

Jake froze, his hands hovering over the keyboard. “Uh… hi?” he replied, his voice slightly shaky.

“You’ve been working so hard,” you murmured, leaning into him a bit more. “I thought you could use a hug.”

Jake let out a nervous laugh, his ears turning red. “Oh, uh… thanks? You didn’t have to, though.”

“But I wanted to,” you said simply. “You’re always so sweet to me, Jake. I wanted to return the favor.”

He fidgeted in his seat, trying to hide his obvious flustered state. “You’re really good at this, you know. Flustering me.”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Only you. You’re easy to fluster.”

Jake groaned, leaning back in his chair to look up at you. His cheeks were bright red, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “You’re gonna kill me with all this, you know that?”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” he muttered, though the fond look in his eyes betrayed him.

PARK SUNGHOON

Sunghoon was scrolling through his phone as you sat across from him at the cafe. His cold brew sat untouched, the ice slowly melting as he furrowed his brow at something on his screen.

You tilted your head, watching him with a small smile. “What are you looking at so intensely?”

“Skating videos,” he replied without looking up.

You leaned forward, trying to peek at his phone. “Are you studying or just reminiscing about your glory days?”

He shot you a playful glare, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. “First of all, they’re not ‘glory days.’ I’m still a legend, thank you very much.”

“Oh, my bad,” you teased, leaning back in your chair. “The legendary Park Sunghoon. How could I forget?”

He rolled his eyes, finally putting his phone down. “You’re impossible.”

“But you like it,” you said with a grin.

Sunghoon leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he gave you a smirk. “Maybe I do. What about it?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden boldness. “I—uh—well…”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “What happened to all that teasing? Cat got your tongue?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to regain your composure. “I was just surprised you actually admitted it. You’re usually so aloof.”

He shrugged, sipping his cold brew. “Maybe I like seeing you flustered. It’s cute.”

Now it was your turn to blush. “Touché.”

KIM SUNOO

Sunoo was rummaging through a pile of snacks on the coffee table, his face lighting up every time he found something he liked. You sat beside him, watching his childlike excitement with a fond smile.

“Do you ever stop being adorable?” you asked suddenly.

He paused, a bag of chips in hand, and turned to look at you with wide eyes. “What?”

“You’re just so cute all the time,” you said, leaning your chin on your hand. “It’s unfair, really.”

Sunoo’s cheeks turned pink as he tried to play it cool. “I mean… I can’t help it if I’m naturally charming.”

You laughed, reaching over to poke his cheek. “There it is—the confidence. But seriously, Sunoo, you’re like a human ball of sunshine. It’s impossible not to smile around you.”

He beamed at your words, his blush deepening. “Well, someone has to keep you smiling, right?”

You grinned, leaning closer. “Mission accomplished. But what about me? Do I make you smile too?”

Sunoo looked at you for a moment before breaking into a shy yet radiant smile. “All the time,” he admitted softly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his sincerity, and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he said with a giggle. “But it’s worth it if it makes you happy.”

YANG JUNGWON

Jungwon was sitting next to you on the floor, going over some choreography videos. His expression was serious, brows furrowed as he replayed the same clip over and over, analysing every move with a laser focus.

You, however, had long since zoned out. It wasn’t that the video wasn’t interesting; it was just that Jungwon himself was far more captivating. The way his lips pressed together in thought, the way his eyes narrowed slightly as he concentrated—it was hard not to admire him when he got like this.

Without thinking, you reached out and brushed his hair back. It was such a casual, natural movement that it didn’t even register as anything out of the ordinary.

But to Jungwon, it was a completely different story.

He froze immediately, his whole body stiffening as his eyes widened in surprise. Slowly, he turned to look at you, his lips parting slightly as if to say something, but no words came out.

“What?” you asked, confused by his reaction. “Your hair was in your face. I was just helping.”

Jungwon blinked, and then his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “You... You can’t just do that,” he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically high.

“Do what?” you asked, tilting your head. “Fix your hair? It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just... you caught me off guard, that’s all.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you realized what was happening. “Jungwon,” you said teasingly, leaning closer, “are you flustered?”

“What? No!” he said quickly, his voice defensive. He avoided your gaze, but the redness spreading to the tips of his ears betrayed him.

“You totally are,” you teased, your grin growing. “It’s cute, though. You’re cute.”

Jungwon groaned softly, covering his face with his hands. “Stop,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “You’re going to make it worse.”

“Make what worse? The fact that you’re blushing?” you teased, reaching out to gently nudge his shoulder.

“I’m not blushing,” he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction.

“You so are,” you shot back, laughing. “It’s okay, though. It makes you even more endearing.”

Jungwon peeked at you from between his fingers, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful annoyance. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered.

“I can’t help it,” you said with a shrug, your smile softening. “You’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know?”

He let out a sigh, finally dropping his hands from his face. His cheeks were still pink, but he managed to muster a shy smile. “You drive me crazy,” he said quietly, shaking his head.

“And yet, you still hang out with me,” you replied with a grin.

Jungwon chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Yeah, well... I guess you’re worth it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words made you freeze this time, and he smirked at your wide-eyed reaction. “Now who’s flustered?”

NISHIMURA RIKI

Ni-Ki was sprawled out on the couch, gripping the video game controller like his life depended on it. His eyes were glued to the screen, lips pressed into a focused line as his character dodged another attack. You sat next to him, your legs crossed and a bag of chips resting in your lap.

“You’re way too serious about this,” you teased, munching on a chip.

“You say that, but you wouldn’t last ten seconds in this game,” he retorted, his tone dripping with confidence.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” you quipped, setting the chips aside.

He chuckled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “If you think you can handle the humiliation, sure.”

You smirked, grabbing the controller he tossed your way. “Watch and learn, Ni-Ki.”

The moment the game began, chaos ensued. Your character staggered around, hitting walls and completely missing the enemies. Ni-Ki didn’t even try to hold back his laughter, practically doubling over as you flailed.

“This is—this is so bad,” he wheezed, clutching his stomach. “I knew you’d be bad, but this?!”

“Okay, stop laughing before I throw this controller at you!” you huffed, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“You couldn’t even aim that right,” he teased, wiping away a tear.

“Oh, that’s it,” you said, setting the controller down and turning to face him. He didn’t even notice the mischievous glint in your eyes as he kept laughing.

“Ni-ki,” you said sweetly, leaning closer.

“Yeah?” he asked, still smirking.

Without missing a beat, you rested your hand on his knee and leaned in until your faces were barely a breath apart. “You talk a big game, but you’re blushing harder than I am right now.”

His laughter stopped instantly. His smug grin faltered as his eyes widened. “W-What?”

You tilted your head, pretending to examine him. “Your ears are turning red, too. Cute.”

Ni-Ki blinked rapidly, scrambling to lean back against the couch as if it would put more distance between you two. “I—I’m not blushing! What are you even talking about?”

You laughed, leaning back and crossing your arms triumphantly. “Uh-huh. Sure. Totally not flustered, right?”

“I’m not!” he insisted, his voice an octave higher than usual. He covered his face with his hands, only making his obvious reaction worse.

“Riki,” you cooed, leaning toward him again. “Are you embarrassed because I got close? Or because I caught you staring at my lips earlier?”

His jaw dropped, and his blush spread all the way down his neck. “I wasn’t— I didn’t�� You’re making that up!”

“Oh, really?” you teased, narrowing your eyes. “Then why can’t you even look at me right now?”

“I’m—ugh!” he groaned, burying his face in a pillow as you erupted into laughter.

“Admit it,” you said between giggles, poking his side. “I totally won this round.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I’m never playing games with you again.”

“Don’t be mad,” you teased, leaning closer to ruffle his hair. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know?”

He peeked out from the pillow, his face still bright red. “Stop saying stuff like that!”

You smirked, your victory sweeter than any high score.

#enha #enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #engene #enhypen jungwon #jungwon #yang jungwon #lee heesung x reader #park jongseong x reader #jay park x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #jake sim x reader #park sunghoon x reader #kim sunoo x reader #yang jungwon x reader #ni ki x reader #nishimura riki x reader

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kiesbrainjuice · 2 days ago

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— SMELL THAT ! rintarou suna

➥ pr : timeskip!suna x fem!reader

➥ syn : your husband decided to prank you by doing this

➥ tw : wife reader, pure fluff.

➥ a/n : omggg I found this in my fyp it’s so funny lmao (am i alone?)

The day had started off quietly for you. Suna had left early in the morning to hang out with Atsumu and a few of his friends, and you used the peaceful hours to enjoy your book and relax around the house. After lunch, Suna finally returned home. He looked a bit tired but still greeted you with a quick kiss on the forehead before retreating to the bedroom for some much-needed rest.

You didn’t think much of it when he disappeared for a while, though you were amused at how his outings with Atsumu always seemed to exhaust him more than a full volleyball match. By the time the late afternoon rolled around, you had curled up on the sofa with your book again, completely engrossed in the story.

That’s when it happened.

Suna strolled into the living room with a furrowed brow, his movements deliberate, almost ominous. His tall frame loomed slightly over you as he stopped at the edge of the sofa.

“Smell that?” he asked, his tone sharp and accusatory.

You blinked, slowly lowering your book to look up at him. “No?” you replied, confused.

“Exactly!” he said, throwing his hands up. “Where is dinner?”

Your brows furrowed as his words sank in. For a moment, you thought he was joking, but his face stayed serious. You glanced at the clock—it wasn’t even close to dinner time yet. Still, his sudden irritation threw you off guard.

“What do you mean, ‘where’s dinner?’” you asked, sitting up straighter. “It’s barely past four! You just got home—what’s your problem?”

He crossed his arms, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m starving. I’ve been out all day, and I come home to… nothing? Nothing, babe?” He emphasized the last word, his voice dripping with mock disappointment.

You felt your face heat, a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Excuse me? I didn’t realize this was the 1950s, and I was supposed to have a three-course meal waiting for you the second you walked through the door. If you’re hungry, you know where the kitchen is!”

“I work hard!” he shot back, his tone dramatic and theatrical now, though you were too flustered to notice it right away. “I play volleyball to keep us in this lifestyle, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked, your voice rising. You stood up from the couch, squaring off with him. He towered over you, but you refused to back down. “I do plenty around here, Rin! You think just because you’re tall and handsome, you can talk to me like this?”

He opened his mouth, but the moment you caught the faintest twitch of his lips—the beginning of a suppressed grin—it clicked. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“Wait… what is this?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding your gaze.

“Rintarou Suna.” You folded your arms across your chest. “Is this one of Atsumu’s stupid ideas?”

At that, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His serious expression crumbled, and a wide grin broke out on his face as he doubled over with laughter.

“Oh my god!” you groaned, throwing your head back in exasperation. “It is! You absolute idiot! I really thought you were mad at me!”

He was laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Babe, your face—” he wheezed. “You looked so offended—oh my god, Atsumu’s going to love this.”

You smacked his arm. “You’re the worst! I can’t believe you fell for one of his dumb ideas.”

“Come on, it was funny!” he said, straightening up and wiping at his eyes. “You’ve got to admit it was good.”

“Good?” you repeated, your voice climbing an octave. “You scared the crap out of me, Rinnie! I was about to start thinking you were misogynistic!”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was just a joke. You know I don’t expect you to make dinner every day. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You’d better,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re making dinner tonight.”

“Done,” he said, grinning. “Anything you want.”

You huffed but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Lucky and smart,” he teased, leaning back slightly to look down at you. “I mean, I could’ve married someone without a sense of humor—”

“Don’t push your luck,” you interrupted, glaring at him.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, his grin still firmly in place. “Fine, fine. But seriously, baby, you should’ve seen your face.”

You sighed, shaking your head. But then your eyes landed on the sofa pillow, and an idea struck. Before he could react, you grabbed the pillow and swung it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Hey!” he protested, laughing as you swung again. “What are you doing?”

“You deserve this!” you said, chasing him around the living room with the pillow. “You and Atsumu are the absolute worst!”

He ducked out of reach, laughing so hard he could barely get a word out. “Okay, okay, I give up! Baby, stop—”

“Not until you apologize properly!” you yelled, whacking him again.

He caught the pillow mid-swing, towering over you as he smirked down at you. “You know you’re not scary, right? You’re, like, half my height.”

“Don’t test me, Rinnie!” you said, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tight despite your half-hearted protests. “Okay, okay,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. “I’m sorry. You’re amazing. I love you. And I’ll never prank you again—well, unless it’s a really good idea.”

You groaned, leaning into his chest despite yourself. “Oh hell nah.”

“And you love it,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You sighed, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

tag : @haechansbbg

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muletia · 1 day ago

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ugh the optimus ruining your garden ask makes me wanna be mean to him. just a little 🤏. maybe he's being extra clingy when you're trying to get smth done or he accidentally breaks smth again. so you're scolding him while jerking his spike and he's trying to make a cohesive apology, but it's the 5th time you've made him cum and words are starting to be harder and harder to find. then you can tease him about how someone who's given so many inspirational, articulated speeches to his fellow autobots now can't even sob out a "sorry" :(

-💕

cw: sub!optimus, dom!reader, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, teasing

word count: 750

thank you primus for the existence of overstimulation and for allowing me to torture my favorite characters with it 🙏

"Really, darling, twice in a row is just too much." You click your tongue a few times.

Your hand moves steadily, gripping and tugging at the swollen but valiantly enduring spike. Your skin, slick with pink transfluid, glides smoothly over the impressive length, maintaining the same irritated rhythm, channeling your frustration caused entirely by Optimus.

"I already explained to you, don’t step on my flowers. And don’t even try to tell me it was an accident. I’m absolutely certain you did it on purpose just to get me to punish you a little."

"A little" is quite the understatement when you’ve forced him to overload multiple times in a row. You’ve completely worn him out. His processor is fried, helm’s insides reduced to mush, leaving him incapable of thinking about anything other than the pleasure flooding his entire frame. How exquisitely stupid and helpless he felt, to the point where he kept pushing his hips into your hand, desperately trying to match the rhythm you set. Syncing his movements with yours, chasing another overload. And then another. And another, if it meant more of your touch and your attention focused solely on him.

"I-I a-am so sowwrhy!" he stammers, barely capable of forming words anymore.

"I don’t know, I just don’t see any remorse on your face, Opti. Are you sure you’re truly sorry?"

With his optics rolled back and his intake hanging wide open, coolant dripping from its corners, all you can read from his expression is that he’s having the time of his life. Not a single trace of guilt, no regret for your poor, trampled flowers.

Which is why you don’t believe the dramatic nodding he’s offering you. Especially not when his spike spasms, already preparing for another overload, even though Optimus doesn’t have any more transfluid left to give you — not even a single drop. That doesn’t stop him from shooting blanks, still thrusting his hips without pause, while you relentlessly and methodically jerk off his hard spike.

"Well? Use your words, darling. Are you sorry?"

"Ah, hah!"

"Moans aren’t words," you sigh, propping your elbow on his overheated thigh and resting your head on your outstretched hand. "Try again."

"Y- ah! Yew... mmMm!"

"Should I stop milking your spike? Would that help you find the words?"

He shakes his head frantically. You can’t help the slightly sadistic smile that creeps onto your lips.

"Then keep trying, sweetheart. I won’t let you go until you properly apologize to me."

"A-ah, so-sowwhry!" he sobs.

Your grip tightens around his spike, your hand firmly pressing against the living metal. He knows he’s being punished; understands that he’s failing to accomplish this one simple task, but he’s no longer capable of forming coherent words — nothing more complex than moans.

"Is that supposed to be an apology?" you scoff, the sharpness in your tone drawing a quick yelp from Optimus.

"Sow-Sowrhy!" he repeats, once again. He tries, programmed to obey your every command, but the result is pitiful and pathetic as he fails, breaking down when he can’t manage even one simple word.

Not when his entire frame is focused solely on chasing the next overload. On your soft hand milking his spike, your elbow digging into his trembling, oversensitive thigh. On your voice, icy and cutting against his spark. On simple, easy-to-understand directives, because anything more complex is far beyond the capacity of his poor, overworked processor right now.

"Oh, Opti. Is that the best you can do?"

"Ah! So-hah!"

"The great Prime, gifted with the talent for composing beautiful, inspiring speeches, and he can’t even string together a single simple apology."

He scrapes his servo against the floor as another empty overload wracks his spent spike. Yet you don’t stop moving your hand, forcing him to prepare for the next one.

This time, he doesn’t even bother trying to use his vocalizer, reduced to mindless whimpering.

"I expected more from you. A full essay on how sorry you are. I thought you’d rise to the challenge. You’re Optimus Prime. Prime! The gift of stirring oratory runs through your circuits!"

"Hah, so-sowwh..."

"And you can’t even manage a simple ‘sorry’?"

"S-sorwh... AH!"

You sigh and subtly slow the pace of your hand on his spike. Playtime is one thing, but you don’t want to accidentally kill him.

Though, knowing his submissive tendencies, he wouldn’t have any objections to dying by your hand.

"Let’s try again. And this time, I want an apology worthy of a Prime."

#be silly #transformers x reader #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #obsessed!optimus #valveplug

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rafecswhore · 1 day ago

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that's just the way life goes - part 4

Saturn & more - dad! rafe cameron x mom reader

the evening grew darker as the three of you sat on the porch, the once-vivid hues of sunset fading into the deep blue of twilight. the school project—a solar system model your daughter had painstakingly assembled—sat proudly on the table as she explained every detail with a level of enthusiasm that made you smile despite the tension that lingered between you and rafe.

“and this is saturn,” she said, pointing to the ringed planet. “it’s dad’s favorite, remember?”

you blinked, glancing at rafe, who leaned casually against the table, his expression soft as he looked at your daughter. “how could i forget?” he said, his voice warm. “you’ve told me at least twenty times.”

she rolled her eyes, grinning. “because it’s the coolest one. duh.”

“obviously,” rafe replied, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

you stayed quiet, watching the two of them interact. rafe always had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world, and for that, you could never fault him. but it also made it harder to keep your walls up. harder to ignore the cracks in the carefully constructed distance you’d built between you.

“mom,” your daughter said, drawing your attention back. “what’s your favorite planet?”

you hesitated, caught off guard. “uh… earth, i guess.”

“that’s boring,” she said, scrunching her nose. “pick another one.”

“mars,” you said, smiling slightly. “it’s red. it stands out.”

“see? now you’re getting it,” she said, turning her attention back to her project.

rafe glanced at you, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “mars, huh? bold choice.”

you rolled your eyes, but the faint flush that rose to your cheeks betrayed you. “don’t start.”

“i wasn’t going to,” he said, holding up his hands in mock innocence. but there was a softness in his gaze that lingered longer than it should have, and you felt the weight of it settle in your chest.

as your daughter continued her explanation, rafe’s attention shifted back to her, and for a while, the moment felt almost… normal. like the three of you were just a family, sitting on the porch and sharing a quiet evening together. but when she finally finished and announced she was going inside to grab something, the atmosphere shifted again.

you stood, gathering the empty glasses from the table as rafe leaned back in his chair, watching you with that same unreadable expression he’d worn earlier.

“you don’t have to stay,” you said, your voice quieter now. “she’ll be fine showing me the rest.”

“i know,” he said, his tone even. “but i’m not in a rush.”

you set the glasses down on the counter just inside the door, your back to him as you tried to steady yourself. he was always like this—so calm, so sure, even when everything between you felt like it was hanging by a thread.

“why are you doing this, rafe?” you asked, turning to face him. “why now?”

he frowned slightly, standing and closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. “doing what?”

“this,” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “saying the things you’re saying. showing up like this. you know how hard it is for me to—” you stopped, shaking your head. “it’s just hard.”

rafe’s expression softened, and for a moment, he looked almost unsure. “because i can see it, y/n,” he said quietly. “the way you still look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. the way you hold back, like you’re afraid to admit that what we had—what we have—is still there.”

“it’s not that simple,” you said, your voice trembling. “there’s too much history. too much… everything.”

“so what?” he asked, his tone firm but not harsh. “you think people don’t come back from worse? we’re not perfect, y/n, but that doesn’t mean we can’t figure it out.”

you shook your head, your hands tightening into fists at your sides. “i don’t know if i can trust you, rafe.”

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “then let me prove it,” he said, stepping closer. “let me show you that i’m not the same person i was. that i can be better—for you. for her.”

your chest ached, torn between the part of you that wanted to believe him and the part that remembered all the times you’d been let down before. but before you could say anything, your daughter came bounding back onto the porch, holding a small notebook.

“okay, so this is the next part!” she said excitedly, completely unaware of the tension lingering in the air.

rafe glanced at her, then back at you, his expression softening. “i’ll stay for this,” he said quietly, as if giving you the choice to send him away. but you couldn’t find the words to refuse him, not with the way your daughter lit up when he turned his full attention to her.

so you stayed. and for the rest of the evening, as the sky turned dark and the stars came out, you let yourself hope—just for a moment—that maybe things could be different this time. that maybe, just maybe, rafe could be right.

#outerbanks au #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe x fem!reader #rafe x female reader #rafe x you #sarah cameron #rafe #rafe cameron #drew starkey

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gs29 · 1 day ago

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A Little Jealous

Squid Game Master list

The apartment was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon, the kind of quiet that only came when the baby was napping. The sound of the baby monitor hums faintly in the background, a soft reminder that their little one—who was still too young to understand how precious these moments were—was blissfully unaware of just how much his parents were falling in love with him every single day.

You were in the kitchen, moving about the space with a peaceful air, humming softly to yourself as you prepared dinner. He had settled into the living room, leaning back on the couch, the weight of his thoughts momentarily suspended in the calm that surrounded him. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to fully relax, but with you and their son, he felt at peace in a way he’d never thought possible.

The baby, however, was the true source of his heart’s contentment. He had only been awake for a few minutes from his nap, and you’d already brought him into the living room, cradled carefully in your arms. The little one, barely more than a few months old, had already started babbling more, and each day seemed to bring something new. A smile, a giggle, a new sound. He had no idea how much those sounds meant to him until now.

"Look at him," you said softly, as you sat beside him on the couch, the baby wriggling happily in your lap. You smiled as you stroked the baby’s hair, watching him babble as his chubby little hands grabbed at the air. He made cooing sounds, blissfully unaware of the world around him, his eyes shining with excitement.

Your voice, tender and full of affection, made him glance over. You spoke again, holding the baby up a little so he could see his father. “Say ‘mama,’ baby,” you coaxed gently. The baby let out a gurgling sound in response, and your smile grew wider. “That’s right, mama,” you said softly, as if the word alone made your heart swell.

And then it happened.

The baby, with wide eyes and an expression of complete joy, managed to form a sound that was unmistakable. It wasn’t dada—the word he had been so desperately hoping for—it was mama.

His heart gave a little jolt. Mama? His eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, he froze.

You, oblivious to his sudden shift in mood, were smiling down at their son, cooing at how adorable it was. “That’s right, baby! Mama! Say mama, you’re such a smart little boy.”

Meanwhile, Gong yoo who had been sitting with a proud, expectant smile, suddenly felt a little… well, not exactly betrayed, but jealous. He shifted in his seat, trying to keep his reaction under control.

The baby gurgled again, as if to confirm his new achievement, and the salesman couldn’t help himself. “Wait, wait—hold on a second,” he said, leaning closer, trying to hide the hint of playfulness that had already crept into his voice. “He just said mama, but what about dada?” He shifted his weight on the couch, suddenly leaning in toward the baby, his voice turning a little exaggerated in mock frustration. “Come on, little one. Dada, say dada. Dada’s here too!”

The baby looked up at him, his bright eyes wide with curiosity. He stared for a moment, processing his father’s face, then turned back to you with a happy gurgle and cooed again.

“Mama,” the baby repeated, much to the salesman’s chagrin.

He blinked, his eyebrows furrowing for a split second. “I mean… really?” He glanced up at you, trying to hide the playful hint of disappointment on his face. “Are you sure he’s saying mama? He can’t possibly be skipping straight to mama, right? It’s dada time.”

You laughed softly, the sound comforting as you gave him a gentle look. “Oh, I’m sure. He said mama, didn’t you hear him? He’s just so smart.” You paused, looking at their son with adoration. “Of course, he’s smart. He gets it from me.”

The salesman rolled his eyes dramatically. “Yeah, of course,” he teased. “Your genius brain. Well, okay, little guy.” He leaned back, adopting a mock-serious tone. “Let’s try this again. Dada. Come on, dada. Dada’s got you.” He reached out, gently cupping the baby’s cheek with his hand, smiling at the little one.

But the baby just cooed and, with an almost dramatic sense of defiance, repeated, “Mama.”

The salesman could only stare in disbelief. “Are you serious?!” His voice was almost a whisper, full of mock shock, and his playful frustration grew. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for months now. I even let you sleep in my arms. I fed you.” He shifted in his seat and pointed to you. “And you—you’re already the favorite.”

You chuckled, your smile softening with affection. “I don’t think he’s picking favorites just yet.”

But the salesman, clearly putting on a dramatic show, crossed his arms and looked down at the baby with an exaggerated pout. “Fine. Fine. If you don’t want to say dada, that’s fine. I’ll just be over here, plotting my revenge.”

You laughed at his antics, brushing a hand through his hair. “You’re being dramatic. He’ll say it when he’s ready.”

He gave you a teasing side-eye before leaning in closer to the baby again. “I’ll be here, waiting,” he said, his tone light but full of playful determination. “I’m not giving up.”

The baby gurgled happily, his eyes wide and curious. And again, he said, almost like a song: “Mama.”

The salesman sighed dramatically. “You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his voice. He leaned over and kissed the top of the baby’s head. “Alright, I’ll let you have this one. For now.”

You smiled lovingly at both of them, your heart swelling at the sight. "He’ll say dada soon enough,” you said with a laugh. “Just be patient.”

But as the baby cooed again, and the salesman gave one last exaggerated sigh of disappointment, he couldn’t help but laugh too. He knew this moment, however small it seemed, was one he would treasure forever. And when his son did finally say dada, it would be all the more special for the little drama that had led up to it.

#the salesman x reader #salesman x yn #squid game salesman #salesman x reader #the salesman #squid game x y/n #squid game #squid game x wife reader #squid game x reader #squid game x you #squid game x oc #dad!salesman x reader #dad!salesman #dad!

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star-centric · 1 day ago

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Red Tulips (Declaration of Love) || Mammon

MEANING: Much like the red roses, red tulips are often associated with passionate expressions of love and romance. Whether given as a bouquet to a significant other or used to adorn wedding ceremonies, red tulips symbolize the fiery ardor that defines the most profound human connections.

A/N: I’m still shocked that the Obey Me games are ending 😭 I’m pretty much done with the first game but I’m waayyyy behind for NB. But despite that, my love for Mammon has not changed 💛

CW: gender neutral reader, SFW, Mammon is down bad for you as usual

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“I don’t want ya to leave MC.”

It was one of the few times you’ve seen Mammon with such a vulnerable look on his face, and you reached out for his hand worried. He held it tight, eyebrows crinkling as he went on.

“I just don’t understand- why do you have to go back so fast? What’s the problem with keepin’ you here?” He gestured toward the sky, the sight of the Devildom being a nice distraction. This wouldn’t be the last time you see this, but it would be a while before you could come back, and it made your heart twist. You rubbed at the top of his palm, trying to memorize the feeling since you don’t know when you’ll be able to touch him again.

“I know Mammon, but I can’t just abandon my home-“

“But this is your home too!” He argued.

“And I’m not denying that! But the human world was my home too, remember? It was my home before I met any of you.”

He sucked his teeth and looked away grumbling, but squeezed your hand. “I don’t understand how Lucifer is acting like it’s no big deal when I know that it’s bothering him too.”

But it was bothering Mammon the most.

How could everyone be so…calm about this? You were leaving, going back to the human world without any of them, without him. And neither of you knew when you would be back, and it left him rattled. He didn’t want you to leave- he couldn’t picture you not by his side, and the fact that it would soon become a reality made him more than upset. Even worse was that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Mammon couldn’t imagine life without you. You were an integral part of his routine- he didn’t everything with you. From his schemes that would leave you both punished to the hidden tears he would shed with you and you alone, you were always there for him and vice versa. Did you know how much you mean to him?

You were his partner in crime, his best friend, the love of his life-

Mammon choked, his cheeks darkening. He wasn’t clueless when it came to his feelings, but Diavolo did it hit him like a truck. He’s well past the point of having an innocent crush, and he has been for a while. And you weren’t clueless either, but you couldn’t have known just how deep his infatuation went.

Mammon didn’t know when he would see you again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t tell you.

His blush spread across his features, but he swallowed his nervousness and called your name. He almost lost his composure when you glanced at him- Lord Diavolo you stole his breath away without any effort.

“Listen up okay, cause I can only say it once.” And he wasn’t lying, he probably physically couldn’t repeat himself without feeling like his heart would give out (was this how Levi felt?). He went to pull you in closer, making sure your attention was only on him. Like how it should always be.

“You give me a lot of trouble, you know.” Mammon began softly. “It’s hard for me to keep my head straight around you. And you cause a lot of problems for me on top of that.”

“I cause problems for you? Shouldn’t it be the other way around-”

“Let me finish!” He hurriedly spoke, ignoring your look. “Ever since you came down here, ever since you became my responsibility, I knew I was gonna be stuck with you. And now I can’t imagine being without you.”

Mammon could see his words taking an effect, your pointed look soon morphing into shock, eyes widening. His heart lurched at the thought of someone else holding you like this, speaking to you like this. He took the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours. “I want you so bad that it drives me crazy.”

Mammon couldn’t stop talking nor could he stop his eyes from flickering to your lips. He wanted to be the only one to hold you like this, he wanted to indulge in you, he wanted to be the only one to have you.

His pact mark with you burned on his skin, and it was a stark reminder of how you were already tied to one another- but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, he needed more. And the way your lips parted, it seemed that you felt the same way.

“It’s your fault I’m like this, ya know? Why’d you have to be so good to me like I deserve it?” Mammon’s tone grew softer, his words trailing off.

There was no need to ask what he was saying, as he took the opportunity to lean in, lips brushing against yours.

“I love you MC, and I don’t want you to leave me.”

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #myloves.txts #flowerspecial.txts🌸#obey me x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x you #obey me mammon x you #obey me x y/n #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #obey me mammon #obey me x gn!reader

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stickyspeckledlight · 2 days ago

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“Indeed, dear mister Stoneheart! My wonderworking will take effect in a few days, and your good luck streak will end! That’ll be 100 000 credits :)”

For da gambler man

Snake oil? Only if you don’t look at it the right way.

(Speckled's End of Year Interaction Prompts, 12/2/24 ~ 1/1/25)

The Stoneheart’s smirk grows, a quirk just at the corner of his lips. It teeters on a careful precipice of amusement and threat, of control and chance. It’s nothing new to you, though. Smug confidence isn’t new to you, but it’s the first time you’ve seen it on someone dressed in such finery.

“That’s a first,” he purrs, resting his cheek in his palm. “In all my time, I’ve never had anyone offer me bad luck. Curses, yes—but not a…blessing.” He comfortably leers at you through his sunglasses, lazily tracing the rim of a cloudy, cracked glass filled with something closer to piss than whiskey.

“The only difference between a curse and a blessing is intent,” you wink, “And with what you told me, Mr. Stoneheart, that luck of yours IS a curse! I mean, what kind of luck is winning a lifetime supply of toothpicks? That luckiness of yours is no good!”

His grin widens, “Indeed. Why, before I say anything else, I must commend you for your generosity!” He lightly claps, putting on all the theatrics you’ve come to expect, “100,000 credits in exchange for curing me? Why, I can’t fathom a deal better than this…”

“Right you are, Mr. Stoneheart!” You snap of your fingers, calloused and rough, almost alien in how bony it is these days. “But careful: my power is a…finicky thing, so we can only do this NOW!”

“Oh?” Suddenly his smile grows sharper, “That’s new.”

“I can’t reveal all my tricks,” you smoothly reply. You catch yourself tapping your foot hurriedly against the pavement and stop. You shouldn’t think about what you can do with that money; you can simply do with the money, after this rich sucker forks over his cash. Luck, as a curse? Who is he kidding? Why would he throw that away, when you and everyone else you know would kill for it?

“Shame.” He says with completely insincerity. He stands and pushes his chair back, “I was hoping you’d find a creative way to explain your con. I was looking forward to what you’d come up with so much, y’know?”

You lock up and stiffen. This rich playboy was acting stupid before! Why’s he suddenly calling you out?! “H-huh? A con? Mr. Stoneheart, you must be—”

“Don’t.” He smiles, “You know, I did introduce myself as ‘Aventurine, of the Ten Stonehearts: a cog in the machine of the Strategic Investment Department.’ Do you actually know who I am?”

“An IPC executive,” you hastily reply; you can’t get on his bad side, you CAN’T.

But he only continues to look at you, looking above you with a foxlike expression.

“That’s correct, but dig a bit deeper,” he peppily nudges. “You’re a smart one; I’m sure you can do it!”

“Uh…” you frown, “You…you make investments?”

“That’s something everyone does.” He shakes his head, “So: no. How about I give you my formal title? I’m a Non-performing Asset Liquidation Specialist.”

…You do not understand whatever that corporate mumbo jumbo means.

Well, phooey. You’re fucked, man. Your con is bust. If anything, this guy had all the cards before you even saw his face.

“Oh, Mr. Stoneheart…” you smile again, standing to meet his eyes, “You it said yourself: we’re friends,” his grin does not fall, but his eyes crinkle with cheshire glee, “So, let’s not bei business into this. And that applies to me too! I should’ve known better; this blessing’s on the house, friend.”

He does not say anything, letting your words hang in the air, and stress gather in your chest before he finally speaks.

“Slow recovery, but it’s not half bad. Especially for someone who hasn’t been in business long. You’ve got some potential,” he whistles. You must’ve had a ridiculous expression on your face, because he just laughs. Mirth dances in his eyes, tinted pink by his sunglasses. “Oh, my bad; I’ll play along just for you, my jewel.”

You’re not given any time to react to the sudden new nickname. “Yes, I can’t believe how astute you truly are, my friend,” he sighs wistfully, clutching his heart and smiling like you two are really, really, really good friends. The whiplash hits you with a crack, and now, you aren’t sure if you’ve ever seen him without a mask. “Still, I would feel bad about just getting a blessing from you for free, so…how do you feel about becoming my employee?”

An employee? What? You were trying to CON him, and now he wants to hire you?!

“W-what?”

“That’s right,” he bows, “I meant what I said, my friend. You’re a diamond in the rough, and it’s my job to polish you up—we at the Strategic Investment Department prioritize long term over short term, you know.”

“But I—” tried to con you, you almost stammer before catching yourself, “—have, uh…”

Well, you never liked him even when he was playing the part of a rich fool, but seeing how that in of itself might’ve just been a mask…you don’t want to be near this guy, period. And now that you think about it, you’ve never seen his eyes.

He makes a zipping motion with his fingers and across his mouth, “My friend,” he kindly winks, “Don’t bother objecting! Tell me: what are two things you now know about my job?”

…All of the whiplash and sudden questions seemingly unrelated to anything said…you think you’re going to get a headache, once your mind is clear from panic and stress.

“Um…you’re a liquidation specialist and…go for long term investments.”

“Perfect; 10/10!” He claps, “Now let’s dig even deeper—dig into you, [Name].”

Time stops.

“[Name]?” You scoff, mouth twitching, “Mr. Stoneheart…are you projecting onto me?”

“Don’t lie, my jewel,” the nickname makes you bristle, and he sighs, “Now’s the time to drop the platitudes and acts. There’s always a time for veiled conversations, but ah, I think there’s no need for that, now.”

For some reason, even though your cowardice has already been shown, now’s the time you decide to keep up the cheery salesman act. In the back of your mind, you shake your head. How could you immediately prove what he just said?

But that’s just the back of your mind.

“Oh, Mr. Stoneheart! Why would I ever lie to you? We’re friends.”

“Indecisive, are you?” He hums, “That’s alright. That’s perfectly fine. Indecisiveness doesn’t erase debt either way.”

“D-debt? Oh, but Mr. Stoneheart—!”

“You can’t erase what your stupid father did.” He plainly states, taking a coin out and playing with it, “Mx. [Name], my condolences for what happened to you; falling into poverty like this wasn’t your fault, but…fault also doesn’t erase debt.”

This time, you’re shaking. You can’t do anything but watch. He was just supposed to be a rich, stupid fool to wring money out of—who—how—how did things go this way—

“Here’s what I was thinking. Work for me, and you’ll be able to pay off your debt without worry. You’ll be provided a reduced salary, of course, but you’ll have enough to…” his mouth quirks, “…get by.”

He saunters around the table, and leans against it lazily. He leans closer, “You understand that there’s no other choice, right?” At your continued, fearful silence, he chuckles, “Don’t worry, Mx. [Name]. I’m the one hiring you; you know I’ll treat you well! Like you said, we’re friends. Good friends, even.”

You hear the sound of a coin flick; you move your head to see it fall onto the table, covered by the Stoneheart’s hand.

A leather clad finger hooks under your chin and drags your gaze to his, “But I’ve got another idea,” he offers, “Gemstones are made to be cut, sold, and coveted. You’re no different…but you’re still rough. You’ve barely been lodged out of the cave walls. So, I have a proposal…just for a beauty like you,” he winks playfully, but it does nothing to alleviate the sheer intimidation and power he’s exerted on you.

The hand on the table slides off, hovering by your wrist.

“Follow through on that bad luck of yours,” he gently leers. Something cold and sleek and heavy slips to your grip, “If you do…100,000 credits? No; that’s wouldn’t be enough to convey my generosity. I’m going all-in. A carefree life would be yours in an instant. But if you don’t…”

The revolver’s holster clicks against his chest.

“I’ll be free to shape you however I like; and covet you with these lucky hands.”

#speckled end of year interaction prompts #yandere aventurine #yandere aventurine x reader #yandere aventurine hsr #yandere aventurine Honkai star rail #yandere Honkai star rail #Yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #this is a bit shit I’m tired so maybe I’ll revisit it to make it better lol

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merbear25 · 2 days ago

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can you write a small drabble for aokiji with a f! reader? maybe something relating to his love for women with big bazoongas and reader is rather... well endowed... (SORRY IF THIS IS A LITTLE ODD)

It's not odd at all! I hope you like what I've written for you! 💜💜

You were oblivious to your secret admirer. His longing gaze took its time breaking through that haze you were in. With an instant connection forming, you went against your better judgement to see how brightly these embers could burn. You were left wondering why it’d taken you so long to notice him.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, perversion, breast fondling and sucking, a bit of body worship, teasing, reader is a part of Blackbeard’s crew

Much needed attention (Aokiji)

Couldn’t there have been a different alignment of the stars you’d found yourselves under? Meeting under these circumstances was far from favorable, and yet here you were on board the same deck as him, both contributing to Blackbeard’s greed.

You were a captivating creature; there was no denying that. His eyes found you long before you even noticed him. Not giving him the time of day at the beginning, he chalked it up to you drowning in your workload. That wouldn’t do, though. An alluring woman such as yourself should be given only the greatest pleasures in life.

His eyes lingered on your chest. Even from afar, the gentle rises and falls were evident from the subtle shake of your breasts. Despite your attention being directed elsewhere, a shiver ran down your spine, averting it away from your task. Your eyes scanned the area for only a moment before they laid on Aokiji. They fixated on him, combing over his laid back demeanor. He propped his head up on his hand and gave you a half smile.

Having only noticed him for the first time and he already got you blushing. Your flustered mind was flooded with thoughts of him; questions of who he was, how long he’d been there, and where he came from raced laps on your now one track mind. You were so caught up in these newfound emotions that you were unaware of his approaching footsteps.

He leaned down, keeping enough distance to better judge your reaction to him. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

The compliment took you off guard. The heat on your cheeks spread to the entirety of your face. “You can’t just be forward like that!” Your attempt to speak in a hushed voice was in vain.

He paused for a moment as if deeply considering your frantic words. “Why not? It’s just a fact. You’re beautiful and—”

“Shhh! Stop blurting that out!” Heart beating fast, the heat on your face burning, stumbling over your words: you couldn’t remember the last time anyone made you feel like this—out of control.

Snickering crept up from behind you, making the situation you were naive to ignore become reality. The sinking in your chest made those delicate movements more prominent. Without meaning to, you were making yourself out to be that much more ravishing. The temptation to be the one to comfort and soothe you was nearly too much to bear.

“You don’t need to listen to them.” Offering his hand, his whisper wrapped those warm words tightly around you. Taking his hand, you followed him to a more private area where you could explore these sparks flaring between you.

In closer proximity, you got a better look at the details on his body. Even under his layers, there was no mistaking the muscle underneath.

“Do you want to touch me?”

Despite his nonchalant tone being something to get used to, you nodded in response. Resting your hands upon the fabric, your fingers memorized the feel of it. He reached up to undo his shirt, while his eyes never left your expression. There was a clear arousal in it, no matter how much you may have tried to deny.

Hesitantly at first, your touch soon roamed his chest with a deep hunger that hadn’t been satisfied for a long time. The need in your expression was obvious, practically begging him to reach out and touch you. When he cupped your breasts, a shaky breath came out of both of you in unison. Even while in his sizable hands, your breasts managed to dwarf them. Their softness, the sweet sounds you made when he played with them, the feeling of your nipples hardening from increasing arousal: you truly were a sight to behold.

Soft kisses found your neck. Gasps and moans passed your lips as he traveled further down your body. Kneading your breasts more roughly, he managed to squeeze out a few needy pleas. He buried his face between your breasts, carefully rubbing your erect nipples between his fingers as he bounced them against his face. Your hips began moving back and forth slowly, tempting him to go further with you. A low groan vibrated against your chest before letting you see the burning desire in his eyes.

Leaving a trail of heat in their wake, his lips finally found their way to one of your nipples. A firm suck on it was promptly followed by a lathering tongue—flicking at it to coax out each delightful moan you could muster. The hunger within you was growing ravenous, but his was just as famished.

Pulling you closer, he firmly held you in place as if expecting a specific reaction out of you. His other hand slid up your skirt and was greeted by the arousal pooling in your panties. Breathless moans bathed your bear chest as his fingers ran over your clothed slickness.

The soaked fabric twisting around his fingers left the friction against your clit that much more unbearable. There was no stopping the cascade of blissful moans and whimpers. You rutted against him, desperate for him to be the one to commit to breaking your dry spell. Each deliberate motion from him played your body more skillfully than he could have ever imagined. Plucking the strings to the fine instrument of your ecstasy threw you into an ascending melody of euphoria.

A cooling sensation tickled your breasts the more you moved in his arms. Pinning you against him, that hot wet tongue of his was now leaving a slight chill against your sensitive skin. Your pants grew needier and your gasps turned into grunts as your senses were under attack in the more erotic way you could have dreamed of.

With just a few more tactful brushes between your sensitive folds, you cried out for him while he pushed you through your climax. The pool between your thighs was coating his hand, tethering him to you with a thin elastic string. He caressed your hips tenderly, and while his lips trailed back up to your neck, they showered your breasts with the affection they were just left absent of.

Calls from up deck indicated the arrival to shore. Being pulled away from this intimate moment was done forcefully, although you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you’d be able to sneak away to finish what you had started.

#one piece #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #op #aokiji kuzan #one piece x you #aokiji x reader #aokiji one piece #kuzan x reader #one piece smut #op x reader #op x you

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cherrylibby · 3 days ago

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Between Life and Love

The last thing you remember is shouting—urgent voices rising above the chaos, a cacophony of fear and desperation. Then, the sharp, searing pain as a bullet tears through your abdomen. The ground rushes up to meet you, cold and unyielding.

The world blurs around you, colors and sounds fading as your body grows heavy. Through the haze, you catch a glimpse of Spencer Reid. He’s rushing toward you, panic etched into every line of his face.

"Y/N!" he shouts, his voice cracking. He drops to his knees beside you, his trembling hands pressing down on the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Stay with me," he pleads, his voice a mixture of panic and determination. "Please, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. You have to be okay."

His normally steady hands shake as he tries to control the blood gushing from your wound. Tears well in his wide hazel eyes, threatening to spill over as he stares down at you.

You want to say something, to tell him it’s not his fault, but the words don’t come. Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, and his voice grows distant, like a fading echo.

When you wake, the world feels strangely quiet. The harsh fluorescent lights above you cast a sterile glow, and the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor is the first sound you register.

Your body feels heavy, the dull ache in your abdomen a reminder of what happened. Blinking, you manage to focus on your surroundings. You’re in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV.

At your bedside, Spencer sits slumped forward, his head resting on the edge of the mattress. His usually neat hair is disheveled, and the dark circles under his eyes suggest he hasn’t slept in days.

"Spence," you croak, your voice hoarse and weak.

His head snaps up, and for a moment, he just stares at you, as if he can’t believe you’re really awake. Then, relief floods his features, and he quickly leans closer.

"Y/N," he breathes, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re awake."

Before you can respond, the door opens, and the rest of the team files in. Emily is the first to approach, her expression a mix of relief and gentle reprimand.

"You really know how to scare us, don’t you?" she says, brushing a hand lightly over your arm.

Morgan stands next to her, shaking his head with a rueful smile. "You’ve got to stop putting yourself in the line of fire like this. We’re getting too old for these kinds of scares."

JJ and Rossi linger near the foot of the bed, offering soft words of encouragement and teasing remarks to lighten the mood. Their presence is comforting, a reminder of the bond you all share.

But through it all, Spencer stays quiet, his eyes never leaving you.

Eventually, the team begins to trickle out, giving you space to rest. Emily glances at Spencer before leaving, her gaze lingering for a moment as if to say, This is your chance.

Now, it’s just the two of you.

Spencer pulls his chair closer, his long fingers fiddling nervously with the edge of his sweater. He hesitates, the silence stretching between you.

"Spence," you say softly, breaking the tension.

He looks up at you, his hazel eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I thought I lost you," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I’ve seen so many terrible things in this job, but nothing… nothing has ever scared me like that. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I never told you."

He swallows hard, his hands clenching into fists as he gathers his courage. "Y/N, you mean so much to me. More than I’ve ever let on. You’re the one person who makes me feel like I’m more than just statistics and facts. You make me feel… human."

His voice cracks, and he looks down, his shoulders shaking slightly. "I’ve always been afraid to say anything, afraid of ruining what we have. But after seeing you like that, I realized… I can’t keep this to myself anymore."

He lifts his gaze, meeting your eyes. "I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for a long time."

The raw vulnerability in his confession leaves you speechless for a moment. You reach out, your fingers brushing against his. He takes your hand in his, holding it tightly, as if afraid to let go.

"I love you too, Spence," you say, your voice soft but steady.

A tear slips down his cheek, and he lets out a shaky laugh, relief washing over him. He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your hand.

"I promise," he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet determination. "I’m going to be here for you. Always."

And for the first time since waking up, you feel a sense of peace, knowing that whatever comes next, you won’t face it alone.

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What was that? - Ch. 11.

viktorxfemale!OFC explicit!

friends to lovers, co-workers, sexual tension up to the wazoo, pinning and banter that got me frustrated when I was writing it, attempt at humour, some angst and a slow burn with a happy ending and a classic Viktor for once

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.8. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.12. | Ch.13. | Ch.14. | Ch.15.

word count: 5,8K

tag: #what was that

author’s note: @rennethen as beta reader

Cross-posted on AO3

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“Do you think Jayce knows?” Renly asked as they strolled leisurely toward the lab.

It was still an odd sensation—walking hand-in-hand with Viktor. His grip was warm, steady, and confident, so matter-of-fact about it, as if this had been their routine for years rather than a startlingly new development. Meanwhile, Renly couldn’t help but feel a little silly. Every now and then, she glanced at him, half-expecting to catch some flicker of hesitation or second-guessing, but no. Viktor had made his choice, and once he decided something, well… it was decided.

“I certainly hope not yet,” Viktor replied dryly, his cane tapping lightly against the cobblestones. “As that would mean he spied on us yesterday, and that would be, how do you say it… disturbing.” The last word rolled off his tongue with a deliberate care that sent a shiver through her thoughts, and Renly silently filed it away.

“But” he continued, “I suppose he might suspect, given our shared absence.”

Renly’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Should we have some fun with him?”

Viktor turned his head to glance at her, his amber eyes sharp with amusement. “I am open to many… perversions, Renly,” he said with an exaggerated air of innocence, “but are you already bored with just me?”

Renly’s step faltered as her face flamed red. She gaped at him, scandalized. “Viktor!”

He didn’t even try to hide his smirk. “Ah, there it is,” he remarked with a soft chuckle, his gaze lingering on the blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks in record time.

She slapped his chest lightly, laughing despite herself. “I am very much entertained, thank you very much,” she said, recovering her composure. “But I’ll remember that comment in case you stop proving sufficient.” Her grin was merciless now.

Viktor chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I fear that one day, I will dig my own grave.” Then, with a sidelong glance, his eyes glinting with amusement, he added, “What does the cunning fox have in mind this time?”

Renly’s mouth opened, ready with a response, but she froze mid-thought, her brow furrowing. “Wait—hold on. That happened twice already! Are you implying that I’m some kind of chaos wrecker?”

“Implying?” Viktor tilted his head, his expression maddeningly composed. “I believe the evidence speaks for itself. What I am implying,” he continued smoothly, “is merely that your name suits you very well.”

Renly blinked, puzzled. “What do you mean, my name suits me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Viktor smirked faintly; his steps measured as they continued down the path. “Ah, so you are unfamiliar with Reynard the Fox?”

“Reynard the what now?” she asked, amused by the sudden detour into what she was sure was one of Viktor’s infamous tangents.

“A trickster,” he began, the amusement in his tone carefully layered with affection. “From old tales. Reynard is a fox known for wit, cunning, and the ability to outsmart everyone around him. A trickster god, if you like. Quite fitting, no?”

Renly’s mouth fell open in exaggerated offense, though her eyes sparkled. “Are you calling me a god, Viktor? Because I’ll take that. But the trickster part? Absolutely not.”

Viktor chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I am only relaying facts, Renly. I cannot be blamed if the description happens to align so well with you.”

She laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Oh, you’re awful. I can’t believe you know something about me that I didn’t even know.”

“Useless knowledge, perhaps,” he quipped, though his voice softened as he glanced down at her. “But it is knowledge nonetheless, and it suits you better than you may think.”

Renly tilted her head, her expression playful but thoughtful. “You know,” she said, her voice growing quieter, “maybe there’s something to that. The power of the names we’re given. After all…” Her gaze flicked to his hand, still wrapped around hers. “You are victorious at everything you do.”

Viktor faltered, her words clearly catching him off guard. His hand tightened gently around hers as he slowed his pace, the faintest smile curling his lips. “You are much too kind,” he murmured, though his tone carried a tinge of disbelief, as if he were still trying to convince himself of the truth in her words.

“I’m just being honest,” Renly said, her voice steady. “And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I trust what I see with my own eyes. You take the world apart and put it back together in ways no one else can. That’s something only you can do, Viktor.”

He stopped then, turning to face her fully, his amber eyes softer than she’d ever seen. “Victorious, hmm?” he murmured. “Perhaps. But you give me too much credit, Renly. I do not always create—I destroy, too.”

She stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Then let me remind you that even gold has to be melted down and shaped before it becomes something beautiful. And you, Viktor,” she added, her voice warm, “are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known.”

His gaze lingered on hers for a moment, searching, before he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her temple. “You are unfairly good at this,” he whispered against her skin.

“At what?” she teased.

“Making me believe.” They stood there for a few seconds, their closeness lingering in the quiet space between them. Renly could feel the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his presence grounding her in a way that felt almost impossible to explain. Her breath softened as she looked up at him, finding something infinitely reassuring in the calm of his gaze.

“Renly,” Viktor murmured, his voice low, “as much as I enjoy this... we still have a task at hand.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden shift. “And what might that be?”

Viktor’s smirk returned, his hand slipping gently from hers as he took a small step back. “How should we make Jayce’s day hard?”

Renly entered the lab first, moving briskly toward the kitchen area where Jayce had already brewed a fresh coffee pot. She poured herself a cup, trying to settle into the routine of the day, though her mind was still tangled with the tension of their little, evil plan. As she stirred the coffee, Jayce walked in, his expression warm but slightly hesitant.

“How are you doing today?” he asked, his voice light as he grabbed a cup of his own.

Renly gave him a quick smile, though her eyes stayed focused on the swirling liquid. “Fine,” she said, her tone neutral, avoiding eye contact. “Busy, as always. You know how it is.” She was distant, too distant for Jayce’s liking, but he didn’t press further.

Just then, Viktor entered, his footsteps steady but measured. He offered a polite nod toward Jayce and Renly but said nothing more. The coolness in the air shifted as he moved toward the counter, taking his place beside Renly.

“Morning,” Viktor greeted them both, his voice calm, but there was a subtle weight in the air that hinted at the unresolved tension between them.

Renly offered a polite but stiff, “Morning,” before she took a sip of her coffee, avoiding his gaze. Viktor didn’t miss the hesitation, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he reached for the coffee pot, filling his own mug.

Jayce, noticing the awkward atmosphere, tried to salvage the conversation. “So... any updates on those samples from last week?” he asked, leaning against the counter, his eyes flicking between them. “I was thinking you might need to tweak a few variables if we want to get accurate readings. I can help?”

Renly sighed, setting her mug down on the counter a little too forcefully. “Tweak? You mean redo them, right? Because the last set was, well... not perfect.” Her voice had a bite to it, though it was disguised as casual irritation.

Viktor’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “You can’t expect perfection from the first try.” His voice was sharp, but measured, his irritation hidden beneath a layer of composure.

Renly scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why, of course, silly me. Trusting the years of my education and experience...” She rolled her eyes dramatically, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Viktor’s brow furrowed, his posture stiffening. “If you had waited for the data to process properly instead of rushing ahead, maybe we’d have a clearer picture,” he snapped, the sharpness in his tone now unmistakable.

Renly raised an eyebrow. “Rushing? I was being efficient,” she countered, leaning slightly toward him. “Maybe someone should try not to overcomplicate things.”

The words hung in the air for a beat, tension crackling between them as Jayce stood awkwardly at the counter, watching them both. He cleared his throat, trying to cut through the palpable discomfort. “Hey, hey—guys, we’re all on the same team here, right?” He forced a smile, but it was weak and faltering as he glanced between them, feeling the rift grow wider.

Viktor and Renly both shot him looks, their expressions stiff as they stood on opposite sides of the kitchen island, their energy clashing.

“I’m just saying—” Renly started, but Viktor cut her off.

“You’re just saying a lot of things,” he shot back, his tone becoming sharper. “It’s a pattern, Renly. Sometimes, I wonder if you ever listen to anything I say to you.”

Renly’s breath hitched, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something softer in her expression. “You really think that? That’s rich coming from the guy who thinks he has all the answers of the universe.” Her voice was low, but there was a sting in it.

Viktor’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond. The silence in the kitchen felt heavy, suffocating.

Jayce could feel the tension between them thickening. He forced a smile, hoping to steer them back to neutral ground. “Alright, alright. We’re getting off track here,” he said, glancing at both of them. “We’re here to get work done, not argue.”

Renly let out a sharp breath, clearly frustrated, but she didn’t engage with Viktor any further. Instead, she stood up abruptly and headed toward the lab. However, as she reached the door, she paused, turning back with a mischievous smile.

“Ah, one more thing,” she said, her voice soft but full of purpose as she approached Viktor’s chair. Leaning over him, she grabbed his jaw firmly—just enough to make him stiffen, though he didn’t flinch.

She pressed a quick, almost teasing kiss to his lips before pulling away, her grin wide and unrepentant. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Jayce froze. His heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, everything seemed to stop. His mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened, what he’d just witnessed. His eyes widened as the realization slammed into him—slow, undeniable, and crushing.

He opened his mouth to speak but found that the words wouldn’t come. The tension in the room seemed to stretch forever before he finally muttered, his voice thick with disbelief, “I... hate you both so much.”

Jayce’s eyes narrowed as he looked between them, still frozen in disbelief. “How could you do this to me?” he exclaimed, clutching his chest dramatically. “I almost had a heart attack!”

Renly, now sitting back down with her coffee, couldn’t help but smirk. She let her fingers brush against Viktor’s hand in a casual but deliberate motion, feeling a small spark at the contact. It wasn’t obvious, but Viktor’s gaze softened for a split second before he masked it with a smirk of his own.

Viktor leaned back in his chair, looking at Jayce with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t think I could’ve been much of a threat, Jayce. But don’t worry, you’ll survive.”

Jayce looked back at them, a mix of exasperation and begrudging affection flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he muttered. “I’m just happy for you two, really. I mean, it’s nice to see you finally getting your act together.” He paused, adding with mock trepidation, “But I’m now genuinely afraid of your combined power. It’s... terrifying.”

Renly chuckled, swirling her coffee absentmindedly. “Oh, it’s not so bad, Jayce. It’s actually a good balance. You should try it sometime.”

Jayce rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I’ll pass on the emotional chaos.” He paused, then smirked. “Still, I’ll give you this—at least you’re not running off with Viktor’s lab notes anymore. That was a genuine concern.”

Viktor’s lips twitched at Jayce’s jab, but he couldn’t resist a smirk. “It wasn’t my idea, Jayce. The mastermind behind this entire setup,” he gestured between himself and Renly, “is all Renly’s doing.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest with a playful, mocking frown. “I don’t see this excuse working with the enforcers, Viktor,” he said, his voice laced with exaggerated suspicion. “They’ll still throw you in the holding cells if they catch wind of this.”

Renly gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest in mock horror. “What is this? So quick to sell me out?” she exclaimed, shaking her head with playful outrage. “I thought we were partners in crime, Viktor!”

Viktor looked at her deadpan, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I only reveal the truth when it benefits me, my dear. And as much as I appreciate your... ingenuity, I would rather not be implicated in your schemes.”

Renly narrowed her eyes, pretending to be insulted. “So, what’s the plan, then? You’re going to throw me under the bus and leave me to face the consequences alone?”

Viktor leaned back slightly, clearly enjoying the banter. “If the bus fits…”

Renly shot him an amused look. “Oh, you’re so charming, Viktor.”

Jayce chuckled, unable to hold back. “Alright, alright, I’ve heard enough. I officially claim the title of architect of this monstrosity,” he said, waving his hand between the two of them. “The terrifying, unstoppable power couple. It’s all my doing, my creation.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. “You may have played a part, but I assure you, Jayce, the true danger lies in Renly’s influence.”

Renly gave him an exaggerated wink. “Don’t worry, Jayce. The true architect might be you, but the real power? All Viktor’s doing.”

Jayce groaned, rubbing his forehead with mock exhaustion. “Just please, for the love of all things sacred, don’t do this again. And, for the love of Hextech, don’t be gross at work. As I’ve helped put the two of you together, I can undo it. That’s a promise.”

Renly grinned and tapped her finger against Viktor’s shoulder, feigning seriousness. “Don’t worry about this one,” she said, pointing at Viktor, who was still leaning casually over his cup, giving Jayce a smug look. “You know Viktor’s favourite lecture—the ‘appropriate behaviour in the workplace’ speech. He’ll make sure we follow the rules. It’s practically a safety lecture on repeat.” She mimicked Viktor’s tone in a deadpan voice. “No inappropriate behaviour around hextech equipment, no distractions—save that for after hours.”

Viktor shot her a look, smirking. “I do try to maintain some semblance of order around here, Renly. It's important to keep professionalism, even in… less conventional environments.”

Jayce put his hands up in mock surrender. “Right, right. I’m sure the entire lab is scared stiff whenever you give one of those speeches, Viktor.”

Renly laughed, adding with a wink, “You’d be surprised how effective they are. You don’t want to risk Viktor’s safety lectures, trust me.”

Viktor gave a light shrug. “It’s a necessary evil.”

Jayce shook his head, trying not to smile. “Alright, I’ll let you two have your little moment but remember—keep it at a 9-to-5 level. No surprises after hours. I don’t need any more ‘schemes’ to manage.”

Renly leaned back, sipping her coffee with a smirk. “Don’t worry, Jayce. We’ll try to keep things professional... but no promises.”

***

For about two weeks, things had been kept ‘professional’—mostly. Jayce was still wincing at the subtle signals of affection between Viktor and Renly and felt utterly betrayed that the sugar secret was still being kept from him. They spent most of their time together at Viktor’s flat, as Renly, too preoccupied with, well, everything, still hadn’t cleared the hazardous debris from her own.

Lately, however, with finals approaching at the academy, leaving Renly with little time for her own work, and Viktor and Jayce stumbling upon the Hexcore discovery, most of their shared time had shifted to the lab. And so, things had stopped being quite so ‘professional.’

They worked on their separate workloads in silence, but for the soft, intermittent hum of Renly’s voice as she fiddled at her bench. It wasn’t quite a song—more a series of lilting, disjointed melodies she pieced together as she fiddled with her tools. Viktor, perched on the stool at his own workbench across the room, caught himself smiling.

The quiet hum broke into an off-key flourish, and Viktor chuckled, soft and warm.

Renly turned toward him; eyebrow quirked. “What’s funny?”

“You,” Viktor replied without looking up from his work, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You hum when you’re focused. I’d forgotten.”

Renly planted her hands on her hips, feigning indignation. “Forgotten? I do not!”

“You do,” he insisted, shooting her a teasing glance. “But don’t stop. It’s… endearing.”

She blinked at him, her mock-offense softening into something more thoughtful. After a moment, she shook her head with a small laugh. “This is weird, you know.”

“What is?”

“This,” she gestured vaguely between them, “being this close to you and not… not feeling like I have to keep my hands to myself.” Her voice grew quieter as she spoke, her eyes fixed thoughtfully on the space in front of her. “For so long, I thought if I ever touched you, you’d flinch.”

Viktor looked up at her then, his gaze steady but playful. “If you don’t believe it, you should verify. For science.”

Renly laughed. “Is that your way of saying you’re the test subject?”

He spread his hands in a mock-solemn gesture. “If it will satisfy your hypothesis.”

“But what about the work environment safety, Viktor? Are you leading me astray just to rub it into my face one day?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“As I said, it would be for science, therefore part of our work,” Viktor smirked, though even he couldn’t quite believe his own words. At work? Never. Yet now, it was the only thing on his mind. “When it comes to rubbing things in your face… well, no promises,” he added innocently, causing Renly to clasp her hand to her face, though she couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“Fine,” she said with exaggerated determination, crossing the room toward him. “But I’m a very thorough researcher.”

Stopping in front of his stool, she leaned down and poked a finger to his forehead, her expression one of mock-serious examination. “Hmm, no reaction. Subject appears… suspiciously non-hostile.”

Viktor chuckled, tipping his head back slightly to look up at her. “So far.”

Her finger moved to prod at his cheek, then his shoulder, her expression growing more dramatic with each exaggerated poke. “Subject’s outer shell is remarkably non-defensive. No sharp edges or biting. Fascinating.”

“Renly…” Viktor’s voice held a warning tone now, though his smile betrayed him.

But she was undeterred. She crouched a little, eyeing his torso, her finger hovering near his ribs. “And here, we test the reflexes—”

“Don’t you dare,” Viktor said sharply, though he was laughing now.

Renly smirked but straightened up, her expression softening as she brushed her hand lightly across his jaw. This time, she didn’t poke—she let her fingers trail gently, tracing the line of his cheekbone. Her voice was quieter when she spoke again. “Subject seems to be… content at the contact.”

Viktor’s laughter faded, replaced with something softer in his gaze. He reached up and caught her wrist gently, tugging her a little closer. “Perhaps the subject is more than content.”

Before she could reply, he pulled her fully toward him, and she let herself be guided, sliding into his lap with ease. Viktor’s hands steadied her at her hips, and her arms found their way around his neck as their lips met in a kiss—tentative at first, then deepening.

Renly straddled his lap, leaning into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss grew hungrier, the soft hum of her earlier tune replaced by soft breaths and the faint scrape of his chair against the floor as they shifted closer. Viktor’s grip on her waist tightened, he tried to pull her in just a little bit more, the friction between their bodies making him swell up. He didn’t know what came over him in that moment. The words weren’t planned, nor had he ever imagined saying them like this. But before he could stop himself, they slipped out, muffled against her lips in a breathless whisper.

“I love you.” It was quiet but landed like a thunderclap.

Renly froze, her hands stilling against his chest. Her breath caught in her throat, and she pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him.

Viktor’s face was flushed, his breathing uneven. He didn’t flinch under her gaze but watched her carefully, as though bracing for her response. “I—” he started, seeing that no such thing was coming. “I am aware this is quick,” his voice now measured, though still quiet. “But I think I’ve had this in me for a while now. I was just looking for the right words, as ‘love’ doesn’t describe how you make me feel.”

Bravery slowly fled his body, and his gaze dropped down to her collarbones. He felt his chest tightening, slight pain lingering within it.

“It doesn’t?”

“No…” Viktor placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs gently rubbing the skin of her neck and collarbone. “I admire you. I respect you. I adore you,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw. “I think… you’ve nestled in my heart a long time ago. I just—”

“Viktor, I—”

“Wait.” He stopped her, his voice calm but earnest. “You don’t have to say anything. I wanted you to know this, and I wanted to find the courage to be the first one to say it, since you did the heavy lifting.” A soft, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I am… happy.”

Renly exhaled softly, her fingers brushing against his collar as she leaned her forehead against his. She closed her eyes, letting the weight of his words sink in.

“I don’t think I can compete with that, you know,” she murmured, her voice wavering slightly with a nervous laugh. “I may not have the words yet,” she whispered, her voice steady now, “but I think you’ve nestled in my heart too, whether you wanted it or not.”

“Oh, it took me some time, but I definitely wanted to,” his tone now lighter, as he began to kiss her slowly, his hands pushing her toward him. “And now, I would gladly nestle myself somewhere else, by your approval,” Viktor whispered in a sultry tone, biting her lower lip.

Renly laughed into his mouth, completely disarmed. “Viktor, I don’t care if I win this one. I want you so much right now that if you don’t do something soon, I might—”

“Implode?” Viktor offered, his lips twitching into a smirk as he licked her earlobe and left a tiny bite on it. She let out a muffled whimper, managing to throw out, “Yes, and there will be no one to—ah!” Her words dissolved into a gasp as Viktor pressed his groin between her legs. “Put the blame on me when the enforcers come,” Renly managed to finish her sentence with a breathy strain, her body already melting into Viktor’s arms, her resolve as pliable as the warmth radiating between them.

“Hmm, that would be just awful,” he teased mercilessly, his voice rich with amusement. “I don’t think I could allow it—my favourite thing taken away from me so quickly,” Viktor whispered into her ear, his words laced with a low growl. “Let’s get you fucked in no time.”

Renly giggled, though her ears went completely crimson red at the sultry register of Viktor’s voice. He deftly fumbled with her buttons while leaving a slick trace of kisses on her neck, but her own fingers trembled when she was peeling layers of clothing open. Each brush of his fingertips on her skin made a prickle of goosebumps rise and fall, as if his touch was bringing her back to life.

Once she was left with nothing but a bra, she slid off his lap and got rid of her underwear, leaving ,the skirt on. She scrambled back up onto him, his own shirt and vest left hanging loosely around his frame, buttons undone.

Viktor adjusted the backrest of his chair, so he could lean back comfortably and slide Renly’s hips on top of his, as he pulled her breasts out of the bra and gave each a gentle squeeze. He brushed his thumb over a faint fingertip shaped bruise on the side of one of them—a reminder of their last night’s activities. “You wear my marks with such grace,” he whispered, ghosting his lips over it.

Renly shuddered at the warmth of his mouth, her head falling back, her pelvis digging deeper into Viktor’s groin, making him release a low groan. “Do I have to hold you down in place, my love?” He smirked against her breast and bit on it carefully, while digging his fingers into her hips to still her movement. She gasped and shot him a look of playful disapproval.

“Undo my belt,” he commanded, placing his hands on the sides of her neck, keeping their eyes locked. Her hands slid down his torso to unbuckle him, but she had to steal a glance to make her work of his fly buttons. “Ah! And look at me,” he pulled her face back up to his.

She pressed her forehead to his and let out a long exhale, as if bracing herself. Having her focus recollected, she slowly undid his fly, button after button, his cock already pressing itself out. Her hand palmed his length through the soft fabric of his underwear, and Viktor let out a long hum of approval at the warmth of her touch.

Renly slid her hand under the material shyly, observing his reaction. A smile bloomed on his lips and a quiet praise fell from his mouth, “Just like that.” She sprung him free and let his cock rest idly against her slit, as she moved her hips slowly back and forth, grinding on his length, covering him with her slick.

Viktor’s lips collided with hers, as he kissed her with a deep hunger that crawled itself up his body, digging its claws into his lungs, his ribcage, his heart. “Do you want me to—“, he breathed into her mouth, his words failing him, melting into another kiss.

“No, I want you now,” Renly felt her insides squeezing tight, Viktor’s proximity driving her into a lustful haze she didn’t know she had in her. Time was of the essence, and although she deeply believed in Jayce’s decency—that he would back out quietly if he caught them—she didn’t want to risk even the slightest possibility that they might have to stop.

“Tell me if anything feels wrong.” Viktor’s own voice was straining, as he teased her entrance with his head. He slid in carefully, his cock twitching at how warm and wet she was. Once he was fully buried inside her, he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.

“It feels… the opposite of wrong,” Renly whispered against his lips, her mouth dry and her brain slowly giving up on formulating proper thoughts. Viktor slid his hands down her sides, one travelled where their bodies met, as his fingers parted her, the other tilted her hips forth, so she could grind her clit on his pubic bone while riding him.

“You drive,” he smiled playfully, seeing the spark in her eyes as soon as she felt his skin rubbing against her. She gave her hips an experimental roll and Viktor groaned loudly, making her chuckle. His hand shot to cradle the back of her neck, as she steadied herself on his shoulders and searched for her rhythm.

Soon the sensation of being full of his cock, her core grinding on his, built itself up and Renly felt the pressure bubbling in her lower belly as she quickened the pace, her movement falling out of grace.

“Viktor, I’m so close,” she breathed against his lips, and he took the cue, moving to suck on her neck, his hands kneading her breasts. It was all it took for her to fall over the edge, as she came undone pressing his face to the crook of her neck, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her walls clenching desperately around him.

As her rhythm stuttered, Viktor kept rolling his hips underneath her, a playful smirk ghosting on his lips when he whispered, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He grabbed her chin in one of his hands and placed a loud kiss on her lips. “Are you alright?” His gentle whisper enveloped her as she nodded, her expression serious.

Even though he was close, Viktor’s pace was steady, almost lazy, as he thrusted into her with a quiet force. He was savouring the buildup, cherishing the feeling of her walls closing on him, enveloping him with warmth. “Fuck, I love you,” he rasped into her mouth, spilling himself inside her, before he kissed her.

Outside of gentle twitches and shuddering breaths, neither of them moved for a while. Renly rested her head in the crook of his neck, while Viktor leaned back, cradling her close to his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo on her back.

“How are you?” Viktor asked softly, cupping her cheek and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m so in love with you, I don’t know what to do with it,” Renly whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as a rush of tears swelled beneath her eyelids.

“I think I might know the feeling.” Viktor wrapped his arms tightly around her and nuzzled his face into her hair. “Take as long as you need,” he murmured, exhaling slowly as if trying to ground her in the moment.

Renly tilted her head slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she whispered, “And you? How are you feeling?” Her fingers lightly grazed the back of his neck, a comforting, grounding gesture.

Viktor closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a soft hum of contentment. “Tired,” he admitted, his voice low but tinged with a warmth that made the word feel almost reverent. “But blissfully so.”

Renly smiled against his skin, her arms tightening around him. “Good,” she murmured, shifting slightly to press her cheek to his. “I want you to feel safe with me, Viktor. Like I feel with you. That’s all I want.”

His breath hitched at her words, a flicker of vulnerability passing through his expression before he softened again. “You make me feel more than safe,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “You make me feel… whole. As though the pieces I thought lost were never truly gone.” He felt her arms tighten around him in response.

When they finally untangled from each other, Renly’s knees almost gave out. They helped each other get dressed, though not doing a very good job of it, snorting and giggling as they went. Viktor insisted on getting at least a little bit of work done, but her resolve was completely gone, and she decided to head home at a humane hour for once.

Renly stood by the door, her coat slung over her arm as she cast Viktor a lingering look, her cheeks still red from what had just transpired. We sure did keep it professional.

“You sure you don’t want to head out too?” she asked softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Viktor shook his head, still seated at his workstation. “I’ll finish a few things here. Just… make it home safely, hmm?”

Renly stepped closer, her hand brushing his shoulder. “You work too hard,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. “Goodnight, Viktor.”

“Goodnight, Renly.” His voice was warm, but his eyes remained fixed on the table in front of him as she finally slipped out of the lab, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

The silence felt heavier now. Viktor leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting toward the Hexcore, where it pulsed faintly in its casing, its glow casting shadows across the room. His fingers tapped idly against the desk, the work in front of him forgotten as his mind wandered.

He exhaled slowly, his chest tightening in a way that had nothing to do with the tension of the day. A sudden light-headedness crept over him, and he braced himself against the edge of the table, his other hand clutching at his chest.

The cough came suddenly, a sharp bark that echoed in the quiet of the lab. It wasn’t as violent as the fits he’d suffered before, but it was enough to make him pause, a deep unease settling in his stomach. He fumbled for the handkerchief in his pocket, bringing it to his lips as another cough wracked his body. A few drops spattered onto the table.

When the fit subsided, Viktor sank back into his chair, his breathing uneven. His fingers tightened around the handkerchief as he glanced at the Hexcore again, its faint hum seeming louder now in the stillness.

“Why now?” he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse. The words hung in the air, unanswered.

The Hexcore pulsed faintly in the dim light, almost as if it were mocking him. Viktor frowned, his mind tugged between the promise of his work and the unsettling fragility of his own body. He shook his head, trying to clear the wooziness that clung to him. With one last glance at the Hexcore, he forced himself to focus back on the scattered notes on his desk, determined to shake off the unease creeping at the edges of his thoughts. He would tell her. Just… later.

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