#total ear worm in my head

[princessbrunette]

rafe had been trying to pick a fight with bunny!reader all day due to his bad mood. however, due to her being a little ray of pink glittery sunshine — it just wasn’t happening.

first, the problem was the pink glittery dildo in your dresser that he found whilst snooping due to boredom, waiting for you to be done in the shower. he argues with himself whilst you sit at your vanity, giggling and happily doing your makeup.

“you tellin’ me you need that shit? ‘cus… ‘cus if that’s the case, don’t come begging for dick every thirty minutes when clearly you could be fixing your own problems.” he rants, huffing as you carefully brush mascara through your eyelashes.

“its not the same! pluuuus, i haven’t used that thing in ages. dont even know where you found it, daddy.” you’re clearly amused and it’s making things worse, locking eyes with your boyfriend through the mirror as he stands with his hands on his hips.

“think i’m stupid, right? if you weren’t still using this thing you would have thrown it in the trash.”

you spin on your stool, giving him a convincing pout. “i only use it when you go away on business trips with your dad, ‘cos i just miss you so much.”

he blinks, clearly not out of juice.

“you need to learn a little patience and self discipline, alright — you’ll appreciate this dick more without the fuckin’ silicone version.” he drawls and you giggle again at his word choice before bringing your manicured fingers to your lips to stop yourself.

“m’attached to it rafey. i like it. its pink and glittery and i’m not throwing it away.” you stand your ground, and his jaw ticks, looking around once more at the toy laying on your bed.

“cant do all the shit i do n’you know it… right? you call me when that toy fuckin’ chokes you out how you like it or spits in your damn asshole and shoves its thumb in there. yeah?” he mouths off before leaving the room, caring less and less about the argument as time goes on. now you really couldn’t fight him — he was playing dirty, and that made you horny.

his fighting spirit is given a new lease of life downstairs in the kitchen, when you accidentally blurt out the wrong name whilst speaking to him.

you’re giggling uncontrollably once more, grabbing at his shirt in the kitchen attempting to pull you closer as he holds his hands up, pretending to be totally disgusted.

“nah, who the fuck is that — huh? nate?”

“gosh, rafey — he’s from gossip girl! i was just thinkin’ about the show and your names sound similar! was an accident!” the fact you don’t sound sorry in the slightest is grinding his gears, not hugging you back when you manage to wrap your arms around him. “daddy hug me back.” you pout, and he peels you back with his hands on your shoulders.

“on thin fuckin’ ice today… alright?” he raises his eyebrows. you smile and nod, earrings jangling like there wasn’t a thought in your head.

it’s on the way to the country club that he’s really had enough, insisting on playing your music in the car, constantly winding down the volume to ask questions that didn’t need to be asked. your delicate hand reaches out for the volume toggle once more and he smacks it away.

“if you’re going to ask me if i’d still love you as a worm, or whatever bullshit you’ve conjured up — i suggest staying quiet, yeah? already told you that you’re pushing it today.”

he doesn’t have to look at you to know your smile is spreading.

“that wasn’t my question, but would you?”

the car pulls over to the side of the road with a swiftness, and he turns his body in his seat. you look unbothered as ever.

“why’d we stop?”

“you’re uh, you’re goin’ in the trunk. okay?” he rasps slowly, nodding his head like it would hypnotise you into agreeing. somehow, it worked — because your grin remains.

“okay!”

he marches over to your side and yanks you out before walking you round the back and opening the trunk. “i’m serious. get in.”

you do with no complaints — and by the time he is back in the drivers seat, he believes he’s taken it too far. however there’s no banging around, no crying, no screaming for him to let you out — so he drives away. the silence is rewarding, but he doesn’t feel great about it.

when he pulls up to the country club, he’s quick to walk around the backside of his truck and open up the trunk, relieved to see you happy as a clam — and lifts you out from under your arms. “that was fun! it was like you were a kidnapper, but also my boyfriend.” your eyes have a twinkle to them as he marches you towards his group of friends, gawking with questioning gazes.

“yeah you like that shit? ‘that turn you on?” he bites back sarcastically, but you nod anyway.

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[ DRABBLE ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( fourth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven.

୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami

୨୧˚ cw; smut (?) , dub-con , alcohol consumption , profanity

( flashback; ) Wreaths and holly plants decked the usually barren, white walls of the seventh floor office level, and soft Christmas music looped on the overhead speaker in attempts to induce a jolly spirit. Colleagues conversed, discussing plans for December break over plastic cups of spiked cider. Everyone seemed in high morale; even Gakuganji, who donned a cheaply made Santa suit, still wrinkled from its time being folded in a package. Your first ever office party was about as much as you expected–not the worst time, but certainly not the best time, either. It didn’t help that you were still technically the “newbie” despite having been a member of the company for a few months at that point. Man, it was hard to make friends in an office full of stoic suits.

You remain near a far wall, slumped against the oversized copy machine with a drink in hand. Nobody had even appreciated your dress; a modest crimson thing with white, cottony trims to mimic Old Saint Nick. Figures. You pout into your cup, knocking back a heavy swig.

“Woah-ho, you sure went all out.”

The dialogue was unexpected and you sputter on a swallow of liquor, startled. A preemptive hand pats your back, something like a mother trying to burp a newborn. You swallow your spit at last, recollect yourself, and whip your head up to follow the source of the voice that nearly killed you. There stood a man tall and spindly in his stature with the most beautifully long, goldish hair drawn back into a ponytail. He is dressed down, wearing a simple pair of dark jeans and a sweater in favor of the suits nearly everyone else sported. 

“You shouldn’t sneak up on ladies,” comes your meager reply. Your free hand smooths down the skirt of your dress, and you clear your throat. “You scared the shit out of me.”

The man smiles apologetically. “Ah, I noticed. My bad.”

“It’s okay. Just… just don’t do it again.”

“Roger that.” He has his own drink, and you manage to catch a glimpse of it over the rim of the solo cup. It’s a dark, murky color, much more amberish than the cider that was being served. “I haven’t seen your face around before, it made me curious.”

“I secured a position here during spring.” Now that you think about it, he was unfamiliar to you as well. You would have definitely remembered that ponytail. “Are you–I mean, do you work in this building?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, they got me holed up in the Shibuya location,” he winks, leaning in. “I make it a habit to come to all the office parties, though. I can’t resist a little holiday cheer.” Two bony knuckles move to brush delicately against the trim of your dress. “I’m Haruta Shigemo, and you’re…?”

“Not interested.” 

Shigemo juts his bottom lip out. “C’mon, don’t be like that. I can’t know your name?”

Holding an index finger to your chin, you pretend to think about it. “What will you give me in return?”

A smirk worms its way onto Shigemo’s thin lips. He angles his hip toward you and pulls up the hem of his knitted sweater, gesturing to the uncanny flask half sticking out of his jeans’ pocket. “I brought good stuff,” he sings quietly, away from prying ears, and suddenly you understand the reason for his drink being a couple shades too dark. “And I’m good at sharing.”

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the wisest decision to accept unknown liquor from a virtual stranger, you should’ve really considered all of the possible outcomes to this situation. You’d already had a little over two cups of warmed cider, rotating on the axis between tipsy and full on drunkenness. Your foggy brain didn’t care much to think about how some of this so-called “good stuff” would only lead to an inevitable, total inebriation. Or, a less likely but just as concerning scenario, Shigemo’s flask could be chock full of poison. Either way, you were itching to turn a less-than-okay party experience into a fun one.

“Y/n L/n,” you said finally, and Shigemo looks pleased. Strategically as to not give away the secret, he stood before you and widened his shoulders to create a makeshift cover while he poured a solid few glugs from flask to your cup. Immediately, the booze reeks of something strong like industrial glass cleaner. Your nose wrinkles as the stench singes the hair from your nostrils. “Smells fucking rancid.”

“Maybe you’re just not used to top shelf liquor?” Was that a dig? You’ll show him that you’re plenty accustomed with expensive booze (you’re not. not at all).

So you drank it. The taste of piss mixed with vinegar nearly made you retch, but after your second glass and an assload of determination, it started to taste… good? Maybe this Shigemo guy wasn’t too bad. The rest of the night was a blur of silly dancing to dumb Christmas songs, ugly laughing at the horse calendars pinned to the wall, and… well, the bathroom.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Your tone was breathy, a cross between giggly and pure apprehension. There in the men’s restrooms, you were perched up on the sink counter. That festive dress was slipped up around your hips by two slender, greedy hands, and a tiny waist worked between your thighs. Shigemo kissed you into silence.

“Why not?” He kisses you again, fumbling with his belt buckle. He’s nipping down your neck, whispering, “The risk is so fucking hot.”

And oh goodness, was he a man on a mission. Tearing the collar of your dress down beneath your breasts, fingering holes into your sheer stockings, stuffing a fist inside your panties… You were in no state of coherence to stop him.

Had it not been a professional obligation on his part to attend this year’s Christmas party, Nanami finds himself fantasizing about all the ways he’d much rather be spending this brisk winter evening. Probably soaking in his tub, nursing a glass of red wine and working on that book he’d been putting off thanks to the ungodly amount of work on his plate as of late. Then, he’d exercise those cooking skills he seldom had time to use and prepare a meal that had much more to offer than these feeble, sugary snacks at this party. Seriously? Cookies and cake? They were adults for goodness sake.

The floor was stuffy and claustrophobia-inducing. Everywhere he turned, Nanami was accidentally bumping somebody with his shoulder or his elbow or some other limb he lost track of. And the conversations were abysmal. Nanami has always been good with his words—he had to be in a profession like this—but Christ, talking to his zombies-for-coworkers was a worse fate than death itself. They drone on about office assignments, about deadlines and paperwork with no hint of light behind their eyes. Is that what he looks like to others? A worrisome thought, that Nanami was just as much of a slave to the corporate world as they were.

The deep train of thought is cut off before it spirals when red catches his eye. A dress red as rubies sticks out like a sore thumb among the sea of blacks and blues and grays of suits. You’re dressed in a silly get up, like those Mrs. Claus actresses in the malls that take pictures with children. Y/n L/n, Nanami recalls your name. He knows you, the newest employee in the office. He’s had very few chances to speak with you, and when he did it mostly consisted of him relaying orders from Mr. Gakuganji. But even in those brief instances, Nanami saw it plain as day: you were different. The first lively fool he’d seen in a while, eyes still glinting with the prospects of optimism and naive hope for the future. Foolish indeed, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. You were a breath of fresh air, but Nanami knew that it was only a matter of time before you were beaten and battered into another mindless cog in the corporation's machine.

A strange urge bloomed within the hollows of the man's chest; an urge that told him to initiate communication with you. Perhaps just a "hello" at the very least, seeing as you were his direct subordinate. It was the polite thing to do, right? Or maybe that was just a weak excuse he convinced himself of because Nanami didn't want to admit that you intrigued him in every sense of the word. You would provide an interesting back and forth, something Nanami desperately craved in the throes of this tedious party.

Golden eyes scanned the room. But no matter how long and meticulous he stared into the mass of bodies, Nanami could not locate the shade of red that had incited this search to begin with. There was a muted pit of disappointment the settled heavy in his stomach when he came to the realization that you simply were gone. He didn't doubt the probability that you ditched, no, he'd commend you for doing something he could not. Nanami sighs under his breath, lets his shoulders droop, and takes the last swig of his drink (water of course, the spiked cider was much too sweet for his tastes) before maneuvering through the crowd towards the bathroom. A five minute breather alone in a stall sounded like Heaven on Earth.

He shouldered through the metallic door, eyes closed, fingers tugging the knot of his too-tight tie as he stepped inside the restrooms. Only the sound of a feminine gasp was what pried his heavy eyelids open.

All three bodies froze: Nanami by the entrance with a slack jaw and wide eyes, a man he vaguely recalls from the Shibuya district stood between a pair of opened legs with his jeans tugged down to mid-thigh, and you. You, with your stupidly red dress in disarray, the neckline dipped below your bare breasts and the lower hem bunched up around the curve of your waistline. There you were, sitting up on the sink completely exposed... God, that bastard's hand was still buried down the front of your panties.

As if time suddenly unfroze, said bastard rips his hands away from your most delicate parts in favor of pulling his jeans back up. Nanami blinks once before cocking his head to the side at the unnatural speed of light, focusing on the faux plant in the corner, the uneven tiles beneath his dress shoes, the cracks in the eggshell paint on the wall... anything besides your indecent self.

"Whoops, would ya' look at that?" Shibuya fucker laughs halfheartedly as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, flustered and giggly. "Guess we got a little carried away there, my bad man!" He slinks towards the door, towards Nanami, but pauses. "Hey, you're Nanami Kento, right?"

"Yes." It's a cold response. Nanami doesn't look to the other man, instead he keeps his eyes trained down as to not get another eyeful of you.

"Aha right! Well," Shibuya fucker sweatdrops, clasping a hand over Nanami's shoulder. "Let's keep this a secret from the higher ups?"

The elder grimaces. "Please don't touch me."

The hand is ripped away. Shibuya fucker shows his palms in sort of a defensive stance as more anxious chuckles erupt from his throat. "Good seeing you, then!" And with that, he slips out of the bathroom leaving you high and dry. The prick didn't even bother to stay and help you get recollected.

"I'm decent." You sound meek, a tone Nanami has yet to hear from you thus far. It sounds small. Humiliated. "You... you can look now."

So he does, only to regret it. There you are, hopped off the sink and standing before him in a pitiful display. Your slender neck was tainted with love marks, darkened bruises bit into flesh with little artistry. Your stockings were shredded carelessly, bits of plumpness squishing through the holes. Your hair was mussed, forehead sweaty, lipstick smeared and... why was Nanami so irritated by the sight?

"What..." He starts, trying to find the words. "What is the matter with you?"

You gawk. "Nothing."

"Nothing." Nanami scoffs, hands pressed to his hips. "How careless could you possibly be? Fucking at a work event? I mean, for fuck's sake Y/n."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Your words are clipped. As if you have any right to catch an attitude with him right now.

"Sorry doesn't change the fact that you..." His sentence trails off into a tiny, frustrated growl scratching from the back of his tongue. The man takes his nose bridge between his thumb and forefinger. "The door was unlocked. Anyone could've walked in and saw you like that!" Exposed. Bare. Vulnerable.

"I don't know what else you want to hear other than sorry." Nanami doesn't miss the microscopic vocal crack in the word sorry. You hug yourself tight, forearms crossed over your chest. Your shoulders stutter, and your lips are sucked between your teeth to hide the wobble in them. "I'm... sorry."

You dress strap hangs off your shoulder. Nanami can't peel his gaze away from the strip of fabric. He takes a slow step in, gauging your reaction to it. You don't show any signs of discomfort, so he advances closer. The red strap is dainty against his rough fingers, so he cautions himself to be extra gentle when slipping it back up into place.

"Thanks," you sniffle.

He shushes you. Nanami isn't done yet, far from it. You still look disheveled and sad and weepy and he can't fucking stomach it for some ungodly reason. So he gets to work, first wetting a paper towel in the bathroom sink—the same one you'd been getting groped on a mere few minutes prior—and gingerly swipes away the smeared makeup from your kiss-swollen lips. Then, he's taking it upon himself to straighten out your hair. You let him stroke down your baby hairs without pushback, limply letting him rearrange your appearance as if you were some sort of life sized doll.

Nanami steps back to admire his work. The evidence of foreplay was nearly gone, save for the dreadful state of your stockings and those ugly teeth-shaped indents down the side of your neck. “Take those stockings off before you leave the bathroom,” he utters. “They look…” Slutty is the word that comes to mind first, but he’d never say it aloud. So he leaves it at that.

You’re looking at him with an unreadable expression. If anything, Nanami discerns a little concern in the way your brows turn upwards. “Are you going to tell anyone about this?”

He wants to oh so bad. To be the lame tattletale and snitch to Mr. Gakuganji because fraternization is wrong, and fraternization in the workplace is double wrong. “I should report you,” there’s a pregnant pause, “but I won’t.”

Why? He asks himself.

You seemed to have read his thoughts. “Why?”

Nanami doesn’t have an answer to that. Where is this slice of mercy coming from? All he knows for certain is that staring at the trembling woman in front of him any longer will have him blow a fuse. “Go home, Y/n.” It’s the last thing he offers before turning on his heel and walking back out into the Christmas function, swallowing down each and every confusing feeling swirling around his brain.

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[penny00dreadful]

So does anyone remember that post that was like "Robin and Eddie meet when she does that thing that's like 'hello, please pretend you know me so I can get away from this person' then Steddie happens?" Because I do. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows the post I'm talking about please let me know so I can link it, this is very much not my idea, it's that persons idea but the brain worms got me so here we are. 🤷‍♀️

We found it! It's this post by @wynnyfryd Thank you Anon! Obviously I went in a different direction with it but this post was 100% my inspiration so thank you for helping me find it!

AO3 link for those asking! 🖤

Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared.

That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. It could be something completely innocent, the guy might be coincidentally going in the same direction as her but she wasn’t willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if it meant keeping herself alive.

The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as she was followed through the dark and empty streets of the city, hoping, praying for some kind of shop or restaurant or something to make an appearance so she could hide inside but apparently Robin was able to find the one street in this city where everything was either closed for the night or boarded up.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and the beginnings of tears were starting to sting her eyes and all she could think of was how sick with worry Steve was going to be in the morning when he woke up to no missed calls, no missed texts and no Robin. She’d scoffed at him hours earlier when he’d offered to go to the ‘work thing’ with her but she'd told him she was a big girl and she could look after herself and not to be such a worrywart mom.

And now she had no idea where her phone had gone, if she'd left it behind or dropped it somewhere, no idea where she was and no idea of what she was going to do.

If she’d been a bit more present in her head she probably would have noticed the loud, braying, male laughter coming from just ahead of her and crossed the street to avoid them before it was obvious she was avoiding them. But as it was she could barely see straight through her tears and panicked tunnel vision while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on the slowly encroaching guy behind her. She was practically already in the group’s space and one of them had definitely already seen her though he didn’t pay her any attention.

But even through her blurred vision and panic, she finally registered what exactly she was looking at. Four men standing around the entrance to what looked like the diviest of empty dive bars, chain smoking and being as loud as humanly possible, but that’s not what caught her eye.

Long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos, subculture. If Robin had to choose a group of men to approach, any kind of subculture would be the best option. They knew what it was like to be other. There was no guarantee these guys were safe, but they were probably safer than a group of frat boys.

The next thing that caught her eye that nearly made her cry in relief as she got closer were the patches and pins.

A rainbow ‘A’ against a black and white striped background pinned on one guys collar, a yellow-white-purple-black patch on another's arm, a pink-yellow-blue patch over the third guys heart and a progress pride flag pinned to the largest guys pocket.

Her people.

Without a second's hesitation she made a bee-line for them, planting herself firmly next to yellow-white-purple-black patch person who had a mess of thick light brown curls that reminded her of Steve’s hair. They fell painfully silent at her arrival.

The four of them blinked down at her, with her tearfilled eyes and wild aura of panic around her they were probably, understandably freaked out.

“Hi guys!” She called out to them, probably a little too loud, hoping her voice carried back to the fucker following her, tensing as she could actually hear his footsteps approaching now.

The guy with the longest hair and the pink-yellow-blue patch standing directly in front of her glanced quickly over her shoulder before returning his gaze to her. His face split into a wide warm grin, tapping her shoulder lightly.

“Hey girlie. We thought you weren’t coming, we’ve been waiting.”

The footsteps behind her audibly slowed down. Robin laughed, a little maniacally, keeping her frantic gaze on him, not daring to turn around. “Yeah, I uh- g- got sidetracked.”

“Eddie, what-”

Pink-yellow-blue patch guy, Eddie she supposed, slapped ‘A’ patch guy lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand, shutting him up as her pursuer passed them by, giving the group a wide berth.

“Hey, no worries. You’re here now, right?”

Pride patch guy kept his eyes on the guy who’d been following her the whole time, only looking away when he eventually turned the corner, disappearing into the night.

Robin immediately felt her posture slacken now that he was finally gone, the full weight of everything coming down on her. Her tears began to spill over and her whole body shook as hysterical sobs started to pour out of her body.

“I’m sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I left my phone behind and I don’t know where I am. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I got lost trying to get away and- and-”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Yellow-white-purple-black patch person squeezed her shoulder lightly, keeping their distance. “You’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“We can call someone for you, if you want?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms tight like he was trying not to reach out to her, probably worried it would freak her out more. “Boyfriend or girlfriend-”

“Or romantic partner.” The person with their hand on her shoulder interjected lightly.

“Alright Baron from the Baronies.” Eddie snorted. “But fair point, Gareth. Romantic partner or friend or whatever?”

“Um,” Robin’s voice was still shaking. “I don’t… I’ve never been good at memorising numbers…”

“Me too, terrible at them.” Eddie smiled again, pulling his phone from his pocket. Robin’s fear and panic was almost entirely gone now even though she was still hiccuping and sniffling underneath their concerned gazes. They were all firmly keeping their distance, keeping any touches short and fleeting, not moving too suddenly, trying their best to make sure she knew they weren’t a threat and it was really helping her to start feeling safe again. “But we could try to find them online? Instagram or something?”

“Yeah. Yeah we could try that.” She wiped her eyes roughly against her sleeve as she shuffled over to Eddie’s side. “My best friend, Steve, he uh- he’s probably asleep and I don’t think you can call him if you don’t have him added…”

“You can send him a message.” Eddie replied easily, handing his phone over. “And if he doesn’t wake up, we’ll try something else.” 

“Don’t worry we’ll get you home.” ‘A’ patch guy smiled down at her while pride patch guy nodded along.

Robin sniffed again. “Thanks.” She was able to conjure up a small watery smile as she opened the app and found Steve’s profile, shooting off a quick message begging him not to freak out and explaining the situation as concisely as she could.

“Here.” She handed Eddie back his phone who glanced down at it for just a second before his eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through Steve’s profile.

“Oh shit. This is your friend?”

Robin nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“He’s… he’s really pretty.”

That managed to pull a startled laugh from her. “Oh god, don’t tell him that, you’ll give him a big head.”

“Let me see?” Gareth asked, whistling low when Eddie turned his phone around showing a photo of Steve and Robin at their last pride parade cheering with the crowd, Steve with the pink-purple-blue of the bi flag smeared across each cheek and Robin with the pinks, oranges and white of the lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. “He is really pretty.”

Eddie snatched the phone back, cradling it to his chest. “Fuck off, Gare. I saw him first.”

Robin smiled again. “Any response from him?”

“Hm?” Eddie asked distractedly, scrolling through Steve’s photos before pride flag guy punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Wh- oh, sorry!” Eddie frantically scrolled back up before clicking into his messages again and shaking his head. “Nothing yet.” He held the phone out to show her.

“Okay.”

“What’s your address? If he doesn’t respond, we'll find a way to get you there.”

“Uh…” Robin was drawing a complete blank, only able to remember her parents home address hundreds of miles away.

“Or tell us something nearby.” Eddie added, not missing a beat, clearly picking up on Robin’s lack of an answer. “What’s on your street?”

“Um,” she closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her head, “there’s a couple of Chinese take outs, Asian food store, paint store… there’s… I think it’s a tattoo parlour? There’s designs painted on the window, a tower on either side. I think they’re from Lord of the Rings?”

“Inklings? Is that the place?”

Robin opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning at her conspiratorially. “That’s it. You know it?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I work there?”

“No way.”

“Way.”

Hope was starting to grow feathers inside Robin’s chest. She could go home, she didn’t have to stay out all night waiting for Steve to wake up and never let her out of his sight again, she could hug her best friend and drink coffee out of her favourite mug and curse at their finicky fridge and steal his hair products again. She could go home.

“Is it far?”

“Nah, only a few streets away. Ten minute walk, tops.”

“D’you- I mean… do you think you could-” Could she really ask them to walk her home after they’d already done so much for her? Would she be asking too much? Could she be putting herself in more danger?

“I can take you there if you want? Let you get back to your… Steve.” There was a slight blush dusting over Eddie’s cheeks. Maybe he did have an ulterior motive, but it wasn’t an ulterior motive involving her. If she wasn’t so wrung out and aching to crawl into her own bed she’d be thinking up teasing material to lambaste Steve with. But as it was, she was desperate to get home.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, bright and easy. “It would just be me and you though,” he held his hands up in surrender, “and you can totally say no, like if you're uncomfortable or whatever. Gareth is Grant and Jeff’s ride home and you’re still on the clock, right?” He turned to Gareth towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, but I get off shift in about an hour so could come in if you wanted, wait around in the back room until then if you wanna go as a group?” They answered. 

“I think… I think I just want to get home.”

“Okay, cool. No worries I’ll get you there safe and sound. Here,” Eddie pulled his phone out again, “I’m gonna message Steve to let him know we’re on the way in case he wakes up,” he showed her the short message only sending it off when she gave a nod, “and I’ll get you to navigate just so we don’t get lost.” 

He handed his phone to her with the maps app open, directing them towards Inklings tattoo parlour. He was playing it off like an easy joke, instead of another way to assure her she was safe. He was making sure she knew exactly where he was taking her at all times, he was making sure she had the ability to call the police or whatever if he turned on her, he was making sure she knew he didn’t need or want her address if she didn’t want to give it. 

This fucking guy.

He definitely wouldn’t be the worst choice Steve had ever made if it did go that way.

“I don’t know how to thank all of you, seriously. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t run into you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Grant smiled at her before hesitating. “Uh, I just realised we don’t have your name.”

“Oh!” She laughed at herself, feeling lighter. “I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Robin.” Grant held his hand out, shaking hers once she took it.

“Likewise.”

“And don’t worry about thanking us, just pay it forward, yeah?” Jeff said.

“Plus.” Gareth took on a nonchalant tone even though they had a smirk plastered over their face. “We’ll see you again at Steve and Eddie’s wedding.”

“Shut up!” Eddie scowled but didn’t hold onto it for long in the wake of Robin’s giggles.

She sighed once the giggles subsided, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “I look forward to it.” She raised her hand in salute as the three of them headed back inside, turning to Eddie as he held his elbow out.

“Shall we?”

Robin tried to suppress her smile but took Eddie’s arm anyway. They only made it down one street and around one corner, Robin clutching tight to Eddie’s phone before he finally asked.

"So."

"So."

"Best friend Steve." Eddie twirled his rings around his fingers. "Is he…"

“He’s single.” She answered lightly. “But you might be arriving into his life at the wrong time. He’s recently sworn off men.”

“Well we’ve all sworn off men once or twice. Men are terrible.”

“Agreed.”

“Is it because of a bad ex?”

Robin threw her head back with a groan remembering the giant breakdown that had finally finally ended it. “Tommy was the worst. He’s the reason we even moved out here, there’s nowhere to get away from an ex in a small town, you know? They’re everywhere. I’m not going to go into what happened, it’s not my business to say but it was bad.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes down on the ground, running through everything in his head.

Robin could see the tattoo parlour up ahead, the glorious sight of their apartment building just a few buildings away.

“Do you think… with time… he could open himself up to men again?”

Eddie had such a tentative hope in his eyes, it was adorable really. Looking over him, she thought about the type of people Steve would constantly thirst over, blip in the matrix Tommy Hagan notwithstanding.

Lithe bodies with full lips and giant eyes, hair he could run his fingers through and something unusual about them. Something odd.

He’d never explicitly gone for someone so heavily into a subculture before but he’d never turned them down either. And based on Eddie’s job at the tattoo parlour and the way he was dressed, he almost definitely had some ink on him. That alone would be enough to make Steve swoon.

“I think he might. Will you walk me up?” Robin asked, holding the door to the building open, offering Eddie the same kindness under the guise of doing a favour that he had offered her so many times tonight.

“Yeah, sure.”

They’d managed to make it up to the third floor, walking down her hallway before Eddie’s phone started to ping incessantly.

She turned the phone over in her hand, looking at the screen. “He’s awake.”

Robin, where are you?

Are you okay?

I’m on the way.

Please be okay.

Their apartment door was flung open just as they reached it. Steve was standing there panting and terrified, his hair a mess, his glasses askew, his jacket and shoes thrown haphazardly over his pyjamas.

“Robbie.”

Steve slammed into her, holding her tight before immediately letting go to inspect her face and running his hands over her body, checking to see if anything was wrong.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? What do you need?”

“Steve.” Robin caught his fluttering hands in hers and squeezed, nearly crying out in relief just to have him with her again. “I’m okay. Eddie and his friends helped me.”

“Eddie-” Steve looked to the side, noticing her saviour for the first time. “You’re Eddie.”

“I’m Eddie.” Eddie gave him a short little wave and a dazzling smile that quickly dropped in shock as Steve pulled him into a crushing hug, his blush returning with full force.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve-” Steve took a big breath in and loosened his arms from around Eddie’s shoulders. Robin saw his eyes slowly trail over his face before very briefly flicking down to the pink-yellow-blue patch then back up. “Come inside, the two of you. Can I get you anything? Tea? Decaf coffee? A glass of water? Like, literally anything to say thank you.” He asked, ushering the two of them into the apartment.

Steve caught Robin’s eye behind Eddie’s back and mouthed ‘oh my god he’s fucking gorgeous!’

Robin snorted and thought to herself ‘sworn off men, my ass.’

[astralnymphh]

i can so vividly see a music listening session taking place in jackson!ellie's garage–bedroom–thangg on her bedddd lying flat and gazing blankly at the ceilanggggg and like— she's got one headphone in, you the connecting one, and it'll just autoplay a cassette you brought n stuck in her chunky built walkman, and a certain song will play that you aren't all that into, least favored of the album— but her raspy voice sounds heavy in your free ear, "this songs' pretty good babe, like you got some fuckin' good taste." casually, and you reply monotone, "eh, ts' not really my favorite—", ellie instantly clears up, "yeah, it's not thaat great— like the, um— strings sound a bit awkward and the beat it's— yeah ll' just stop talkin'." being so fucking awkward about it, but you adore that weird part of her— and the fact she dropped her opinion dead like a fly for you. one, a.k.a you, can only imagine the jerk of her messy brows on each word spoken, and how flickery her pupils must be doing that silly little scratchy scratch beneath the rise of her bottom eyelid, n' a small shake of her head, cursing herself a, "fuckin' idiot." so so silently. goddess, i loave her. ♡

this is such an after–sex moment too like ellie going from dumb–in–love confessing how fucking deep you've plowed your way into her heart and changed the way her thoughts function for the better n' how she's gonna slip a gem of joy upon your finger one day with her groin pounding pussy 2 pussy— to being a fucking dork. oh yeah, n' i can totally visualize her worming back over cherry pout puckered to snog your mouth the moment a song about kissing comes on, "come onn, perfect song don't leave me hanginggg." so faeking corny bru

(img from grifynt on pinterest)

[maxlarens]

hello jack doohan lovers. pls excuse any weird characterisation etc, i’ve never written jack before and am writing this because @coff33andb00ks gave me brain worms about this idea for jack x oscar’s childhood bsf!reader:

Oscar’s your friend. Your oldest friend in fact.

Which is to say you’re proud of him and his big boy job as a Formula One driver. And, of course, you’re endlessly grateful for the opportunity to follow him around the world in return for your services as his social media lackey. It’s a job you enjoy even. Which is not to say that you’ve got any kind of ulterior motive to show up on race weekends—

Nope. None at all!

It’s certainly got nothing at all to do with the fellow Australian Flynn Rider-lookalike that hangs around Alpine hospitality. Nothing whatsoever.

Jack Doohan isn’t even on your radar. And you certainly don’t keep an eye out for a flash of warm brown hair or that Roman nose of his. The familiar Australian accent in a crowd, grey-blue eyes shining in the sun, the tooth that often catches on his bottom lip—

No. You don’t pay attention to Jack Doohan at all.

Well, at least not as far as Oscar is concerned.

Cootie-ridden, annoying, pain-in-your-arse, Oscar.

Who as far as you know, thinks you’re still seven years old and pushing him into the sandpit in your parent’s backyard. Who honestly thinks all boys look at you and still see the little girl with pigtail braids who used to play race-cars with him. Which, well, is the same way you look at Oscar and see the kid who used to pick his boogers and spend hours reading his favourite racing magazine to you when you just wanted to play Barbies.

So whatever, you’re even—

You think his girlfriend is crazy for being in love with him and he doesn’t think Jack Doohan has a crush on you.

Oh yeah: you think Jack Doohan has a crush on you. Or you might have a crush on Jack Doohan, who’s to say?

It’s really not some baseless accusation you’re spouting with no evidence. Again, Oscar just thinks you still have cooties. And, okay, y’know what, see for yourself—

You swear this time you’re only outside Alpine hospitality on accident. Oscar and Lando are wrapped up in some McLaren PR thing and you’re filming B-roll of the paddock to use in a reel you’re thinking about making. Ending up by Alpine was a total mistake.

Not that it bothers you much when the object of your affection turns up regardless.

You hear the scuff of shoes against gravel and feel a presence hovering at your back before you know it’s him. Somehow, you know it’s him anyway. As if you’re linked by some cosmic thread. As if you’re attuned to his very aura… Not that you believe in that stuff. But it is weird. The way you know him without sight.

You feel his hair tickle your cheek as he leans over your shoulder, all up in your space.

You don’t mind.

“Hard at work, huh?” he teases into your ear, his breathy laugh making you suppress a shiver.

“Mm hm,” you answer, tight lipped, trying to keep the camera stabilised despite yourself, “Doin’ my job.”

He moves away and you finally hit the button to stop recording. You spin around to face him, trying not to let a full-blown grin appear on your face. He’s doing something similar, half-grin, that snaggletooth you like so much on display. Eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Was that a jab at me?”, he raises his eyebrows (can’t raise just one, you’ve discovered).

You make a face, shake your head, “No, I would never,” you tell him in an exaggerated tone that says you’re taking the piss.

He scoffs, points a finger at you, “I’ll have you know that I was on the sim until three in the morning.”

You laugh this time, loud, tucking your phone into your back pocket and trying to resist the urge to lean into him like girls do in the movies. Hand on his shoulder, folding in half, like he’s just said the funniest thing ever. Like he’s not just some guy with brown hair and pretty eyes.

“Yeah, I know, Jack. You don’t let anyone forget it.”

His eyes widen impishly, “People need to know.”

“Sure do,” you smile broadly; meaning it, also taking a bit of a jab at Alpine’s chronic ‘middle-of-the-pack’-ness without being too mean, “Where would Alpine be without you?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “In the gutter, with Williams, probably.”

You both burst suddenly into a fit of laughter. Neither one of you leaning on the other, but close to it. You’re sure it looks suspicious— Oscar Piastri’s known best friend and Alpine’s reserve driver bent over and giggling with each other— but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Being around Jack is intoxicating.

He makes your head spin and your heart race and your chest feel like it’s got some yawning sun inside of it. When you’re with him you always want more. To hear him talk, to watch his expressions shift, to feel him, warm and there and next to you. It’s never enough.

You want you want you want,

He occupies your mind when he’s not around. You think back on your texts. Interactions that the two of you have had. How he looked on a certain day. If you’re being too annoying by replying to his Instagram stories—

It shouldn’t matter. It does anyway. You want him to like you, so desperately that there’s an ache pulsing in the middle of your chest. Right in the centre of your ribs.

Sometimes, you think he wants you to like him too.

You’re drunk on it— him, the laughter— it makes your fingers tingle when you look at him. Not sure if this is the Moment exactly, but feeling something in the air anyway. The way his mouth is parted, the way the corner of it lifts. It’s not the Something, but it is something. Or at least it’s something until,

well, until Oscar—

Oscar who comes barreling over like there’s not palpable electricity between you and Jack right now.

“Hey man,” he says, as you’re watching them dap each other up like Oscar isn’t totally ruining any chance to flirt further with the Alpine reserve driver. You roll your eyes covertly. Huff audibly when Oscar drags you away for PR duties. Send Jack a beaming smile over your shoulder anyway, get one in return that makes you all warm and fuzzy and hopeful.

Oscar side eyes you, “Why do you look all red?”

You raise an eyebrow, hair flicking into your own face as you snap your head to look at him, “Excuse me?”

He gestures at his own face, then points at yours, “Dunno. You’re all red. Did you say something embarrassing to Jack? He probably doesn’t care—”

“Oh my god,” you cut him off, “Are you that blind?”

He frowns, furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

You jut a thumb at Alpine hospitality in the distance, careful to keep your voice low, “You don’t think there was something back there? Like between Jack and I?”

Oscar stares at you for a long moment. Dumbfounded. Utterly confused. So much so that you begin to get annoyed at his silence. What does it say that your boy-best-friend can’t even imagine a guy having a crush on you? Are you really that insane for thinking Jack might?

“You and Jack?” he asks.

“Jack and I,” you repeat, tone clipped.

He’s quiet for another long second. Then he’s shaking his head like it’s the most absurd thing he’s ever heard,

“No,” he’s saying in that way that’s trying to sound like a maybe but betrays his true feelings on the matter.

You scoff indignantly, then shove him hard enough that he stumbles into a wall. He’ll eat his words one day, you know it.

hope u guys enjoyed🥺

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Vash being flustered by compliments, acting like a total loser please? Lots of “Buwuhh?! uhhh I- That’s really kind of you to-” or him spilling his drink, stumbling on nothing and trying to laugh it off, moments would be extremely appreciated. 🙏♥️

Aweeee thanks for this request!

(note I wrote this with Tristamp Vash in mind)

...........

"You know..your laugh is adorable."

In an instant, Vash fell into silence, the tips of his ears turning a pinkish hue as he stared at you from across the table. With a drink in one hand, he shakily set it down--only to clumsily spilling small droplets onto the flat surface.

But he tried to play it cool by propping his elbow over the mess, smiling. "Ahaha..thanks. That's...actually very nice of you to say. Most people think my laughs are "evil", but-"

"Oh that's nonsense." You leaned over a bit, smirking as you could see the nervous sweat beginning to manifest along your partner's hairline. "That's because they don't know what genuine laughter is. One as joyous as yours is so hard to come by these days. You've been through a lot. Endured things that would easily kill a person's spirit. And here you are, still finding ways to laugh and smile and see the good in others."

"Well..I..I think I deserve to do that every once in a while."

"Of course you do. Your smiles are brighter than the damn sun...and your hair, for that matter. But all that kindness and hope? Your emphasis on "love and peace"? That's attractive."

Your wink is what nearly sent the Humanoid Typhoon over the edge, as he squeaked in surprise at your words, before noticing Meryl, Roberto, and Wolfwood at their own table, having a chat about the worms in the sand and sky...only for their gazes to land on him.

Knowing smirks appeared on their faces when they realized what was going on.

You were flustering the hell out of Vash.

It only made his growing blush worsen, and he sheepishly threw his hood over his head to hide it, turning back to you. "Th-They're watching us, you know.." He mumbled.

"So what? Let them watch. They already know how smitten you are over me, anyway." You chuckled and reached a hand out. His advanced prosthetic fingers instinctively reached back, intertwining their coldness with your warmth. "I love your arm, too. It's amazing, perfect...just like you, honey."

"Ah...! Thank you...h-honey. Haha.." At this point, he knew he lost the war..you were just too damn good at this. Pushing away your compliments was useless now, so he resolved to just covering his face with his free hand.

His heart was hammering uncontrollably, and for once in his life..it wasn't due to the adrenaline of fleeing from gun-totting bandits or cyborgs.

It was because of love.

The very thing he hoped to stand for.

Ever since getting together with Vash, and learning how hard he often was on himself..you made it your mission to let him know how much you adored him.

He was afraid you'd be scared off by the bounty on his head, or the fact he had to constantly be on the move...or that a whole town could turn on him at the drop of a hat....or that twin brother of his would find you two.

But you've made it clear time and time again that you weren't leaving his side no matter what, and by god you were sticking to that promise even when he attempted to push you away a few times before.

You'd go anywhere in No Man's Land, unless it wasn't with him.

The moment he realized you're in this for the long run, you helped him let his guard down a little, defending his name and trying to show him common traditions of human couples--or at least..whichever ones you could recreate on this planet.

Even when you weren't around him, people would ask what "horrors" you've faced during your encounters with the "terrifying" Vash the Stampede, imagining you barely escaping with your life while he smiles and laughs at the mass destruction and death that surrounds him..

But what they don't know (and probably never will) is that his smiles and laughs were simply the products of your endless ways of complimenting him...such as right now.

You had this man--who had the power to bring down an empire if he wanted to--stammering over his words, acting incredibly shy, and being unusually giggly. And he's barely touched a drop of liquor since your small group stopped in the bar for refuge from the desert heat.

Some of the patrons wondered how drunk he was to be acting the way he did, while others looked upon you two with fondness, now convinced that love may not be dead just yet.

As long as Vash was here, that will continue to exist, and you'll be there to show him that he's worthy of it, too.

[giuseppe-yuki]

Kimi woth tiger gf, he wants to do something and she doesnt, yeah she will lay down on him, in her tiger form and they are not going anywhere

it's a real handy thing, for sure!

a small blurb below :)

your eyes widen as you hear the words coming out of your boyfriend's mouth.

"five miles is totally fine- yes! okay, we will be there. see you at 6:30!"

snapping your head towards kimi's figure in his bedroom doorway, you question him.

"five miles for what?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

he throws his phone onto the messy side table next to his bed before climbing into bed next to you.

"running!" he states, tucking himself into the soft covers next to you.

immediately, you grasp kimi's arm, and turn him towards you, scaring him a little bit.

"andrea kimi anotonelli, you did not just sign me up for a five mile run at 6:30am," you exclaim, looking at him disbelievingly. you loved kimi to the moon and back, but you found it hard to believe there was any way anyone would voluntarily wake up that early to run.

kimi blinks at you innocently, blanket wrapped around his head snugly with one curl sticking out.

"um..." he starts. "well, my trainer said it's good to get some exercise during an off weekend!"

"well, not at 6:30 freaking am!" you snap back incredulously. "please call whoever that was and tell them that we will not be attending this event."

at the crack of dawn, you hear the familiar buzzing of kimi's alarm. it sounds in your ear like a foghorn, wiping the drowsiness from your eyes. you feel the warmth of kimi’s arms being removed from your midriff, and his slight shuffling as he starts to scoot off the bed.

“kimi…” you rasp, turning towards him. “why are you awake so early?”

“the run, remember?” he says, yawning and running a hand through his mussed up hair.

you groan into your hands. “kimi, i thought i told you to cancel it? i have no energy, and i cannot run even half a mile. come back to bed pleaseeeee!”

kimi grasps your shoulders, looking at you with puppy eyes. “just a teeny tiny run? please? ollie and his girlfriend will be there too! i know how much you like hanging out with them!”

scooting up to sit up against the soft pillows and wooden backboard on kimi’s bed, you shake your head incredulously. “five miles is a teeny run? that’s easy for you to say! you are probably used to the ridiculous training regiments from your trainer! and besides, i’m going out to eat with ollie’s girlfriend tomorrow anyways.”

“but-“ he starts, again trying to persuade you.

having no choice but to use your last resort, you shift into your tiger form and lay on top of kimi, basically squishing his body under your weight.

“hey!” he shouts, flailing his limbs. “this is so not fair!”

you snap your jaw at him, dangerously close to his head, as if saying, we are not going anywhere.

you lay like that for a while, until kimi gives up trying to worm his way out from underneath you. it makes you giggle internally as kimi pouts at you silently, with just his head, one arm, and one leg sticking out from under your thick coat of fur.

when you shift back into your human form an hour later- way after the time slot you were supposed to leave- kimi glares at you.

you smile at his annoyed expression, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“thank you so much for choosing to stay in bed with me, baby! now, can we cuddle?”

[aurumacadicus]

"Miss Widow, I need you to be my partner in crime," Peter said, dropping from the ceiling. He waited for a beat, expecting a rolling of eyes or an exasperated sigh. When he received nothing but a raised eyebrow, he hesitantly asked, "Aren't you going to correct me, or..."

"It's good that you have some fear of me, Peter," Natasha told him simply. "Has the crime already occurred? If you want a body buried, ask Bruce."

"...Hmm," Peter hummed, deciding he wasn't going to unpack all that. "Mr. Hawkeye said that you're the resident matchmaker."

Natasha sat up straighter. "Oh?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Peter thrust his phone at her. "I have video evidence of Captain America being totally gone on Mr. Stark."

"Explain," Natasha said, clipped, even as she opened up his phone.

Peter did not ask how she knew his nine-digit code. Instead, he dutifully recounted, "So Mr. Stark decided we should swap playlists, ostensibly so I could listen to 'good music' but I think he wanted to see what the kids are into. I get some of my songs from TikTok and I think one of them is a bit of an ear-worm for him."

Natasha thumbed open his gallery and went directly to his last video, taking only a moment to turn the volume up. In it, she saw Tony in the common kitchen, fixing himself up a cup of coffee. He was swaying slightly like he did when he was humming. Steve was sipping a protein shake at the table, as if he was not glancing at Tony every other shift back-and-forth.

"I, wish I could synthesize, the picture perfect guy," Tony suddenly mumbled out loud, in that way he did when he had no idea his brain-to-mouth filter had stopped working. "Six, feet tall, and super strong--"

Steve perked up, sitting straight from where he'd been leaning on table.

"--We'd always get along--"

Steve flopped back onto the wood surface and took a morose sip from his protein shake.

Natasha felt her mouth drop open in shock as she watched Tony, oblivious, go back to humming and turn to leave the room. Despite Steve's obvious disappointment, it didn't stop him from tipping in his seat to be able to see Tony's ass properly.

"I'm going to kill him," Natasha decided.

"That's not the crime I wanted to be partners for," Peter cut in.

Natasha lifted her gaze to him, scowling. "He will express his feelings for Tony or die."

"...Hmm, " Peter hummed again. If he remembered correctly, both Sam and Bucky had said that Natasha expressed her affection to the people she cared about with cheesy jokes and threats to their lives. Steve would be fine, probably. "He didn't even sing the best part," he sighed instead.

Natasha slanted another sharp look toward him. "Oh yeah?"

"'He'd pick me up at eight, and not a minute later, 'cause I don't like to wait,'" Peter recited. "'Kind, and ain't afraid to cry, or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like.' Which, like, Captain America would rather bleed out than cry, but he doesn't sound constipated when he tells other people it's okay. Also I wish he would be less punctual," he added mulishly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Aunt May keeps raising her eyebrows at me when he shows up to pick me up for training and I'm not ready."

Natasha bit back the urge to howl in rage. Of course Tony would get a song basically about Steve stuck in his head and not notice. Of course he wouldn't notice Steve panting after him like a dog. They were both stupid. That's why she was there, though, she supposed. "I will do the actual crimes," she told Peter firmly. "And you will keep your mouth shut."

"There will be actual crime!?" Peter yelped.

Natasha ignored him, instead returning to his phone and scrolling for more blackmail on Steve. He was the weakest link in this chain of idiocy. "Keep that up, Mr. Man."

"Oh boy," Peter sighed, shoulders sagging. There was some regret in his tone.

Good. It would solidify that modicum of fear he should keep about her.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

helo helloooo ☺️ this is my first request ever lol so sorry if I come off as idk weird or straight forward ig But can I request a nanami or sakuna ((jjk)) with the themes being bdsm/toy use?? ((Totally didn't take me forever to muster up the courage to type this out lmfao))

🌕 ((sorry I feel awkward not leaving sum u can ignore it if you'd like))

Ah welcome, patron! I’m honored that I can be your first time, so to speak~

Nothing you say could ever be deemed weird here, as this is a safe place to open up and indulge yourself in heated sin.

I do hope this request is to your liking, and I hope to see you in the House again soon.

Take care~

Title: Under the King's Control

Characters: Dom!Sukuna x sub!m!reader

Contains: BDSM, toy usage(cock ring, anal plug), orgasm control, vocal control, degradation, rough sex, bondage

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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You were unsure of how long he was toying with you, but you honestly couldn't complain.

You were bound to a low legged table, arms tied up above your head, and your legs bound at the ankles to two of the legs on the table, spreading your legs and exposing your toy stuffed ass in this mating press position. You cock weeped with precum, though nothing else would exit due to the ring he had placed on you soon after the session started.

You were a whimpering mess, eyes hazed with lust as you wiggled your ass with what room you could muster. You were aching for more than the stretching of the plug that was stuffed in you. You were internally begging for your master you fill you with his cock, but he had commanded you to be silent as he watched from above.

"You're being very well behaved, brat..." Sukuna's voice was deep, startling you with a small gasp. "I'm impressed. I had assumed you would have broken by now."

You didn't speak. You were only allowed to answer his questions, not respond to general sentences.

Sukuna stepped over, tapping the end of the plug that was buried deep inside of your ass. Your legs twitched, and soft, shaky gasps left you. He tugged on it, the toy pulling and pressing against the tight rings of your hole, yet you remained silent, your quivering legs being the only response.

"Good...such a good toy you are~" He kept pulling until your rings expanded, the plug now pulled out only for him to press it deep back inside. Your eyes widened as you writhed against the sudden insertion, roughly biting your lip to silence anything that tried to sound from you. "It's almost ready~ Or...should I just stuff you right away, and spread you further myself?"

God you thought he'd never ask. You answered happily, practically cock drunk. "S-Stuff me, Master! Please, I beg of you! S-Stuff me...f-fill me! I need it!"

Sukuna chuckled at your desperation, tugging at the toy once more until it slid out of you. You wouldn't have to wait long for him, as he was already positioning himself over your stretched hole.

"I want to hear you scream, worm. I want to hear who's making you feel good as your pathetic ass is pounded, understand?"

You nodded eagerly. "Y-Yes, Lord Sukuna!"

Without another word, Sukuna entered you, and you were finally allowed to let out all the pleased sounds you were holding back, eyes rolling back into your skull from the sudden bliss. He didn't hold back either, slamming into you with such fervor that your vision nearly turned white.

"M-Master Sukuna~!"

You knew your throat would be hoarse after this, but you didn't care. The stretch of your ass with his cock was nothing compared to the plug. Sukuna was much bigger than the toy, and it left you a fucked out mess. Your voice echoed off the walls, screams of bliss sounding like music to Sukuna's ears as you babbled out his name and title. He held onto in such a way that allowed him to fuck into you deeply, leaving a small bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.

"M-Mas...ster Su-Sukuna...P-Please...cum...Wanna c-cum!" Your thoughts were practically fucked out of you that you almost couldn't form proper sentences.

Sukuna grabbed your throbbing cock, an evil grin on his face. "Y-You wanna cum, huh?" His own voice was breathless but still full of energy as he began jerking you off with the ring stll on, forcing you to let out a scream.

"L-Lord Su...ukuna! Th-The ring! Please! T-Take it off!"

He didn't respond. Instead he kept his actions, rapidly stroking your cock as he filled your ass with himself, more than pleased with himself in how he's making you beg and whine.

Though you would soon be blessed, as after what felt like forever, Sukuna suddenly stopped, gracing you sweet release as he removed the ring, strings of cum shooting out almost immediately paired with your erotic screams. Sukuna slowed his movements but kept a very slow movement to keep you stimulated, which only left you softly whimpering.

He gazed down at your spent form, chuckling darkly. "Let's make you do that again~"

[cookierunauprompts]

Okay, okay hear me out.

This is an idea me and onesies thought of..

So you can go where ever direction you want with this prompt

But I give you

Shadow milk with hypnotism

Anon how does it feel to have the biggest brain I've ever seen?/pos

Requested Prompts #3 - 💓

You had gotten separated from your friends when the beast had escaped, the blast of energy knocking you a decent way out of the fairy kingdom and into Beast Yeast... Thank God that White Lily Cookie had managed to seal up the rift before the other four could get out beforehand. One gigantic cookie to fight against was enough after all. It was rather unfortunate that you got blasted into a rather dark part of the forest, you felt like there were eyes watching your every single movement. You wandered around, a chill seeping into your dough as you remembered Shadow Milk Cookie's words before you all got blasted away... " Ready or not, here I come! Ehe he he ha ha hah~!" Was this all like a game to the giant beast? The thought terrified you, you should hide, and quick. So you looked around for a hiding place, any kind would be good so long as it was a good one. Was it just you, or could you hear his laughter echoing through the trees? it was totally just you, right? Apparently the universe loves to prove you wrong, seeing as two giant cookie hands slam down onto the ground at both your sides as a humongous shadow is cast over you. " Peek-a-boo~ I see you~!" You could hear Shadow Milk Cookie almost mockingly coo as you turned around and fell on your backside out of fear. How'd he find you so quickly?! " Oh my dear, there's no need to be scared!" He chuckled, scooping you up in one giant hand. If there was a chance you could escape unscathed before, then it was certainly gone by now. " After all, you've got me here!" " Wh-what do you want from me?!" You stammer out, voice catching in your throat one he stared down at you with those absolutely humongous heterochromatic blue eyes of his. You felt like a new piece of candy in a candy store being examined by at kid to determine if it's worth eating or not. The overgrown jester sighed, putting a hand to his head in an exasperated manner. " Oh, woe is me! The rare moment I find kindness in my heart to bestow upon another cookie, they be ever so rude about it!" He dramatically sulked, you almost felt bad for the guy... almost. " But! Such a small little treat like you shouldn't be wandering the forests of Beast-Yeast alone! No no no no no! That wouldn't do at all!" He proclaimed, suddenly a lot more cheerful that it almost gave your emotional whiplash. With his other hand, he tilted your head up so you'd be staring right into his vibrant gaze. Was it just you, or were his eyes swirling? " So just trust in me alone, and I'll get you somewhere safe~" You can feel something worming it's way into your head. Why shouldn't you trust Shadow Milk Cookie? Maybe he's just a huge softie under all that malice and mischief. No, no, he definitely tried to crumble your friends earlier. But he's so strong, and you're just a weak little cookie who can barely fight off the monsters of Beast-Yeast on their own- Wait. " Gah! No! Get out.... of my head!" You squirmed away from his grasp, shutting your eyes as you buried your face into his hand. You refused to be mind controlled by this... this giant clown! You could hear him laughing again, a sound that haunted your ears as you felt him tenderly stroke your back in a way that made your shiver. " Eheh he heh~ It's really cute when you try to resist," He purred, flipping you onto your back with a simple maneuver. Then, to your absolute shock, he lent down and kissed your forehead...? " I like you, Reader Cookie!" He chirped. What.... what even was that?! He kissed you!? That- what- That's certainly not a normal thing to happen! Your guard had been lowered into the ground and buried, allowing Shadow Milk Cookie to worm his way into your mind without any issues whatsoever. Your vision felt hazy, what were you doing again? Oh, right, staring into Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes... They really were pretty eyes, so many pretty shades of blue swirling around in them. But before that? ... Does it really matter? Shadow Milk laughed from above, his voice echoing all around the forest.

" There we go~! That wasn't so hard now, wasn't it Little Star?" He cooed, stroking your face gently with his hand. It was an almost tender motion, you weren't really sure what to make of it. " Now, why don't we go and find your friends? I'm sure that they're dying to reunite with you!" You slowly nodded, right, your friends… Your friends? You… don't quite remember their faces, but it'll come to you eventually… you hope. " Eheh he he he he~! One down, five to go~" Shadow milk cackled to himself as he began walking through the forests of Beast-Yeast with you in hand.

[mayasaurusss]

hiii queen!!!! how about some lazy morning with adult lottie where she has a lot of things to do but reader forces her to stay 🫠🫠🫠

Sure queen! Ah, finally a domestic request! I did this pretty quickly so it's not very long... I hope that's okay!

Lazy morning.

Contents: fluff, suggestive at the end.

Lottie felt the sun warm her naked chest, gently waking her up from her short slumber. The night hadn't been kind with Lottie: plagued by nightmares and voices inside her head, she hadn't slept much. The only time her eyelids closed were towards the end of the night.

Now, the sun was already showing, it's white glow contrasting with the pale light blue sky.

Lottie could feel the beginning of a headache slithering it's way into her brain like a worm. Her eye bags felt heavier than usual and she was short tempered. Why did she had to wake up at all? Couldn't she take just one day off?

With a groan, Lottie begun to stir. She felt a tug at her hips. You were naked as her, clinging onto her like a koala. Lottie couldn't help but find it cute, but she had things to do today.

She mentally went over her duties: welcoming the new arrivals, participating in a group therapy session, attending at the beehive...

Natalie always liked to joke about Lottie doing nothing during her teenage years and begin maintained by her parents money, but that didn't apply here. Lottie was a hard worker. For the first years the compound was active, she had worked her ass day and night to make sure it could continue to exist.

But that was years ago, when she was 30. Now, in her fourties, her mind and body weren't the same of once. Everyday at the compound felt more and more like a chore.

She was tired and so in need of the company and love that she had been deprived of.

It was a total accident when she met you. One of the initiates who had to sell the honey that day was known to behave badly and to be short tempered, so, she had made an excuse to go to the market as well. There, you had come to her stand. Lottie could feel, see in you an inner torment that she wanted to get rid of. So, she had invited you to join her. What she didn't expect was for her to fall in love with you: the way you held the bees -without fear-, how gentle you were with humans and nature made her feel fuzzy. She didn't even planned to do it, really.

The first time she had kissed you was after a therapy group night, where you had let all your emotions out and voiced your traumas. You were vulnerable and mournful when you exited the compound's building, heading to a cabin Lottie had assigned you in. She was clever enough to assign you to a cabin near hers, so she had more chances to trap you in her small talk.

That night, you had gone back with your head down, both in shame and sadness. Lottie had trailed behind you and as you approached your cabin, she had called out to you. When you had followed her inside her own house, she had let you weep in her shoulder. It was you who initiated the kiss, you who pushed yourself in her. It was her who took you to the bedroom, her who so gently woke you up and kissed you.

Years have passed since that night and everybody at the compound knew that you were made for one another, even if you hadn't still made your relationship known publicly.

"My dear... I have to go" Lottie whispered in your ear, stroking the skin of your shoulder. You let out a sleepy groan, looking up at her before clinging harder "Mhmmm, no".

"Please dear, I have to... " tugging against your arms proved to be a difficult task since you had hugged her hips so tight she couldn't move too much.

"No! Come on... Stay here" you whined at Lottie, making her slightly annoyed at you, but getting angry wouldn't resolve anything. "You don't need to always be at the compound. Would it kill to stay home just one day? You've been so stressed this days...".

Lottie knows you're right. But she's needs to go... doesn't she?

Lottie watches your naked figure sprawled on the bed. Puppy eyes piercing through her heart and spreading a hot, fuzzy feeling all throughout her body. A lazy morning wouldn't hurt...besides, she needs a day off.

You let out a happy giggle when she gets up and goes to phone her assistants. Lottie hears a flirtatious whistle from you, admiring her butt naked figure from the bed. She let's out a snort "Oh shut up".

You wait for a few minutes, hearing her voice from the other room and hoping that she would grant you what you so desperately need: a lazy lovers morning.

She comes back with a smile, then you are embraced by her hug. She falls back on the expensive, soft sheets, pulling you up with her and down her lap.

She whispers up at you, sending shivers down your spine, "Now, since you're so worried about me stressing over, I expect you to help me, my love".

[dollwrites]

That draken piss kink post you reblogged is making me act up rn ngl. So I need to know, what's your thoughts on Griffith with a piss kink? Do you think he would be more subtle with it like having you clean his dick off with your mouth after he pissed? Or do you think he would like the power of just completely pissing all over you whenever he wanted? I'm kinda torn between the two, part of me thinks Griffith would think it's too messy and would only do it in the shower tbh

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!princess!reader, dub con and some noncon, piss kink, omorashi, golden showers, humiliation, public play, oral sex ( m!receiving ), scent marking, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN however… consider the fact that he’s power hungry and possessive, he would love to see you covered in it as his way of claiming you. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

he controls your bladder. “You just look so cute,” Griffith purrs into your hair, “dancing around on your tippy toes, I bet your little knees are push inward, yes? Trying not to wet yourself right here?” it would be most inappropriate for a mercenary ( even once that had been recently knighted ) to be as close as he was, had there been any wandering eyes, so he’d pulled you away from the center of the ballroom after your dance and hid away in a darkened corner with you. luckily, the sheer size of the skirt of your gown was enough to mostly conceal him behind you. his hand, skilled and svelte, with calloused fingertips from brandishing a sword for many years, weaves beneath the chiffon of your skirt and worms his digits between your thighs, even as you clench them tight. “Poor, little Princess. Did they not allow you a moment to relieve yourself before they cinched your corset and escorted you to the gala?”

with a sheepish sound, and your own hand struggling to find his beneath the sea of pastel fabric, you shake your head, whispering desperately, “Sir— Sir Griffith..! That is…”

“What?” he teases, pushing his fingers against your netherlips, the tips of them prodding to scrape at your sex, “Is Her Royal Highness humiliated? Uncomfortable?”

“D—don’t… touch…” you beg, finally grasping his slim wrist in your weak grasp, but it doesn’t stop his teasing. his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls your body back against him, pushing against your lower abdomen through your thick, boned corset. “I… have to…”

“I know,” he croons into your ear, his open mouth dragging over it. his fingers inch upwards to tease your button to swell, before he pinches it, and you squeak and squirm, “you must be struggling, hm? the pressure getting hard to ignore? Does it hurt, sweet princess?”

with a flustered pout, you nod. your gloved hand tries to dig into his wrist, and your eyes close tight.

“Does it? Wouldn’t you feel better if you went?”

his fingertips press harder against your stomach, and your back arches when the other hand cups your trembling sex. your eyes widen, cheeks heating up with a furious, hot blush at his suggestion, “S—Sir? Right.. here?!” you gasp, incredulous at him, “I couldn’t possibly— ah!”

Griffith’s fingers rub your clit in rough circles as he pushes your abdomen inwards, applying enough pressure from every angle that you start to feel your control slipping. “Go on,” he urges in a soft, reassuring sigh against your neck, “no one will see you. I would gouge out their eyes if they saw your piss running down your legs, but your skirt is shielding you, this.. my shameful, dirty princess, is only for me to witness. Relieve yourself for me. Let me feel it.”

he doesn’t mind if you go during sex. his thrusts are much too calculated. the shape of his cock too perfect to pummel your hyper-sensitive g-spot when he ‘s pushed your legs up. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet flopping helplessly as he fucks you like you’re the only girl in the entirety of Midland that he would have. a man possessed when he’s inside, he won’t slow down, he won’t stop, even when you gasp and reach down to your core. “L-Lord Griffith—! I have to… I have to go…”

your features, albeit twisted in pleasure, are shy and innocent, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and ease him off of you, but he doesn’t budge. if anything, his muscles tighten under your fingertips, and he hunkers lower.

“G—Griff—!”

“Shh,” he croons, smothering your mouth with his own, pounding into you hard and fast, jostling you about the bed beneath him. “Go if you have to.” his hair is sticky and damp from sweat, bangs tickling your hot cheeks as he grunts, “Your cunt is much too warm, much too tight, to pull out of even for a moment, for something so trivial as a bathroom break.”

you mewl into his mouth, finding your breath sparse as he seems to suck it directly from your lungs, drilling himself into you, bending your body in half to lay his way against your legs. “I—it’s messy…” are the only words you can choke out as he pins you there. you can hear the bed frame scrape against the floor to the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, and you can feel him jab into your guts, putting too much pressure on your stomach, too much on your bladder.

“The sheets will be drenched with sweat by the time I’m satiated anyways, little princess.” he assures you with a raspy chuckle as he shifts, changing the angle of penetration to batter your cervix, force you to lose control, “If you’re too shy, then I suppose you will simply have to hold it. But I, however, will not make that an easy feat.”

he has you clean him. the first time you spent the night in the Band of the Hawk’s camp, you were much too nervous to allow Griffith to leave you, even for a moment. you’d never been surrounded by so many men before, especially not cold blooded killers, so you even toddle out behind his tent with him when he says he has to relieve himself. at first, your hands clamp themselves over your eyes, and you can hear his stream, spattering the leafy bushes at the forest’s edge. the sound alone has your tummy turning, but it’s only when he elicits a soft moan in the sound of your name, followed by a breathy, “Open your eyes.” that your insides start to knot up.

you do as instructed, cracking your fingers to create enough room for you to peek at him, and your eyes go wide with sordid awe. his cock is thick and beautiful, and the steady stream of golden that flows from it is mesmerizing as it waterfalls over the bushes, raining down on to the grass. his relief emanates not only in the sound of his piss, but the soft sighs that leave his lips when he tilts his head back on his shoulders. his sapphire eyes never leave yours, though, zeroed in on your flustered expression when your hands drop to your sides. “Do you like to watch me?” he chuckles, fondly, when you nod, before he answers. “Would you like a taste?”

your heart pounds against your rib cage as you realize what he’s offering, and just how sinful it is. how utterly vulgar, but you nod, slow, your wide eyes never leaving his stream, until it begins to dissipate. “T—taste…”

Griffith chuckles, one hand reaching out to grasp the nape of your neck and draw you closer, “Well, if you must follow me even out to piss, then you should, at the very least, make use of the moment, no?” his eyes twinkle in the moonlight as he gives you a warm smile, and whispers, “Wrap those sweet lips around my soft cock and suck until I’m clean again, little highness.”

you stare into his eyes, but your knees are already bending as he guides your head downward, and you find yourself opening your mouth before they even hit the ground. the excitement of doing something so… utterly base has your head swimming when you grasp him. his skin is soft, and guide the tip of his cock to your open mouth. the dribbles that would’ve otherwise been shaking off soak your tongue, and you gurgle, happily, eyelids fluttering. you’d never tasted anything like his piss, and as embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t deny that you liked it. your tongue swirls the tip in slow, butterfly strokes, slathering every, twitching inch in your saliva, bathing him with it.

Griffith moans again, this time planting a hand on the top of your head, “Easy, now,” he purrs, playfully, “if that devious, little tongue of yours gets my cock hard, I’ll have to pin you to my cot, won’t I? We don’t want the men to hear you scream for me, do we?”

he uses his power over you and pisses on you whenever he feels the need. “On your knees, my filthy, little princess.” if anyone saw the position he had you in, he would be beheaded on the spot, that much you knew. on your knees, still clad in your tiara but not much else, mouth open, tongue hanging out, ready for him to soak you. “Hold out your hands, cup them, beg me for it.”

you do as he desires, eager to please him. you can’t help but want his approval— his affection, his adoration. when those icy gems stare at you, you want to bare yourself to him and let him have you however he wants. you cup both of your hands together, hold them up near your open mouth, as if begging a summer sky for a cool rain. “P—please, Sir Griffith… p—“ it’s humiliating, to speak the words, but you know that he wants to hear you in your shame. he wants to hear you low and pathetic. “Please piss on me!”

his cock starts to swell, hardening as you beg him, and he grasps it tight by the base with one hand, the other gripping your flawless tendrils in a vice fist just beyond your tiara. “You’re a very obedient, little girl.” he smiles, pulling you even closer. “Pleading for me to drench you in my piss. Tell me, does Her Royal Highness enjoy being made to swallow it, or do you prefer to feel my piss running down your face, soaking your pretty hair?”

you whimpered. you couldn’t decide, and you stuck your tongue out, letting it dangle against your chin as you bat your eyelashes up at him, instead.

he chuckles, “I see, you’re too needy to choose. Such a needy, perverse little princess needs a man to decide for her, is that it?” you nod, eyes wide and happy when he grunts and the first splatter of his stream hits your cheek. you close one eye, and scoot on your knees. “That’s right, little one, you do not need a say, I’ll make up your mind for you.” your open mouth starts to fill up quick, dribbling sparkling diamonds as some escapes, only to cascade on to your cupped hands so you may sip it from the reservoir created, whining softly and happily when the warmth dribbles down from your forehead, rolling over your cheeks, to drip against your chest. the droplets tickle, and you squirm on your knees— but it’s more than that.

you’re getting wet at such a vulgar display of ownership. Griffith can tell by the way you rub your thighs together. “You enjoy this far too much, isn’t that so, Princess?” he teases with a powerful grin, “Your pristine face is dripping with my piss, and your little cunt is wet because of it, isn’t she? Are you getting all excited and sensitive, knowing that my scent is on your skin? That’s ownership, my little love. I do this because I’m claiming what’s mine, and every other man will know now. That makes your cunt happy, doesn’t it?”

[avastrasposts]

Big Sky Country - ch. 9**

Hi!

I'm sorry this chapter took so long! I totally blame Marcus Acacius, I was taken in by that rugged general and had to write the brain worm that had been in my head since last summer. Hopefully chapter 10 won't take as long but I can't promise anything.

Anyway, four weeks ago we left Frankie and Aisling in the truck after talking it out and spending a day on the ranch and we're going jump straight into some much awaited smut as they go at it again for the first time since their hook up in Brooklyn.

Almost 7k and spicy.

He was painfully hard by the time they got out of the truck. Aching. Yet he couldn’t stop kissing her and move them faster across the yard. Grabbing her hips, pulling her as close as possible, he was losing himself in her as they stumbled towards the cabin. She managed to get the door open behind them while he pushed her against the door frame, kissing the sweet smelling skin just under her ear. She moaned under him and his cock twitched, the sound shooting through his body like a live wire. When her hand slipped down and palmed his throbbing length, he growled, pushing himself into her hand. 

“Please, Ash,” he begged, “if you touch me, I’m not gonna last.” The last words came out as a low whine as she stroked him, cupping her hand around him. He had his eyes screwed shut, and he could hear her soft giggle as she ran her nails across the zipper of his jeans. 

“Poor, Fish, so tightly wound. Maybe I should take care of you first before I let you go down on me again?” 

Frankie could only shake his head as she continued to tease him, low gasps escaping when she popped open the button of his jeans and slid her hand straight into his boxers. 

“You feel so good, Frankie,” Aisling mumbled into his ear, wrapping her fingers around the smooth, warm skin of his hard cock. He was being incoherent, head tipped back as he spluttered something in Spanish, his teeth catching on his wet bottom lip at the last word. 

“So good, Frankie,” she whispered, gently squeezing his solid length and pulling another groan from him. 

“Please, hermosa,” he mumbled, “I’m gonna come in my pants, I wanna…” he trailed off as she pulled her hand from his paining cock, hissing at the loss of contact. 

“I wanna take care of you first, in bed, properly,” he mumbled, pulling her mouth to his as he wrapped her arms around his neck, control coming back to him when she was no longer stroking him. 

“Will you let me ride you again, I’ve been practicing all day,” she smiled and he huffed a laugh. 

“Anything you want, Ash, just let me make you feel good first.” 

“Take me to bed then,” she replied, making him open his mouth to her tongue as he guided them towards his bedroom. 

He was as good as she remembered, and then some. She’d been wondering if she’d exaggerated in her head how good he’d been before, if she’d built it up in her mind as something more than it had been. But then he settled himself between her legs, after pulling off his shirt, and groaned loudly as he dipped his tongue into her slick folds. He had her arching her back off the bed, his mouth closing around her clit with a low hum that reverberated through her nerves. When he slipped two thick fingers into her liquid heat, she tangled her hands in his hair and gasped at the stretch as he curled his fingers up. 

“Fuck…Frankie,” she muttered, fighting to keep her eyes open so that she could see his dark eyes looking back at her with a pleased expression. He doubled down, flicking his tongue over her clit as he increased the pace of his fingers, his eyes burning up her body as he watched her responses to the way he touched her. Her soft thighs were around his ears and he used his free hand to hold her open for him, he could feel her muscles tremble and shake as he teased her nerves. An extra firm stroke made her cry out, her fingers tightening around his curls, and he did it again, spurred on by her increasingly breathless moans. 

When she came, he watched her mouth fall open as she squeezed her eyes shut, a violent shudder running through her body. He had to hold on to her hips to keep her down while he worked her through every shred of the orgasm, he could hear her pant his name while she slowly came down. 

He lapped gently at her folds, skirting around her sensitive nerves, before he kissed the inside of her thighs, moving up her body, pausing at the pale freckles on her breast, kissing them softly while he played with the nipple on the other. Her fingers were carding through his curls and she let a deep sigh escape with a small chuckle. 

“At the risk of inflating your ego, you’re really good at that, Frankie,” she said and he moved up, smiling down at her as he held himself over her on his forearms. 

“I like doing it, especially when you let me know how good it makes you feel,” he replied, leaning down for a soft kiss. She slipped her tongue between his lips and tasted the salty tang on his tongue, the thought of where it came from made a tendril of heat curl through her core again, even though she was still coming down, her body relaxing. 

“Can I repay the favor?” she mumbled against his lips, feeling the very hard outline of him against her hip. He was not too discreetly grinding his erection against her. 

“Yes please,” he mumbled back, still trying to keep his composure as his aching cock begged for attention, “Let me just get th….fuck…no….” he suddenly sighed, slapping his hand on his forehead in an almost comical gesture. “I don’t have any condoms,” he said, “I-I haven’t exactly had much use for them since New York…” Frankie gave her a crooked smile as a pink hue crept up his neck that had nothing to do with his arousal. 

“Did you get a check-up?” Aisling asked, stroking her fingertips over the sweet blush of his skin, “I have an IUD and I got myself tested after you.” 

A brief look of pain flashed across Frankie’s face, he winced at the idea of Aisling feeling that he was such a pig that she needed to get tested even though they’d used a condom last time. 

“I'm sorry,” he said, rolling off her and onto his side, rubbing a hand over his face, “that you had to get tested because of me.” 

“Meh…” Aisling shrugged, rolling over so that she was facing him on the bed, “It wasn’t how I expected our hook up to go, but better safe than sorry you know.” 

“Yeah, I get that. And I got tested after I came back here, after Eva, I wanted a clean slate,” Frankie said and Aisling gave him a soft smile. 

“Was this a total mood killer conversation?” she asked and he chuckled in that warm low voice she loved. 

“Nah, necessary conversation, now we know,” he replied and she shifted herself closer, pushing him onto his back. 

“Ok, good, because I can see the outline of that pretty cock of yours in your jeans and I’m dying to get my hands on it,” she grinned as she began unzipping him, “Lift those hips, Fishy.” 

“Ok, ‘Fishy’ is off the table,” he snorted as he did as she said and she laughed. 

“Noted. How about ‘Fish sticks’?” 

“Only in private company,” he smiled, “it’s cute when you say it.” 

“So ‘Fuck me, Fish sticks,’ works?” Aisling looked down at him, noting how his eyes were darting between her face and where her hands were brushing against his cock still inside his pants. 

Frankie lost his train of thought as she pulled down his jeans, hooking her fingers into his boxers and sliding them down at the same time. His cock bobbed free from its confines and he groaned as it bounced back on to his belly. 

“N-no, no ‘fish sticks’ in the bedroom,” he huffed out, laughing in between hisses as her fingers closed around his painfully hard erection. 

“How about ‘Francisco’?” she asked, swinging a leg over his hips and settling down just over the flushed red tip of his cock, shiny with precum. 

Frankie bit his lip and nodded, his eyes fixed on her hand wrapped around him as she held him just by her entrance. 

“Anything, hermosa,” he muttered. He would’ve said yes to anything as she slowly sank down over him, the heat of her slick folds enveloping him as she sighed in pleasure at the stretch. 

Aisling grabbed his shoulders, steadying herself as he filled her, and he tipped his head back, eyes screwed shut, as she began to rock her hips. He slid in and out, his hard cock slick and hot and she tilted her hips, letting him hit that spot deep inside that made sparks shoot through her body. It made her let out a low whimper and she dug her fingers into his shoulders to stop herself from collapsing over him, resting her forehead against his, the familiar tingle of ecstasy already beginning to make itself known. 

His large hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his as they rocked together. Tongues slipped in and out and he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. His cock was aching, buried deep inside her, and with a groan he thrust up into her, she arched her back as he panted into her mouth. She could hear him mumbling under his breath, his hands finding her hips and matching her rhythm. 

“F-fuuck…t-t-win t-tu-urboshaft,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, taking a deep breath, “fuck, Ash, too good…M-m t-two thirty…” 

“Frankie,” Aisling asked, panting as she slowed her movements, and he gritted his teeth, “w-what…what are you saying?” 

A strangled laugh, half moan, half chuckle, escaped him as he seemed to bite back a louder moan. 

“Parts of the Apache helicopter, I-I list the parts in my head when I don’t wanna come too fast,” he said, smiling at her as she began to giggle, “I didn’t realize I was saying it out loud.”

She let the laughter bubble up through her even as he took a new hold of her hips and began thrusting his hips up into her, forcing her laughter into a moan with the feel of it. Heavy, thick, stretching her out, every nerve ending in her core was begging for more as he drove up into her.  

One hand left her hip and he slipped it between them, the rough pad of his finger deftly finding her clit and circling it, teasing as she gasped. 

“Please, Ash, come for me again, I’m so fucking close,” Frankie mumbled, his fingers sliding over her sensitive bundle of nerves, “I need to feel you come on my cock, give me one more.”

He pulled back and looked at her, meeting her hooded eyes, half closed, as he drove her pleasure higher. A whimper escaped as it suddenly crashed over her, the force of it making her cry out for him and her muscles froze under the onslaught of pleasure radiating from where their bodies joined. Frankie felt his insides tighten as Aisling’s body arched and clamped down around him, with a gasp he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and jerking his hips, pumping his spend as buried his face against the hot skin of her neck. He could feel his own heart thumping as his cock twitched and pulsated deep inside her. Her pulse was thrumming just under his mouth as he tried to contain his need to suck a mark into her skin. He could hear her whimper his name as her body relaxed in his grip, and he whispered her name back to her, finding her warm mouth, and breathing her name against it. 

He held her tight, arms wrapped around her, as their heart rates slowed down and she caressed the damp curls at the back of his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. Frankie hummed under her touch, the slow drag of her fingers soothing, but he also realized he didn’t need soothing. There was no anxiety, no itch in his body and his mind was quiet, just filled with a feeling of contentment. He was no fool, he knew it would come back, both the itch and all the other shit that his mind threw at him after all the years of abuse. But for once, it was silent, and he relaxed into the feeling of Aisling's hands, her presence keeping him calm. 

Aisling shifted her weight, letting Frankie slip out of her as she pulled him down with her, stretching out on the bed. Unlike the last time, he scooped her up, his arms winding around her and she put her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the room. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, he knew what she meant. 

“I’m good, I feel good, it’s very different this time,” he replied, “Different situation, different place.” 

“Different you?” 

“A little bit, yeah,” he said, “but mostly it’s a better situation. Being honest with you, about it all, makes it easier.” 

She tilted her head up so that she could meet his soft brown eyes looking down at her, his hand slowly trailing up and down her back. 

“I’m glad you told me, I knew we had a lot to talk about but I never would’ve guessed all the stuff you’ve been through. It couldn’t have been easy, Frankie.” 

“I was nervous telling you, but it felt good afterward, lighter. And Herb said something when I came back, about making sure I learned the lesson so that I didn’t make the same mistake again, with you, if I was lucky enough to see you again. And I’ve tried to live by that these past few months. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but the least I could do was to learn something about my mistake this time.” 

“You feel very different, Frankie, different in a good way,” Aisling said, pushing herself up so that she was level with him, “You’re calm here, and you feel more in control, balanced. Whatever you’ve been trying to do these past few months, it’s working, I can see that.” 

“Thank you,” Frankie replied, reaching up and cupping her cheek with his warm palm, and it struck her how even his simple thank you was different. His look didn’t waver, his gaze was steady on her, and he accepted her assessment of him, not downplaying it or brushing it off. 

“We’re gonna be ok, Frankie,” Aisling said, putting her hand on top of his, “I know we’ll be fine, I trust you.” 

A small smile pulled at his lips at her words, “Thank you,” he said again and she returned his smile, meeting his kiss as he pulled her closer. 

Aisling woke the next morning with the unfamiliar feeling of Frankie splayed on his belly next to her. His arm was flung over her middle, pinning her to the bed, and when she tried to wriggle free, he huffed and pulled her closer. 

“No sneaking off,” he muttered, his eyes still closed and his face buried in the pillow. His voice was rough with sleep, but she could hear the smile in it. 

Aisling chuckled and rolled over, pushing her nose into the unruly curls by his neck, and kissed the warm skin. 

“I need to pee,” she mumbled into his hair as he hummed under her. 

“Me too, but I’m too comfortable like this.” 

“What if we go pee and I promise to cuddle you just like this when we get back?” She nuzzled closer to him and kissed more of him, reaching his scruffy jaw and feeling the gray beard tickle her lips. 

“You wanna watch me pee?” Frankie mumbled under her, “Is there something you’re not telling me?” 

“Ok, smart ass,” she protested, mock anger in her voice as she pushed herself away and Frankie started laughing, holding on to her waist and pulling her down again. He was smiling widely at her as he rolled her over and got on top. His heavy weight pushed her into the mattress as he caged her in, smiling down at her with those warm brown eyes and messy curls creating a halo around his head. 

“I’m just trying to figure out if this is a thing that turns you on,” he laughed, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose as she smiled up at him. 

“This,” Aisling said, pointing between them in the small space created by their bodies, “turns me on. But I also really need to pee.” 

“Me on top like this turns you on?” Frankie asked, his eyes taking on a darker shade as he dropped down on his forearms, his mouth only just hovering over hers and she whined in protest. 

“Yes, it does, you’re too fucking strong the way you just roll me over and push me down and it’s so fucking sexy but I really need to pee!” 

She wriggled under him and with a satisfied smirk Frankie let her go, rolling over on to his side as she hurried to the bathroom. 

“Such a menace, Francisco,” she threw over her shoulder at him and she could hear his laughter as she closed the bathroom door. 

Frankie made good on his promise to take them out on the trail up to one of his favorite spots after breakfast. He got Clover and Dolly saddled up down at the ranch as Aisling watched him move around the stable with ease. Again she was struck by how much at home he looked here, calm around the horses, comfortably chatting with them in a low voice as he tightened straps and checked the equipment. He really was a very different version of the man she’d met in Brooklyn. The same Frankie, but more confident, collected and stable. 

As she watched him, Aisling wondered how long it would’ve taken before the issues that plagued him in New York would’ve become too much to handle if he’d stayed, even if he’d stayed with her. Would’ve she had started seeing him the way Eva did? Start distrusting him and resenting him? It was hard to imagine, he’d seemed uncertain of himself, divided and troubled by something back there, but she’d still been drawn to him, attracted to him from the start. But how much hadn’t Eva been through before she gave up? 

Aisling ran her hand through her hair and watched how the muscles of Frankie’s broad back moved and flexed as he picked up Clover’s heavy saddle and lifted it onto her back. How would she have reacted if this seemingly so stable man came home high one day? How many chances would she have given him if she was in love with him back then? She sighed as she realized she probably would’ve given him as many chances as Eva, it was hard watching someone you love, lie and cheat. Picking up and leaving the first time it happened only seemed easy to those on the outside. 

“You ok, Ash?” Frankie asked as he noticed her far away look when he came up to her. He gently put his hand on her cheek and she smiled up at him. 

“I was miles away, thinking about Eva, actually.” 

“About Eva? Why?” Frankie said, feeling the familiar jolt of fear shooting through him at the thought that he’d somehow fucked up already. 

“I can see your panic, Frankie,” Aisling smiled, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, “it’s nothing bad. I was just thinking that when I see you here, how different you are, I understand how hard it must’ve been for her to see you struggle in New York. It couldn’t have been easy for her to have to choose between living here with you or in Brooklyn without you.” 

“It wasn’t,” Frankie shook his head, “I asked too much of her, but I didn’t realize it.” He absentmindedly stroked Dolly’s neck, “I’m really trying to not repeat that mistake with you,” he said and Aisling stepped closer to him. His eyes had shifted into something more worried, a flash of the man she’d met in Brooklyn, “I’m still scared I’ll fuck things up with you.” 

“I’ll tell you, Frankie,” Aisling soothed him, her hands wrapping around his middle, “I promise I’ll tell you if anything shifts or changes, we’ll work on it together before it gets out of hand. But you’re so different now, that’s what made me think of Eva. I can see how different you are now compared to back in Brooklyn, but maybe she never saw that, I don’t know who you were when you first moved out here.” 

“A fucking mess…” Frankie sighed, “A real fucking mess, barely hanging on to my sobriety, pushing everyone away except her and Herb. I thought I got better pretty fast but that was an illusion, it took months for me to get a grip on things for real. I thought she was happy until it was too late and she left, but I don’t blame her. I didn’t see what she was going through properly, I was too focused on myself.” 

Frankie sighed and leaned his forehead against Aisling's as she moved her hands into his hair, “I promise I’ll do anything to not repeat that with you.” 

“I know you will, and I’m willing to help you, Francisco, as much as I can.” 

She gave him a kiss, her soft lips molding against his and he smiled into it, relaxing as her fingers ran through his hair, caressing his neck. 

“Thanks, Ash,” he mumbled as Dolly gave an impatient huff next to them, shaking her head and breaking the moment. 

“Let’s get this lady out on the trail before she loses her cool,” Frankie chuckled as he patted her neck and Aisling giggled at Dolly’s impatient look. 

The early hours of the day were cool even though the sun was out, early fall was starting to make itself known, and Aisling was grateful for the sweater Frankie had lent her. She was swimming in it but he’d rolled the sleeves up before he’d helped her up on Clover’s back, making sure she was secure before he swung himself into Dolly’s saddle. The sight of him so effortlessly pulling himself up made her smile and bite her lip to hide it. His strong legs gripping Dolly’s sides was enticing and he made it look so easy as he firmly guided her around to face Aisling before they set off. 

“All good?” he asked, making Dolly halt next to Clover and putting his hand on hers. 

“I think so, as long as Clover follows you and doesn’t take off with me on her own adventure,” she replied, patting Clover’s chestnut neck. 

“She’ll follow me, don’t worry. And we’ll just walk today, take it nice and slow.” Frankie smiled at Aisling, he was excited in a way he hadn’t been in a long time, he’d nursed an impossible dream about taking Aisling up into the mountains, showing her what he loved the most about this place. Now it was finally happening, two days ago he’d thought he’d never even see her again, but now she was here. 

The trail heading up into the foothills of the Rockies was wide enough for them to ride side by side at first. Aisling tried to copy Frankie’s relaxed riding style, sitting deep in the saddle with his hand hanging loose by his side. Dolly seemed to know what he wanted her to do without him doing anything, just a small movement of his hand and she adjusted her course. Clover on the other hand just followed Dolly, keeping her gait smooth and steady as Aisling gripped Clover’s sides with her legs and held on to the pommel. Frankie glanced over at Aisling and smiled, she looked more confident in the saddle with every passing minute and he reached out and squeezed her thigh, feeling it move under his fingers. 

“You’re doing great, hermosa, you’ll be ready for a lope soon,” he said and her bright smile lit a fire inside him. She looked happy when she smiled at him and he almost pinched himself to check that this was real. 

As the trail narrowed Clover dropped back and followed behind. The landscape changed, the trail passed between high cliffs and then through fir tree forests as the horses climbed higher. Eventually the trees dropped away too, and as they emerged out into a high mountain valley Aisling gasped, taking in the wide view. 

Frankie turned in the saddle and checked that Aisling was still ok. 

“All good back there?” 

“Yeah, this is amazing, Frankie,” Aisling sighed, “It’s so beautiful, I can’t believe this is real…” 

Frankie smiled and looked at the landscape through her eyes for the first time. He’d been awed when Herb took him up here the first time, and he still saw the beauty of the place. But to see Aisling's wide eyed reaction made him appreciate it even more. The narrow valley was covered with tall grass and scattered with the last of the late summer flowers, creating a mat of gold dotted with reds and blues that gently sloped up towards the truly tall, snow capped, mountain peaks to the west. On either side, the foothills climbed up, covered in thick conifer trees, framing and protecting the valley. 

“I thought you might like it,” Frankie replied, slowing Dolly down so that she was level with Clover as they slowly rode into the tall grass, leaving the trail behind. 

“I feel like I’m in an old western or something, minus the outlaws and guns, getting ready to go panning for gold.” 

“You look like a real cowboy, Ash,” Frankie chuckled. He’d picked out a hat for her before they left, tilting it down to protect her eyes, and now she gave him a two fingered Clint Eastwood tap to the brim of the hat. 

“Partner,” she chuckled and Frankie did the same with a grin. 

“Ma’am.” 

He pointed to a small clump of trees about halfway up the valley, “We’re heading there, the stream curves around the trees and it’s a good spot to water the horses and have lunch. How’s your muscles feeling?” 

“Stiff, but nothing compared to what I think they’ll be tomorrow,” Aisling replied, following the direction of Frankie’s finger. 

“They did actually pan for gold up here,” Frankie said, “There's a small cabin further up the valley where someone staked claims back in the 1860’s. Herb has a whole lecture he gives the guests about the gold rush era.” 

“Did they find gold?” 

“Yeah, most of western Montana was settled because of gold, silver and copper, and there was definitely gold in these mountains.” 

“I’ll keep an eye out at the creek,” Aisling smiled, “that’d be so cool, to find an actual nugget.” 

“You might find something, I’ve got two tiny nuggets at home that I found up here. And Herb’s got a bunch too. But we’ve all found them in the spring so we think the spring floods bring them down from higher up when the snow melts.” 

“I’ll come back in the spring then,” Aisling replied as Frankie pulled on Dolly’s reins and made her come to a halt. With a smooth movement he dismounted and grabbed Clover’s reins, putting his other hand up to Aisling. 

“I really hope you do, Ash,” he said, and the look he gave her made her smile widely as he helped her down. 

“I want to come back, I’m having an amazing time here, with you,” she said and Frankie caressed her cheek. 

“Honestly, Ash, I don’t want you to leave at all, I just want you to stay.” 

“You really want me to stay, cramp your style, get between you and Dolly?” Aisling asked and Frankie snorted as she put her arms around his waist. 

“How many times do I have to tell you? Stay for as long as you want, you can stay permanently and I’ll be the luckiest guy ever, just stay with me and Dolly, Ash.” 

Dolly gave a low whinny as if to agree, and Aisling giggled as Frankie nudged his nose against her cheek before he kissed her. Humming into her mouth he pulled her closer and nipped at her bottom lip. 

“Dolly wants you to stay too, and I’m sure Clover agrees and you can’t say no to them.”

Aisling pushed her hands into Frankie's curls and scratched the back of his head while he kissed her again. 

“Are you using Dolly and Clover as emotional black mail,” she laughed against his lips. 

“Is it working?” 

“You don’t need to black mail me, I’ve already agreed to stay.” 

“Thank you.” 

Frankie stroked his thumb over her cheek and pressed a soft kiss to her lips again before he straightened up.

“Go explore, I’ll get the ladies sorted,” he smiled. 

Frankie tethered the horses and made sure they had water and some snacks, before he followed Aisling down to the creek. She was sitting on a flat rock by the water’s edge, peeling her socks off as he sat down next to her. 

“Going for a swim?” he asked, letting his arm rest along her shoulders, when she leaned into him, he kissed her temple. 

“I didn’t bring a bikini, will you be scandalized if I skinny dip?” she asked, wiggling her now free toes.

“If you skinny dip I’m not responsible for what happens next,” Frankie replied with a serious tone, giving her a mischievous wink when she looked over at him, “but you’d better test that water before you commit to swimming in it.” He nodded at the crystal clear stream that bubbled past them just beyond the edge of the rock. 

“It’s not safe for swimming?” Aisling asked but Frankie just chuckled and nodded to the water again. 

“Oh it’s safe alright, just put your feet in it first.” 

Aisling frowned at the expression on his face and then scooted to the edge of the rock and dangled her feet over the edge. The water level wasn’t very high and she gingerly put the toes of her right foot into the water. 

“Oh fuck!” she shrieked and rapidly yanked her foot up again, “That’s ice, Frankie!” 

Frankie laughed behind her as she carefully dipped her foot into the water again, squealing as the icy cold water rushed over her toes. 

“Oh shit that’s cold, so cold, so cold, so cold,” she gasped, putting her other foot into the water. 

“So pull them up again,” Frankie laughed, but Aisling shook her head. 

“No, I just…shit…need to get used to it. It’s k-kinda nice,” she stuttered, both feet in the water now. 

Frankie scooted forward and yanked his boots off, tossing them behind them together with his socks. 

“If I lose a toe to frostbite, I’m blaming you, Ash,” he chuckled, taking hold of her hand and dipping his feet into the water next to hers with a loud gasp. 

“Fuck me that’s c-cold,” he gasped as Aisling giggled and grabbed hold his arm, kicking her feet in the water to keep her toes moving. 

“W-why is it so cold, it’s the end of the summer?” she asked as Frankie tried to keep his composure and not pull up his feet straight away. 

“This creek comes down from the mountains up there,” he said and pointed towards the highest peaks in the distance, “They are snow capped all year around and I’m pretty sure some of the glaciers feed straight into this creek. It’s never warm, not even in the middle of summer.” 

“I’ve never felt glacial water before, but this feels about right, I can’t feel my toes,” Aisling replied and shook his head.  

“Ok, that’s enough,” he said and pulled his feet up, shaking the water from them as Aisling caved and pulled up her feet too, “Give me those ice block toes,” he said and motioned for her to put her feet in his lap. She swung her feet to him with a smile as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and started rubbing her toes between his warm hands. 

“Five star service at this ranch,” she smiled and cupped her hand around the back of his head and caressed his soft curls. 

“Only for you, Ash. And the horses, the three of you are my favorite girls,” Frankie replied, tweaking her pinky toe with a grin that made Aisling feel warmth rise up in her chest for entirely different reasons. 

“I’m flattered,” she said and scooted closer so that she could kiss his cheek while he smiled under her lips, “If you can also provide lunch, I will leave a five star review on Yelp.” 

“I can provide sandwiches and hot coffee,” he replied, still rubbing her feet. 

“Deal! That sounds great.” 

“Next time I’ll plan a bit more and we can cook some food up here, light a fire and make some ‘smores,” Frankie said while Aisling got to her feet and gave him her hand to stand up. 

“Can we come out here and camp overnight? I’ve never done that,” she said. 

“Yeah, for sure! That would be awesome,” Frankie gave her a big grin while they went back to the horses and his pack. “We take guests on overnight camping trips all the time. I’ll plan something before it gets too cold at night.” 

“But if it’s really cold, maybe we need to share a sleeping bag?” Aisling winked at him and Frankie chuckled. 

“Hermosa, it can be a heatwave, we’re still sharing a sleeping bag.” 

Lunch was peaceful, the serene valley a perfect backdrop to just sitting on a blanket with Frankie. Aisling scooted close to him, leaned against his side as he put his arm around her, coffee mug in the other hand. 

There really wasn’t any need to talk right now, all the big things had been said, all cards on the table. Frankie felt light but grounded in a way he hadn’t in many years. His mind was quiet and calm, he found he could even think back on how he’d ended up here without too much pain. It was like he could finally pick up the pieces of the different choices he’d made in his life and see how they all fit together, one decision jacking into the next to create a path that led him here. He’d made bad decision, terrible ones even, but at least they’d all led him here; sitting on a blanket, sipping coffee, with his arm around a person who made him feel complete and nothing to do but to go home, spend the night with her and then wake up tomorrow and work with the horses. 

He briefly closed his eyes and reminded himself to commit this moment to memory, to keep as a token when things weren’t as easy, to have as a mental talisman. The sun was warm on his back, the breeze mild, he could hear birds nearby, the soft sounds of the horses feeding and next to him, pressed to his side, Aisling and her sweet scent. He could even feel how a few loose strands of her hair were ticking against his neck and he leaned into it, seeking out her hair with his nose and inhaling. 

Aisling leaned her head against Frankie’s shoulder as he buried his nose in her hair, and reached up to scratch his scruffy beard, trailing her fingertips over the bare patches, tracing the outlines. Frankie put his coffee mug down and pulled her down with him as he laid back, her head on his arm as a pillow.

“Nap time,” he said, “it’s tradition.” 

“If you say so,” she smiled and tucked herself into his side with her arm over his soft belly, he curled his around her shoulders. She glanced up at him and his eyes were already closed, his face relaxed. She shifted up a little bit and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, it made him smile without opening his eyes, and she settled back down and closed her own eyes. 

The sun had moved in the sky when Frankie stirred, about an hour had passed, he calculated. Ash was still curled into his side and his arm had fallen asleep. He glanced over at the two horses who were standing in the shade of the trees, Dolly was affectionately nibbling on Clover’s withers while their tails swished to keep the flies at bay. Frankie looked down at Aisling and gently stroked her cheek. 

“C’mon sleepy girl, time to get a move on,” he mumbled softly, watching her stir and blink awake, looking confused for a moment. 

“Sleep well?” he smiled at her as she yawned and nodded. 

“Went out like a light, best nap ever,” she smiled, “You’re a very comfy pillow.” 

“You’re a very comfy blanket,” Frankie chuckled and she pushed herself up so that she could kiss him. His mouth was soft, warm from the sun, and she could feel him deepen the kiss as he cupped his hand around the back of her head, his tongue slipping between her lips. She softly hummed into him, relishing the sleepy feeling of the kiss until he slowly pulled away. 

“C’mon, we have a bit of a ride back too, but next time we’ll stay up here overnight,” he smiled. 

He pushed up to his feet and gave her a hand, soon they were in the saddle again and heading back down the trail. 

“I can already feel my muscles starting to protest,” Aisling laughed as she adjusted her seat in the saddle, “My thighs are stiff and my butt hurts.” 

“You can have a hot bath when we get back, that’ll help,” Frankie said, turning in his saddle to look at her. “How do you feel about trying to lope? There’s a nice flat stretch coming up.” 

“Ok, just don’t laugh when I fall off!”

“You won’t fall, just grip with your legs and hold onto the pommel, Clover will do the rest. She’ll follow Dolly,” Frankie slowed down so that he was next to Aisling as the trail widened, “Ready?” 

Aisling nodded, looking a bit nervous, and Frankie smiled at her, putting his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze. 

“Just remember to squeeze her sides and follow her motion with your hips, ok?” 

“Ok.” 

“Ok then, c’mon Dolly, nice and easy, just a slow lope.” 

He smacked his lips and Dolly picked up her pace, breaking into a rolling lope as he moved his hips. 

“Oh shit,” Aisling gasped as Clover followed, gripping the pommel tight.

“You ok, Ash?” Frankie called back, turning in the saddle while Dolly loped on, his body moving effortlessly with her gait. 

“Y-yeah…j-just a little wobbly,” Aisling stuttered and tightened her grip with her legs. 

“Relax a little, just like when she walks, follow her movement.” 

Frankie let Dolly lope for another minute, then he slowed her down, coming to a walk while Clover did the same and Dolly walked next to the buckskin mare. 

“You did great, Ash!” Frankie exclaimed, beaming at her as she puffed a laugh and exhaled. 

“I feel shaken, but it was fun!”

“Wanna do it again, maybe a little bit longer this time?” 

“Yeah, sure!” Aisling beamed back at him, her eyes bright from the thrill and Frankie wanted nothing else but to kiss her as he grinned. 

“Let’s go then,” he laughed, and once again signaled Dolly to break into a slow lope. 

The ride back was faster as they alternated between loping and walking the horses. Aisling felt more and more confident as Clover kept a steady pace and she got used to following her movements. But it was hard work, by the time Frankie slowed down as they neared the ranch, sweat was running down her back and her muscles were aching. But she beamed at Frankie as he came alongside her and gave her leg a squeeze. 

“That was amazing, I wanna be a cowboy when I grow up,” she laughed, “but I won’t be able to walk tomorrow!” 

Frankie laughed too and halted Dolly, “Let’s walk the rest of the way, it’ll help your legs to recover.” 

With the horses ambling behind them, they walked the last stretch down to the ranch and Frankie couldn’t help grinning when Aisling put her hand in his. The two dogs, Whiskey and Benny, came sprinting down the trail when they spotted the horses and happily bounded around them the rest of the way. Once back, the horses were taken care of and put in their stalls, the dogs were given final scratches, and then Frankie helped her into the truck for the drive back to the cabin.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as they started nearing home. The sun was dipping behind the mountains, painting the sky in brilliant pinks and oranges as the shadows grew. 

“Yeah, absolutely, wanna DoorDash?” Aisling asked and stuck out her tongue at Frankie when he raised his eyebrows, “I’m joking, no DoorDash out here.” 

“City slicker,” he teased, “I’ve got burger meat in the freezer, how about I fire up the grill?” 

“Sounds perfect, but I think you might have guests?” Aisling nodded at the rental truck that was parked outside the cabin. 

“What the…?” Frankie mumbled, his eyebrows pulling into a frown as he slowed the car to a halt and killed the engine. 

In the gathering darkness they could see three men stand up and walk to the edge of the porch.

Chapter 10

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Xiao x Reader

Summary: Xiao has never thought himself to be worthy of much of anything. You on the other hand, deem him worthy of Teyvat itself.

Notes: I died and came back to life while writing this, just in case you were curious! Also, I know Xiao is from Liyue and they don't wear kimonos, but he was made for them so shush. Just pretend Reader is from Inazuma or something.

CW: Insecurities, denial, hurt/comfort maybe? Xiao might be a little ooc, I'm not totally sure.

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Xiao

A feeling of longing tore away at the adeptus' being, a feeling he found to be insufferable. Xiao had never exactly considered himself to be worthy of wishful thinking or mortal desires, dreams even, yet he often found these thoughts subtly creeping into his mind when unoccupied for too long. Staring off into the distance from atop the Wangshu Inn roof in silence, he once again found such thoughts invading his head.

The dark skies of the night seemed to taunt him with their emptiness, filled with nothing but the shining stars. Each one held a dream, a hope, or a wish of some sort. He found himself reaching up as if to touch them from afar, before abruptly bringing his hand back to his side, scolding himself for such foolishness. He reminded himself that the conqueror of demons had no use for mortal dreams and ideals.

All that was left for him was to fulfill his role protecting Liyue, and well, you. During moments like these, you often wormed your way into his mind without knowing, having something to do with the aching feeling in his heart without question. Moments where he thought if he were granted a wish by a greater power, ─ though he would never admit to himself that it may be what he longs for, ─ it would be to spend every last waking moment by your side.

Your company felt like a blessing to him, the sound of your voice alone being something akin to euphoric in his ears. He thought of himself to be undeserving of your kindness and devotion, the way you always checked up on him after being away for a period of time, or when you cooked him meals despite his insistence that he has no need for them. Even with all he had been through, you made him feel so... content.

"Xiao?" His thought process came to a halt and he whipped around to face you, who was standing on the balcony below him. Your voice had become his favorite sound, especially when you said his name. It rolled off your tongue so smoothly he would swear you were made to speak it if not for his conflicting opinions of himself. In an instant he was at your at your side, the soft light from the Inn illuminating his exposed skin.

"Are you in need of my assistance?" he questioned without hesitation. You shook your head and answered softly, "No, I only wished to see you," the smile on your face was genuine and unwavering, he could barely believe it was directed at him sometimes. You carefully intertwined his fingers with his, giving him a moment to pull away if he liked. When he didn't, you brought his knuckles to your lips and pressed a soft kiss against them.

Xiao felt his heart skip a beat and his cheeks flushed a red hue, he quickly turned his head in embarrassment so you wouldn't see his flustered expression. It was amusing how even though you were a delicate and fragile being compared to himself, he was putty in your hands. Although he would never admit that to you of course, "What do you think you're doing?" he finally retreated his hand back to his side, carefully so as to not hurt you in the process.

A short laugh fell from your lips, "Just admiring your beauty up close is all." He couldn't tell whether or not you were messing with him, but your compliment made his heart flutter nonetheless. "Hmph, shouldn't you be getting to sleep?" he retorted, looking for a way out of the conversation before he says anything he might regret. "I could ask the same question to you, it's the dead of night." He half-heartly scoffed, "You think I sleep? You have no respect for the ways of the adepti."

Your smile never faltered despite his cold demeanor, one which you could see right through. "Then you don't mind keeping me company until I fall asleep, do you?" He glanced towards the night sky, harboring the stars that held an endless number of wishes, and pondered for a moment. Maybe they were looking down on him, trying to grant his subconscious wishes as well. "Fine, but I will leave once you are asleep."

Another chapter of life passes by...

"I should be protecting Liyue, not partaking in mortal festivities," Xiao said, not looking you in the eyes as you assisted him in adjusting the front of the kimono you had gotten for him. It was a silky black fabric with gold and teal accents that perfectly complimented his features. You had convinced him to let his hair grow out for some time, so it was now long enough to be tied into a high ponytail with a thin black ribbon that matched the outfit you hand-picked for him.

"Trust me Xiao, you'll enjoy yourself. I won't ask you to come back if you don't. Just spend tonight with me, ok?" He let out a huff in response but made no attempt to argue against your words. You lifted his hair from his face and gently kissed his forehead, as by this point in your relationship you had done many times before. It never failed to stir something within him, and he squirmed a bit under your touch. You giggled at his reaction and took his hand, guiding him along to where the festival was being held.

The night sky no longer taunted him, but instead welcomed him with open arms. He stared up at the stars shining above and silently thanked them for their efforts, feeling the warmth of your hand in his. "Look, we're just in time! Do you want to wish on a lantern?" He was silent for a moment, admiring the red-orange glow on your skin. Your eyes sparkled under the glow of uncountable fiery lanterns and his answer came without a second thought, "No I have all that I could ever wish for right here with me."

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Masterlist

[britany1997]

Sorry bout the ask on main ignore it! (Pixie)

But had an idea about Dwayne and Paul sharing an S/O and how differently the two treat and go about doing things with their S/O.

Like maybe how Dwayne prefers to stay cuddled up and read a book with them while Paul likes to go bike racing with them like an adrenaline type deal?

Sharing is Caring

You mean my literal dream???? Yes of course I can write this for you friend!!!

Dwayne x GN Reader x Paul

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You ran your hand along the French literature before standing on your tip toes and plucking a book from the top of the tallest shelf.

You weaved through the many shelves in the store looking for your book worm boyfriend. After what felt like hours you found him sitting on the floor, book in hand, in the Russian lit section.

“What’s that, a cinderblock?” You said looking at the enormous novel in his hand. He flashed you the cover, War and Peace.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you groaned, “that’s your recommendation for me???”

He wrinkled his nose, “what? It’s a great book,” he said defensively. “You’ll love prince Andrei, he’s um…what’s that thing you always say?”

“I’ll desire him carnally?” You asked.

He rolled his eyes, “yeah,”

You raised your eyebrows, “you have my attention,” you told him as you reached for the book.

He grabbed your hand instead and pulled you down gently for a kiss, “do you desire me carnally?” He asked as he pulled away.

You smirked, “you know the answer to that question.”

He smiled back, “yeah, but I like hearing you say it,” he told you winking.

“Shut up,” you said, giggling, “do you want the one I picked for you?”

“Yes please,” he said standing to his feet and handing you the book. You pretended to crumble at the weight of it. He shook his head and smiled

“You’re real cute ya know that?” He asked.

You smiled and shrugged, “yeah I know,” you told him. You handed him the novel you’d picked.

“The Stranger,” he read, “haven’t read this one before.”

“It’s incredible,” you told him, “a total wild ride from start to finish. You’ll love it.”

“Looks interesting,” he said, reading the synopsis on the back, “and short,” he observed.

“Yeah you’re welcome,” you told him pointedly.

“You got like ten more of these I can read while you get through yours?” He asked while slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Ha ha,” you said humorlessly.

He chuckled and checked his watch.

“hmm,” he hummed, “we gotta check out and go. I know someone who’s probably dying to get his hands on you right about now.” He told you.

“Yeah literally,” you snorted, “can’t keep him waiting or he’ll be pouting all night.”

“Yikes,” Dwayne said, “let’s hurry.”

One hand held your book, the other held Dwayne’s as the two of you walked along the boardwalk. You sighed happily as you took in the sights around you.

Though your peaceful state was shattered abruptly when you were picked up and spun around out of nowhere.

“Sugar!” Paul exclaimed, a huge smile stretched across his face, “been missing you all night!” He told you as he pulled you against his chest and nuzzled your cheek with his.

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, returning his embrace, “I missed you too Paulie,” you told him, handing your book to Dwayne.

“Not as much as I missed you babe, trust me.” He said as he kept you wrapped in his arms, “David is sooo boring, I thought I was gonna lose my mind,” he whispered into your ear.

“Get this,” he told you, “he’s been following this one brunette guy around the boardwalk like a lost puppy dog. Me and Marko have been gettin’ second hand embarrassment all night long!”

“Marko and I,” you corrected.

“No babe you’ve been with Dwayne all night,” he said giving you a look, “you’re so silly,” he said.

You cocked your head to the side and smiled at him. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He gasped and his hand shot up to touch his cheek as a dopey grin spread across his face. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he told you dreamily.

“Please do,” you said.

“Ok babe I will, but only if you give me a new kiss every time this one fades away, deal?” He bargained.

“Deal,” you said reaching out your hand to shake his.

He laughed, “yeah hello my name’s Paul,” he told you, “apparently we’ve never met before,” he said rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand. He threw it over his shoulder before putting his other hand on your back and pulling you in for a steamy kiss.

“You’re just gonna go full tongue in the middle of the boardwalk,” Dwayne asked.

“Oops forgot you were there,” Paul said sheepishly.

Dwayne shot him a look.

“Don’t be jealous handsome,” Paul said before pecking Dwayne’s lips.

“What, no tongue for him?” You asked jokingly.

Dwayne snorted and Paul shot you a wide smile, “later babe, for you and him both,” he said winking.

Dwayne hummed, “better not keep them out too late then,” he murmured as he ran his hand down your arm until he was holding your hand.

You blushed as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Paul rolled his eyes.

“Will you make the tea I like first? When we get back to the cave?” You asked him

“Of course,” he assured you smiling, “I’ll have it ready for you when you get back.”

Paul cleared his throat.

“Whose jealous now?” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” he pouted.

“Want me to make you a cup of tea too?” Dwayne asked him.

“Yeah right,” Paul said, “I wanna come home to a bourbon on the rocks,”

You and Dwayne both shot him confused looks.

Paul sighed, “ok fine, I want hot chocolate” he mumbled.

“With marshmallows?” Dwayne asked.

“Obviously,” Paul said, “what am I an animal?”

Dwayne rolled his eyes, “ok great, I’ll make sure to have those for you when you both get home.”

“Thank you baby,” you said, smiling.

He flashed you one of his own, “of course,” he replied leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Be good,” he told you, before kissing Paul’s cheek.

“No promises,” Paul said smiling sinisterly.

You laughed, “we’ll try.”

Dwayne chuckled and waved as he walked over to Marko and David who were both revving their engines.

Paul watched as Dwayne peeled off with the other boys, before turning back to you.

“Ready?” He asked.

You inhaled deeply, “as I’ll ever be,” you told him.

He smiled pulling you towards his bike and handing you a helmet “then let’s ride,” he said, grinning devilishly.

White knuckled, you gripped Paul’s abdomen, holding on as tightly as you could. He whooped and hollered as he sped down the beach on his bike, kicking up sand as he rode.

“Be careful!” You said, your voice shaking as you bounced on the back of the bike.

“Don’t worry babe I gotcha, I’d never let you fall sugar.” He reassured you, “feel free to hold on tighter if you scared though! I won’t mind if you squeeze a little,” he said looking over his shoulder to wink at you.

“Watch the road! Watch the road!” You said frantically.

“What road?” He laughed, “there’s nothing but sand for miles baby, don’t worry.”

You nuzzled your cheek into his back as you readjusted your grip around his waist. As much as it made you nervous sometimes, riding with Paul was always one of the highlights of your night.

You squealed and laughed as he took a sharp left into the forest, taking you home to the cave. Adrenaline tingled through your entire body as he made the familiar jump over the fallen tree blocking your route. You smiled as you held onto him tightly, knowing he liked to show off for you, but he’d never let you fall.

Paul parked his bike and dismounted before picking you up in his arms.

“Hey!” You said laughing, “I can walk by myself you know.”

“I know babe,” he told you, “but I love holding you! What’s the point of vampire strength if you can’t use it?? ‘s like holding a feather.” He said as he peppered sloppy kisses all over your face.

You both shimmied down into the cave where Dwayne was waiting for you with a mug in each hand. Paul raced over to where he was on the couch and took one, sitting down next to him and kissing his cheek.

You sat down in Dwayne’s lap as he handed you the other mug and slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

Paul gently repositioned your legs so they were laying across his lap, “Have fun?” Dwayne asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you laid your head against his chest, “Paul’s the fastest boy I know,”

“Not when it matters,” Paul said winking.

You laughed as Dwayne rolled his eyes.

You listened as Paul recounted the details of your joyride to Dwayne (with lots of added embellishment of course), by the end of his story your drinks were long finished and your mugs discarded.

“So,” you said, “what do you guys wanna do now?”

Both boys turned and shot you matching smirks.

“That’s what I thought,” you said laughing as Dwayne carried you to your nest, with Paul following closely behind.

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@pixielostboy @6lostgirl6 @misslavenderlady @anna1306 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @solobagginses @burnbookarilostgirl16 @its-freaking-bats

[bumblesimagines]

you haven't changed a bit.

do you ever think about what happened between us?

you look really good. i'm happy for you.

Donna Sheridan

you haven't changed a bit.

do you ever think about what happened between us?

you look really good. i'm happy for you.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

"Where the hell did Laz put it? Jesus." You hissed quietly under your breath, back aching from the time you spent crouched or bent over searching for the damn bottle of whiskey Lazaros had hidden for his own personal use after his mother had forbidden him from drinking in front of customers, not that the bar got any, to begin with, given Lazaros... unique singing and Sophia's often stern nature. "Next time I see him, I'm gonna-"

"(Y/N)! I've been looking everywhere for you, boy! Come meet our new singer." Sophia's voice sliced through the air, demanding and attention-grabbing as always, prompting you to flinch and lift your head only to slam right into the underside of the counter.

"Ow, fuck-"

"Language, (Y/N)." Sophia tsked as you properly wiggled out from under the counter and straightened up, one hand rubbing the sore spot on the back of your head. You heaved a sigh and spun on your heel, eyes drifting over the rather empty bar while you made your way to the end of the counter and finally took in the new singer. 

And she seemed just as surprised as you.

"(Y/N)?" A breathless, surprised, and giddy laugh escaped her as her eyes widened into saucers, the jaw-dropped look almost comical. You stared back at her in silence, your mind trying to piece together how your spunky ex from college managed to find you on a semi-remote Greek island. Donna moved first, practically throwing herself over the counter to wrap her arms around your shoulders. "I can't believe you're here! In Kalokairi, of all places! I mean, I know you mentioned you wanted to travel around Greece but I never expected the first place I visited to be where you were staying!"

"You know each other?" Sophia questioned, one brow arched as she watched Donna wiggle off the counter and plant her feet firmly back on the floor. Donna nodded excitedly in return, brushing some of her loose curls away from her face and laughing again. 

"Yeah! We, uh.. dated briefly in college and then... (Y/N) graduated and..." Donna trailed off, her fingers toying with a ring on her hand. Her teeth dug down into her bottom lip, a dejected look briefly appearing in her eyes. "We broke off. Totally mutual." She assured Sophia with a forceful laugh and you winced when you caught the squinty-eyed look Sophia shot your way.

"Good, good. This means you'll get along, right? That's good." Sophia pursed her lips, the look in her eye telling you that you'd receive an earful later. Donna had a way of making people like her, making them care for her. It seemed her charms even wormed their way into the stern, always straight-faced Sophia. "Feel free to warm up on the stage. I'm sure my son is... somewhere around here." 

"Oh, Laz went to see if Korianna would take him back. Again. With the whole band." 

"Ugh, God," Sophia sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose and heading toward the back doors to retrieve her son from his ex's porch again. You watched her go, withholding the urge to snort until she was out of earshot and out the door. Turning back to Donna, you licked your lips and cleared your throat.

"Uhm... I'm sure you know your way around here. The band will be back soon but, as Sophia said, you can warm up in the meantime. I'm sure you'll bring in customers without them, though." You offered her a smile and glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the selection of drinks you could offer her. "Do you want a beer? Wine? Ouzo?"

"Maybe later." Donna dismissed with a wave of her hand, her brown eyes slowly raking over you. "You... you look really good. I'm happy for you. I never thought I'd find you here. I thought you'd be putting that law degree into use in Greece, not working in a bar in the middle of the ocean. What- What do your parents think about it?"

"And you haven't changed a bit." It was comforting, at the very least, to know Donna hadn't changed her spunky, adventurous nature despite the time that'd passed. She still sported her typical vibrant, almost hippie-esque clothes and was still a singer. She'd always performed wherever they let her back when you'd been attending Oxford. England, Bristol, Reading. At any place in dire need of entertainment, Donna and the Dynamos would show up and show out. "What does the Ruby Sheridan think of her daughter coming to a small, basically unknown island to sing for the locals? This isn't Las Vegas, you know." 

"Well, she doesn't think anything of it 'cause she doesn't know. Like always, she didn't bother showing up to my graduation." Donna rolled her eyes, head shaking slightly, but you caught the hurt that appeared on her face. Despite every complaint, every huff and puff, and insult she threw at her mother, Donna never stopped caring or hoping for Ruby to turn a loving eye toward her. "I went to Paris, you know. Sang there a night or two but something was telling me to come here... to come to you, I guess."

"Maybe if I'd said Spain instead of Greece, that something would've pulled you to Ibiza or Tenerife."

"Maybe," Donna repeated softly, bracing her arms against the counter, her curls tumbling over her shoulders and framing her face perfectly. She traced random shapes into the wood with her fingertip, eyes jumping between looking at you and staring at the counter. "Do... do you ever think about what happened between us? Two years is a long time. Longest relationship I've ever been in."

You pursed your lips and sighed, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms over your chest, head tilting toward some of the fishermen stepping into the bar for their evening beer before they headed back out into the water. You acknowledged them with a nod and fixed up their usual drinks, feeling Donna's eyes locked on your every move. You returned once finished and finally looked her back in the eye. "Sometimes. I- I don't really know what to make of it, Donna. My parents always said it was some whirlwind thing that wouldn't last in 'the real world' and your friends always said it was fated. I was... confused, I guess. I told my family I needed a break and heard of this island when I was in Chania so I came here, found a job and a place to live." 

"I just wished you would've waited for me. You know I would've said yes to traveling, to anything, with you." 

"I'm sorry." You apologized softly, reaching out to curl your fingers around her arm gently. "I'm glad you're here, though. I think you'll really like this place."