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helloalycia · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] // 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤

summary: as tensions rise between your tribe at Black Hat and the Ottos at the ranch, you're certain the killing won't end. Of course, things start to change when the Clarks join the ranch, and one Clark in particular seems to be after the same thing as you: peace.

warning/s: mentions of discrimination, violence, death and injury.

author's note: hey all! so this was a request on here about a month ago and i've been trying very hard to get it written up, but between work and being ill lol, it's been hard. Finally though, it's here! this first chapter is a lil quick-paced to get through the scenes in the show, but it slows down after this and there’s much more alicia x you scenes too. four parts to expect, so stay tuned :)

(also peep the new layout 👀)

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I was finishing eating lunch when my dad returned from his outing with a small party from our tribe. He didn't look hurt in any way thankfully, but when he spotted me, he dismissed those around him so he could speak to me privately.

"Hey, Y/N," he sighed, pulling me in for a side hug. "How are you?"

I returned the hug, curious to what he wanted to share. "I'm good. What happened? Did you get into another confrontation with the ranchers?"

The ranchers were those inhabiting Broke Jaw Ranch, owned by the Otto family, and whom had problems with us at Black Hat Reservation ever since they stole our land. Prior to the dead rising, my father and ancestors had been trying to win back the land the legal way, but legalities never worked in our favour. Now, no more laws meant resorting to the old fashioned method – violence. And that was exactly what the ranchers practiced, which made me fear every time my father left our home.

"We came across Troy and some others," my dad explained. Troy was one of Jeremiah Otto's sons – the other being Jake – who also headed up the ranch, and he was an absolute dickhead, but a dangerous one. "We warned them to stay away from us."

"You think they'll listen?" I asked.

He tried not to smile as he suddenly threw a bag on the ground from his back, and out tumbled several pairs of boots. Presumably Troy and his party's.

"They should get the hint," he answered. "And if not, they know the helicopter was us. They know what we're capable of."

I sighed inwardly, knowing he was referring to the helicopter our people had shot out of the sky the other night. It wasn't something I was particularly proud of, even if I wasn't directly involved, but it did serve to send a message. I understood why we did it, but sometimes I only wanted peace and not more violence.

"What is it?" he asked, sensing something was wrong.

I looked up at him, expression softening. "Can't we try to negotiate with them? I'm sure if we agreed to speak with Jake–"

"You know what this land means to our people," he said sternly. "The Ottos don't negotiate. Never have. Why would we try to meet them halfway?"

I nodded slowly, having heard this many times before. And to an extent, he was right. The ranchers and the Ottos were all the same, as experience had shown us. They didn't like us one bit, solely because we were different to them.

But if there was a chance at negotiation, Jake would be the one to go to. The most levelheaded of the Ottos, he wanted a peaceful solution, too. But my father didn't trust him, nor see it that way. And maybe I should've started to think like him, too.

"Sorry, I know you're right," I admitted. "I'm just tired of trying to survive, even now. I thought it would be over."

My dad frowned apologetically before pulling me in for a hug. "We're going to get our land back. And they aren't going to hurt us anymore. We've got the upper hand now, Y/N, you just wait."

I nodded, returning his hug, and tried to stop being so soft. His methods weren't always agreeable, but maybe they were necessary to winning this war.

"I'm gonna double check our security on the perimeter," he said once he pulled away. "Take care of yourself."

I offered him a small smile as I watched him walk away, before it faded and I felt shitty all over again. Deciding to get my mind off it, I went to the well to get some water, only for Ofelia to join my side and earn my attention.

"Hey, you look down," she noticed, glancing at me as she filled her bottle up. "What's up?"

Ofelia was one of our newest members of the Black Hat Reservation, someone my father saved from dying out in the desert. As I'd gotten to know her more and more, we became quite good friends and I was grateful to have her around, not really opening up to many people like I did her.

"Just thinking about all this stuff with the ranch," I admitted. "It's tiring is all."

"They should give back what they stole," Ofelia said with a sigh. "They can't get away with it, even now."

"I know," I agreed. "I just– sometimes I feel like the violence is a never ending cycle. They steal from us. We fight them. They fight us. We blow up their helicopter. When does it end?"

"When they surrender," Ofelia said confidently, and I envied it because why couldn't I think that way? Why did I have to be so soft?

I nodded, spacing out a little as I looked back to the well. She squeezed my shoulders slightly, comforting me.

"It won't always be like this," she promised. "We're getting close. They'll give it up eventually. And the cycle will end."

"I hope so," I muttered, before nudging her in the side. "Thanks, Ofelia."

She smiled. "You're welcome."

Barely a few days later, there was a commotion out front, and by the time I'd left the diner to see what was happening, my father was stood before Jake Otto himself and a stranger he'd brought along with him, probably another rancher. All guns were pointed their way and I grew curious to why Jake had shown up. Did he want to negotiate? Maybe there was a chance after all?

"Take them inside whilst I get cleaned up," my dad ordered, flicking his hand.

Some guards ushered Jake and the girl inside the diner as I exchanged glances with my dad, ignoring the bloody apron he wore, a consequence of him beheading a pig moments before.

"You're hearing him out?" I asked, trying to hide any hopefulness, but he knew me too well.

"Doesn't mean anything," he told me, giving me a knowing look. "But we shall hear what he has to say."

I tried to contain my curiosity and eagerness as I nodded. After waiting for him to clean himself up, we both went to the diner and took a seat at the booth opposite Jake and the mystery girl. It was quiet at first, Jake and my father eyeing each other up. Then his eyes met mine and he nodded slightly in acknowledgement, to which I returned. We'd spoken a few times on occasion, but that was in the old world.

The mystery girl beside him also looked between my father and I, though with a hardened stare as if she'd already made her mind up about us. It could have been laughable considering she didn't know us, but I was too eager to hear what their proposal was to care.

"My father will never abandon the ranch," Jake started calmly, meeting my dad's eyes. "You know that."

Without faltering, my dad answered, "Then we'll feed him to the crows like Phil McCarthy." I tried not to cringe as I recalled said rancher being left to be pecked away by crows when he trespassed on our land. "Then Russell Brown and Vernon Trimbol."

Those named were all shared founders of Broke Jaw Ranch, and the number one reason we could never have our land returned to us. My father harboured enough hatred for them for all of us, and I didn't blame him, even if he sometimes let it dictate his actions.

"Russell's dead," Jake informed us. "The adobe burned."

A little pleased, my dad said, "That karma's overdue, but welcomed."

"Vernon Trimbol's dead, too," the mystery girl spoke, eyeing my father curiously.

"I hope it was a long and... painful illness," my dad said without any remorse.

"He died with his family," the girl continued, almost challengingly. "His wife, his daughter. You killed them."

I furrowed my brows, eyes studying the brunette and her absurd accusation. But before I could even think to defend my father, he spoke calmly to Jake.

"Is this girl speaking for you?"

The girl and Jake exchanged glances before Jake ignored my father's question and instead pleaded, "We need the violence to stop."

"Soon will, Jake," my dad answered nonchalantly, before raising three fingers in the air. "Three down, one to go."

"My father never did anything to you or your people–" Jake began, but this seemed to irritate my dad.

"Tell me, junior," he interrupted, "do the lies turn your stomach? Do you taste the bile in the back of your throat?"

"State police investigated this," Jake explained, "they found no correlation between–"

"Stop–" my father banged his hand on the table with frustration, "–talking. You're boring me, like you did in court. Those days are dead."

"I thought we had an understanding, even outside of court," Jake tried again, and I could see why my father was growing more angry, despite holding it in.

"I understood," my father reminded him. "When you came here with your drunk friends, I was to serve them their food with a smile on my face. Tolerate their slurs. Clean up their vomit in the toilet, and thank them for their pocket change tips."

I swallowed hard, the memories of those days returning to mind as he mentioned them. Nobody wanted to see their family belittled, but that's exactly what we had to endure from Jake's family. The peace we wanted was looking farther and farther out of reach.

"The days of the white man's courts are over," my dad told him. "Land grabs, desecrations... over. Now you have our verdict. The first humans' verdict. You must vacate our lands."

It fell quiet as Jake stared at my father, trying to read his expression. Would he finally give in? Could this be it?

"I was hoping for a parley," Jake said instead, and I should have known it was too good to be true. "A chance to negotiate and to avoid more loss."

I glanced at my dad, seeing him stuck in thought as he digested Jake's words. But this was exactly what I was after this whole time and we couldn't just let it slip by.

"Let's do it," I spoke up for the first time, earning everyone's attention.

"Y/N–"

"No, I'm serious," I cut my dad off as he tried to make me reconsider, no doubt. "A parley is good. It's what we all need. To stop the killing. To stop the cycle."

"Exactly," the mystery girl agreed, and I glanced at her with both gratitude and curiosity.

My dad paused, studying my expression, and I communicated my hope for this all I could with just my eyes. Thankfully, he seemed to understand.

"Maybe you're right," he finally gave in, responding to Jake's offer. "If a parley can spare blood... we can talk about it. After we eat."

Just on cue, Ofelia approached our booth with a tray of freshly prepared food, setting it down before us.

After sharing an awkwardly quiet meal with Jake and his newly introduced rancher friend, Alicia, the latter excused herself to chat with Ofelia outside. I watched them leave, wondering who exactly Alicia was and how she knew Ofelia, but my attention was returned to Jake and my dad as they discussed the terms of the parley.

One of our people were to be exchanged with one of theirs as a hostage – in this case, Jake – to earn each other's trust and respect the temporary ceasefire. I was familiar with this method and even ready to offer myself up, but as soon as I brought it up to my dad once Jake left the room, I was immediately shut down.

"I'm not sending you," he said in that annoyingly calm but stern voice he pulled out on his subordinates. "I've already decided it's Ofelia."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "Dad, c'mon. I'm the right person for this! You know peace is all I've been preaching! I can do this, just let me! Let me be useful!"

"You are useful," he told me. "Here."

"Dad–!"

"End of discussion!" he silenced me, before closing his eyes with annoyance. "You're not going over there. Ofelia knows what she's doing. She's older."

"So, what? I'm a kid all of a sudden?" I asked rhetorically. "We both know I stopped being a kid a long time ago. Back when–"

"Don't say it," he warned me, and the hurt returned to his eyes momentarily. "Please, Y/N. Just respect my decision."

I clenched my jaw, frowning. I couldn't argue this with him, I knew it. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hurt him, so I nodded reluctantly and left it at that.

"Good," he said with relief. "C'mon."

We joined the others outside, where Ofelia and Alicia seemed to finish up their conversation. My dad nodded to Ofelia, who approached us, seeming to know what was going to happen. After discussing the parley with her, we waited for Jake to be ready, but he seemed to be bickering quietly with Alicia on the sidelines.

"Do we have a parley or not?" my father asked impatiently, interrupting their fight.

Jake gave Alicia a disapproving stare, but nodded. "It appears we do. Alicia will be staying."

My father nodded and motioned for Jake to follow him for a moment. This was the perfect chance for me to speak to Ofelia.

"You know them?" I asked her quietly, away from prying ears.

"Only Alicia," she answered truthfully. "Remember when I told you about that family who helped me? The Clarks?" I nodded and she continued, "That's Alicia, the daughter."

I was surprised to say the least, glancing over at the brunette in question. "Small world."

"Uh-huh..."

"From what you told me about them, about her, it doesn't sound like they're like the Ottos," I said with confusion. "Why is she helping them?"

Ofelia frowned, looking down at her shoes. "We killed Travis, her family. He was in the helicopter when we shot it down."

I sighed, glancing out at the Clark girl who was standing with her arms crossed, looking like she was holding in a restrained anger. It made sense now, why she was so frustrated back there.

"It wasn't right," I said quietly, looking back to Ofelia, "but dad's stubborn. He wasn't trying to hurt anyone but the Ottos."

"Well, Alicia won't let that go," Ofelia said knowingly. "Not right now."

"But she's staying for the parley, so that's gotta be a good thing, right?" I asked somewhat hopefully.

Ofelia nodded. "She's levelheaded. Smart. She wants the same as you, Y/N. Peace. She won't wreck this, if that's what you're worried about."

I hummed in acknowledgment, studying Alicia once more, wondering if she was all of these things Ofelia was saying and more. If this was the same girl who took Ofelia and her family in when they needed help, the same girl who cared for strangers as if they were her own, then maybe all wasn't doomed.

"I have to go," Ofelia suddenly said, eyes glancing behind me at Jake and my father.

I nodded, pulling her in for a quick hug. "Be careful over there. They aren't all like your friend."

Ofelia snickered quietly. "I know." Then she met my eyes one last time, nodding in Alicia's direction. "Look out for her, yeah? She's good."

I nodded, if not for the stranger, then for Ofelia. "I promise."

Shortly after Ofelia left with Jake and a scout, I found myself washing up some dishes in the diner kitchen as usual. My dad was showing Alicia around the place, but I didn't expect him to turn up in the kitchen with her in tow, leaving her to me.

"Y/N," he called, and I shut off the tap, turning around and surprised to see to them. "Alicia is going to be sticking with you during her time here, helping around as much as she can. Is that alright?"

I raised my eyebrows slightly, glancing at the deadpan expression of the girl in question before meeting my father's eyes questioningly. Why me? There were so many other people he could have left her with. And besides, I thought he didn't trust my instincts when it came to stuff like this.

Obviously, I couldn't argue that with him in front of her, so I simply nodded.

"Sure," I said awkwardly, before meeting the green eyes already fixed on me. "You can help me finish the washing up, I guess."

"Thank you," my dad said gratefully, before leaving the two of us alone.

"Nice to meet you," I greeted her. "I'm Y/N."

"Walker's daughter, right?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, before turning to face the sink as she joined my side. Swallowing uncomfortably, I felt the need to glance at her and say, "I'm sorry. About your– about Travis."

She furrowed her brows. "How do you know that? How– how can you even say that? It was your father's orders that killed him."

She wasn't shouting, but the anger in her voice was still present, only making me feel guilty because she wasn't wrong.

"Ofelia told me," I answered. "And I didn't want that to happen. I told my dad not to shoot the heli down, but his hatred for the Ottos runs deeper than anything else. Even me, sometimes."

She clenched her jaw, looking down at the sink, and I almost regretted bringing it up in the first place.

"What do you want me to do?" she changed the subject.

Knowing I couldn't do much about her dismissiveness, I nodded to the sink. "Start washing, I guess."

Between the two of us, we finished washing all the dishes and pans in no time, an uncomfortable silence filling the air, then I wiped my hands and spoke.

"I'm gonna go pick some vegetables from the field, if you wanna join."

"Do I have a choice?" she asked, neither bitter nor indifferent, but it still rubbed me the wrong way.

"Look, you might not like this, but this exchange is the only way to ensure peace. If this works, maybe things can finally be okay."

She quirked a brow curiously. "And you want that?"

"What?"

"Peace?"

I looked to her with confusion. "Why wouldn't I?" She rose an eyebrow judgementally, so I asked, "Do you?"

Her eyes flickered between mine, giving nothing away. "Of course. I want to be safe. I want to keep my family safe."

"So do I," I said gently.

"Then we're in agreement," she noticed.

I sighed quietly, already leading her out the kitchen. "If only it were that easy."

She mumbled in agreement as she followed me to the vegetable patch, the both of us holding a basket to collect our pickings in. Again, it was quiet between us, something I presumed would remain considering we were still 'enemies', but it didn't last long as she spoke up.

"Will this really work?" she asked from beside me.

I paused, glancing at her as she worked. "Well, if we leave them out any longer, the sun's gonna fry them and then they won't be very edible any–"

"Not this," she stopped me, giving me a disapproving look. "The parley."

"Oh." I cleared my throat, continuing to pick the chillies from the plant. "Hopefully, yeah. If your people treat Ofelia with respect–"

"They aren't my people," she interrupted firmly.

As if she wasn't a mystery already.

"Okay...," I said slowly. "Well, if the ranchers treat Ofelia with respect, a relationship of sorts can form between us and them, opening everything up to negotiation."

"And if they don't?" Alicia asked.

I gave her a questioning look. "Won't they?" When she didn't answer, I grew worried. "Alicia, is Ofelia in danger there?"

"No, no she's not," she assured me when she saw my expression. "Not with Jake. He'll keep her safe."

Feeling warm under the sun, I used my sleeve to wipe at my face and sighed. "Jake is patient, much easier to talk to than his family, but it's not enough."

"Your father isn't very patient," Alicia commented.

I smiled dryly. "My people have been patient for centuries. More than you could know, Alicia."

"I'm not going to pretend to understand what the history of the ranch means to you and your people," she said earnestly, "but I'm hoping we can find a peaceful resolution. That's why I'm here, Y/N."

I nodded, meeting her gaze. For some stupid reason, I wanted to believe her. I think I might have. She seemed different to the others, maybe because of everything Ofelia had told me of her. I wasn't sure, but I truly hoped she wouldn't disappoint.

Unfortunately for everyone, the parley didn't last long and I still wasn't sure if it was slightly my fault. Maybe if I'd kept a closer eye on Alicia, they wouldn't have smuggled her out of there? Or maybe it was inevitable.

I wasn't sure. All I knew was one second I was telling her to get some water from the well and the next there was the sound of shooting coming from outside, along with a mini ambush of ranchers. By the time I'd grabbed a gun and made it outside, they were already driving away, a glimpse of Alicia in the backseat of their truck. And to make things worse, a few of our people were either injured or shot dead.

It angered me, but mostly I felt disappointment at the fact that we'd come full circle yet again. Alicia had seemed different earlier today, like she actually wanted this to work. So, why had she broken out of here, hurting my people in the process?

My fault for believing her, I suppose.

Of course, this didn't bode well with my dad, and understandably so. However, I certainly didn't expect him to send Ofelia undercover there, under the guise that she'd been thrown out, when in fact she was there solely to poison their militia with anthrax. As soon as she returned, that was when I found out. I worried about what was going on with her, since I didn't even know she'd left, but she was distracted.

"Ofelia, what the hell happened?" I asked worriedly, upon seeing her battered and bruised face. "Where have you been?!"

"The ranch," she answered angrily, though it wasn't directed at me. "I was supposed to make them sick. But he didn't tell me– it was fucking anthrax!"

"What are you talking about?" I said with confusion, trying to meet her flickering gaze. "Why were you at the ranch? What anthrax?"

And that's when she explained the plan, conducted by none other than my father. Except the catch was that it wasn't a little something to just weaken their militia, it was anthrax poisoning to kill as many of them as possible, and Ofelia didn't know until it was too late.

"Alicia didn't want to mess up this parley," she continued to explain. "Her mother used Troy to get her back because she was scared for her. It wasn't her fault. She still wants peace."

At this newfound information, I was surprised and also a little relieved because, stupidly enough, I still believed there was hope.

"And now her brother, Nick, is sick because of the anthrax," Ofelia finished guiltily. "And it's my fault."

I frowned, shaking my head. "It's not. You didn't know. He should've told you."

Not in the mood for my sympathy, Ofelia shrugged me off and walked away to be alone. And I only grew more frustrated at my father, ashamed at his manipulating tactics amongst his own people, all because of a vendetta.

Storming over to him in the greenhouse, I tried to keep myself calm, but it only irked me more when he tried to pretend everything was okay.

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?"

Squeezing my fists together, I stared at him with disbelief. "Seriously? Am I okay?!"

Confused, he blinked. "Is that a no?"

"You lied to Ofelia about the anthrax!"

He sighed, like this was all a mild inconvenience. "I didn't want to. But it needed to be done. Someone had to weaken their militia."

"You don't get it, do you?" I asked with a glare. "This will never end. They killed our people. You poisoned theirs. They'll just keep coming back. It's a never ending cycle!"

"And I'll keep it going if it means getting justice for our people!" he finally snapped. "If it means protecting our home, taking back our land, then yes, I will keep going!"

I unclenched my jaw, exhausted already. "Wow. I hate to say it, dad, but maybe this just isn't worth it anymore. Maybe the ranch isn't worth it."

He frowned with frustration, about to retaliate and berate me no doubt, but our argument was conveniently interrupted by the sound of shouting in the distance. The two of us ran out to see what the commotion was, only to see some of our tipis on fire, along with ranchers driving around and shooting around.

"Defence, now!" my father ordered, and I immediately ran to grab the nearest gun before taking cover.

It wouldn't have made a difference though, as soon enough, a pickup truck belonging to the ranchers began to drive away with our reliquary in tow, one that contained many of our ancestor's belongings in one place. The only rancher who knew of its existence was Alicia, considering my father had shown it to her when she was here. Which only meant one thing.

She'd told them to steal it.

As predicted, this war was a constant back and forth and my dad was only seeking revenge, as usual. Once the ranchers had stolen our reliquary, they used it to try and negotiate peace with my father. But he was so angry that he declined and threatened them, giving them until nightfall to vacate the ranch. Instead, Alicia's mother, Madison Clark, did one even better. She offered us up Jeremiah Otto's head.

And that was how we negotiated a peace deal, where we could finally move back onto our own land, though sharing it with the ranchers.

It wasn't ideal, but if it meant no more bloodshed, and also no more Jeremiah, then my father was more than happy to accept. So, a handful of us began moving in.

Most of the ranchers seemed to accept it, but I couldn't personally be sure. I tried not to focus on that though, nor the clear divide between our people. Instead, I did what I did best. Gardening.

I was taking stock in the vegetable patches to see what was growing and what else could be planted when I heard someone approaching behind me. To my surprise, it was Alicia.

"Hey," she greeted softly.

I nodded awkwardly before returning my attention to the clipboard in hand. We hadn't properly spoken since the parley was broken, so I wasn't so sure where we stood with one another.

"So, it worked," she tried to make conversation, referring to the peace deal.

"Barely," I mumbled.

It went quiet, and if it weren't for the fact that her footsteps weren't heard, I could have believed she'd left.

"I didn't know they were going to come for me," she suddenly said, a hint of guilt in her voice. "My mother was worried."

I shrugged halfheartedly, but she felt the need to justify it, as if she cared what I thought.

"I didn't want more people to die."

Finally, I lifted my eyes to meet hers. "Nobody ever does. But when it's my people, it's just collateral, right?"

Her lips curved into a slight frown as she shook her head, and I really wanted to believe her. Desperately. Because she seemed genuine, and if she was, then this wouldn't be for nothing.

"Jeremiah is gone now," she reminded me. "This can be a fresh start."

I pressed my lips together, lowering my clipboard. "I know that. You know that. But what about the ranchers? His followers?"

"Most of them only want peace," she tried to reassure me. "They'll follow anyone who gives them a sense of safety."

I suppressed the urge to scoff. "I hope so."

"The only way to show them that is to be unified," she added.

I quirked a brow. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

She tilted her head slightly. "Work with me, not against me. Side by side. If our people see us working together, maybe they'll realise it's not a bad thing."

I exhaled quietly, impressed at her thinking. "That's a good idea." She nodded gratefully, and I continued, "But why? Why would you care? And why us?"

She ran a hand through her hair as she explained patiently, "I've already told you that I only want to keep my family safe, same as you. So, why not work together in that? You're the daughter of the leader of those the ranchers are learning to trust. They see you working with us, they'll ease up. I just know it."

It made sense what she was saying, and she'd never done anything to give me reason to distrust her. Best case scenario, we could truly establish peace. Worst case scenario, we didn't become friends. I couldn't see much to lose, so I gave in with a nod.

"Okay. I guess you're right, Alicia."

She began to smile, both hopeful and relieved. "Great. Maybe we can start with me giving you a rundown on what we're growing?"

I sighed, returning her smile, and it felt good to have a reason to smile again. "I– yeah. That would be super helpful actually."

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ithinkabouttzu · 2 years ago

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How about a BoB reactions of their crush confessing having feelings for them? ��

yes! thank you for requesting!

BoB reaction to their crush confessing their feelings for them

Genre: Fluff; romance

warnings: none, kissing

Description: Easy Co. Reaction to their crush (you) confessing their feelings to them

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Dick Winters

He is… shocked.. He freezes for a quick moment before finding the right words to say, “Is that really how you feel about me?” He’s honored that you like him, I mean your gorgeous so why would he not be? He would probably ask you when you started liking him and how, after that he would confess that he also has feelings for you, “You know y/n, I like you too” With that attractive grin of his OMG

Lewis Nixon

He is ready to ask you a million questions, why? when? how? where? He is surprised that you like him, and even more surprised that you confessed it to him, he has to somehow understand why you would ever like him, therefore asking you a bunch of questions, “What’s the one thing you like about me the most, like, about my face” “Quit with the questions Lew” He would probably ask you out for a date after having that conversation with you, “so let’s go out this weekend what do you say?” With that smirk of his on full display for you to see.

Carwood Lipton

“you like me, y/n?” you could see the huge grin surface onto his face, he couldn’t contain his joy, you actually like him? you like him! Arguably one of the best days for him, he’s so happy you told him, he would confess that he liked you back and then you guys would tell each other how long you’ve liked one another and all that stuff.

Joe Toye

“Wait, what? You like me?” He has to double check that you actually like him because he does not believe you at first, and of course you shake your head up and down nodding in agreement to his question with a big smile on your face, “Gosh, I like you too doll” He would pick you up and hug you out of instinct, he would be on top of the world, it was so cute that you confessed your feelings to him, he is honored really, “So what do you say, you and me, out for a movie and some dinner, y/n?”

Joe Liebgott

“Really doll?” he would lift your chin up with his finger, the eye contact between you two would be PHENOMENAL and the tension between y’all would be through the roof, the urge not to actually bury his lips into yours is insane, “I like you, Joey” You’d look up at him with the biggest doe eyes ever, he couldn’t hold back any more, the kiss would be so nice and passionate, it would be a good, long kiss before both of you go back up for air, “how about we get outta here, talk about this somewhere more privately, would you like that princess?”

Bill Guarnere

“You playin’ with me?” His whole expression would change from chill to serious, he also did not really believe you at first, like he thought you might’ve been joking around or something, but when you give him those serious eyes, he new you weren’t joking, “Wait, you really feel that way for me?” you would explain to him again, that you in fact did like him, “Well, if you want to know, I like you too, y/n” And for a moment his whole expression would actually be soft for once, he did, really like you, and it was all over his face, “ How about we go out for dinner, your pick, all on me”

George Luz

“For real?! Come here!” He would wrap you into the biggest and most comforting hug ever, it would feel like a soft teddy bear hugging you. “you know i’ve liked you ever since i met you?” he would look into your eyes as he let you out of the hug. He would be so soft in that moment, like so cute, “Cmon, let’s take a walk” where then you would tell him how this all came about, every time he asked you a question and you gave him an answer, his face would light up in pure joy, “I know it might be too soon to ask but, will you go out with me y/n?” AHHH HES SO CUTE

Bull Randleman

A hug smile would make onto his face, and then he would look down at you, with a loving, but serious and bright expression, “That musta’ took a lot of courage to tell me, thank you doll, Must I say that I like you too, in fact, maybe even a bit more than like” no it turns out you end up being the one who gets nervous, “You guys would sit in that same spot and talk non stop, about how this all came about and all those kind of details, He would smile ear to ear every time you told him about how much you liked him, he would def ask you out later in the night

Eugene Roe

He is at a loss of words, he cannot find one word to say other than his face in pure shock, you actually like him? He’s thinking like, “Am I dreaming? What is going on?” you and him stay in silence for a bit longer until you walk away, thinking that was his way of nicely rejecting you, until he runs up behinds you and hugs you. “I-I like you too y/n, I just didn’t know what to say, I’m sorry” You of course tell him that he’s fine and you guys talk all night, by the morning you guys are practically a couple.

Floyd Talbert

“Wait, so you’re saying you like me? Like you like me, like me?” He would laugh with that sexy infamous smirk of his. “That’s actually crazy because, well, I like you too” This boy is a sweet talker and he would show you his best skills when you told him that, “let’s celebrate huh, you and me out together, for a movie, or whatever you want to do” He would actually be soft and sweet, you bring out this gentleman side of him that he would never show anyone else and it’s so cute.

Skip Muck

He would be SHOCKED, like jaw to the floor shocked, he honestly wouldn’t know what to say at first, “Wait.. You like me?” “Yes, Of course I do” That’s when he would pick you up and spin you around in the most cutest, loving way, he would he so happy, sometimes his mind can run so he’s already planning a wedding in his head when he hears you like him “Well, I guess we better start planning our first date together sometime, i-if you’d like of course”

Don Malarkey

He would chuckle out of joy, he would point at himself in conformation, when you give him that yes again, he would walk up to you and kiss you, it would be so passionate and sweet, without any words, Don told you exactly how he felt into that one kiss, After the kiss you guys would have a moment where no words were spoken, you guys just stared into eachothers eyes while trying to catch your breaths “Would you want to go talk about this somewhere, I know a good spot in the forest we could go to?”

Babe Heffron

“Wait, you bein’ for real?” He would be a little skeptical at the thought of you liking him back, like you actually like him? what? “Yes, I like you a lot Babe” He would pull you in for a hug before kissing your cheek, “I like you too, y/n, a lot actually” He would whisper in your ear while you guys are hugging, you guys would be talking all night, just about everything really, until he asked you out on a date before you guys went off to your own respective spots

Frank Perconte

He gets confused, “I like you” That’s what you tell him, with no context. “I like you too?” He would say, just assuming you were talking about in a platonic way, “No Frank, I like you! A lot actually!” You would protest his way for him to actually understand you, “wait, you do?” “Yes!” “I like to you too Y/n” his smile would appear out of nowhere, he would be so excited when you told him, but his facial expressions would never tell that, “would you like to maybe go out sometime?”

Shifty Powers

He’d be oblivious kinda like Frank, “I like you too y/n!” But when you told him that you like like him and why you did he would be speechless, a part of him didn’t know someone could like him so strongly, so it definitely took him by surprise. “Y-you d-do?” “Yes of course I do Shifty” “W-well I like you too!” You would be the one to run into his arms with a big hug, he was once again shocked by you, but he didn’t mind it one bit. “Let’s hangout tomorrow? Only If you want to of course!”

Thank you again for the request! It was so cute and if you have any ideas or suggestions please request when my inbox opens back up! 💗

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metalmusingmoments · 1 year ago

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@alex21705 your request~~

A /N -had to brush up on the SG universe

Request: Tfp Bumblebee x SG Decepticon reader.

A groundbridge malfunction sends reader into noral TFP universe.

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The mission was simple and standard. Check up on a Autobot mining facility. See how much resources they had. Log it. Etc. etc. No need for a partner as the Decepticon forces on earth were stretched thin as it was.

Going through the ground bridge was always a strange feeling. The humans would say that it gave them “goosebumps” and a feeling of pressure. For Y/N they could relate to that pressure but they doubted they would ever feel the sensation of bird skin bumps.

So when Soundwave locked in the coordinates with a thumbs up Y/N moseyed through the ground bridge with the expectation of pressure. What they weren’t expecting was the feeling of every wire in their body to feel like it was being pulled and squeezed. And in the final moments of consciousness they wondered if this was what goosebumps felt like.

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Onlining with a sudden intake of air; Y/N opened their optics to the blinding light of the sun. A shudder passed through their frame as the strange sensation faded. A quick scan had shown that the bridge was successful and the coordinates had been reached.

With a groan they struggled to sit up and figure out just what in the pit had gone wrong.

“Y/N to base. Point of interest reached. Had a weird experience going through the bridge…any problems on your end?” Only static was their answer.

They tried hailing the base twice more before trying private coms.

“Soundwave? I’m at the drop point…you’re not answering base comms… is it safe to proceed?” No static but no answer either.

With a huff Y/N stood up and brushed themselves off in annoyance. The mines were only a half mile ahead; they could get the data, get out, and then figure out this slag.

With a renewed confidence they set off into the trees toward the mines.

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This operation was bigger than they had expected. From a hidden distance Y/N watched on as bots scuttled to and from the caves loading up energon.

Something wasn’t right. These bots looked like the regular canon fodder of the autobot regime but Y/N couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. Curiosity won out over the uneasiness in their spark as they slid closer to an outlier of the group.

The pledged allegiance on their frame was very much autobot purple but in the shape of the decepticon symbol. With further investigation all of them shared the same mark in the same shade.

Y/N processor raced with a thousand scenarios; none of them good. Defectors? No. They had been so limited in resources and in conpower, why had these cons not notified the base they had landed and successfully taken over the autobot mine.

“Time to get out of here” Y/N muttered as they snuck back into the tree line.

Far enough away from the mines Y/N opened up their comms to Soundwave again with a bit of panic.

“Y/N to Soundwave… something is wrong the autobots at mine aren’t autobots… they’re decepticons but their marks are purple. I think the ground bridge might have glitched something. Tell Knockout I’m coming in as soon as I get back-“ their ramblings were cut off with the distinct whine of a cannon warming up.

Y/N helm swiveled to the left as they rolled out of the way of the singular blast.

Guns up they waited to see who emerged.

“Come out you coward!” Y/N shouted

Blue eyes was the first thing that they saw, then the face mask, followed by the red symbol making them do a double take.

Y/N knew exactly who this bot was and a cold terrified dread settled in their spark. Less blue; more yellow but this was Goldbug. One of Optimus Primes loyal commanders. Apparently Y/N had missed the paint change memo for both fractions.

Goldbug seemed to hesitate before eyeing the red Decepticon symbol on their chassis. Optics hardened as he raised his gun again and Y/N did the same.

Y/N wasn’t a fool. They knew their rank and knew they were severely outmatched against an autobot commander, so Y/N did the only thing in that moment they could do.

Fired at will and ran like the fallen was on their heels. With any luck Y/N would clip some part or down some tree to slow his progress.

*Part 2: coming sooner then later 😘

#transformers #tfp #bumblebee #shattered glass #bumblebee x reader

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asktheangeleetwins · 2 months ago

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Welcome to the Angelee Twins ask blog! Read below for rules before you continue!

Askable characters (Links to references in the names):

Rudy Angelee: The scout in Red. Obsessed with sex. He loves spicy and savoury food and is VERY skilled with any type of gun. He's considered the strongest of the twins. Can be considered loud and a bit overbearing.

Cosmo Angelee: The scout in blue and the younger twin. Obsessed with food - specifically any type of sweets. He's a lot colder than his brother and more reserved when it comes to potential partners. Considered the smartest of the twins and is more skilled and graceful - typically uses one or two katanas.

Hudson Clarke: A human sniper who happens to be a mentor, boss, and friend to the twins. He works for a special part of the government, and he is the main one in charge of keeping the twins in check and trying to make sure they stay out of trouble along with giving them any missions they may have.

First of all, some disclaimers!

☆This blog is run by @glitteringpeachy !

☆This blog is 16!+ Any blogs without an age or under 16 will be blocked. I will not make this blog fully NSFW, but there will be lots of swearing, discussions of sex, etc. The admin is a 20 Y/O.

☆When I'm talking as the admin on a post, I will talk in double brackets in pink, ((like this.))

☆All answers to asks will be rendered in SFM! Because of that, the admin may be slow to get to your ask.

☆The angel twins are heavily inspired by Panty and Stocking, so you may notice some parallels. The lore and backstory is original, though!

☆The twins can be very rude! Don't take what they say as my own opinions or thoughts. Love you all!

Now some Rules!

☆Suggestive asks are fine, but not 100% NSFW asks. This blog is 16+ not 18+

☆No magic anons! As in, do not try to force the twins (or any character) to do anything, or try to derail blog. If I ever allow magic anon's in the future, it'll PROBABLY be specifically for story purposes.

☆No crossovers! I don't mind role-playing, but I will not include your OC in the story or anyone else's OCs. This ask blog is for canon events only. (Unless I decide to do a non-canon event for fun, but that won't be for OCs.)

☆You don't have to ask JUST the twins, I don't mind people asking other characters as they show up! (Like Hudson for example.) This blog is more than just the twins after all.

☆ No spamming a single question, though you can ask as many questions as you want!

☆Any transphobic/homophobic/racist/proship asks/blogs will he blocked on sight.

☆Speaking of proship, do NOT make any weird or incestuous scenarios or asks with the twins- that's gross.

Regarding fanart...

☆If you make fanart, tag this blog or @glitteringpeachy , and maybe use the #angelee twins tag or the #devine detors tag!

☆I don't mind any type of fanart, as long as it isn't proshippy, obviously. But if you draw NSFW, I request you don't post it publicly with the two tags I just mentioned! Send it to me privately, (I'd still love to see it!) and keep it to your private blogs.

☆Note, PLEASE DO NOT DRAW ME NSFW FANART IF YOU'RE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!!! And I request you message me beforehand if you plan on making NSFW, just so I'm prepared for it. I don't want an NSFW art jumpscare💀

And that's all for now! I will add more to this blog if I feel the need to. Have fun sending asks- I can't wait to get to them!

#angelee twins #devine detors #tf2 sfm #sfm art #sfm render #sfm poster #sfm #source filmmaker #tf2 scout #team fortress scout #team fortress 2 #ask blog #team fortress 2 oc #oc art #original character

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whatacaitastrophe · 9 months ago

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Kirnha x Gortash - For EdiSlendering

Song Inspo: “You Only Live Once” - The Strokes

A one-shot I did for EdiSlendering (it won't let me tag you!) <3 Thanks for requesting this! I had a great time writing it, and thank you for your donation to my Ko-fi!

Would you like me to write a BG3 one shot for you? Check out this post and send me a message <3

TW: mentions of murder, torture

“I do not understand why you insist on inviting the entirety of high society to our home once every fortnight. Is it truly necessary?” Kirnha complained as he stood in front of a mirror in their bathroom, buttoning the doublet that Gortash picked out for him. He would give his partner this: the man had taste. The blood red and silver were striking against Kirnha’s skin, the red was especially appreciated by the tiefling– an ode to what he was and who he served. Though as nice as he looked, that didn’t mean he wanted to dress up, or entertain the masses.

“You already know the answer to that question, dearest,” Gortash hummed with amusement as he preened next to Kirnha, the double vanity and wide mirror an absolute blessing on evenings like this. “There are appearances to keep, people to remind who they serve, the usual.”

“We can’t do that in private meetings?” Kirnha argued.

“Not if we want to remind the rest of the realm to stay in line,” Gortash turned to look at Kirnha. He grabbed the tiefling’s arm firmly, turning Kirnha so he was looking at Gortash. A devilish smirk appeared on Gortash’s face as he swatted Kirnha’s hand away so he could finish buttoning the doublet himself. “Besides, keeping up appearances means seeing you in this delicious ensemble, and that I get to take it off later.”

A forced smile spread across Kirnha’s lips and he placed his hands over top of Gortash’s on his chest, tilting his head to the side as he spoke. “So cancel the party and take it off of me now.”

“Now, now, my little assassin, don’t be petulant.” His lover scolded, and immediately Kirnha’s resolve to get out of attending the party melted away. Damn him, damn Enver Gortash for knowing exactly what to say to make Kirnha putty in his hands. Kirnha could honestly kill him for it. When Kirnha came up with their little plan to take over Baldur’s Gate, he hadn’t intended to develop feelings for Gortash in the process, but here they were. Initially, Kirnha’s plan had been to kill Gortash and Thorm at the earliest convenient moment. Kirnha had planned to play nice with the half-dead chosen of Myrkul and the smarmy, charming chosen of Bane because he needed them for the plan to succeed, but the moment those foolhearted adventurers defeated Ketheric Thorm, everything shifted.

Gortash shifted, and boy, was it easy for the man to get Kirnha to agree to something when his mouth was wrapped around Kirnha’s cock. Despite himself, despite all his plans and visions of the future, Kirnha realized that ruling Baldur’s Gate alongside Enver Gortash would be more beneficial in the long run than doing it alone. Despite himself, he fell in love– rather, whatever feelings Kirnha had for Gortash that felt like what he assumed was love.

“You love it when I’m petulant, though.” Kirnha countered with a smirk, and he leaned forward to capture Enver’s mouth in a conquering kiss, not bothering to be gentle as he bit down on his lover’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Gortash moaned softly as Kirnha licked the blood from his mouth, but he pushed Kirnha away all the same.

“Our guests are waiting.” Gortash reminded him as he turned to look at his reflection in the mirror one last time before exiting the room. Kirnha sighed, and silently prayed to Bhaal that this evening would go by swiftly.

An hour later, Kirnha was sitting on his throne in the banquet hall swirling wine in his goblet as he watched his partner dance with another aristocrat with a scowl on his face. “You play the part of an unapproachable bastard very well, friend.” Minthara observed as she sat on the arm of his chair, an amused look on her face as Kirnha offered her a smirk. If anyone else attempted to sit where Minthara currently sat, Kirnha would have slit their throat. Luckily for the drow female, she could claim to be one of the only people in this godforsaken world that Kirnha actually tolerated, so he allowed it, glaring at anyone who looked their way, silently daring them to be as bold as Minthara.

“I’m just playing my part,” He replied drily. “They’re not here to talk to me anyway– I’m the scary one.”

“Yes, you do have that frightening look of power about you, so I can see why you might think weaker beings would think so.” Minthara mused, sipping from her own goblet of wine.

“Oh, I’m not assuming– I literally overheard someone call me ‘the scary one’ once,” The smirk on his face spread into a devious smile as he said the words, very pleased with the reputation he’d cultivated for himself. “Needless to say I took it upon myself to prove them correct.” Kirnha could still hear the glorious screams of the half-elf as Kirnha flayed him within an inch of his life deep in the dungeons of Wyrm’s Rock. No, he did not mind being “the scary one” at all. Especially if it meant people avoided him at parties he didn’t particularly want to be at anyway. Kirnha had always been the observer of the two of them: the brawn to Gortash's brains, if you will. This was not to say Kirnha was unintelligent; he was just more physically adept than his lover, just as Gortash could claim to be better at manipulating people with words.

As the song ended, Kirnha finished the contents of his goblet. He watched as another aristocrat approached Gortash, vying for a dance. Little did they know they were not going to get their wish. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Minthara.” Kirnha offered as he stood to depart with a predatory look on his face. Minthara smirked. “You as well, Infamy.”

Infamy. The name Kirnha had gone by to the public for many years now, rather appropriate given the rumors that swirled regarding who his father was, what god he served. The first person who’d ever snorted with laughter after Kirnha introduced himself using the nom de plume was no longer among the living, thus sealing the (no pun intended) infamy surrounding it altogether. Minthara was one of the few who Kirnha allowed to address him by his birthname, but the drow paladin was smart enough not to do so in public, knowing it was not worth it to risk Kirnha’s ire.

As he strode towards Gortash, the aristocrat occupying his attention went wide-eyed, failing to keep their face neutral. The “scary one” indeed, Kirnha thought to himself as he approached, a wicked grin on his face behind Gortash’s back. When he reached them, Kirnha wrapped his arms around Gortash’s middle and kissed his neck before obscenely licking a stripe up the column of his lover’s neck to his ear. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you.” He declared in a low voice.

The aristocrat quickly bid them goodbye after that, and Kirnha smirked. Gortash turned around in Kirnha’s embrace and gave him a wry look. “Oh please, you were watching me from your seat, you knew exactly where I was.” Gortash gripped Kirnha’s jaw with his thumb and forefinger and pulled the tiefling towards him for a kiss that could honestly only be described as “lewd.” They were always like this in public: overly affectionate, not particularly bothered by who saw their displays of affection. For Kirnha, it was almost a challenge, to see how much he could get away with before onlookers could no longer hide their disapproval. Not that anyone ever said anything to the pair. They knew better. The next song began and Kirnha started moving to the rhythm of the waltz, keeping Gortash in his arms.

“How much longer do we need to remain at this godforsaken party?” Kirnha muttered against his lover’s lips, nipping the spot he’d made bleed earlier with his teeth.

“It’s our party.” Gortash chuckled, raking his hands over Kirnha’s chest, teasing him by the buttons on Kirnha’s doublet that he’d promised to undo later.

Kirnha nudged Gortash’s head with his horn to tilt it to the side and kissed his lover’s neck again. “Who cares? We’ve been seen. They know where the door is to find their way out.” He bit down on the skin of Gortash’s neck, hard enough that it would bruise, but not enough to break his flesh. No, that was reserved for later.

“What if I just took you right here? With everyone watching?” Kirnha murmured against Gortash’s skin. Gortash moaned softly. “Or what if I took you over to that weapon supply room over there, and bent you over against the wall? Would I have to cover your mouth since we both know you can’t keep quiet?”

Gortash shifted against Kirnha’s touch, and he could feel his lover’s cock twitch with interest at the idea. “You are truly testing my patience today, you devil.” Gortash cooed disapprovingly, and Kirnha couldn’t help but be pleased by the fact that he knew he was winning, if not simply for any other reason than his partner could do nothing other than dance with him, because if Gortash walked away, the whole room would see the evidence of his arousal.

“And you began testing mine the moment you informed me that my attendance today was required,” Kirnha cooed back as he pulled away from Gortash’s neck to give him a wicked look. “Seems only fitting I get to spend the rest of it telling you all the things I’d prefer to be doing.”

He was goading his lover, Kirnha knew that. There wasn’t much that brought him greater joy than teasing Gortash and pushing him to his limit in public. Moreover, by the way the light shifted in Gortash’s eyes, it was working. Kirnha would get his way sooner rather than later. Gortash raised an eyebrow. “And who is to say there aren’t things I’d rather be doing? Just because I enjoy these events does not mean I wouldn’t rather be upstairs, tying you to our bed and punishing you for being so disagreeable today.”

A thrill shot through Kirnha’s body and he offered Bane’s chosen a smug look. Yes, the goading was definitely working. Their dynamic in the bedroom was a constant power struggle. Sometimes Kirnha was in control, holding all of the cards as Gortash writhed beneath him. Other times, Gortash had Kirnha begging and threatening him with bodily harm if Gortash didn’t stop teasing and just fucking touch him. It was too soon to tell what kind of night that tonight would be, but Kirnha didn’t particularly care, so long as their night began (and this party ended) soon.

“I’d love to see you try.” Kirnha dared, kissing Gortash again and his hands slid from the man’s waist to his backside, gripping it possessively. The sound Gortash made was somewhere between a moan and a growl and he pulled back to press his forehead against Kirnha’s. “I’m sure you would.”

The next song ended, and without warning, Gortash released himself from Kirnha’s embrace with a sly grin. Kirnha glared at him. “I have a few more rounds to do, so you’re going to need to be a good boy and be patient.”

Image be damned, Kirnha no longer wished to be at this party any longer, and if Gortash was so determined to drag this out, then Kirnha would absolutely make it more difficult on him. “Fine. I’m going upstairs. Perhaps I’ll start without you,” He suggested with a head tilt as he looked at his lover thoughtfully. “Enjoy your rounds.”

With that, Kirnha turned on his heel and headed for the door that led back to their private quarters. On the way, he made eye contact with Minthara, who smirked at him and shook her head with amusement as he disappeared through the door.

Once back in their bedroom, Kirnha did not change out of his finery right away. Instead, he went to their bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard with his hands behind his head expectantly. Five minutes later, Gortash burst through the door with a wild look in his eyes as he took in the sight of Kirnha laying on their bed, still dressed. “I thought you were starting without me?”

Kirnha offered him a wicked grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durgetash #enver gortash #bg3 fanfic

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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Ahhh, I keep thinking of Double rejection Hatchling Robin and while I was doing the dishes my brain made a scenario in which after a while Dawn and Dusk have been visiting the lab where they now work way more often (which isn't necessarily often, excuses to do so would probably be pretty sparse, but for the top agents it's unusually often enough), so Sun is waiting in the outer room (or maybe even just outside) and overhears one of the technicians asking Robin how in the world they managed to befriend the grumpiest agents, and at first Robin wants to make a joke about being able to engineer situations to their liking, but then they pause, remembering the words that affected them so much in Dawn's initial snap, and with a sigh Robin responds they aren't friends really. Just understanding how to work better with each other is all.

The post in question, because it's been a couple days!

Below this are 2251 words. Enjoy <3

"which isn't necessarily often" - true, but I've decided Eclipse gets to indirectly save the day once again. Dawn already mentioned him, and saw that Robin recognizes the name, so the boys just. Start showing up at the lab, sneakily hidden away blueprints and flimsy excuses as they ask "Hey, Horizon sent us this, but it's uhhh not making sense to us and we wondered if you maybe knew?" or simple little repairs that they used to do at home they now specifically request Robin to do because "they're the only one we trust to put in the effort we expect"

This all of course after Dusk had his moment of apology, too - he stays on lookout, checking the lab for a day or two before he catches Robin on shift, asking them to talk. They're much more apprehensive, even after Dawn's apology, due to him being the "final nail" in their little coffin for their joy, and being asked by the star agent you know as grouchy at best to go somewhere more private to talk?

But they do take their break then, wary as they are, and Dusk ushers them not to a completely secluded place, but rather... The lobby, with just a few chairs and worn couches serving as a communal space, vending machines for drinks and snacks not too far away either. It's empty around this time of night though, so perfect, actually. There's multiple break areas like this on the different floors, and Robin wonders if he chose the one with the most escape routes on purpose. For whose comfort they aren't quite sure, because Dusk doesn't look particularly happy about the situation either

There's one or two agents passing through the entrance doors and startling at the sight of lab tech who looks supremely uncomfortable and star agent with a metaphorical storm cloud over his head, seated on a small couch together, and Robin almost considers fleeing the awkwardness. But then...

"Did it heal alright?"

"... I'm not an invalid. I stopped field work because I'm obviously not suited for it."

It's quite unfair that he looks so pained, so genuine when they're the one who had their excitement crushed.

"You are, though. I - I was scared, I let you get hurt, and instead of just being angry at myself I took that out on you. Dawn told me, about the lights. I'm sorry I didn't notice, I'm sorry you got hurt because of me, and I'm sorry I said things that aren't even true in the heat of the moment."

It's a lot. A lot he feels sorry for, but Robin is stuck on one thing.

"You're not taking the credit for my stab wound."

"What?"

"You're not taking credit for my stab wound. You were half the room away, and busy with your own fight."

Dusk is kind of - almost offended, really? He's trying to apologize, and they tell him he shouldn't?

"I told myself I'd watch out for you -"

"Which one is it, then?"

Still angry, Robin interrupts him. He falls silent, because he sees there's more to the superficial anger. They expect an answer he doesn't know how to give, because he doesn't understand the question. Robin elaborates without prompting, after waiting in vain for a few heavy moments.

"Which one is it. Am I actually a decent field agent, or am I the idiot who needs a babysitter?"

Oh. Oh.

That's an easy one, then.

"You're a good field agent who I didn't want to see hurt."

Robin looks away then, ducking their head, and it's also then that Dusk realizes that like this, he can actually see their whole face. He decides he likes that, even if the reason isn't ideal.

But one step at a time - and this was the first. After that the boys start showing up under the pretense of above mentioned scenarios, and Robin does humor them. They don't ask why the boys seem so insistent on making amends, their confidence still just barely existent.

It's after leaving from one of those impromptu visits that another lab tech asks Robin in a hushed voice about their peculiar friendships with the grumpy star agents - most field agents don't even wanna work with them, so how did they get so close?

Robin first cracks a smile, a spark of their old enthusiasm breaking through, but then it falls.

"We're, uh, not friends. I don't think - I mean, I'm barely - I don't know. They did make the 'not friends' part clear though."

However, dear Dawn was still on his way out - and it seems that both that lab tech and Robin either forgot or weren't aware that they're equipped with sensors for auditory input more sensitive than human ears. He clicks the door shut softly, hopefully not alerting the two inside, and leaves for his office.

Not that he gets any paperwork done. Instead, he keeps thinking about what Robin said, and wonders just why it bothers him so much. Objectively, he wasn't wrong back then, even if it was harsher than necessary and irrelevant to the conversation. They're secret agents, they shouldn't be friends, even the continued visits are already toeing the line of what is appropriate and what isn't. It makes him think just why they stick to the rules so much.

"That's lonely."

It is.

He goes home, and shoots Eclipse a text, too - something harmless, but brotherly snarky, like "Hope you didn't set the lab on fire today. Wait, amendment. Hope you didn't set the lab on fire too often today." (Eclipse, far away, is certainly surprised, and maybe confused - but he jumps on the chance to make fun of his brother right back. Not too much though, just in case. It's rare enough that one of them is the one to initiate a conversation.)

With the next switch, Sun asks Moon point blank - are they trying to befriend Robin? Moon, confused, forever soft, replies with "Aren't we already friends?"

Leads to a very awkward moment when Sun has to explain that welllll, he might have made things even harder for the two of them. He only escapes Moon's throttling on account of sharing a body.

But they hatch a plan, and promptly set it into motion.

The next time Dusk catches Robin, he asks them, obviously enough to earn him a curious look but innocent enough to get an honest reply, "Would you like to work in the field again?"

"I don't know. I guess? Maybe some day again? Pretty sure the higher ups are already getting annoyed by me, anyway - shouldn't draw even more negative attention by asking to switch again."

Dusk just hums, eyes narrowing just slightly at their back at the rather unfortunate discrepancy between reality and their perception. If their plan didn't cover it, he would address it right then and there.

Like this, he redirects back towards their current work with a smooth "Testing these out in the field is quite fun, I think you should try it some time." He gets a full happy infodump on the newest gadget they're working on, and he's glad that their spark is growing again. Both Sun and him will do their best to keep it that way.

Following that, they both start namedropping Robin in reports, slyly suggesting their ideas are inspired by first hand field experience, and the "perhaps they should earn more" is strongly implied.

Dawn in particular, still the more talkative of the two, lets their name slip a few times when directly talking to a supervisor, often in the same "breath" as complaining about there not being anyone who gets his method ("well, except Robin. They at least could keep up - too bad they switched to the labs.")

All the while the two continue their visits, subtly building up their confidence again and laying the groundwork for an actual friendship. They'll need to ask, but they want to have the "gift" ready for that.

The supervisors do catch on. Robin gets a private summon (and shakes like a leaf the entire way to their specific supervisor's office, only to freeze at there being two supervisors - hello again, Agent River). They don't suffer for long - the offer is direct. There's been interest in switching them back over to field work, back under River's supervision and specifically to work in partner missions with Dusk and Dawn. They could work solo missions or stay in the lab during the time between those, a dual domain focus isn't unheard of.

Robin, overwhelmed, asks for some time to think - and gets a night to sleep on it. They return to their shift, and have a couple hours to collect themself before Dawn stops by, later in the afternoon. He doesn't know about the offer rattling in their brain, and is thoroughly confused (and worried about) the contemplative look they regard him with while obviously zoning out. When he snaps them out of it, they turn their back to him, and he's just a tad jittery at the thought that they purposefully hide their expression from him. They do sound awfully neutral.

"Got the offer to switch back to field work again earlier."

"Oh?"

"Yup."

"Do you... want to take it?"

"Specifically. To work with Dusk and you. You wouldn't happen to have something to do with that?"

Ah, so the supervisors already snitched. He stops fidgeting then, shoulders dropping to a more comfortable level as he grins.

"We only did what we consider 'giving credit where credit is due'. Whatever the supervisors happened to do with that information is out of our hands."

They glare at him then, but there's not as much fire in it as when he first saw them again, far from it.

"Why?"

"Because you're a good agent, and we want to be friends."

Hello, number one thing Robin did not expect to hear today!

They start spluttering, very close to a cartoonish double take.

"But - you said -"

Dawn is still a peacock, and can fake confidence like a pro.

"Well, I think I should be allowed to change my mind. Are you seriously going to hold me to something I said months ago, when I was an idiot?"

That gets them. They blink, and then just start laughing, clinging to the lab counter just a little to steady themself.

"You're still an idiot. Did you seriously set this up just to ask me to be friends?"

Dawn's reply is sober, matter of factly.

"Well, no. We also genuinely miss working with you, because friends or not, you are the only one capable of understanding our method and keeping up with us."

That sobers them up, too. They study him for a moment, but there's nothing in his expression hinting towards any doubt. This confidence isn't faked.

Robin does choose a dual focus. They love seeing room for improvement right in the field, and then getting to work on said improvement themself.

The three grow pretty comfortable with each other, the boys even willing to talk about bits and pieces of their personal life. Mostly Eclipse, really, still addressing him as Horizon though. They did (and do) make an effort to initiate conversations more with their brother, so they have a lot of shenanigans to share. Eclipse knows about Robin, too, and often enough teases his brothers for their thinly veiled crush. Sun and Moon do deny it, but well...

One day, after one complaint over the boys' current landlord too many, Robin jokingly offers that they just move in with them, but gets a genuine "yes" back. Do shrug the surprise off though to confirm, because why not, actually? ... Though wouldn't the higher ups mind?

So they stage an accidental reveal for Sun and Y/N at a specific store's ~special~ sale they both were interested in. They're very apologetic when immediately admitting that to Agent River, and she isn't paid enough to care that much so she lets it slide.

She definitely isn't paid enough to call them out on the change of address just a few short weeks later, and so she looks away. They're already a well-oiled team by then, Robin despite their limited exposure in the field soon joining Dusk and Dawn in reputation.

They all feel very clever when they enjoy their new domestic life together, seamlessly slotting into something more than just neighbors, because they're already friends. They're in each other's places constantly, and none of them would ever think of complaining. The boys worked very hard to get where they are, and know very well to cherish that after their rocky starts.

(They're the timeline that at some point has one of them just look at the other, somehow entangled in the most natural cuddle, doing something entirely normal for them, and ask "Hey, are we a couple? Is this a couple thing? Because I wouldn't mind if it's a couple thing. Would love that, actually. But also no hard feelings if not." and get a very blunt "Oh no yea I'd love that too." back. Third party gets updated during the next switch, and is also horribly blasé about it. Not much changes, except maybe a few more kisses. They were definitely already besties who nuzzle <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #hatchling au #I had to stop there sorry if it seems abrupt I was just. This already is out of control FHDJSK #takes three days to answer and then it's just the most boring confession scene ever FGDHSJ #but it's okay I promise it's worth it <3 #yeets this into the wild

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wildwolfxstrangledwolf · 2 years ago

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sorry if this is terrible, was written in the middle of the night to get an idea out

He didn't tell many people, too many liked to judge him for the way he'd chosen to make money. It wasn't like he was hurting himself or anyone else, quite the opposite in fact. He was giving pleasure, or at the very least a bit of entertainment. It wasn't like he was blowing the money on stupid stuff either. He spent it on things he needed, the essentials, his classes and from time to time a new item for his job.

What was his 'Job' exactly? He was a cam boy. Some called it porn, which it technically was but he wasn't a porn actor. Sometimes he'd start out dressed up nice in a button down and dark jeans, sometimes he'd be in a tshirt. He'd done a couple of costume streams, and one time as an experiment had worn a tanktop and skirt. That had gone amazingly. One of his regulars in particular had loved it and kept asking him to do it again or in a private video session.

He'd put it off until tonight, he'd gotten his fee up front. He charged more for any kind of private chat. He'd had some weirdos but it happened. and he was free to turn down any requests he didn't like or that made him uncomfortable. This one was, as far as he could tell, normal. No weird requests, no attempts to make demands, nothing that set off any of his alarms and had even tipped extra for being allowed to request the outfit.

They knew nothing about each other beyond what they saw of each other in the chat and the video. He only knew him as his customer, blue. He was excited to do this instead of a stream tonight, regulars didn't last but it was fun to have them. Meant someone liked your content.

He showered and dressed in the outfit, similar to the one he'd worn previously that had been such a hit. He logged in but blue wasn't on yet, that was okay, it wasn't quite time yet. He rearranged the things he planned to use just off camera and finally the little green dot blinked on. He clicked into a private chat with blue and typed

skele-twink: Hey, evening. Wearing the outfit you wanted Blue: evening. Good, can't wait to see. skele-twink: don't blow your load when you see me blue: no promises ;)

he double checked his camera and started a video, blue answered it and two words popped up in chat. 'holy shit'

his lip twitched in a smirk. this would be easier if he had the other man use voice chat but he didn't want to get attached to a voice.

blue: can just the skirt stay? please?

"Sure." He said, running hands down his body before pulling his top off to show his chest and stomach. "See anything you like yet?" He asks as he touches his nipples He pulls up the skirt to show off the underwear and his bulge. He reached off camera for a couple items and set them on the bed. He slid the underwear down, hiding his hard on and showed off the toy he was about to use. He slicked it up and moved so the other could watch him insert it a little at a time.

"Fuck. It's big," blue: seen you take bigger. He finally eased it into place the end pressing right against his prostate, making him moan a little when he tried to sit or lay back down. blue: poor thing. haven't even turned it on yet. Do that now

Fuck this bossy thing was hot. "Yes sir." He said, turning it on and taking a sharp breath as it started.

blue: wish you could see how hard i am.

he wished too. he wanted a real cock maybe in his mouth since his ass was occupied. He started to stroke himself, first through the skirt then pushing it up so he was showing the camera.

He paid no more attention to the chat and kept going, biting his lip as he jerked of and was stimulated. He moaned loudly as he got closer and finally came. Blue had cut back to just a chat 'that was hot, you're so sexy. thank you for the session, goodnight- blue." There was also a short in his dms of someone, blue he guessed once he noticed that's who it was from, jacking off. that was hot and not the unsolicited kind of pic or video some had sent him before he'd fixed his settings. He knew it was dumb but before he could overthink it he messaged back 'nice. i'd like to see more' and once it was sent facepalmed before going about his clean up routine.

#cam boy #finally wrote it #didn't use names definitely had characters in mind though #under a cut due to length

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perigordretrets · 2 years ago

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How to finish a painting even when you feel hopeless

Builders know when a building is finished, carpenters know when a table is finished but for some reason, painters seem to struggle to know when their canvas is complete! Don’t feel alone. Professionals are afflicted with this disease just as much as amateurs! Let’s figure out how to finish a painting.

This is nothing recent… History supports this notion. Edgar Edgas was known to rework paintings AFTER they had been exhibited… But it gets even more extreme, he had also requested to rework pieces that had been PURCHASED from private buyers.

So ideally, a painting is finished when you stop painting and feel satisfied. When you feel as though nothing about the painting disturbs you and nothing is left to ‘fix’. Of course, that’s easy to say. In reality, it’s very rare that we feel this way about our paintings.

So, I took the liberty of curating a few of the best tips from across the internet. Check them out below:

9 Tips on how to finish a painting even when you feel hopeless

1. Bring your paintings out of your studio or painting space – look at them in a setting that is more like their final setting i.e. a hallway or living room with similar lighting to their final setting… How does the painting look now?

2. Work on multiple pieces until one becomes your favourite. Sometimes working on multiple pieces can help unblock part of another painting.

3. When you feel as though a painting is 80% finished, ask yourself if this is enough. Sometimes less is more.

4. Take progress photos so that you can look back at various stages of a painting to decide at which point you liked it most. You can also print these photos and continue your painting on the print to see if you like the new additions without it causing any permanent changes.

5. Return to the original inspiration of the painting. Have you told the story you intended to tell with this painting? Did you manage to capture the emotions you were feeling when you took the photo or when you were on-site? This tip can work in both directions. Don’t take it too far, Stop when you’ve said what you wanted to say. Let me repeat that…

6. Look at the composition of your painting. Consider the rules of composition but remember, rules are made to be broken. There are many examples where artists break the rules of good composition with excellent results. If your painting works within the rules, consider how it would look if you broke the rules. If your painting doesn’t fit within the rules, consider how it would look if you made your painting fit the rules.

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7. If you’re struggling to verify if you have issues with your composition or proportions, try looking at your image in a mirror… It’ll help you because it reverses the images, but also doubles the viewing distance, which can change the appearance of the painting. Hanging your painting upside down will also have the same effect.

8. Sometimes when we go too deep when we’re trying to finish a painting. The answer might not be in the composition. It might be the surface. Are you one of those artists who like smooth surfaces? Your painting will never be finished if your surface is thick and crusty. Do you like to see visible brush strokes laden with thick paint? Stay true to yourself and your style of painting.

9. Shameless plug coming up… Learn how to wait! Seriously, learning this skill will help you in so many areas of your life as well as finishing your paintings.

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#france painting

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primofate · 3 years ago

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Headcanon

Scenario: Modern Day Boyfriend

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao

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Diluc

Son of a wealthy businessman. You guessed it: They own vineyards and wineries.

Goes to work in a suit vest. Never has trouble with the tie but always asks you to help him with the tie anyway. Always thanks you with a kiss on the forehead, before setting off.

Will diligently text you that he has safely arrived at work and will expect the same from you.

Will call you when he knows it’s your lunch break to check in on you.

Is the type to randomly surprise you with romantic dinners. Purely because he wants to spoil you.

Text messages he might send:

“I’ll be a little busy today but I’ll call you when I can,”

“I’m on my way home, do you need anything?”

"I’m clearing my schedule today, coming to see you now,”

“Hard day today, can’t wait to see you,”

Kaeya

A popstar. The kind that people would wait for at the airport.

Has an incredibly busy schedule and that really makes you insecure for a lot of reasons.

Despite that, will always put you first. Need him home? He’ll catch the first flight. Weird tabloid rumors? Will reassure you it’s nonsense.

Will randomly surprise you at your door when you think that he has a schedule to attend.

Constantly talks about you on magazines, interviews and talk shows but at the same time has kept your identity (mainly your face) very private. He has the fear of getting you caught up with some crazy fans and paparazzi.

His favourite hang out activity with you is just staying in bed, getting some down time and cuddling.

Text messages he might send:

“I might be a thousand miles away but don’t forget me okay?”

“Wish you were here right now...”

“Video call please?”

“Screw it, I’m coming to see you tomorrow.”

Albedo

An artist. Does paintings and realistic sketches.

One of his most famous paintings is of the place where the two of you had your first date. Stargazing.

Spends a lot of time in his workshop and is always very focused on his current project.

Will look for you when he’s out of ideas and just exhausted, usually will find you in the kitchen fixing him something to eat. Will wrap his arms around your waist. “...Leave it, come lay down with me for a bit,”

Will walk around in his own art exhibition and ask you what you think of everything.

“...I don’t really care about what others say... I paint because of you, and if you don’t like it... then there’s no point,”

Text messages he might send:

Don’t wait up for me, I need to finish this before tomorrow

Where are you? Could you come down for a minute? Just need your opinion on something. (But when you get down to his workshop all he does is steal a kiss from you)

I promise I’ll work hard to give you everything you deserve.

I need a break, come see me?

Childe

A young and promising detective.

Is a sharpshooter, and has insane hand to hand combat skills.

Because of his line of work, might get antsy when you don’t reply or answer any of his calls.

Sometimes works weird hours. Will double check if he’s locked the door to the house and has turned on the security alarm whenever he has night jobs or shifts.

There are days where he gets some downtime and he will definitely take you out somewhere fun to make the most of it.

Will pace the room back and forth when he finds that you aren’t home yet when you should be, and he can’t connect to your phone. (You just went on a grocery run and your phone ran out of battery)

Scolds you to keep your battery charged.

Text messages he might send:

Will use a heap load of stickers and gifs.

Can you call me? Just need to hear your voice.

Just finished a case, I’ll be free for the week! Date me?

I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.

Hey Y/N, make sure you text me when you’re home safe, alright?

Zhongli

A doctor.

Because of that, is very mindful about your health.

Is incredibly able to balance his work schedule and time with you.

Looks amazing in his doctor scrubs. Stethoscope around his neck.

“...Your face is red? Are you sick?” (It’s just you not being able to get over how good he looks)

Will gently reprimand you when he sees that you might have overworked yourself.

Will sometimes call you up to see if you’re done with work and if your schedule matches, he’d drive you home.

Text messages he might send:

How’s work? Are you taking care of yourself?

Make sure to take it easy if you’re feeling tired.

I’ll be home soon <3

I know it’s irresponsible but sometimes I just want to drop everything and come see you.

Xiao

Your typical, popular college student. He’s in a sports team, and is most likely the most valuable player.

Hoodies and jeans.

College girls have huge crushes on him but he doesn’t spare them a glance.

Mostly because he has you already, and doesn’t really care about other girls.

Likewise if any other guy tries to come up to you he’d probably tell them to piss off.

Will act tough but will always give in to your requests.

Text messages he might send:

Huh? You wanna go to the cafe after school...? Fine...

Is that guy from your lectures still bothering you? Cause if he is then I’m sitting in at your lectures (Does not have the same classes as you but will definitely appear next to you if needed)

Are you coming to my next game? I’ll save you front row seats.

Listen, I know we’re still young and all... but I’m serious about you.

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nasty-quillz · 3 years ago

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Failure to Resist

big thanks to @blkchxrryblyss for the fic title!

Tags: cum eating, oral sex(M!receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, face fucking, student teacher relationship, masturbation

Summary: Coach Asahi Azumane has been fighting to and nail to resist the libero for his girl volleyball team.

Asahi knew it was wrong. Knew he was a nasty old man for it. That if anyone ever found out, he’d be fired and maybe even arrested. But they didn’t have all the facts.

What were they?

You were a fuckin slut.

Asahi had tried to brush you off at first. Tried to tell himself he was just imagining things. How tight your shirt was. How your fat ass hung out your shorts during drills. The way your breasts bounced when you ran. Hypnotic sight of your ass jiggling. He willfully looked away thinking that you were just an innocent young lady, who wasn’t aware of the male gaze yet.

Then you’d upped the ante.

You started requesting extra training on days the rest of the team was busy. You showed up in the skimpiest tightest training gear you could. Crop tops and tiny short shorts. The crop tops would be loose fitting off the shoulder things, but you wore lacy bralettes with them, so hard nipples could be seen.

You touched him slowly, deliberately. Testing the waters to see if you could get away. The answer was a lot. Hands brushed across shoulders. Fingers tangled in loose hair. A fat ass purposefully pressing against his dick through track pants in narrow spaces.

It all came to a head in his office one day.

After school, late into the evening, after your private training, you had asked him to double check some class work. Some subject you knew him to be good at. And it was just your luck he’d worn athletic shorts that day.

You sat, huddled together next to each other, in chairs behind his desk. Asahi was resolutely trying to ignore how good you smelled, despite sweating for the last 3 hours. He’d been watching the curves of your body and he was trying to be discreet in adjusting his dick.

As he leaned in to look at the worksheet between you, your hand landed on his thigh. His words died on his lips as he looked at you, trying not to move a muscle.

“Y/n—”. His words died on his lips as your hands moved up the leg of his shorts, until it came in contact with the fat head of his dick through his briefs. You stared at him seductively as you slipped your hand under those too.

“Shh Sensei, I’m tryna see somethin,’” You whispered as you circled his leaking tip. Calloused fingers rubbed precum around his head, before taking him more firmly in hand.

The hot heady knowledge that one of his students was fondling his dick only seemed to turn him on more, as he twitched in your palm and you felt more pre wet your hand. You bit your lip and put more finesse in your stroke. “Shit Sensei, I didn’t know you was packing like this.” You scooted your chair close as your other hand pushed the leg of his shorts and drawers out the way.

Your eyes landed on your coach’s dick and you held back a whimper. His dick is exactly proportionate to the rest of him, thick and long. It laid flat in your hand, pink and wet as you played with him. He was fully hard now and making little aborted moans.

You swore, and watched the pleasure play across his face. Before you knew what you were doing you slid out of the chair into the space at his feet, crowding him. “Sensei lemme—” You tug at the waistband of his shorts and boxers. Demure brown eyes look up through thick lashes “Please lemme suck it, Sensei. Just the tip.”

Asahi groaned as he looked at you. He had fought it he really had, but what was he supposed to do when a pretty teenage slut was begging to suck his cock? A man could only take but so much. He grabbed you by your hair, burying large hands in butterfly locks, admiring how the hair jewelry caught the light, and brought your mouth to his dick resting against his thigh.

“Lick it first, Y/n. Lick up Sensei precum. Yeah like that, slurp it up for me, Sweetheart.” You moaned as you did as he said, inhaling the deep masculine scent. You cleaned the mess made on his muscular thigh, before you were pulled away.

Asahi held your head back as he worked himself out of his bottoms, sliding them down past his knees. You stared intensely, watching his dick flop between his thighs, bobbing. He started stroking his dick and you watched as the fat heat got messy again and released you. “Go on Babygirl. Suck it like you said.”

You did just that, taking the tip into your mouth, sucking enthusiastically. Your tongue toyed with the underside as you sucked noisily, letting drool fill your mouth. You toy with the head, sucking and licking while staring into the older man’s eyes.

The look you were met with was dark and hard and it sent shivers down your spine. The sight of the man above you was one to behold. Chestnut hair streaked with white, falling around his face and shoulders in soft waves. The stubble around his jaw casting a rugged look across his otherwise kind face.

You felt your walls clench, just looking at him.

Before you knew what was happening there was a hand in your hair and a hand on your chin. Asahi holds you steadfast as he deliberately sinks his dick into your mouth. You struggle and choke, but are unable to resist, as the fingers on your chin have moved to hold your jaw open.

Tears gather in your eyes as you struggle to breath, all the while your coach is smirking darkly down at you. “Shit Y/n, that’s my good girl. Be good and lemme choke you on this dick. Uh huh baby, gimme that throat—Ohhh!”

His filthy encouragement broke off as the tip slid into the silken grip of your throat and moaned low and deep. Tears ran down your cheek now and you were quickly running out of oxygen, but it didn’t stop you from pushing a hand into your shorts to slip nimble fingers rubbing at your clit.

You moan around his dick as you pleasure yourself, drawing his attention to the wet sticky noise your pussy is making.

Asahi glances down to see your hand moving in your shorts and it just eggs him on more. He starts a steadfast pace, throat fucking you relentlessly. “Oh fuck Y/n— Yeah play wit your messy lil clit. Getting used like this by your teacher, got that lil pussy wet?” He presses in deep until his heavy balls touch your chin.

Reflexively you struggle, but your fingers never stop. In fact the inconsiderate treatment, makes you plunge two fingers into the gooey walls of your pussy. The slick noise gets worse and fills the office.

Your nose is overwhelmed with his scent, pressing into the that of shorned hair about his dick. You’re practically intoxicated with it. His masculine scent in your nose with the weight and taste of his dick on your tongue. You make a weak noise and desperately sink another finger into yourself, reveling in the wet heat slicking your digits.

You add the sweet pressure of your palm on each thrust whimpering and drooling around your teacher’s length.

“Shit Babydoll, whatever you’re doing, keep it up if it's got you sounding like that—Ah! And slobbering on my dick. Mmph all that nasty drool sliding down my balls. Be good for Sensei and lick it up.”

Immediately you go to pull off, but he keeps you in place, hand still firmly planted in embellished hair.

“Uh uh Babygirl. Just like this. Don’t think I don’t know what this mouth can do, I hear the boys teams talking about what a soul snatcher this nasty lil mouth is. Go on Sweetheart, gimme that goodshit.”

If that didn’t make your cunt flutter around your fingers.

Letting your tongue slide from your mouth, under his dick, to lap at his balls eagerly. Asahi moans as your pink wet tongue cradles his sack hotly. True to his words, they’re covered in saliva and you lap at it best you can.

“Shit! That’s my good girl. Lick it up, clean up the mess you made.” The hand in your hair tightens as you lick over the older man’s sac. You’re moaning, moving slippery fingers faster at the man’s praise.

“Listen to that. Play with that sweet lil pussy, while you suck this dick. That’s it, take it all down for Daddy.”

The noise you make around his dick is ragged as you look up at him through tear stained lashes. The wet sound of your finger pilfering your cunt is so unmistakable. Gushy noise as you let Asahi claim your throat.

“Oh you like that, Babydoll? Like sinking those pretty fingers into that barely legal pussy as Daddy, uses your sweet lil throat like a fleshlight?” The look in his eyes is nasty. He pulls your head back until just the fat head rests in your mouth and smirks down at you.

“Open up, uh huh like that. Now stick out that tongue.” You did as you were told, still riding your fingers.

You watch with lust blown eyes as he smacks his dick on your tongue, before he starts stroking it.

“Fuck do you have any idea, what you’ve done to me? Strutting around here, showing off all that ass. Bouncing around like you didn’t want me to stare at how hard your nipples were during every practice.” The pre gathering at the tip was messy, dripping down on your thighs.

“Out there jumping around letting all that ass jiggle just so you could get your nasty mouth on your Sensei’s dick. Wearing the gym uniform, knowing damn well that fat pussy is begging for someone to fuckin’ spit on it, you nasty lil bitch— Ooh yeah Babydoll that’s my girl, kiss the tip. Yeah look at that precum shining on those pretty plump lips—Ah!”

You rub his flesh across your mouth like you’re applying lipgloss and reach your free hand up to fondle his balls. Asahi moans, beating his dick faster as he focuses on you.

“Gods I’mma ruin you. Tried not to but you’re too thirsty for Daddy’s dick to leave well enough alone.” You moan your agreement. “You know you almost had me one day, back in Spring.” The look in his eyes gets darker as he talks, never looking away from how pretty you dark mouth looks, messy with him. “It was the day you wore the gym uniform, before the principal okayed you wearing something else.”

He chuckled darkly thinking about how no one had thought that the uniform didn’t take into account proportions outside of the average japanese teen. “Could see you getting wet in those damn briefs. See the fat outline of your pussy and could practically see your clit wetting your panties and shorts.

Then you slid by me all sweet and innocent, tryna get to the locker room. After I was sure you were all gone to shower, I snuck in your bag and grabbed them. They were wet, that’s how I knew you didn’t wear any panties with them.” His breathing was more breathy and his dick was practically drooling precum. “I’ve never buried my face into something so fast. I licked at your juices with a hand in my sweats, jerking off. Right there in the girl’s locker room. Would have crept my ass in the showers if it had just been you.”

His movement was desperate now, chasing an orgasm you know will be messy and nasty and delicious.

“You woulda like that wouldn’t you, horny lil’ bitch. Like that I’d shoved you up against the wall and put your legs around my head. Ate that pussy to chase the taste left on my tongue and beat off in that fucking shower—Guh! Yeah Babydoll lick my—,Shit! Yeah suck those balls —Watch you lick up the mess left behind like nasty bitch I know you are—”

Asahi moans out as you mouth at his balls, kissing both lovingly, before you go back to waiting, mouth open. You’ve long since added the fourth finger and are moaning openly as you wait for your Sensei’s cum.

“Sensei, Daddy fucking please! Give it to me, wanna taste you. Fuck need it so bad, so fuckin’ close. Jus’—” You break off with lolling your tongue out in a desperate whining please for cum and that desperate action, along with the way your fuck yourself at his feet in the last straw for the volleyball coach.

“Shit Babydoll! Fuck fuck! Take it, take this nut for Daddy!” You watch as rope after rope of sticky white cum erupts from his dick onto your tongue and face. Asahi rests the tip in your mouth as he pumps himself. Cum fills your mouth shot after shot, as you bury your fingers in your cunt one last time and massage your clit with your thumb.

You cum with a high pitched keen, starry eyed and shaking, savoring the man’s taste as you swallow it down.

You slump into a muscled thigh, avoiding smearing his own cum on him and gaze up at your Sensei. He’s slumped back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, panting like he just ran a 10k. You sigh dreamily and kiss at the exposed skin of his thigh.

When that doesn’t get his attention, you decide to lightly bite his thigh and watch the older man jolt in his seat.

Along with his cock.

“Mmmph Sensei,” You bring dark hands up to gather the man’s cum and slowly lick it off, all while looking him in the eye. “Whaddya say we take this to the shower to act out your lil’ fantasy, Sensei?"

The grin on your face is sin and temptation. His undoing and damnation and all Asahi can bring himself to do is bring up his own fingers to your cheek to gather more of his come and smear it across dark plump lips like some filthy parody of lipgloss.

“Sure thing, Babydoll. Sure thing.”

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racinggirl · 3 years ago

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Pinky promise - DR3

(requested by anonymous)

Keeping a relationship private for the rest of the world wasn’t easy, especially when the guy you were dating had camera’s around him the entire time. Fans, press and other media wanting to know everything about the Australian man, and that included his love life. Every now and then some interviewers would drop a subtle comment or ask a question about his summer break. Where and with who he spent his time off. And every time his answer would be vague, ‘just chilling with some of my friends, at a sunny place.’

You never really liked being the center of attention, especially when it came to strangers on the internet. You weren’t insecure or scared, but you just loved your privacy and didn’t feel the need to brag about dating a Formula One driver. So you never really mentioned it on your socials, asking him to do the same. No pictures, stories, or tags, just a follow on either side of the platform.

‘’Will you and Dan come to Monaco next weekend?’’ One of your best friends just called you while you were walking down the streets in your home town. One of the pro’s of not being known as his girlfriend was the fact you could just walk around freely, no fans, no press, just your own life. ‘’Yeah, he’ll be there tomorrow I think.’’ You looked at your phone to check the date and you hummed to yourself as you put the phone back against your ear. ‘’Yeah, tomorrow. I’ll arrive in three days.’’ You heard your best friend fumble around on the other side of the phone and then heard her shout. ‘’Okay! Dinner at our favorite place? Double date time!’’

Daniel respected your decision to keep your relationship private, but seeing as you were dating for almost two years now he thought it would be time to tell the world about the two of you. He was proud, proud of the fact you were his girlfriend, that he was the lucky guy, but he also knew you hated being in the center of attention.

But things were different, he wanted to invite you to his home GP, his home race. Seeing as last year got cancelled due to the pandemic, he never got the chance to race in Australia. At least, not while the two of you were dating. It would mean the world to him to see you cheering for him back in Australia, whenever he would cross that finish line.

‘’Ehm.’’ You were sitting down on a bench in the park near your house, watching how the ducks would swim around in the lake in front of you. ‘’Y/N?’’ ‘’Yeah, maybe, we’ll talk about it later alright?’’ You heard a sigh on the other side of the phone, followed by an ‘alright’.

After you ended the phone call you looked around the park, a smile on your lips as you noticed the elderly couple sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the lake, watching their granddaughter feeding the ducks. The man had his arm wrapped around the woman’s shoulder, a smile on both their lips as their granddaughter sat near the lake.

A few days later, you were in Monaco, back in Daniel’s house. ‘’Babe, you ready?’’ Daniel was waiting for you downstairs, you still up in the bedroom, fixing your hair and make up. ‘’Almost.’’ You yelled back, watching yourself in the mirror.

You had finally agreed on going on the double date with your best friend and her boyfriend. It did take you three days to think, make up different scenarios in your head, and the closer it came to todays date, the more you started to doubt your decision. Going on this date probably meant a goodbye to your private life, no more walking around the city on your own, pictures being taken of the two of you, more people knowing about you and your family. You just wanted to protect them, not wanting people to know every detail about your life.

‘’Babe…’’ Daniel slowly opened the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sitting on your bed, your head in your hands, a sigh escaping his lips. ‘’Y/N.’’ You looked up as Daniel came to sit down next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you leaned against his chest.

‘’I don’t know if I’m ready.’’ You didn’t want to let him, or your friends, down by cancelling tonights plans, but you felt this sudden panic wash over you, making you hesitate, not sure if you made the right decision by agreeing on this double date. ‘’I don’t know if I’m ready to jump into this, world. I know you’re in it, and I want to be by your side, support you every minute of every day, but I don’t want to give up my privacy.’’

‘’I know, love, and it is your own decision, but I want you to know that I will support whatever you choose.’’ Daniel started, resting his left hand on your knee while his right hand moved up to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. His thumb drew small circles on your skin as he gave you one of his comforting smiles, the ones that calmed you down almost instantly.

‘’I get that it’s hard, yes, people will know you, but it won’t change anything for me, okay? I will still see you as my girlfriend, the love of my life, the girl I wish to spend the rest of my life with. I will be realistic, because I know you are too. There will be mixed emotions from the fans, the press and the media, but we are so much stronger than that aren’t we?’’ You simply nodded, letting him speak.

‘’You and me, against the world, right?’’ He placed a small kiss on the corner of your lips, making the corners of your mouth turn upwards, a smile appearing on your face. ‘’Forever.’’ You mumbled and linked your pinky finger with his. It might sound lame, but you and him always did pinky promises, it was your way of making a promise that you knew neither of you would break.

‘’You know my home GP is in a few weeks, and I will give you enough time to think about it, but I would love for you to be there. I won’t force you, I want you to make that decision on your own, but I want to give you the opportunity to be there, Luisa will be there as well.’’ The way he spoke was full of love, his voice was soft, gentle, sweet and he made sure he wouldn’t pressure you to anything.

The two of you talked for a few more minutes, him telling you he would protect you, the best he could, and you agreeing on thinking about going to his home GP. ‘’You know.’’ You mumbled as you held his hand, intertwining your fingers as he guided you to the front door. ‘’A few days ago, I saw this couple near the lake in my hometown, they were watching their granddaughter feeding the ducks.’’ You had a smile on your lips as you thought back of that image, and Daniel copied your smile, loving how you would notice the small things happening around you.

‘’We will be that, one day, if that’s what you’re thinking about.’’ He chuckled and you joined his laughter, holding out your pinky for him. ‘’I promise.’’ You smiled at his comment and he linked his pinky with yours. ‘’Pinky promise.’’ You whispered and linked your lips with his as he opened the front door.

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sinditia · 2 years ago

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In regards to your latest post, I think #8 and Alpha Peter would be good!

thank you for the prompt!

8 - "All I want now is you between my legs"

StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo 2022 - Alpha Peter

Summary: Peter Parker, assistant to Stark Industries CEO Pepper Potts, is sent on an errand to Tony Stark's house. The meet-cute leads to Tony requesting Peter's assistance on various random things... including his heat.

Word Count: 6.5k

"I'm so sorry, Peter. He's not picking up his phone and these contracts are really important and some of these clauses need to be double-checked- I really can't send just anyone. I'd go myself if I didn't have that board meeting in an hour. And you're the only one who's been involved in this deal since the beginning-"

"It's fine, Ms. Potts, I don't mind," Peter assures. "And I'll debrief Miles again before I go to prepare him for your meeting later. I'm sure he can handle it."

Pepper nods, already gathering her files and running along. Alpha to the core, the Stark Industries CEO is always on the move, always one step ahead, thinking of her next moves while she works on the current. As her assistant, Peter needs to keep up quickly or he'll drown. Hiring a second assistant has made Peter's job a lot easier. Miles is a young beta, energetic, and a quick-learner. Peter's certain he can accompany Pepper by himself for the day.

And in all honesty, Peter could use the break.

The sleek, black company car drops Peter off in front of a sprawling, futuristic mansion perched on the bluffs of Point Dume, overlooking the Santa Monica bay. The place looks to be deserted. There are no security personnel all along the winding driveway, no other cars on the circular path by the glass-front entrance, no signs of any staff anywhere on the property.

As soon as Peter climbs out of the car and closes the door behind him, the driver takes off, presumably to find someplace to park. He seemed familiar enough with the area, which is more than Peter can say about himself.

Peter pauses on the steps by the mansion’s entrance, nonplussed by the lack of doorbell or knocker or even any surface he can rap his knuckles on to announce his presence. It’s all just sleek, wraparound glass, giving him an inside view of a massive, marble-tiled foyer, empty except for some confusing-looking sculptures and abstract art decorating the walls.

Looking around, Peter spots the dark lens of a security camera staring his way and a second later, the glass doors open.

“H-hello?” Peter calls out as he enters the premises. “Mr. Stark? I’m Peter. Peter Parker. Ms. Potts’s assistant.” He cringes inwardly at how inexperienced he sounds, upticking each sentence like it’s a question. He clears his throat. “I have some documents for you to look at.”

No answer. No assistant or housekeeper scurrying to greet him. A quick peek through an archway reveals a lavish dining room with a table that seats a dozen. Then around a corner there’s a luxurious living room with a sunken seating area, a pool table, and a grand piano. As far as Peter knows, Tony Stark, unmarried and single, lives alone. But he didn’t think the man would be alone alone. Peter’s inner alpha feels a twinge of discomfiture at the idea of an omega – or anyone really, he corrects himself – just sitting here unguarded, surrounded by all this wealth.

Or maybe Stark isn’t even home. Pepper did say he wasn’t picking up his phone. Maybe he’s out somewhere, maybe on a private jet gallivanting to some other country or whatever it is that rich people do when they-

Peter’s blood runs cold when he looks out the living room’s floor-to-ceiling glass windows and sees a dark shape floating in the middle of the infinity pool outside. He drops his briefcase and runs.

Peter doesn’t hesitate. As soon as he’s outside and gets to the pool’s edge, he dives in, clothes and all. A few kicks and he reaches the person, hauling their body face up towards the surface.

The person startles, blinking water out of their eyes.

Pretty eyes, Peter thinks dumbly even through his panic.

Water droplets cling to long, thick lashes as Tony Stark regards Peter with some amusement. “Oh. And who might you be?”

Tony Stark laughs and laughs as Peter sits on one of the poolside deck chairs, wringing chlorinated water out of his suit jacket.

“It’s not funny,” Peter grumbles. “I thought you were dead.”

Tony chuckles, grabbing a towel. “It’s a little funny. Serves you right for just wandering into a stranger’s house unannounced.”

Peter looks up at the man, spluttering. “I did announce! I called out to you but you didn’t answer. No one answered. And besides, your security camera let me in. How was I supposed to-”

Tony pauses the towel-drying of his hair, the dark tufts still wet but sticking up this way and that. “J.A.R.V.I.S. let you in? So you’re in the database?” Rivulets of water still run down the man’s surprisingly broad chest for an omega, past the dusky nipples, the hint of abs around his belly button, settling on the waistband of a pair of navy swim trunks that are so snug they leave nothing to the imagination.

Peter tears his eyes away with some difficulty. “I told you, I’m Ms. Potts’s assistant. I have- wait, ‘Jarvis’? So there is someone else here?”

“J.A.R.V.I.S., my A.I.. Weird, he didn’t say anything when you-” Tony snaps his fingers like he just remembered something. “Oh that’s right, I put him on mute earlier. I was stuck on a problem and needed some peace and quiet to think. Hence the, uh… meditation you caught me in.”

“‘Meditation’?” Peter snorts, giving up on his drenched suit jacket and tossing it aside. “You mean ‘impersonating a drowned corpse’?”

“Potato, tomato.” Tony waves a dismissive hand. He turns and gestures for Peter to follow. “Come on, I’ll get you some dry clothes.”

Peter gets up and walks behind the other man. He groans quietly, partly in discomfort at the soaked clothes sticking grossly to his body, a larger part in a decidedly different kind of discomfort at the sight of Tony Stark’s plush ass wrapped in those sinful swim trunks.

Jesus Christ, the way each ass cheek bounces with every step of the man’s toned legs. The stairs don’t help. With Peter a few steps behind, it just puts him at eye level with the omega’s wet ass. Peter’s thoughts are straying into dangerous territory and he desperately hopes that the chlorine he’s drenched in is covering any kind of arousal wafting from-

Peter reels back as he’s led through a doorway and he’s hit with a scent so strong and warm and homey. Sweet vanilla with a hint of peppery spice and something earthy and powdery like a bouquet of irises. Masculine, yet gentle. A gorgeous scent.

Peter realizes with slight alarm that Tony has taken him to his bedroom instead of one of the guest rooms a house this size must have. There’s a gigantic unmade bed on the far side of the room and beyond it, a stunning view of the Pacific Ocean. Tony heads towards the walk-in closet while Peter just stands there breathing in deep that mouth-watering scent permeating the space like he can’t get enough of it.

Tony re-emerges with some folded clothes. “Good thing you’re not one of those ‘roided up alpha types. Pretty sure these’ll fit you. Bathroom’s through there. Feel free to shower.”

Peter accepts what looks like a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. “What about you? Don’t you need to shower too?”

Tony’s eyes twinkle with mirth. “Are you inviting me to take a shower with you?”

Peter feels himself blush something fierce. “N-no! I meant- it’s your bathroom. You should be the first to-”

Tony laughs. “Relax, kid. Don’t think too much. Besides, I got better things to do right now.” He winks, then leaves the room.

Tony Stark’s bathroom is the fanciest bathroom Peter’s ever been in, and he’s stayed in a lot of nice, five-star hotels around the world accompanying Pepper on various business trips. It’s also by far the best-smelling bathroom Peter’s ever been in and he’s pretty sure it’s not the air freshener. It’s the same scent that filled the bedroom, but a bit lighter, not as saturated. Peter can practically feel the scent touching his skin as he strips down and he almost feels loath to wash it away.

Under the high-pressure stream of the showerhead, Peter wonders how he ended up here. Earlier this morning when he came into work and rode up the elevators to the executive floor of the Stark Industries building, he never thought that he would end up naked in a bathroom belonging to the owner of Stark Industries.

Tony’s clothes fit him fairly well. They’re of a similar height though Tony has broader shoulders, demonstrated by the slight looseness of the shirt’s upper half on Peter. What he thought was a plain grey t-shirt actually had an adorable little science illustration on it, portraying two cartoon atoms, one saying, “I lost an electron” while the other responded, “are you positive?”. Peter smiles to himself, imagining Tony Stark wearing a cute shirt like this.

Peter is looking around downstairs, trying to find Tony, when a voice, seemingly coming from everywhere at once, pipes up, “Mr. Stark is currently in his laboratory, down the stairs to your left.”

That must be the A.I., now unmuted, sounding like a perfectly refined, British butler.

“Um, thanks. J.A.R.V.I.S., right?” Peter asks.

“That’s right. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Parker. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly earlier, but as you may have noticed, Mr. Stark can be rather vexing.”

Peter chuckles. “That’s one way to put it.”

He follows J.A.R.V.I.S.’s direction and finds himself in a huge underground garage, as vast as the floor space above, with rows and rows of luxury and vintage cars lining the far end, while the area closer to Peter’s point of entry is cluttered with all sorts of computers, parts, and machinery.

A robot arm appears to notice Peter’s presence, rearing up and clacking its metal claws at him. Peter gives it an awkward wave and the robot arm rotates its claw a few times and makes what sounds like excited chirping noises.

“Shut up, DUM-E, I’m thinking,” Tony mutters from where he’s seated on one of the benches, peering through several magnifying lenses to tweak at something absurdly tiny with a fine pair of tweezers. His hair is still damp and dishevelled but he’s put on a white tank top and some grey sweatpants. He looks insanely hot, but-

Peter raises an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Tony looks up and his eyes rake unabashedly from Peter’s head to toe, nose twitching. “Not you dummy. Him DUM-E.” Tony jerks his head towards the robot arm, who bobs his distal appendage up and down in response to his name before picking up a conical dunce hat from a nearby bench and waving it at him. On the front surface of the hat is written ‘DUM-E’ in large block letters.

“That’s awful,” Peter says, but he chuckles at the adorable display. Then, remembering why he’s here in the first place, he clears his throat. “So listen, Ms. Potts sent over some contracts-”

“Yeah, I know. I looked at it. It’s fine.” Tony’s attention has returned to whatever it is he was tinkering with when Peter walked in.

Peter blinks. “It’s… Did you read the part where Stark Industries would waive any rights to-”

“Uh-huh, it’s fine.”

“And the part where any damage incurred from-”

“Yes, yes. It’s all fine,” Tony says with a touch of impatience. “I told you, I read it. Got all your little documents right here in your briefcase. I put notes for Pepper in the margins. Or was there any more homework she sent you to give me?”

“Oh,” Peter says, chagrined. “I didn’t think- That was quick. I mean, thanks for taking the time to-”

“Nothing to it,” Tony says with a dismissive wave. Then he smirks. “Besides, you did take a long shower.”

Peter stammers his way through denial, then thank-yous, then goodbyes as he takes his briefcase and excuses himself quickly before he embarrasses himself any further.

The driver who takes him back to the city only gives a brief glance at the fact that Peter is leaving wearing different clothes than the one he came in with, and doesn’t ask any questions.

“So?” Miles corners Peter at the cafeteria the next work day. “What was he like?”

“Who, Tony?” Peter asks without thinking.

“Well, I was gonna say ‘Mr. Stark’. But sure, Tony.”

Peter adamantly ignores Miles’s growing smirk. “He’s…” he hedges, thinking of broad shoulders he gripped in the pool, of water droplets dripping down a toned body, of wet swim trunks clinging to plump ass cheeks, of brown eyes and dark lashes and amused smiles, of warm vanilla and earthy spices over a garden of iris blooms. “…weird,” he finally settles on.

There’s a vein in Pepper’s temple that’s threatening to pop when Peter is called into her office the following week.

Peter had expected the worst, but he was subjected to only fifteen minutes of his boss ranting about how she is not in fact, Tony Stark’s personal assistant anymore, and that she is actually Chief Executive Officer of his company, a position that he himself personally appointed to her after stepping down as CEO, a position that, contrary to his belief, is rife with tasks and responsibility, and therefore she should not be burdened with concerns about Tony Stark’s laundry of all things.

“He’s making you do his laundry?” Peter asks, mystified, but also trying not to laugh lest he offend the woman paying his salary. Tony Stark really is something else.

Pepper fixes Peter a look with the most exasperation he’s ever seen on an alpha. “No, he’s making you do his laundry. He’s making me give you the day off to do so.”

In all honesty, Peter doesn’t mind doing laundry. If Tony Stark wants him to spend the day sitting in the company car taking some suits to the dry cleaner’s and back, then he’ll be a good little employee and do what the company owner says.

Except, as it turns out, that’s not exactly what Tony wants him to do.

“Um,” Peter stares at the contents of the laundry basket Tony sets in front of him, slightly horrified. “Don’t you have… Who usually does this for you?”

“I have a housekeeper who comes in every few days. But he’s on maternity leave right now. And I don’t like the idea of strangers handling my things so…” Tony claps his hands once. “Chop chop. I need all of this done or else I’m going commando on live TV tomorrow.” He gives Peter a little smirk. “Not for the first time. But I don’t want that new anchor to get any ideas. I know what you young alphas are like.”

“I- what-”

“Anyway. Let me know when you’re done. I’ll be in the lab.” And before Peter could say anything else, Tony breezes out of the laundry room, leaving him with a hamper full of the man’s… delicates.

Peter stares at them like they’re a basket of snakes waiting to strike. They’re decidedly not like the plain, cotton-blend boxer briefs Peter owns that come in packets of five from Costco. These are a pile of silk and lace and satin and mesh, in a whole spectrum of colours and patterns, from bold reds and blacks to soft pinks and blues. All, no doubt, absurdly expensive. Peter can see intricate little flowers embroidered into some of the thin straps, and… are those rhinestones? Pearls?

Peter’s dick twitches in interest as his mind conjures up images of Tony Stark, sprawled out on his lush massive bed, wearing nothing but one of these panties. Such a gorgeous, unattainable omega that Peter has no business fantasizing about. But the idea of those delicate straps and lace wrapping that perfect ass… Thin, flimsy material barely covering that dripping pussy…

Peter reaches in and picks up a pretty little thong with cut-outs on the front, barely any fabric on the gusset. But oh god, the scent that hits his nose as soon as he lifted it from the hamper. It’s that same vanilla-iris he knows as fundamentally Tony, but inexplicably sweeter, thicker, deliciously caramel-like, and almost boozy with how light-headed it makes Peter feel.

Without thinking, Peter lifts it to his face-

“The detergent is under the sink,” J.A.R.V.I.S.’s disembodied voice suddenly says, making Peter jump guiltily. “Use the mild, unscented one. The white bottle with the blue cap.”

“Uh, right. Thanks.” Peter shakes his head, hoping to god that the A.I. isn’t so advanced that he could read minds.

Peter tries to cleanse his thoughts as he hand-washes Tony’s intoxicating scent out of those dirty panties. His head clears with every rinse of clean, cold water through the delicate fabric. But as he lays them all out neatly on a drying rack, he gets real familiar with the skimpy styles of each elaborate piece, and Peter’s traitorous brain insists on showing him what Tony would look like wearing each of them.

It’s not always swim trunks and lingerie.

Tony started summoning Peter to help him with random, innocuous things around the lab. One time, he wanted Peter there to be a ‘fresh nose’ to detect any possible gas leak from whatever mechanical contraption he was messing around with because he was beginning to get ‘olfactory fatigue’.

Another time he wanted Peter to lug a bunch of crates from the driveway down to the lab. Peter had sweated all through his button-up from all the heavy lifting that day and he must have stunk so bad that Tony started giving him weird looks, though the man graciously didn’t comment on it.

But sometimes Tony just wanted Peter to come to the lab and talk, brainstorm, spitball ideas. Peter knows a fair bit about science and engineering. He has to, as an employee of Stark Industries, but he’s mostly worked on the business side of things with Pepper. He feels woefully inadequate as a mind-sparring partner to the incredible genius that is Tony Stark. He doesn’t know exactly what he offers to the table but Tony insists that Peter’s unsullied perspective is exactly what he needs.

Peter loves those kinds of visits best, when he can just be there and soak in Tony Stark’s brilliance, surrounded by the sharp tang of metal and motor oil softened up by the gentle powdery warmth of Tony’s own scent. It’s easy to talk with Tony, whether it’s about mundane, everyday things or about the technical matter of engineering. Tony is astute and funny and surprisingly sweet demonstrated by the fond exasperation he uses to address his robotic creations.

Peter deeply enjoys spending time with Tony, and he thinks the other man does too. Tony’s requests for Peter’s presence and assistance become enough of a habit that even Pepper stops fighting it, for the sake of her mental wellbeing. She’s worked with Tony long enough to know to choose her battles, and Peter isn’t exactly complaining.

The first time Peter meets Tony outside of his house is during a Stark Industries-sponsored charity event at the Beverly Hills Four Seasons hotel. It’s a Friday night, and instead of going out for drinks with the guys from finance, both Peter and Miles are working overtime, helping Pepper micromanage every aspect of the event.

Peter spots Tony on the other side of the hall, easily the best-dressed one in there with his tailored all-black suit and tinted glasses. He’s speaking with a tall, blond man, clean-shaven, handsome in an all-American way, and built like he should be on the cover of one of those alpha fitness magazines. Their conversation appears intimate, unlike the throwaway charm and banter Tony presents to the other guests. The blond alpha crowds into Tony’s space while the omega looks up at him through his lashes, speaking quietly.

They look good together, Peter thinks with a sinking heart. A physical specimen of an alpha for the world’s most eligible omega.

But then Peter sees the alpha try to take hold of Tony’s elbow but Tony jerks his arm away, saying something sharply to the other man before storming off towards the terrace.

Peter’s hackles rise. Who is this alpha? He tenses, ready to intervene if the alpha looks to pursue Tony further with unwanted attention. Fortunately, the man just finishes his drink and makes his way to the exit, in the opposite direction.

Peter weaves through the crowd and makes his way towards where he saw Tony headed. The terrace is quieter than the main hall, and Tony is standing by the balustrade, glasses tucked in his pocket, the summer breeze ruffling his dark hair and carrying with it the faint scent of vanilla pods and iris blossoms.

“Hey, you alright?” Peter asks on approach.

Tony turns to look at him. “Always. Why do you ask?”

“I just… saw you with that guy earlier.”

“Oh. Steve.”

“Is he your, um, boyfriend?”

“No,” Tony says with a slight scoff. “Well…” he rethinks it for a few seconds before he decides, “no, we’re just friends. With benefits,” he adds. “Except now that the benefits are cooling off, it turns out we’re not really great at being friends, so… I guess we’re just- or at least I’m just- an annoyance.”

“Well he’s an idiot,” Peter says matter-of-factly.

Tony quirks a smile at him. “‘Why, no, Tony, don’t say that! You’re not an annoyance at all!’,” he retorts in good nature.

Peter returns his smile. “You are an annoyance. But I like that about you.”

Tony looks away. While it’s hard to tell his expression in the low light, Peter is so attuned to the omega’s scent by now that he picks up a slight change in it, warmer, stickier, spicier than usual.

Peter breathes in deep. “Tony, are you…”

“My heat is due this weekend.”

“Should you be out here like this?” Peter asks, concerned.

“Now you just sound like Steve,” Tony says wryly.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Peter frowns. “Is that why… is that what the fight was about earlier?”

Tony shrugs. “Just didn’t feel like spending it with him this time. Or the time before this one. He’s taking it a lot better this time around, though.” He chuckles at the sight of Peter’s face and he reaches out to smooth the frown lines on Peter’s forehead with his thumb. “Don’t hurt your little head over it, alpha,” he says, the title making Peter preen a little. “It’s no big deal.”

“It should be,” Peter insists. “Heats belong to no one but the omega. No one should feel entitled to it.”

Tony’s hand moves down to cup Peter’s face, gaze dropping to his lips.

Peter’s heart thuds as time seems to stand still, then speed up all at once when they both close the distance between them to kiss. It’s soft and sweet, as first kisses tend to be, but the want inside them quickly rises, rushing heat through their veins. It lights a fire in their kiss as their hands move to grasp each other, touching like they’ve always wanted.

Tony makes a soft noise when Peter flicks his tongue against the seam of his lips and Peter already wants more of that sound. It’s heady, surrounded by the omega’s enticing scent and taste. Peter can hardly believe that he’s kissing the Tony Stark.

An insistent buzzing in Peter’s pocket interrupts them.

“Either you’re very excited about this, or someone’s calling you,” Tony murmurs against his lips.

“I’ll take it later,” Peter says, pulling Tony in closer, hungry for his taste.

“It could be Pepper. And if it is, then we’re both in trouble.”

Peter groans and pulls away. He answers the phone and Miles’s voice comes through, tinny and frantic, something about Pepper looking for him. It’s hard to concentrate with Tony’s face nuzzled against his neck, scenting deep. Peter hastily assures Miles that he’ll be right there and hangs up.

“If she fires you, then you’d be free to play with me all the time,” Tony jokes, kissing his neck.

“Don’t tempt me,” Peter sighs, closing his eyes, enjoying the feel of Tony’s lips on his skin. “I should go.”

“I know.” Tony’s mouth makes a kiss trail up Peter’s jaw to the corner of his lips. “God, you’re driving me nuts already. Peter… if you want, feel free to come to the house tomorrow.”

Peter’s eyes fly open. “Tomorrow? But that’s your-”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your heat. You want me to-”

Tony pulls away, raising an eyebrow. “Look at me, last chance, yes or no?”

“Yes,” Peter says quickly, grinning. They kiss again, giddy, unable to keep their hands off each other. They kiss and kiss until Peter’s phone goes off again. “Fuck! Okay, I really gotta go.”

“Hmm,” Tony agrees, placing one final kiss on Peter’s cheek before letting him go.

Walking away from Tony is the hardest thing Peter’s had to do, especially with the other man looking slightly dishevelled, smelling so sweetly like an omega in heat already.

Peter hesitates. “Tony, I don’t want to be presumptuous with you, but… I really think you should… I mean, it would make me feel better if-”

“Don’t worry, I’m going straight home.” Tony smirks and glances down at himself. “Gotta take care of this little problem you gave me somewhere a little more private.”

Peter rushes back into the main hall and wonders if Pepper and Miles can see the blush in his face or smell the vanilla and iris on his skin.

The next morning, Peter takes an uber to Point Dume and J.A.R.V.I.S. lets him in the house.

It feels dangerously intimate. Peter’s exhausted, having just worked late into the night with his hardass boss, and now, stepping into the now familiar house that smells so much like the omega he lo- likes very much… it almost feels like coming home.

“Mr. Stark is still asleep in his room,” J.A.R.V.I.S. informs him. “I’ve been instructed to tell you to head right upstairs. But may I suggest encouraging him take some electrolyte drinks? I do believe he’d be more receptive to your persuasion rather than mine.”

Peter chuckles. “Will do, Jarv. Got some right here.” He pats the tote bag he brought with him stuffed full of home-made sandwiches, heat snacks, and bottles of electrolyte water.

Peter takes the stairs two steps at a time, feeling invigorated as Tony’s scent grows stronger the closer he gets. He slips quietly into the bedroom, still dark with the curtains drawn against the morning sun, and practically sighs in contentment, enveloped by the sweet cloud of Tony’s pheromones.

The omega is a rumpled bundle under the fluffy blankets, rising and falling with every slow breath. Peter strips down to his shirt and boxers, sits on the edge of the bed, and pulls the blanket back slowly, revealing Tony fast asleep underneath. Peter runs his fingers gently through the omega’s dark hair, marvelling in its softness.

Tony snuffles closer at the touch, forehead creasing, nose twitching. “Alpha?” he murmurs, eyes blinking open slowly.

“I’m here, omega,” Peter says, chest feeling like it’s about to burst at being able to call Tony that.

Tony smiles at the endearment, rolling over to throw an arm over Peter’s waist, pressing his nose against his skin. The blankets fall away and reveal that Tony’s been sleeping completely nude.

Peter runs a hand down Tony’s bare back. “Do you want some water? You’re starting to burn up. You should hydrate.”

Tony moves his hand from Peter’s hips to fondle at his cock through his boxers. “All I want now is you between my legs.”

Peter lets out a soft grunt at the stimulation but he holds firm. “Water first, omega, then you can have my cock.”

Dark brown eyes blink up at Peter through thick lashes, a touch of wilfulness in them. But Peter just gives a small smile and Tony sits up to receive the offered drink. Tony scoops up the straw with his tongue in a way that is not at all meant to be enticing, keeping eye contact with Peter as he sucks and swallows the fluids.

“Mmm,” Tony licks his lips when he’s done, like it’s the sweetest nectar and not some plain water with bland hints of lemon.

“Alright,” Peter mutters, snatching the bottle and setting it haphazardly on the bedside table before lunging to capture those infuriating lips in a hungry kiss. He can feel Tony grin against him and he lets himself be tugged on the bed on top of the omega.

Tony’s thighs fall open and Peter settles between them. The sheets, the pillows, the blankets, they all smell so much like Tony. It’s like sinking into a cloud of the most mouth-watering vanilla-caramel and earthy, woody spices.

“Oh, fuck,” Peter sighs, feeling dizzy with want. He buries his nose in the crook of Tony’s neck, inhaling deep, scenting, kissing him.

Insistent hands tug at Peter’s shirt and boxers. “Off, off. Get this off,” Tony orders.

“Impatient,” Peter teases, as though he’s not dying to sink into the sweet warmth of the omega’s body. He leans up and strips the rest of the way, revelling in the way Tony runs his hands appreciatively up and down his chest and stomach, eyes darkening even further with lust.

Tony curls a hand around Peter’s cock that’s been hard and aching since Tony’s scent entered his bloodstream. “I need this in me now,” Tony breathes, stroking Peter, who bucks at his touch.

Peter covers Tony’s body with his, kissing him. Their bare chests press against each other in a delicious glide, the touch of skin on skin like liquid fire. Peter grips Tony’s thigh, hitching it up, angling his pelvis so that their hips grind against each other, his hard cock meeting Tony’s pussy lips.

“You’re so wet,” Peter murmurs in wonder. His shaft drags up and down the seam of Tony’s pussy, spreading slick everywhere.

“Touched myself all night, thinking of you,” Tony moans, hips twitching every time Peter’s cockhead rubs against his aching clit. “Couldn’t wait for you to take me.”

Peter groans, unable to wait anymore. His hand presses the top of his dick, angling it towards the entrance of the pussy that’s dripping for him, slipping inside in a nice, easy stretch.

“Ohh, god,” Tony gives a shuddery gasp, fingernails digging into the meat of Peter’s shoulders.

“You alright?” Peter pants, pleasure-drunk at the snug, warm grip of the omega’s body.

“Yeah… yeah, you feel perfect, ohh-” Tony’s back arches when Peter’s fingers plays with his slippery clit while rolling his hips, stroking his cock against Tony’s sensitive insides.

Peter feels Tony get even wetter, walls rippling around his cock, the omega’s first orgasm of the day. “Beautiful,” Peter marvels. “Feeling good?” He kisses Tony through it, never stopping the movements of his hips, giving the omega a nice pressure to convulse on.

Tony hums in affirmative, eyes closed in bliss. “Want more. Want your knot.”

Peter slips out until only the tip remains inside, the slams back in, punching a deep groan out of the omega. He sets up a thrusting pace, losing himself to the luscious friction of Tony’s wet, tight pussy. He kisses and touches Tony all over as he fucks him, drunk on his taste, his scent. It’s not long before he feels the orgasm forming low in his stomach. He angles his pelvis, hitting a spot that makes Tony gasp and moan.

“Come for me again and I’ll give you my knot, omega,” Peter promises.

“Fuck me there harder and I will,” Tony pants, hands low on Peter’s ass to encourage his thrusts.

Peter picks up the pace, pounding away, giving the omega what he wants. He kisses and swallows Tony’s breathy moans, each thrust hitting exactly where he’s sensitive and achy. Tony’s back bows up as he climaxes hard. The clench around Peter’s cock is so good that he knots on the next thrust, locking them together. Peter groans long and low as he cums, spilling over and over as Tony’s pussy massages him in the wake of his orgasm.

They take a little nap and Peter wakes up to find he’s slipped out of Tony’s pussy, but now he’s got the omega’s mouth around his cock, licking and sucking it into hardness. Before he knows it, Tony is straddling him, guiding his cock into the pussy that’s still slick with his spend.

Tony rides him in a languid pace, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, moaning so beautifully, bouncing and rolling his hips, using Peter’s alpha cock like dildo.

Peter runs his hands up and down Tony’s toned thighs, feeling the muscles work beneath his touch. He watches Tony ride him, mesmerized, The omega looks so stunning, naked, skin dewy with sweat, flushed slightly pink from his heat, lust writ all over his face. Peter can’t believe he gets to have this, to give pleasure to the most gorgeous omega in the world, to share such an intimate part of his life.

Peter feels his knot start to swell again. He grabs Tony’s hips, pulling him down with every upward thrust until his knot pops past the entrance and they’re tied together once more, Peter spilling another load into that spasming grip.

They fuck on and off all day as Tony’s heat grows more intense. Peter manages to get him to eat and makes sure he takes in the required amount of hydration. Tony seemed surprised that Peter brought provisions for him. It turns out Tony already has a mini-fridge full of everything he needs for his heat and Peter feels a little sheepish about his sad offerings compared to Tony’s supply of expensive protein bars, supplements, and fresh organic berries.

Tony insists on having Peter’s sandwiches though, kissing him on the cheek, commenting on what a good alpha he has. He’s probably just teasing but Peter still preens at being called a ‘good alpha’, especially when Tony finishes all the sandwiches with gusto and lets Peter hand-feed him some blueberries.

Tony starts writhing and begging for his alpha later that evening, and Peter lays him out, the omega’s back to his chest, and touches him all over. He surrounds Tony with his alpha scent, arms around him, one hand rubbing his clit while the other plays with his pussy. He fondles and fingers Tony into several shuddering orgasms that way as he whispers sweet nothings into his ear. And once Tony is nice and relaxed, Peter angles his cock and spears it inside, rocking slowly, knotting him through a leisurely, prolonged orgasm.

Peter’s cock hardly ever left Tony’s pussy all through the night, always hard and ready to use whenever Tony wakes in the middle of the night, wet and horny. Peter’s never had so much sex in such a short amount of time, but there’s something about Tony’s insatiable lust, the way his alluring vanilla-iris scent sinks into his veins. It lights almost like a rut in him, gives him the fire and energy to fulfil his omega’s needs.

The next day, when Peter is in the kitchen making breakfast, Tony finds the energy to join him downstairs, wearing the t-shirt Peter came in wearing the previous day and a pair of lacy panties. The shirt is a little tight on him, stretching obscenely across his chest, pink nipples clearly imprinted against the thin fabric, and the hems barely skim past his belly button.

Peter stares, forgetting the stack of pancakes he was arranging on two plates.

Tony saunters over with a casual “good morning, alpha”, then runs his index finger through the maple syrup on the pancakes, then licking the stickiness off, playful eyes on Peter the whole time.

Tony ends up bent and pounded over the kitchen counter. Peter, discovering the crotchless nature of the omega’s panties, keeps them on as he enters him in a smooth glide. Their moans and grunts and the sound of their skin slapping echo through the vast kitchen. At some point Peter hauls Tony up and carries him bodily to the living room sofa so he can knot him somewhere more comfortable.

They cool off with a naked dip in the pool later that afternoon, the place where they first met. They splash and laugh and wrestle each other in the water between kisses until Peter lifts Tony up by the hips to settle him on the edge of the pool. Then Peter buries his face between the omega’s thighs, licking and sucking the pool water off his pussy until all he can taste is that sweet slick. Tony arches his back and moans under the setting California sun, fingers digging into Peter’s wet hair before cumming all over the alpha’s face.

That night they lie in bed side by side facing each other, holding hands, talking about nothing and everything. They kiss, legs tangled, and explore each other’s bodies in reverent touches unhurried by the frantic urgencies of heat. Then as Peter fucks his tired omega to sleep, he thinks about what a lucky alpha he is.

Peter wakes up warm and comfortable and surrounded by what is now his favourite scent in the world, his omega satiated and asleep on his chest. He kisses the top of Tony’s head, buries his face in his hair, breathing in deep.

Tony gives a sleepy grunt, the arm draped around Peter’s stomach squeezing tighter.

It’s such a perfect way to start the morning that Peter almost forgets that the weekend is over and he needs to get back to the real world.

“Shit, it’s Monday,” Peter sighs, placing his forearm over his eyes.

“No, it’s not,” Tony mumbles, burying his nose in the crook of Peter’s neck. “It’s fuck-Tony-all-day day. I’m still in heat.”

“No you’re not. And besides, I don’t have any heat leave days. There’s gonna be an evaluation meeting about Friday’s charity event. Not to mention the appraisal on the drone project that’s been put off since-”

“Hmm, no,” Tony declares decisively. He leans up and reaches over Peter’s body to get to his phone on the nightstand, making a quick call. "Hey, Pep,” he greets once his CEO answers. “You got another boy-toy in there to boss around, right? I'm keeping this one for the rest of the week. Don't call him if you need me. And give the man some heat leave. What are you, a tyrant?” Tony hangs up before Pepper can say anything more, and he tosses the phone somewhere on the carpets. Peter gapes for a few moments, then laughs as his outlandish omega tugs him back in a claiming kiss.

@starkerfestivals

also big thanks to @khalixascorner for helping me with the smut part of this fic. i wouldn't have been able to finish this without you!

#starker #marsha writes #nff #omegaverse #starkerfestivalsevents #SFSummerBingo22 #this kinda got away from me #certainly wasn't expecting to churn out a full blown romcom #i hope you like it anyway

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moonctzeny · 4 years ago

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Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

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