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muzzlemouths · 2 years ago

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Pining, Here I Crumb

Takes place after the fire. You've invited two animatronics into your home and your new life has its ups and downs.

There's lots to learn, and plenty of room to grow as you work together to make the situation work. Most days it can get a little overwhelming.

But today, you make cookies. And that's enough.

Sun & Moon centric // Wordcount: 7057 // AO3 Vers.

There were ups and downs to living with two sentient animatronics.

For one, your mornings didn’t suck anymore. It was hard to be angry when the sound of your alarm clock had become Sun’s voice. Grocery shopping was easier with four hands (and two lists), and with their help, doing chores didn’t seem like such a, well, chore, anymore. You even found enjoyment in the day’s monotonous tasks, where getting dressed meant refereeing the arguments of two drastically different opinions on wardrobe, and brushing your teeth became the time they would tell you about their day. Your insomnia was non-existent, your self-care routine eventually becoming manageable with their help.

Having someone there to wake up and fall asleep to each day did wonders. Suddenly, life felt like it was worth living again. It felt warm, and exciting, and hopeful.

Then there were the downs. Hiding them in public was hard enough, but home is where the real issue lied. Such as today, when you arrived home from work, tired and hungry

– to the smell of something burning.

No actual smoke arose from the top of your house which, to be honest, is the only thing keeping you from hauling ass through your front door in a state of total panic. The smell is potent, though. Twice as bad from the very second you’re inside.

“Guys?” You balance both grocery bags in one arm and shut the door with your ankle, locking it with the other hand, “I’m home!”

Passing through the entryway, you see a small fan going at its highest setting and both windows pried open.

As you enter the kitchen it becomes obvious what happened. There stands Sun, dead center, splashed so heavily with flour that his “kiss the cook” apron looks plain white. In his hands, gripped so tight the handle looks squished between each finger, is your favorite sauce pan - a chunky, black mass with a threatening aura cemented to the bottom and sides.

He doesn’t immediately say anything to you. He won’t even look at you. The expression he’s making - sunrays completely limp against his head - tells you that he’s already feeling a little more than guilty about the situation. Weakly, he extends the pan in your direction, attempting to reconcile with soft eyes and a wobbling smile, “It’s…made with love?”

As you stand in the kitchen doorway, looking downright homicidal, you try to remind yourself that threatening him with dismantlement isn’t the patient or civil thing to do. However, your own silence speaks volumes.

Sun’s attempt at optimism deflates right in front of you. He retracts the offered pan and instead settles it on the stovetop, recollecting his hands behind his back so he can nervous-fiddle out of sight. “I- um –”

“I’m not mad, Sun,” you say, “I’m just disappointed. I thought we agreed on no more cooking while I’m out of the house?”

You find the expression is well placed, and serves as well as any threat might have, but the way he sinks in on himself completely - sunrays and all - makes you rethink the tactic. Of course you’re still upset, but maybe you should be a little easier on the poor guy. It’s obvious he wasn’t intending to make your house smell like raw ass and sulphur.

“I know, I know,” he whines, “but I knew you were getting home late, and that you’d be tired…” He points accusingly towards the pan, trying again to make light of things, “s-so I thought, well, I could make you dinner! And – And then you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

You take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose, and exhale with all of your chest, “That was a very sweet gesture, Sun,” you tell him with your most patient of voices, “but this is why I have that rule in place. What if–” you stop yourself early, knowing better than to encourage the idea of the house catching on fire. You’re sure he’s already thought that over good and hard. You’re sure fire was already the first thing to come to his mind from the second the recipe went bad. You take another long breath, steadying yourself, and try again, “We can give it another shot tomorrow, okay? Together.”

His rays peek out from beneath his faceplate. Evidently, the peace offering does well to perk him up. “You bet!” The wobbly smile returns as he stands up straight, giving you an eager nod, “I’ll make you the best dinner you’ve ever had. It’ll be so good, you’ll want more!”

You roll your eyes, but your exasperated smile in evitable, “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be…edible, at least.” Heading deeper into the kitchen, you pry open the fridge and set the bags in front of it to put away. “See if we have any air freshener to get this smell out of the house. I think there’s some in the bathroom.”

He doesn’t do that. Instead he stares, long and hard, for as long as it takes you to put away the first bag.

“Oh…you went to the store,” Even with your back turned to him you can hear the betrayal, the way his rays bob in place, “without me?” Suddenly he’s beside you again before you fully reach into the second, bent at the knee and unloading each item into the fridge so you don’t have to. That part’s normal, at least. “Did I miss something last time?”

“No, I came up with the idea this morning,” that seems to make him relax some - knowing he hadn’t messed up somewhere, “I wanted to do something fun for dessert, and we were almost out of milk, anyway. I stopped by on my way home from work.” You shoot him a softer expression and place your hand on his bended knee, “No big deal. Right?”

“…Right,” he whines after a beat, pouting a little about it anyway, “I guess not.”

He places the second to last item in the fridge and reaches into the bag for what’s left, coming back with a small bag of chocolate chips. His eyes flicker between the bag and you, before saying, “You know I love your creativity, sunshine, but I’m not sure these alone constitute a dessert.”

You take the bag from him with a laugh, getting back to your feet now, “They’re for cookies, Sun. We have the other ingredients already, I just needed the chips.”

“Oh!” He says. Staring again now.

You tease him, stretching it out. It’s cruel, sure, but the way he audibly fidgets and squirms in your peripheral vision is, admittedly, too cute not to instigate. Your hand reaches into the cupboards for a large bowl, then into another, for the box of sugar you know is buried deep.

“C…Could I–”

“Would you like to help me make them?”

His rays shoot out at full capacity. He’s remembered his energy in an instant, already at your side and bouncing on his heels, “Would I!” He exclaims, “Ohhh, are we making them right now? Are we? Oh, I’m already full of ideas! I can stir everything together for you, or – or crack the eggs!” Practically shaking at the core, Sun’s hands flap with excitement, “Do we have a recipe? I can look one up, if you need. Here - I’ll do it now!”

“Sun–”

“I found 71,500,000 results for chocolate chip cookies. Are we baking them to be soft and melty? Chewy? How many–”

“Sun!” You shoot a stern look over your shoulder, but your smile breaks it apart moments later. You’re finding it difficult to keep yourself from outright laughing, especially as his rays shrink back, again, expression all but embarrassed.

“Sorry,” he offers, fingers pinching together, “got carried away. Tell me what step one is and I’ll take it from there!”

You finally locate the sugar (who shoved it so far back in the first place?) and place it beside the bowl. “Why don’t you gather the rest of what we need while I make myself a tv dinner?” You turn back around again with a hum, “You can use those seventy-one million recipes you found to figure out which ingredients we’re using.”

“Aye-aye!” He salutes.

Certain that Sun can’t make a bigger mess of your kitchen, you pass him by and head for the freezer, poking your head in and reaching for the flat box of chicken alfredo that’s settled at the top of a stack of other tv dinners. Sun hates that you eat these things, but they’re cheap and easy, and clearly, he isn’t yet practiced enough to be making any suitable dinner replacements. So for now you get to keep your microwave food.

You carry it over to the counter opposite to Sun and use your fingers to dust off a thin layer of freezer burnt crust, then puncture the seal with your nail and tear it away. A quick glance in Sun’s direction tells you he’s already knee-deep into his recipes, judging solely by the way he’s hunched over the counter, finger tapping against his mouth in thought. Mumbling about salt and flour ratios.

“Don’t think about it too hard,” you laugh, “Cookies aren’t meant to be perfect, and every recipe is going to give you different directions, anyway. Find one that sounds good and just go for it!”

He straightens, looking like a deer in headlights, “You…you trust me to start?” He asks, “Without you?”

“Well, you can at least get started on measurements if you’ve found all the ingredients already,” you pry open the microwave and toss the box inside, “besides, I’m standing right here. What could go wrong?”

A lot. A whole lot could go wrong, frankly, but you were trying to reassure him after the dinner fiasco. It worked, too - because he’s already bunching up with excitement before the last word is even out of your mouth.

“I’ll follow the directions to the letter, scouts honor!” He promises, hand over heart. Then, almost immediately after with an awkward smile and pinching fingers, “…would you mind explaining to me again which one is a teaspoon and which is a tablespoon?”

The microwave muffles your exasperated sigh.

You end up eating dinner over an episode of your favorite show after both of you agree that cookies are a team effort. Despite trying his best to wait patiently, Sun is entirely impatient about it. Foot tapping, posture shifting every few seconds, his rays spin on a continues cycle as a way to stim out the need to do something — anything — right that very second.

When your fork hits the emptied container he all but leaps to his feet, already making his way towards the kitchen before you even get a word in. If only there were a way to syphon some of that boundless energy into your own body, you’d get so much done around here.

“Come on, come on, come on!” He whines from beside the counter, “Those cookies won’t make themselves!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming, geez,” you groan under your breath and hoist yourself onto to your feet, “they aren’t going to run off anywhere, either, you know.”

He’s already back to the recipe again by the time you toss out the box and drop your fork in the sink. There’s a few measuring cups in his hands and he’s delicately shifting each between his fingers. “The recipe calls for three and a half cups of flour, so that’s…” he shuffles the cups again, squinting, then dislodges one of them in particular (the correct one) and raises it for your approval, “this one?”

“Mhm,” you confirm with a nod, “that’s the cup we’ll be using the most, so don’t stick it in the sink yet. Go ahead and portion the flour into that bowl while I get out the milk.”

“Oh,” he scoops the cup into your bag of flour, careful not to spill this time, “we shouldn’t add the milk just yet! It’s better to add in all the ‘dry ingredients’ first, and the ‘wet ingredients’ second.”

You shoot him a look over your shoulder.

“What!” He squawks, “That’s what the recipe says!”

Deflating some at that, you replace the milk in its spot with a low, tired sigh, “Well, I did tell you to follow the recipe, so I can’t argue with you now.” Hands on your hips, you spin around to face him, “Would be easier if both of us could see this recipe, you know. I don’t how confident I am in your comprehension of measurements.”

“You trust me, don’t you?” Sun’s faceplate swivels to meet you with a smile so fond, it makes you forgive the amount of white powder scattered all over his apron (and your counters and cupboards and floors).

You mirror it and meet him by the counter, “Of course I do,” your hand gently dusts his apron clean again. As soon as the final half a cup makes it into the bowl you use both apron straps to tug him down to your level, smile widening, your lips meeting his. His hands go up, cup forgotten in the bowl as he melts against you.

Remnants of flour spread across your arms and shirt from where he’s held firm on your chest, a mess you’ll have to clean later, but only an afterthought, for now. Your mind buzzes with nothing but the thought of him pressed into you, warm and sweet, and relish in the way his hands lower a moment later to tuck you further against him.

It’s pure indulgence. His hands at the back of your neck and the small of you back, holding you there with the same brace as you have on his apron, keeping you close, keeping you near, keeping you together - as though you weren’t ever meant to be apart.

It’s you who breaks the kiss and only after you’re entirely parched for air. Your hands release him, but he stays put, warm and grinning with dopy eyes. “What?” You ask him, giggling, and you point to his apron, “It says ‘kiss the cook’”

“Huh?” He releases you (albeit with a good deal of reluctance) and stares, helter-skelter, down at his apron.

Your own smile becomes a smirk as you face the counter again, “Come on, these cookies aren’t going to make themselves, right?”

“You little–”

“Language!” You chime in, making him absolutely steam.

“I wouldn’t have!” His voice diminishes into grumbling, his rays tucking with a pout, “It’s not polite to tease, you know.” He retrieves the cup from where it’s buried in the flour, “you’re only going to work us up if you keep going like that.”

“Mh, maybe after the cookies are done.”

The measuring cup lands with a silent thunk back into the flour, again. Sun looks at you fully. You smile from the corner of your eyes.

“You mean it?”

“Pass the cup over here so I can measure the sugar.”

His expression flattens, squinting at your dismissal. He rediscovers his charisma a minute later and puts on his sweetest of voices, “I could give you some sugar right now, instead,” he coos.

Your finger raises and holds against his mouth, a tsk on your breath, “Not now, loverboy. Either we finish these cookies before it gets any darker outside or we don’t get them at all, capiche? I have an early shift tomorrow.”

He whines, pouting, sunrays drooping and feet stomping a little in place, “Fine,” he finally huffs, “but I’m getting you back for this later,” he hands the measuring cup your way after dusting the flour from it, “and I won’t forget. I have a pretty good memory.”

“I don’t doubt it for a moment, sunflower,” you pour half a cup of white sugar, and reach past him for the brown sugar, “Now how about you tell me our next ingredient.”

Relenting, he forcibly redirects himself back to the recipe with a sigh, “One teaspoon of baking soda, and one teaspoon of baking powder.” He begins to fiddle with the ring of measuring spoons, hunting out the one he needs, “What’s the difference, anyway?”

“Beats me,” you laugh, “What comes after? I’ll get that ready while you’re dishing those out.”

“A teaspoon of salt – Oh, here it is!” He separates the teaspoon from the others with a triumphant smile, “Anddddd… butter, looks like. A cup of it.”

“Butter, huh? We must have reached the last of the dry ingredients.” You come back to the fridge and take a full stick from it’s shelf, then reach for the milk below it, thinking you might as well get both out at once. “Are there eggs in this recipe?”

“Two!” He says.

You nod, “Go ahead and stir everything together while I get this stuff out. There should be a whisk around here somewhere.”

“Where?” He drops both ingredients in and taps the last of it from the teaspoon.

“In a drawer.”

“Which drawer?”

“Hell if I know – it’s gotta be in one of them, though.”

His faceplate spins around with an annoyed expression, “I may not be able to make a plate of dinner but at least I have all my ducks in a row,” forward facing again, he begins his search by opening and going through every drawer from front to back, eventually finding it wedged between two spatulas halfway down the kitchen.

“Excuse me for not having the executive function to put things away and remember where it is I put them,” you settle the butter, milk and eggs on the counter, “you should be grateful I can even accomplish one of those - I used to just leave stuff in the sink until it wasn’t useable anymore.”

“Mh, I believe it,” Sun tsks, side-eyeing you from across the way, “that’s all stirred up if you want to move on. The next ingredient is vanilla extract. Do we have that?”

“In the cupboard to my right,” you gesture with your chin and begin to pour out the milk.

“Well, at least you know where that is.”

“Watch it.”

He passes you with a smirk, taking the time to plant a quick peck to the top of your head. “Only teasing,” he promises.

You hum beneath the kiss, smiling to yourself between cracked eggshells and folded butter. He reaches over your head to add in the vanilla a minute later. You hand off the bowl, and he whisks it together while you find the chocolate chips.

You find it comes easy, this relationship. The thought of being so domestic with someone had never really crossed your mind before now. It felt like a thought too distant to pursue, too much of a long shot to have any hope in.

Yet here you are, by each other’s side late into the evening. Making cookies.

Sun looks at you from the side, smiling, and you return the gesture with a fluttering heart. “Stop that,” you giggle.

“Stop what?” He’s quick to coo right back, evidently knowing exactly what you mean.

“You’re going to make my ears red if you keep staring like that.” You grab the chocolate chips and return to his side, “so, stop it.”

“Why?” He takes the bag from you, pries it open, returns it to you, "It’s payback for all that teasing earlier. Besides,” his neck cranes and his face lowers to meet yours, his gaze lazy and sweet as syrup, “I love the way you look when you’re blushing.”

Well, now there’s no hiding it. Your face heats up to the ears and you sputter for a moment, too distracted to notice you’re still pouring in chips until the bag is suddenly too light in your hands.

You’ve emptied it entirely.

“Aw, fuck,”

“Language~”

“Sunny, so help me–”

With no way to properly retrieve the excess of chips without getting your hands messy, you elect to leave them in and accept that your cookies will just be a bit on the chunky side. Sun offers to stir, and does so with visible effort this time.

You leave his side for long enough to find the plastic wrap. Thankfully, you know exactly where the roll of it is, and you return to him half a second later with it in hand.

“What’s that for?” He removes the whisk (a little bent out of shape from the texture it just endured) and sets it to the side.

“To put over the bowl. The batter has to sit overnight.”

“What?” He makes an audible whine, “My recipe doesn’t say anything about leaving them overnight!”

You forcibly pry the bowl out of his hand and seal it from the top, “Maybe not, but this is how I’ve always done it. Cookies taste better that way.” You give him a pitying smile, “They have to go in the fridge for at least eight hours, and it’s already late, so it’ll be easier if we just leave them until I get home from work tomorrow.”

Sun whines, again, this time louder. “There’s no instant gratification in that,” he wails, “what am I supposed to do while I’m waiting?”

“Well for one, you could help me with the dishes.” You turn away from the sight of his sulking rays with a light chuckle, placing the bowl way back in the fridge, so you’ll hear it if he tries to get into them early. “Besides, we’ll be too busy for cookies.”

“We will?”

“Mhm,” you shut the fridge and look over, “won’t we?”

“…Oh. Oh!” Suddenly rediscovering his spirit, Sun happily marches over to the sink and digs his arms into the mess of dishes. “Well in that case, I’ll get these spick ‘n span before you have the time to say achoo!”

“And the floors, too?” You crook an eyebrow and point to the expanse of flour still covering every inch of surface, "and my cupboards? The counter?” Your accusing finger reaches him, “And you, too, mister. You’re still covered in dinner debris.”

“Right, yes, well,” his hands settle a dish in the drying rack and then fold together with a nervous glow, “of course I’ll clean all of that, too, and myself with it. Don’t you worry about a thing!” He reaches for another dish, “Just go ahead and kick your feet up, dear, I’ll take care of everything.”

Exhaling - a little wistfully, at that - you shake your head at his antics, “I’m headed for a shower, then. Try not to burn anything else while I’m gone?” It’s said with love, your lighthearted tone made to match.

“Mmm, I won’t,�� he promises with a smug face, “Try not to miss me too much while you’re gone~”

You meet each other in the middle, gazes a mirrored sneer, completely enamored with the other in this special moment you’ve created. “It’ll be tough,” you sigh, “but I’ll manage.”

When you leave the kitchen it’s with great reluctance, accompanied by a cheesy smile, and a heart that beats too quick.

You always hope for a full night’s rest, especially the times when you have an early shift first thing in the morning. Most days, Moon helps you to bed in ways that actually work, properly fixing your sleep schedule after some time of this - another perk of them living in your house - and for that you’re incredibly grateful. Other days, however, Moon himself is the reason you’re losing sleep.

Like tonight, for instance, when you wake up to the pitch-black and the sight of him standing beside your bed. Staring.

Still half-asleep, you rub at your eyes with one hand and reach for your phone with the other, squinting blearily through the intrusion of light to read the time; 4am. “Moon,” Slowly, and with all the patience you can muster in your drowsy state, you try to find a polite way to respond, ”what are you doing in my room at four in the goddamn morning?“

“Cookies are done.” Is all he says, tone flat, like it’s obvious.

“Mghh…” you force yourself into a slouched position and attempt to run the sleep from your eyes, “what do you mean they’re done?” The thought of them using your oven while you slept hits you like a sledgehammer, and suddenly you’re wide awake and sitting fully upright, “oh, god, you guys didn’t bake them alone, did you?”

Moon shakes his head. Points again at the time on your phone, being careful of the light. “Cookies are done,” he repeats, “It’s been eight hours.”

You blink. Then you blink again. As the realization dawns on you, your panic becomes irritation, then outright fury. “You mean to tell me you woke me up an hour before the break of dawn for – for cookies?” Your head shakes quickly, adamantly, “No, absolutely not. I have a shift tomorrow, Moon. Get out of my room.”

Unlike Sun, it’s harder to tell when he’s pouting. Moon’s posture changes in the slightest, from slouching to standing up straight, hanging his head to the side like an old, begging dog. He sits on your floor a moment later, crossing his legs, and looks up at you expectantly.

“Moon, I said no.” You crawl back under the covers again and pull them over your head so you don’t have to look at him. Still, you feel his eyes on you, unmoving, and though he’s entirely silent the knowledge of him simply being there is enough to draw you back out again.

You scowl from beneath the blankets with a frown and baggy eyes, “You’re not going to leave until we make those cookies, are you?”

Moon shakes his head.

Sighing deeply, you bring yourself out of the covers entirely and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. “Fine,” you relent, “though for the record, I had promised Sun we’d finish the cookies together.”

“Sun’s asleep.” Says Moon.

“That doesn’t make it better - in fact that makes this worse. You realize how that makes this worse, right?”

Already, he’s standing, ushering you towards the bedroom door, “He won’t mind,” Moon promises - and you have a hard time believing it, “can make cookies again later. He’ll get the memories, anyway.”

You reach the door and turn, arms crossing over your chest, refusing to budge another step, “Be that as it may, this time was promised to him. You owe him for this. Promise me you’ll make it up to him somehow.”

Moon rolls his eyes. You still don’t budge. He slumps, arm against the doorframe, “Alright,” he mews, speaking oh-so sweet for the look of disregard on his face, “I promise.”

Squinting up at him in the dark, you make your disbelief known and poke a finger against at his chest, “You better, or I’ll make you regret lying to me. You know how he gets.”

“I know, I know.”

You’re sated well enough with that. Turning heel, you locate your slippers by the door and head for the kitchen, taking care to leave the light switches where they are. It makes the whole process that much harder, of course, blindly stumbling through your own house in the dark like this, but he’ll bitch and whine if you kick him out that way now.

Once you’ve made it to the kitchen you feel around for a smaller switch above the stove. It flickers on with only enough light to illuminate a small space on the counter, merely as bright as the screen in their daycare, and well within Moon’s ability to stay himself.

Moon peeks around the corner, first, making sure it’s safe to enter. Dipping into the edge of the light with a toe first, like it’s murky water that will swallow him up. He looks thoroughly pleased to stand just beside it once it’s deemed safe.

With a yawn, you march towards the fridge, tugging it open with more effort than needed earlier that evening. You blink away the slumberous haze in the back of your mind and reach in for the bowl which is now cold to the touch.

Moon interrupts you, claiming it from your hand. He shuts the refrigerator with his elbow, and you laugh, a little stupid from lack of sleep, making his head tilt.

“The–” you giggle, “–the five night’s at freddy’s will be at… the fridge.” He blinks. You blink back. “Oh, you probably don’t get that. Never mind.”

Passing him by, you place the bowl onto your counter and point to a low cupboard, “There’s a baking sheet in there – probably. I think.” Another yawn. You shake your head vigorously to rid of it, genuinely trying your best to wake up, now. It’s obvious you’re going through with this, so you might as well be coherent for it.

Moon peers sideways in the direction of your point.

“What?” You peel the film of plastic wrap away, “I’m not doing this by myself, Moon. If you’re going to wake me up at ass-o-clock in the night, then you’re helping. Get the baking sheet or I’m going back to bed.”

He makes a noise from his throat and swivels, legs first, then torso, then head, and bends at the waist to reach the cupboards, prying them open with a grunt.

“You may have to move some stuff out of the way–”

Metal drags against each other like nails on a chalkboard, then there’s a clatter, and a mess of pans and ovenware spills onto your kitchen floor. An avalanche caused by the trigger-point in Moon’s hand.

He raises the baking sheet in the air with a too-smug expression, “Found it.”

It takes you a few deep breaths to remember your patience again. At the very least, you’re fully awake now. The noise having been so deafening it did away with the last of your sleep – and probably your neighbor’s, too. “Moon…” you groan into your hands, “please, can you at least try to be a little quieter? Not everyone is awake at this hour.”

“Not my fault,” he states, shrugging.

With a grumble under your breath you turn back to the matter at hand, stretching on your toes to reach the can of cooking spray a few shelves up. Your fingers grasp against the metal, just out of reach, and it’s then that you feel him come to stand behind you. He easily fetches the can and brings it down to your level, handing it over with a smile you can hear more than see.

“Thanks,” you mumble, not wanting to see the cheeky look on his face. You do turn to face him, eventually, if only because you need him out of the way for the next step. “Why are you so invested in this, anyway?” You take the sheet from his hand and give it a healthy layer of oil, half considering using this stuff on him the next time his joints need a refresher, “baking doesn’t really seem like your kind of thing.”

“It’s not,” he affirms with a nod, “but you are.”

“Flatterer,” you snort and nudge him with the blunt side of the can, doing your best to keep your face from going hot all over again, “I mean it, though. You normally couldn’t care less about this kind of stuff - you know, human stuff. That’s more Sunny’s thing.”

He shifts all of a sudden, like you struck a cord. “Maybe I want to.” He says.

“To…care? About human stuff?” You set the can aside. He nods. “Why now?”

Again, he shifts, looking uncomfortable under the spotlight. “Looks like fun,” he mumbles, crossing his arms and looking away, “when it’s with you.”

Oh. Oh.

You’re glad he isn’t looking your way, because your face gives everything away, an open book to show what he’s done to you with those four simple words. “Well…that’s sweet,” you swallow the heat in your chest and rub at the back of your neck, mumbling a little yourself, “there’s plenty of other things we could have done that are more up your alley, you know. Things that don’t involve waking me up at ungodly hours of the night.”

“Sorry,” his eyes flash your way, “we can stop–”

“No, no,” your hand waves to dismiss the idea, reaching forward instead to preheat the oven, “I don’t mind if we keep going. I’m up already, anyway, there would be no point in stopping now.” You take the bowl in one hand and gesture with it, “Come on, you can help me roll the dough.”

It’s faint, but the smile that appears is there nonetheless, and only halfway a smirk. He comes to stand at your side and patiently extends an open palm. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Here,” you take half a handful of cookie dough and drop it into his waiting hand, then collect a second portion for yourself, “now, we need to roll them into balls so they flatten right when they go into the oven. If you roll your hands together like this–” you show him at a patient speed, smiling to yourself as a ball begins to form in your hands, “–then you should have the right shape in no time!”

He watches you do it, first and foremost, before trying himself. Then, when he thinks he’s got it, Moon replicates your actions to the letter. The result? A ball so perfectly circular it looks like something out of a magazine. His grin reaches his ears when he turns to show you.

“No need to show off,” you grumble, jabbing him in the side with your elbow and a smile, “If you’re that good at it you can just finish these yourself.”

He sets the rolled ball onto the sheet and reaches in for another glob of dough. “I want to do it with you,” he says, quiet as the night outside, “together.”

Your face remembers it’s color, that burst of warmth swelling up no matter how many times you shove it back down again. You say nothing, but jab him in the side once again. His hip bumps playfully against yours. You laugh, swatting him away.

He smiles at you like the stars smile on the earth.

“Hang on, I have an idea,” he says suddenly, “stay there.”

Hesitantly, you stay put, letting the dough still in your hands as he sets his own (equally spherical) ball onto the sheet and comes to stand behind you, instead. From there he reaches over you, his arms floating just above your shoulders, chin resting atop your head. He can still reach both the bowl and the baking sheet from here, a fact that he practically rubs in, and one that only proves to widen his toothy grin.

It’s not all awful, though. Having his chest pressed against your back. From here you can feel the warmth behind his frame, the subtle clicks of machinery hard at work. Something like a heartbeat. You don’t mind it at all.

“Ready to continue?” He asks. Only now do you realize you’d gone silent - you were leaning against him, in fact, allowing him to hold more of your weight than needed, pressed against his heavy chest. The knowing purr in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed. “Or would you like to wait a while longer? Move to the couch, maybe–”

“Will you shut up,” you sigh with exasperation, your face and ears and chest all burning you alive. His snicker is loud and abundant, and it eases some of the tension in your shoulders, “back to rolling dough, you loser. We’ll be up all night at this rate.”

“Fine by me,” he hums, meeting your glare with an equally adventurous expression. To his credit, he does continue with the dough once he’s satisfied with sufficiently ruffling your feathers.

There are fourteen balls of dough - seven lumpy, and seven by all means perfect - sitting politely on the baking sheet by the time it’s full. You both wash the gunk from your hands, then you gently shoo him a foot or two backwards so you can safely open the oven door. A good thing you did, too, because he shrinks away from the heat with an audible hiss as it reaches his silicone skin.

“Don’t worry,” you say, slapping the top of your stove, “the bad temperature stays inside the big black box.”

“Don’t patronize me,” he grumbles.

“You started it,” you tease. You’re careful not to push. “You might as well find something to do. These have to stay in for fifteen minutes, at least. Maybe twenty.” You bend and slide the baking sheet onto the top rack, then close up the oven and set a timer from the front.

“Again, with the waiting,” he groans and settles himself back on the floor, legs crossing over each other. Then he pats the space in his lap. “Guess you’ll have to entertain me until then.”

“Mh, very funny,” you say, “I know a trap when I see one. If I sit there now you’ll never let me back up again. That’s how you get burnt cookies.”

His hands go up in submission, smile as innocent as he can make it, “I’ll behave,” he promises you, “cross my heart.”

“You don’t have a heart, Moon.”

“Ouch,” his grin turns wolfish, “that’s hurtful, starlight. Semantics. I promised I’d be good, and I will. You can trust me.”

Your eyes narrow; Moon isn’t exactly the most trustworthy person to begin with, but especially not when he’s got that shit eating grin spread across his face. Still, you’re admittedly very, very sleepy, and Moon is warm, and his lap sounds awfully inviting right now despite the danger.

“Fine,” you give in with a yawn and a deep, full body stretch, easing your arms over your head for a moment before coming to stand in front of him, “but only because if I go back to my bed now I don’t think I’ll get back up.”

His smile eases into something more friendly once he knows he’s won. He takes a careful hold of your wrists and guides you where he wants you until you’re tucked close, chest-to-chest. “See? That’s not so bad, is it?”

“Mh,” Your head lowers, chin tucking so you don’t have to look him in the eyes. From this position it’s either that or pressing your face flat against him, and you aren’t about to get that close. “You never answered me, you know,” you look at him from the side, “I meant it when I said we could try other things - I know you’re not one for messier projects, like crafts, or gardening, or baking, but maybe there’s something we could find that we both enjoy. Like video games, or…sports, maybe.”

“Sports?” His hand cradles your back, keeping you still. The other raises to brush the hair from your eyes. “I’m about as keen on those as you are, star,” he hums, “which is not at all.”

“Well, I don’t know,” your body betrays you with another yawn, “I’m just spitballing here, man. It’s late.”

“Indeed,” he brushes the hand through your hair thoroughly before it falls to the back of your neck, clasping there firmly and dragging you closer, ignoring the stutter that stirs from you. He places your chin against his shoulder, your nose tucked close against his throat. You squirm only a little. “Rest,” he hushes, “I’ll wake you when the cookies are done.”

You whine against him, but dare not move further than this. His lower hand soothes along your spine in gentle strokes, pulling you deeper into a drowsy lull, and from there it’s only a matter of time before your eyes are drooping. “Don’ let the cookies burn…” you slur from the brink of sleep, “’m trusting you.”

Moon bends only enough to reach your head, where he plants a kiss so soft, you nearly miss it, “You have my word, starlight,” he promises, “get some sleep, now.”

Content with that answer, you allow yourself to be pulled under.

What wakes you isn’t the timer going off, or the smell of freshly baked cookies, right out of the oven. What wakes you is the clatter of the oven door closing, and Moon’s gentle swear under his breath as you stir in his arms from the noise.

You don’t remember how you got here, tucked under a small blanket and sitting on his hip, your arms tucked around his shoulders. He carries you effortlessly, using his free hand to push the baking tray up the stovetop so the cookies can rest, an oven mitt situated awkwardly on his hand. He’s quick to discard of it when he notices you, moving to rub a hand over your back again, shushing you back to sleep.

Your head lifts, anyway, looking around. “Nh…Moon?” You blearily stare up at him, “Why didn’t you wake me? I thought…mh…” your head lands heavily back to his shoulders, “I thought you didn’t like the oven?” You might actually be drooling on him.

If he cares, he doesn’t say anything about it. “You have a shift in the morning,” he reminds you with a hum, and a hint of irony, “go back to sleep, star. Let me take care of things.”

“Nn…” you aren’t one to argue, especially now, when there isn’t a single coherent thought left between the haze of sleep and the warmth of Moon’s arms, “What about th’ cookies?”

“I’ll put them away when they’re cooled,” he tells you. A second later, the small kitchen light clicks, and the room is enveloped in darkness. It does wonders to convince you. The kiss he plants against your cheek makes you pliant, wanting nothing more than to stay right there for as long as he would let you.

“Okay…” another yawn, this one softer, already drifting off once again. It takes the sound of your oven turning off to fully sate you, and by then, you’re only a half step away from being pulled back under by force. “G’night, Moon…”

He carries you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, gently lowering you to the bed. When you don’t release your hold he doesn’t fight it, but rather, climbs in beside you and tucks the blankets over you both, tucking you against him fully from here. “Nighty night, star,” he sings to you.

And then, in a whisper, “I’ll be sure to save you a cookie.”

#drabbles #fnaf fanfic #sun x reader #moon x reader #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #this one's ALLLLLL fluff #come an' get it!

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squashonesquashtwosquashthree · 8 months ago

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ok so i just read the article about how williams racing is going through systems/productions improvements but i wanna focus on the excel list bit cause that bit is so relatable in a silly goofy way.

i’m working as a mechanical engineer and this is my first job out of college so im Assuming that by “excel lists” james means bill of materials which is So Fun And Relatable cause MY company is Also switching to an ERP system FROM EXEL BOMs‼️‼️‼️ like. i’m literally working on an excel BOM Right Now. and there’s a couple things about an f1 team using excel BOMs (and the switch to ERP) that are like. Oh Williams. Oh Man.

so first of all i’m working w BOMs with a couple hundred purchased + manufactured parts. and it’s Already a nightmare to work with so i can Not imagine working with several thousand. we also tend to have a lot of standard parts so there isn’t much revision necessary. but in f1 there’s Constant testing and design upgrades so parts are Constantly being revised. if you revise any part you gotta revise the BOM While Keeping record of the previous iteration(s) of the parts ordered, so if a parts getting fiddled with Multiple times, that entire BOM is getting revised. Multiple times. in the case i’m familiar with this means striking out a line item and sticking the revised version in a new line underneath. this Already sucks if it’s <10 items being revised once or twice, it’s definitely a nightmare if it’s hundreds of parts getting revised dozens of times. i’m straight up having a Moment imagining what these BOMs must look like and having to hunt for the correct part revisions

it’s also more of a nightmare if Multiple people are working on a project and have to revise the same BOM at the same time,,, like it’s a headache if One other person is fuckin w the excel BOM i’m currently working on and i gotta figure out wtf got changed,,,,,, imagine a whole team,,,,,

second of all. again this is my first job out of college so i have no frame of reference but my other coworkers that Have worked for multiple (and larger) companies are all like,,,,,,, No One Else In The Industry Used Excel BOMs What The Fuck. if my smedium company in fuck ass nowhere in the US is in the dark ages for using excel BOMs, then williams racing,,,, at the pinnacle of motorsport or whatever,,,,,,, is practically neolithic.

it also takes a Lot of work and manpower to switch to an ERP system, like i’m not really involved w it at my company but i know that there’s a lot of effort being put into fixing parts that were modeled poorly and fixing naming conventions for parts And that we were supposed to switch to ERP almost like,,,, a full year ago but it hasn’t happened yet cause it’s more work + more complicated than expected

tl;dr williams racing u are everything to me but this is Not the way i wanted u to be relatable, u are so sexy pls get ur ERP system working

#f1 #ivy putting his 1.5 years of engineering experience to use #williams racing #also sorry if this is incoherent i just had to get it out there cause oh my god #like james was like erp system!! and i was like hOLD ON WHAT #I KNOW WHAT THAT IS #and then he’s like Excel Lists #and i’m like OH MY GOD NOOOOOO

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halseybellaclementine · 1 year ago

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i linked my account since halsey does tumblr as well! so i’m back :) i love my job it’s really great money so doing well there. i bought myself a car in december - a honda which i really love ! my son is almost 17 now and he has a job as a cook and i couldn’t be more proud of him!! we have a new dog (Finn- he’s actually my sons dog) we got 2 years ago when Sparky passed away. that was a sad time. also Bella, my most beautiful baby girl- my best friend in the entire universe, passed in September. it’s been so hard without her here. but she gives me strength every day. having her was a complete blessing because she got me through the most difficult times of my life!

lately i’ve been traveling to Nashville, Atlanta, and recently to Fort Lauderdale for concerts (halsey twice) and to visit my family in Tennessee. last year i saw halsey and i was in the pit at the stage and let me tell you it was insane and so amazing!! unfortunately i caught covid after that! but it wasn’t as bad as others have experienced thankfully and i didn’t pass it to my family cause i’m a germaphobe lol. before that concert i had surgery on my right wrist because i ruptured all of my ligaments & dislocated my midcarpal joint. sadly it was from abusive relationships that i was in, and it wore down my ligaments and what-not down so far, that when i got my job with amazon, it was just a disaster and sadly had to leave that place cause i can’t use my wrist the same way anymore. constant pain so it sucks but it’s okay. i learned to deal with it. i went to occupational therapy which was nice cause i had muscle atrophy so that was wild.

i’m also very thankful i ditched all of the toxic people & things that i had in my life. i lost a lot of good people due to that whom i miss dearly and think about all of the time. i hope they’re okay but hey i know it was my fault because i let others dictate me and my life. i was too scared to stand up for myself & i paid the consequences.

in 2020 i was hospitalized once again but they diagnosed me with borderline personality disorder & it really just made everything make sense. i had to go through numerous therapy classes like s*xual assault, EMDR, DBT, grief therapy, etc. it took a long time to get on the right track but i’m finally here. it’s crazy looking back on my old posts because i honestly never thought i’d be here- i never thought that i could get to a happy place. of course life isn’t perfect, as nothing is, but i’ve learned how to cope and manage. i feel like a completely different and new person now.

anyways june 23 i flew to fort lauderdale to see halsey with a live string ensemble! it was a really awesome show! i was on the floor section in row 7 and i just so glad to have been able to see her again. the hard rock hotel and casino down there was so huge in my opinion! it was soooo amazing! the weather was extremely hot and i vowed to accept the hot weather up where i live (which wasn’t as hot as down there) but when i came back we have been under a heat wave from texas and the temperatures have been scorching hot! way worse than south florida haha! can’t wait to see halsey again!!

soon i’ll be picking up my son from work & then heading to bed! by the way i love my new bed i bought last year! so comfy 😆

wow i still can’t believe how far i’ve come. my daddy and Bella would be so proud!! anyways i should get off here. there’s so much good that has happened i’m sure i’ll post more soon.

sorry for the long post and thank you to those who took the time to read :)

#Spotify

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seita · 4 years ago

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― they take your virginity.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ, sʜɪɴsᴏᴜ + sʜɪɴᴅᴏ.

can i request a headcanon of bakugo, todoroki, shindo and shinso taking his s/o virginity... idk if you write about virginity but I’m just soooo curious and I like your headcanons ─ anon

⤑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

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i absolutely write about virginity! thank you so much, i hope you like these as well!

― katsuki bakugou.

≻ he’s definitely got some experience. ≻ he’s more of a relationship kinda guy vs a one night stand type. ≻ so when he says that he can wait for you to be ready, he rlly means it. ≻ he’s had to wait before and he’s cool with it. ≻ he doesn’t need to have sex by any means. ≻ tho it’s rlly fun and he finds it much easier to show his love and affection physically rather than verbally ≻ it’s fine. your happiness comes before his dick. ≻ so when you finally tell him you’re ready, he’s excited!! ≻ like he can finally show you what he’s been holding back. ≻ he wishes he could say he was gentle but ≻ gentle truly isn’t in his nature. ≻ he’s a rough kind of guy, it’s who he is to the core. ≻ but he makes sure you’re prepared with extra lube and everything. ≻ it may not be the soft, sweet candlelit first time girls often daydream about ≻ but it’s exhilarating and pleasurable all the same. ≻ he does his best to make sure you feel good every second of it. ≻ your pleasure comes before his and he works extra hard to make you feel good. ≻ afterwards, he makes sure to take care of you. ≻ you can give him some criticism if you’d like but he won’t particularly ask you anything beyond if you enjoyed it, if you’re okay, and if anything hurt.

― shoto todoroki.

≻ honestly it’s probably his first time as well so he’s a bit clueless. ≻ he never really dated in highschool and then when he became a pro, his schedule became so busy, he just never really got to properly date. ≻ plus there were a lot of women who just wanted the bragging rights of fucking Pro Hero Shoto. ≻ and when he rejected them, they typically bailed because they weren’t getting what they wanted. ≻ it hurt his feelings a bit but when he found you, he was amazed. ≻ you had laid it out for him that you didn’t want to have sex with him because you were a virgin. ≻ and he was more than happy to go along with it, revealing he was too. ≻ which was a shock because like ≻ top 5 hero and incredibly good looking? ≻ as a result, your relationship wasn’t built on physical intimacy beyond kissing. ≻ it wasn’t until the two of you were dating for a while that you finally came to him to let him know you were ready when he was. ≻ he was nervous, to say the least. ≻ as a result, the first time is a bit clumsy. ≻ he’ll constantly ask you if you’re okay and what he should do next ≻ you obviously know your body better than he does so he’ll touch you were you indicate you want ≻ or touch where it seems you like it the most. ≻ “right theres” or “that feels good” goes a long way with him. ≻ he’s a fast learner so by the end, he’ll already have picked up on a lot of important things for future use. ≻ he’s more concerned about you so he’ll reject anything where you offer to touch him or suck him off or anything. ≻ save that for a later date. ≻ he truly just wants to focus on you. ≻ afterwards, he’ll just hold you and silently cuddle with you. ≻ he’s a bit embarrassed and shy ≻ so wait a while before talking about it with him hehe. ≻ he’s also a little insecure, scared he didn’t do as good as he thinks he did and you were faking it or something. ≻ reassure him a bit and all will be well. ≻ he’s willing to learn everything necessary.

― hitoshi shinsou.

≻ being your first is not something he takes lightly at all. ≻ he doesn’t let it get to his head nor does he think of it as some ego boost. ≻ for him, it’s important because he knows the first time can mold your entire outlook on sex for the future. ≻ he thinks it’s sweet you’ve been saving your first time for so long. ≻ where most people lost theirs in highschool, you never fell into that trap ≻ instead, you waited for a steady relationship before deciding. ≻ and it just so happened pro hero hitoshi shinsou was The One. ≻ and he was entirely grateful that you trusted him like that. ≻ he’s sweet and slow with you definitely. ≻ he wants to make sure it feels good and intimate for you. ≻ this isn’t him fucking you to get either of you off ≻ he’s doing this to make you feel appreciated, safe, and loved ≻ after the two of you get used to having sex he’ll start bringing his normal rougher dominant side into it ≻ but the first few times are filled with hand holding, slow caresses, and deep thrusts. ≻ he makes you cum but doesn’t overstimulate you. ≻ he doesn’t want this to be a more overwhelming experience than it already is. ≻ afterwards, he’ll talk to you endlessly and provide pretty thorough aftercare ≻ he’ll take a bath with you and massage your body to ease away any aches ≻ he’ll ask what you did and didn’t like and promise not to do anything again if you didn’t like or files it away if you did like it. ≻ he’ll hold you close and give you sweet, chaste kisses while telling you how much he loves you and thanks for you trusting him.

― yo shindo.

≻ he’s had the most pussy out of all of these guys. ≻ he’s a one night stand type of dude when he’s single. ≻ and he’s pretty hot and charasmatic. ≻ and strong. and a pro. ≻ so he’s got ladies lining up for blocks for one taste of his dick. ≻ aaaand he’s taken his fair share of virginities as well. ≻ but when he gets with you and learns how you’re just not ready at all ≻ can’t lie he’s a bit bummed ≻ and he honestly thought the relationship wouldn’t last bc he didn’t think he couldn’t live without getting his dick wet ≻ and he may be kind of a jerk but he’s not a cheater by any means so no worries there ≻ but then he realizes how much he actually really likes you ≻ to the point he doesn’t even think twice about the fact the two of you can’t have sex. ≻ but once you do let him know you want to go that final step ≻ oh boy, he is hard in his pants so fast. ≻ he’s experienced and calm. ≻ he knows what he’s doing and he’s confident as well. ≻ he’ll finger you and eat you out. ≻ he’ll draw out foreplay until you’ve cum a few times before putting his dick in. ≻ he won’t let it last too long because he knows you won’t have the stamina for it. ≻ so it’ll be over quicker than he usually is ≻ but you’re grateful bc even the foreplay wore you out. ≻ afterwards, he’s pretty lively. ≻ he’ll joke and tease you a bit ≻ but he means no harm, he’s just trying to get rid of the intense tension left behind. ≻ when you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll turn into a big softie and whisper sweet nothings that have been on his mind the entire time while you can’t hear.

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

before he can react to it, a slimy arm is promptly cut off by you, the blade you threw now back in your hands and stained green with the things’ blood. you scowl at it and shoot him a dirty look, “pay fucking attention!” you demand, shaking the weapon haphazardly to get the goo off. he can’t believe that the words came out of your mouth but rolls his eyes and obeys, knocking an ugly alien down and crushing its chest with his boot.

he can still hear your cocky remarks and giggles- yes, giggles, you giggle when you fight life threatening menaces- paired with the gross sounds of your knife impaling the aliens they’re fighting. it’s the only thing keeping him from practically babysitting you, a reassurance that you’re there, careless and impetuous, but alive and close.

suddenly, he can’t hear you, and he turns to what he quite possibly believes to be the most disgusting thing he’s seen in his life (and it’s been a long one, so far). you’re blue, covered in a slimy substance, and your face is so red, it’s beginning to look nearly purple with the cyan sheen over it. you screech abruptly, wiping at your face angrily and jumping at the thing that probably did that to you. he nearly feels pity for it. nearly, because, in your rage, you hadn’t even noticed the large gash along your shoulder. before he can go to you before you kill yourself, his metal arm feels like it’s being sucked, taking him with it, and he grunts. “what the fuck-” he manages, unsure of what he’s looking at, but trying to cut through the sticky arm attached to his own. you’re there in five seconds flat, still blue and still angry, which he notices makes the slicing through the appendage easier.

you seem to decide to stay with him after that, and he’s not sure if he’s offended because you don’t think he can take care of himself- which is ridiculous, since this only happened because he was taking care of you- or touched.

“god, i wish i had wanda’s powers. chaos magick works a lot faster than causing chaos,” you complain, trying to wipe away the blue sludge at the same time and wincing when it tugs at your injury. he is reminded of the shoulder wound he nearly got his arm ripped off for trying to warn you, and he stops your hand. “you’re bleeding, you should probably be a little more careful with this.” he motions to your arm, avoiding touching it.

you frown at him, “it’s fine, it’s just a little cut.” (it’s most certainly not a “little cut.”)

“y/n-”

you extend the hurt arm over him and flick your hands when you see an alien about to rip bucky’s head off, a grimace passing your face that he sees but you try to cover up anyways. “see? it hurts you, you need-”

“i just saved your life, would a hurt person be able to do that?” you cut him off, and he stares at you. noticing a green thing coming up behind you, he grabs your waist and moves you out of the way, shooting it with his gun and watching as it drops to the ground. “ow!” you protest, “you hurt my-” seeming to realize you’re about to prove him right, you shut up and roll your eyes. “you’re welcome,” bucky huffs, wiping away some of the blue stuff from your cheek.

your cheeks warm against his touch without your permission, and you turn away. bucky smirks at your reaction.

“shut up,” you grumble, extending your fingers and aiming at a group of the aliens ganging up on natasha. they freeze for the few seconds they’re under your control, and nat manages to take out two in the moment. the three left break out of the trance, turn to each other, and begin to fight. natasha makes eye contact with you in a form of thanks and starts to take the rest out. you hear a gun go off behind you and turn to see one of the things that sprayed you on the floor. bucky saved you again, great, it’s not like he’ll rub it in your face forever.

“you need to pay attention, what if i’m not here?” bucky scolds. “then never leave,” you flirt casually in response. with a few twirls of your finger, most of the aliens stop paying attention to your team and begin attacking their own teammates.

you don’t notice when one of the few unaffected beings picks up a discarded gun and shoots at you twice. bucky moves you away from a head shot, but one lands opposite to the bleeding slash on your shoulder, and the other hits your thigh.

“goddamnit, y/n, pay attention!” bucky growls, holding up your full weight when your adrenaline begins to run out and everything becomes blurry. “‘m fine,” you try to reassure, attempting to stand back on your wobbly legs. bucky doesn’t let you, shooting at as many aliens as he can with one gun. he turns to look at your state after he shoots most of them, allowing the others to take care of it while he tries to take care of you. his metal hand is touching the small device in his ear, telling the others the situation while his other arm holds you up. you might be delirious now, and your eyelids are becoming increasingly difficult to keep up. “hm, i’m not going to die, b’cky.” you tell him, noticing the increasing panic in his voice as he talks to steve. “stop saying that, how would you know if you haven’t died yet?”

his question is confusing for your foggy brain, so you decide to skip it, unknowingly making his worries worse. the blood running down your back isn’t stopping, and bucky stops for a second to lift you up completely, tucking his hand underneath your knees to carry you. at the tug at your thigh, you bite back a scream. bucky pretends not to notice; his hands are covered in a warm red. he’s trying his best to ignore it.

“don’t die,” bucky whispers again and again, making you frown, “how many times do i ‘ave to tell you i can’t die?”

“i’ll believe it when you don’t,” bucky mutters, and the blue sky turns to gray when he’s inside the quinjet. he sets you down on the medbay cot, looking lost as he calls out friday’s name. “yes, mister barnes?”

“y/n- uh-”

“do a scan on me and… and treat accordingly,” you interrupt. “scanning now,” friday obeys, and you turn to bucky. “by the time you figured it out i would have bled out.”

“that’s not funny, y/n,” bucky says seriously. you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, “calm down, i’ll be fine.” friday has enclosed you in some clear glass, red grids letting you know of your condition. “ooh, that’s bad,” you mumble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. “what?” said boyfriend asks, and you wave him off as best you can- which means a pathetic bounce of your arm- and tell him to let friday do her thing. “we are not done here,” bucky instructs, but sits next to you and holds your hand. you can see his glossed eyes now, you wonder how you didn’t see them before.

“shouldn’t you be fighting?” you ask, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. rest, your body begs. you’ll comply later. “they’re almost done, the chaos thing you did makes their job a lot easier.”

“‘s what i do,” you say breathily before falling asleep.

you’re still in the quinjet the next time you open your eyes, which lets you know it’s only been a few hours and you’re feeling better already. goddess healing, you think, looking around to see bucky’s hand still around yours. he looks worried, the hard lines usually softened by the sound of your voice as hard as you’ve ever seen them. you squeeze his fingers gently. “bucky,” you coo, “i’m not dying anymore.”

bucky turns to you immediately, squinting, “that’s not funny.” it’s like deja vu, but you’re not sure from where.

a vein on bucky’s neck throbs, and you’re aware that you’re pushing it, so you stop for a second, “i was just kidding, i-”

“no!-” bucky’s voice is near yelling, so he shuts his eyes for a moment, continuing in a lower voice, “you almost died, do you know how terrifying that is? you nearly bled out in my arms.” sam, nat and steve, who were waiting for you to wake up next to bucky, pause when he raises his voice. “bucky-” you start, softer now, trying to sit up. bucky stands, “listen to me!”

steve stands, beginning to put a hand on bucky’s shoulder, “buck-” he’s silenced with a cold look from bucky. sam gets to his feet too, telling steve and nat to give you both a minute. they do, after nat kisses your cheek like she always does when you get hurt. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed now, reaching for bucky, “bucky?”

“you don’t… you don’t know how much you scared me, y/n. you have to stop being so careless,” he says after a few seconds. you furrow your brows, “i’m not careless, i’m confident in my skills.”

“you are. you’re careless and reckless and hasty and i need you to not be,” he says harshly, you frown. “why? i’m fine and i’m always going to be-”

“you don’t- you don’t understand!-” bucky snaps. “then help me understand,” you implore. bucky closes his eyes tightly again, breathing in slowly. “the things... that i feel for you are unlike anything i have ever felt before, and i can’t- i can’t lose you, okay?”

“you’re not going to,” you assure, extending your arms towards him, noting the tiny ache in response. he walks over to you, letting you grab his jaw when he’s close, you run your fingers over his cheeks gently. “i’ll be more careful,” you promise. bucky nods, tucking his face into the dip of your neck. you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, letting him squeeze your waist almost to reassure himself you’re actually there.

“hey,” you say quietly after a few moments, pressing tender kisses to bucky’s cheek, “sit down, i want to do something.” you stand, grabbing onto bucky’s arm when you stumble a little and promise him you’re fine and are taking it easy. you take out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets, setting it down next to bucky, opening it and taking out everything you need. you begin to clean his cuts, putting a pink hello kitty bandaid over one of his particularly bad ones. it’ll be gone within a day, but you can’t resist, and it makes him laugh.

you hum while you dab at a small scratch next to his eye, and he chuckles lowly, you look up at him, “what?”

“you’re still a little blue.”

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tommybaholland · 3 years ago

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cooking/baking with their s/o

featuring: todoroki, bakugo, kaminari, shinso, and amajiki

todoroki is not the best at cooking on his own but he tries because he knows his sister won’t be around forever to make his favorite soba dish. he’s determined to learn how to do it on his own with some supervision, of course. you got him into pinterest not too long ago after you showed him your traveling board so he’s been searching high and low on there for recipes that seem doable for him. expect him to blow up your phone with the ones that he finds and wants to try or to ask your opinion if it would be a good one. when he’s with you in person and shows one to you, he’s so cute with how he holds his phone out for you to see while tilting his head to the side, asking if you like it. the actual cooking part with him isn’t hard at all as he’s very attentive and careful. sometimes he doesn’t always understand what the recipe is asking but that happens more often with baking. one time a recipe called to separate egg whites so he moved the eggs far away from the other ingredients. he didn’t understand what part of the egg was the whites, other than the shell but he thought what he was doing was weird. he doesn’t mind having you laugh at his expense as your smile is more valuable to him than his ego being harmed from a simple mistake.

bakugo takes pride (as he does with everything else) in being a decent cook. his mother didn’t raise him to be a clueless deadbeat of a man so he’s not about to let his skill go to waste. you think it’s great that he’s able to cook so well but like to tease him by saying stuff like, “what’s cookin, good lookin?” you always offer to help him but he just tells you to sit down and be quiet while he works because he doesn’t need you hurting yourself. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s really just nervous that you’re going to attempt to chop vegetables as quickly as he does and he’ll turn around to see you with a finger hanging off. he’d rather just have you sit and watch him and occasionally taste stuff for him. he finds that to be one of the more intimate parts of your relationship as he doesn’t let just anyone in the kitchen while he’s cooking. don’t ask him to bake anything because he won’t. he thinks it’s in a different league than cooking and frankly, somewhat emasculating. you’re probably a better baker than him, anyway. he’d rather watch great british baking show with you and make his usual snide remarks and laugh at the judges’ reactions to some of the more ambitious creations.

kaminari knows next to nothing about cooking and can get overly ambitious. he watched ratatouille with you one time and now he thinks he could be the next Gustavo. he’s the type to think that recipes are only to suggest and not instruct on how to make something. you decide to humor him and let him take the lead on making a basic curry, twice, to which one was too salty and the other was very, very spicy. it’s amusing to see him try to eat what he’s made but even he can’t ignore that he sucks at cooking. he’s not bitter about you helping him because at least then he could eat something edible and besides, the sous chef title sounds way cooler than head chef. he’s got a major sweet tooth so he loves when you bake something, especially your famous chocolate chip cookies. one time he agreed to take out a batch when they were done and he forgot about it so they burned to a crisp. he didn’t know if he was more disappointed in himself for forgetting or the fact that the cookies were now ruined. he is now adamant about watching those cookies to make sure they don’t burn and so he enjoy them with you.

shinso takes great interest in cooking and baking, as the old saying goes, “cooking is an art, baking is a science.” he’s a natural at cooking and has a lot of common sense and responsibility when using appliances. he likes making up his own recipes or adding in certain spices for a bit of his own special touch. he’s a big fan of aromatic dishes that have a lot of flavors and uses a lot of garlic, lemongrass, and scallions. he loves when he gets to cook with you because he can actually taste the love with which it was made. unfortunately, baking doesn’t come as easily to him. he finds it weird that yeast is a live organism that goes into bread and you have to let it rise; it just seems like a lot. however, he’s up for a challenge and likes to experiment with different ingredients, quickly learning that substituting out different items or using more or less of one can yield different results. as long as he can taste the sweetness on your lips after you’ve enjoyed the treats together, he doesn’t care what it takes to make it.

amajiki wants to be able to cook a good meal for you but can’t get past using the microwave. he’s a bit apprehensive about anything to do with the stove which is understandable. he more so enjoys the preparation parts of cooking or baking such as marinating meat, separating egg whites, or adding spices. whenever you’re cooking something in a frying pan, popping the oil in the pan scares him a little so he tries to face his fear while also keeping a safe distance. he’s seen you accidentally burn yourself from touching something hot and he can’t imagine the kind of pain that it caused. he was so worried about you and watched as it turned into a small scar, kissing the spot every day so that it could heal faster. he’s always felt that taking care of you is where he truly shines in the relationship. he finds baking to be somewhat less stressful and loves to help with any decorating and tasting, of course. when the holidays or a special occasion comes around, he enjoys building gingerbread houses or decorating a cake or cookies with you. when he wanted to make you your favorite dessert for your birthday, he needed some assistance from mirio and nejire but he wanted to make sure it was perfect and sweet, just like you.

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yutahoes · 4 years ago

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Music, Dance

loosely inspired by the lyrics of Music, Dance by NCT 127

pairing : gunman! Yuta x stripper! Reader

genre : smut, slight fluff

warning : Alcohol, Lap Dance, Slight striptease, Teasing, Lots of hickeys, Breast fondling and sucking, Oral - Female and Male Receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Gun, Mention of killings, Drugs, Cursing

(I would also like to warn you about a badly written scenario with a badly written smut 😅)

word count : 5.5k

(Please forgive me. I went all out and crazy over this 😭)

summary : You are his star, the hottest, the shiniest. He is your music, the only one you wanted to dance to.

For @neosmutcollective ‘s 3rd Event: Risqué

She's the star. The gem shining brighter than the lights illuminating the place.

And his gaze can't leave her.

The way she walked to the platform, full of confidence with a cocky expression, attracted him. She knew full well that all eyes were on her. And they are, as they should be.

She smiled at the people before holding the pole on stage, swaying her hips along with the bass music booming through the speakers. The flickering lights made her sultry movements shine. Her haughty smile at the men who crave for her, made him breathless. As her body swayed on the music, she playfully attempted to remove her red brassiere which made the men holler.

Who wouldn't? She's perfect. Her voluptuous body. Her sinful movements. She's addicting to look at. A real jewel. Her eyes caught his and she winked, making him smirk. A strain on his pants is evident. All this, because of her. Only her.

His star.

She smiled the moment she came inside the door of the private room. "You're here…" she started, strutting in red high heels. "Senpai."

Yuta smirked. He might be here too often. But can he blame himself when this is the only place he can go tonight? "You don't like it?" She laughed, sitting beside him on the red velvet couch. She poured beer on his half-filled glass, drinking some and leaving a red lipstick mark on the glass then handing it to him. "You're wearing lipstick tonight." He claimed, drinking beer on the same glass.

"I'm not in the mood for some action." She rolled her eyes, standing up. He watched as she sway her hips, walking in her red high heels to where the audio player of the room is. "The usual, isn't it?" She didn't wait for his answer as she played a sultry song with piano and keyboards in the background. He leaned on the couch, putting down the glass of beer to fully focus on her.

The girl went up to the table, her heels clicking across the hard wood while slowly turning around the pole of said table. Her eyes stared at him, those black orbs pulling him in. Sensually, she swayed her hips downward. Her fingers majestically grasping the pole. He was enticed. Her seductive gaze. Her haughty expression. It made his pants tighter.

Noticing this, she raised an eyebrow then parted her legs in front of him while sitting on the edge of the table. She stretched one leg, her heel gliding to his thigh to his crotch. Yuta gasped. “Do you like this, senpai?” Her voice was low, laced in sex. She played with the bulging in his pants using her foot as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

The music stopped that made her chuckle. "It’s three am, I'm done.” He’s close. Too close. “Do you need anything else?" He glared at her. She's really something. “Next time, come earlier.” She said with a smirk then showed her palm. Yuta was chuckling as he opened his wallet to pull some cash as a tip for her but she took some more from his wallet that made him shake his head. “I’ll wait for you, senpai.” She winked before standing up and walking out of the door.

Yuta shook his head, chuckling to himself. She’s one of a kind.

"Where have you been?" Doyoung asked as soon as he entered the door to their hideout. "Taeyong hyung is looking for you."

Yuta dropped his keys on the table, opening the suitcase full of armed weapons. He took one gun, reloading some bullets. "Where?"

"27th street," Doyoung said while looking at his computer, "12th building." The older smirked, cocking the gun he's holding. "Are you going to bring just that?" Yuta pointed his gun to the dummy on the side, pulling the trigger that the bullet shot through the middle of the dummy's forehead.

Things were pretty bad in the 12th building. But he's not a hired gunman if he ran away. It was just two big men, why is Taeyong so scared of them? Without even a sweat, he shot both guys on the head. "Where were you?" The leader asked, getting the suitcase full of money then another suitcase with the drugs in it. "Are you with that girl again? I swear Yuta, one day I will hunt that girl down…"

He pointed the gun on Taeyong's head, "Do that TY, and I swear the next bullet I'll shoot will be in your brain."

"So you're already crazy for this girl?" He teased but Yuta just glared at him. "Call Jaehyun, ask him to clean this up." The gunman hissed. He hated this.

The next time came earlier than expected. There wasn’t much to do in the organization anyways so he watched her in her stuff, being other men’s eye candy. The thought that these sleazy men were putting their hands on her made his blood boil that he’s suddenly annoyed now. Should he kill someone today? He's been in a sour mood lately.

“You’re early.” The girl teased as she entered the door in her red ensemble and high heels. Her lips were flaming red that made him hiss, no action. “You look unwell.”

She swayed her hair as she opened the audio player for another instrumental music. “I’m not in a good mood today.” She turned to him, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip.

“I can change that.” She smirked then knelt on the couch that she’s sitting on his lap. “Can you pay extra today?” Yuta nodded and she smiled. “Remove my lipstick,” she ordered. He looked at her in confusion, why wear that if she wanted it removed? “Kiss me.”

He smirked. “That’s against the club rules.”

“I make my own rules.” Her voice is confident. She wanted this. “Kiss me, senpai.” He didn’t need to be told twice as he leaned in to place his lips on her. She rolled her eyes when he broke the kiss, “You kiss like a dad saying goodnight to his daughter.” She leaned in to suck his bottom lip, making Yuta gasp. Her lips were so soft, her tongue slithering inside him tasting like mint, lime, and alcohol. When she break away from the kiss, she tapped his cheek. “That is how you kiss.”

She really does know how to turn around someone’s mood. But had she done this with other guys? It’s against the rules to touch a dancer inappropriately. The reason why, even if he wanted to touch her, his hands remain on his side. Naturally, it’s also against the rules to kiss the dancer, moreover sex. And she’s willing to break those rules for some cash. Is she in dire need of money?

“I still have my lipstick,” she said while swiping her thumb against her bottom lip, a faint red stain can still be seen. “This is trouble.” He looked curiously at her. But her, wearing lipstick is so hot. “I can’t mark you.” Her voice was low, seductive.

“Why not?”

Her lips were automatically placing small kisses on his jaw. “Your wife will see.” Yuta laughed, funny of her to think that he has a wife. "You don't? A girlfriend then?" He shook his head.

She looked surprised and he chuckled. "Why would I be here if I have a girlfriend?"

She raised an eyebrow at that. "You'll be surprised at how many guys here have girlfriends and wives." She sat properly to face him. "So have you danced before?" Yuta gave her a curious look. Danced? "Don't tell me you're a virgin, senpai."

Is that what it meant? He smirked, shaking his head. "Have you danced before?"

She beamed at that. "That's my job." She leaned closer, her lips on his neck. She sucked on his skin, letting her tongue lick the spot before kissing it. "Maybe you just need to find the correct music to dance along." She did the same to the other side of his neck, him groaning at the warmth of her mouth.

The girl had to smile at her masterpiece, giggling at the purple marks she did to him. "It's three am. Your time is up." Her fingers trailed from his neck down to his clothed chest then to the tent of his pants, taking time in playing with his growing bulge. "You have to go back before those marks disappear, senpai."

But his focus was on her middle finger rubbing the tip of his clothed member. He muttered a breathy curse that made her smile. Her fingers moved up to his torso that made him open his eyes. "I'll see you soon, senpai." She sucked on his bottom lip while standing up. The lack of contact made him sigh, breathing heavily as she walked out the door.

He wanted her, so bad.

The guys were staring at his neck when Yuta entered their safehouse, grinning like wolves to themselves. "What?" He asked, pissed off, then sat on the vacant spot on the chair next to Jaehyun.

Taeyong just shook his head before handing out his phone to Johnny and Doyoung. "Get ready for our next transaction two days from now." It was passed to both Jaehyun and Yuta that made the latter surprised.

"Club Fancy?" He asked which made Taeyong nod.

Why there? Of all the clubs in town. Why does it have to be that club? "We need you there Yuta if something happens," Johnny ordered. And he wished nothing happened. He doesn't want anything bad to happen. Especially to her.

The lights were flickering as different women grace the stage with their seductive moves. But none of them fascinate Yuta. Weirdly, there are five of them in one area, drinking slowly and cautious of the surrounding. Someone here is their enemy tonight.

When the speakers boomed a sensual song and a silhouette of the girl on the platform can be seen, Yuta sighed. “They won’t come. Let’s go.” But the four just stare at him then at the girl who was shining under the spotlight. The Japanese man hissed as he sat down, why would she wear that set tonight? All black leather, with a garter belt and pantyhose, black stilettos showing off her confidence. She's out here to take everyone's attention.

“That’s your girl?” Johnny asked and he glared at him.

“Let’s have a little show,” Taeyong exclaimed and Jaehyun chuckled.

Yuta was pissed off at this point. He’s sure they’re just teasing him. Is the transaction in this club even real? Instead of enjoying himself through her little striptease, he was more than worried. He doesn’t trust these guys. What if they do something to her?

Her eyes were glancing around, illuminated by the stage lights, as if looking for someone. Her gaze kept on looking at the area where he usually sits alone. A warm feeling crept up his body. Is she looking for him? Surprisingly, his eyes met hers and she smirked before twirling around the pole to give attention to other men worshipping her on her feet. She is.

Once the set was finished, he told them to leave already but it was Johnny who teased that he just wanted a private time with ‘his girl’. That sounded nice. But she’s not his.

She passed by their table with other girls and her manager but she stopped in front of them. "Senpai," she greeted that made the other guys snicker. "You're back early," Yuta smirked at her. "And you brought friends." Her eyes traveled on each of his colleagues' faces as if memorizing it.

"It's an official business."

"Here?" She asked then raised an eyebrow at him. "And I thought I could spend some alone time with you." She said loud enough for the other guys to hear. They only smiled knowingly at that.

Does she really have to do it today? But two can play this game. "You want to spend some alone time with me?"

"Of course, you're my favorite." Damn it, she's so good. He smirked at that. Her favorite. "Finish your business. I'll see you at six am later." She flipped her hair before following the group of girls to the other table. Six am? The club is already closed at that time.

Fuck, he thought. "We need to finish early."

It's two hours past the assigned time when the five decided to leave the club. Yuta's eyes wandered to her before leaving the club, another male's hand on her thigh that pissed him off.

Taeyong stopped on his tracks when ten other guys, all clad in black, blocked their way. Yet, even if three of them are skilled in guns it's still no match to ten amateur shooters. Yuta was once again pissed off that he suffered a gunshot wound on his shoulder. Totally a first.

He was lucky that police sirens can be heard that made everybody scram out of the place. Even if he wanted to come back inside, to make sure she's safe and to see her, he can't. Not when Johnny is already dragging him to the car while muttering how stupid it is that he got hurt.

It annoyed him. Did he really think that he wanted this? What annoyed him the most is that he can't see her. Will she be waiting for him? Should he just go to the club and come clean to her? Tell her he's shot and maybe he can bring her to his place. But damn, with his injury he can't do anything with her. Why doesn't he even know anything about her? Name. Number. None.

As much as it annoyed him, he waited until the bandages are gone and the wound is completely healed. Until he knew that he can hold her in his arms. He pondered whether to watch her perform, ask for a private lap dance once again, or just wait for her. Yet in the end, he wanted her alone so he waited until six am for her. Unsure if she’s here today.

What should he tell her? Sorry that she had to wait. Did she wait? Tell her that he’s been shot. But she will surely ask what he does for a living, what happened. Is he ready to tell her everything? That he’s an evil man, a greedy man who kills people just to spend some time with her.

There are two things that can happen when she finds out the truth. First, she’ll avoid him like the plague. He’s a dangerous man, he’ll understand. Second, she’ll stay and enter his world. And that scared him more.

But when she went out of the club, he stopped then gaped at her. She looked different in the natural light, with less make-up and more clothes. If possible, she’s prettier. A contrast to the fox she is inside the club, an angel. In no time, he was out of his car that surprised her. She looked surprised. “Long time no see.”

“Sorry.” The only thing he can mutter right now. “Things happened.”

“What things?”

He can’t. If she finds out about it, she’ll be in trouble. He can’t risk that. “Just things.” He mumbled. She raised an eyebrow at him, arms crossed on her chest. “Do you need a ride home?”

A smirk appeared on her lips. “I think I want to ride something else.” Fuck, he really can’t escape her.

Yuta wasn’t sure why of all the places, he brought her to his apartment. The girl marveled at how elegant everything looked, plopping herself on his couch. Yuta went to the kitchen to bring out two glasses and wine that made her giggle. Early morning and wine. “This is one amazing crib,” she exclaimed, eyes not leaving the interior of the house. “You’re a really wealthy man.” He shook his head. He’s not. “So what do you do for a living?” She asked casually, pouring wine on both glasses.

“Things.” He took the glass of wine, drinking it without removing his eyes on her. He sat on the chair opposite her, the wooden coffee table separating them both.

She smirked. "Will you tell me in exchange for something?" She asked in that haughty voice of her which made him nervous. Why is she so interested in the things he does? She arched her hips, pulling down her panty from under her skirt. He watched as she removed one leg then raised her other leg that has the fabric of her underwear, hanging on her foot. "So what do you do for a living, senpai?”

Yuta laughed before taking her underwear then holding her foot. He kissed her calf, licking the skin where his lips were earlier. “I steal jewelry..” His kisses went up to her leg that he’s now kneeling in front of her. “I rob banks.” By now, his lips and tongue were on her thigh. “I deal with drugs.”

He sucked on the skin near her throbbing core, his head under her pleated skirt. “I kill people.” A gasp can be heard but he wasn’t sure if it was because his tongue entered her or his confession. She tastes so good that it’s addicting. Her moans and her scent, indulging his senses. He held both her legs to wrap them around his head, pushing him further inside her. Her hands thread on his hair, tugging it and he smirked as he felt her clenching on him.

He removed his tongue inside her then flicked her clit that earned a moan from her. She looked so erotic: hips arched, lips agape and, eyes closed. He wanted her real bad. He sucked on her clit, pushing a finger inside her to stimulate the spot that made her scream in no time. Her moans of pleasure were so stimulating that he pushed her to her limit.

She shook in orgasm but he kept his finger inside her, even inserting another one. He sat on the table while watching her ride his fingers. “Senpai,” she said in a breathy moan. “Are you going to kill me?” Another finger was inserted and she grabbed his arm, the wounded arm from before. Yuta smiled, he’s relieved that he waited or else this will be trouble. Her nails dig on his flesh, turning him on. "Senpai," she called as her body squirmed for her second orgasm.

Her breathing was ragged, heavy pants against his shoulder. “You’re really going to kill me.”

Yuta laughed, a sound vibrating against the walls of the house. “I can’t do that to you.” The girl tapped the space on the couch next to her and Yuta obeyed, sitting next to her. She sat on his lap, her wet core rubbing against his thigh. “You really want to ride something else?”

She grinned. “I feel safe in your lap.” That startled him. He’s not a safe man. There’s blood in his hands, a lot of people he killed. Her fingers grazed the scar on his arm. “Were you shot? That’s why it took a long time for you to come back to the club?”

“Were you waiting?”

“I wish you wouldn’t do something like this again.” Her lips hovering against his, “If I give you something, can you stop meeting with them?”

Yuta smirked. She slowly removed her shirt, his hands traveling on her back and stopping to where her brassiere is. He marveled at how soft her skin is, that she is his for today. His mouth found her naked breasts, his hands on the curve of her waist. He didn't know how he managed to get her inside his room without breaking their steamy kiss but he did. A chuckle escaped his lips when she pushed him to bed, shimmying out of her skirt that she's naked now. She found her place on his lap once again, hands trailing under his shirt.

He loved how dominant she looked while slowly removing his shirt, her fingers tracing the tattoo he had. "So hot." She whispered, licking his earlobe then heading south to trace the inks on his skin with her tongue. But she's hotter in this position that he can't help but jerk his hip up to grind on her. She moaned before licking the lines visible on his abdomen as her hands started unbuckling his belt.

His remaining clothing was quickly discarded, his cherry cock springing hard for her. He watched as she rubbed her wet pussy lips against his length as if teasing him, staring in her haughty expression. Yuta groaned when she slowly sat on him, entering her core with ease. She's so wet and so tight. His self-control thinning out to not fuck her mercilessly on the mattress. She started riding him, controlling their thrusts. One hand was holding Yuta's chest for support, the other on the headboard as her body bounced above his. The man licked his lips. Her breasts jiggling at the motion, her mouth agape as soft whimpers can be heard, her eyes closed tight while her head rolled back. Fuck, she is so hot.

He sat up, holding her waist to help her ride his cock while his mouth started to attack her mounds causing her to move forward. His cock hit a different angle that made her moans louder. He could feel her clenching on him that made him smirk. Already? Yuta started jerking his hip up, meeting her thrusts halfway that made her scream. His control is now gone. He just wanted her to orgasm, to make her shake in his arms.

Her body was closer to his, nails digging on his shoulder that made him groan against her ear. She came with a shudder but he didn't stop thrusting inside her tight core. He could feel himself getting thicker by the second and with another thrust, came inside her. His lips were on her, whispering apologies for cumming inside her but she just shook her head, smiling at him.

"Shouldn't I know your name by now?" She whispered, breathing heavily beside him. Her fingers started trailing the tattoo marks in his skin. "I can't call you senpai forever, you know?"

Yuta chuckled at that. "If you find out my name, you wouldn't be able to escape me."

"What if I don't want to escape?"

The guy smirked at her haughtiness. "Yuta," he whispered, lips hovering against her. "And I want you to shout that name when you cum."

The girl giggled when he hovered above her in bed, his mouth started sucking supple marks on her skin. Her fingers thread on his hair, tugging on the strands as she kept on moaning his name over and over. It turned him on, knowing that it was her who's giving her this much. "Yuta." she whispered, “Please, Yuta."

He started kissing her breasts then licking up to her neck. He held both her legs wrapping them on his waist before thrusting into her so deep that she screamed while fisting the bedsheets. "Now move, Yuta." He kept on slamming into her as she scratched his arm in pleasure, repeatedly whispering his name in every thrust. "Oh my God. Yuta!" She shouted while he kept hitting her pleasure spot, pushing his cock into her so deep that she started shaking in orgasm while calling for him.

He kept giving her multiple orgasms in exchange for her calling his name, only his name as if chanting a magic spell. Yuta kept filling her up, kissing every skin in her body. He liked this feeling. That she's his. That they're the only ones who matter in the world. And he wished every day could be like this. He needed to stop working with them, put his life into order and get her out of the club. They can start a new life together and every day will be exactly like this.

“Will you stop dancing in the club if I promise to stop doing this?” Her gaze on him was warm, looking surprised that he even said those words to her. “Let’s run away. Just you and me.”

A heavy breath escaped her lips. "I can't." She nuzzled her head on his chest. "I still have to finish something."

"Then I'll wait for you."

He let her do what she wanted. He let her go her way, whatever she wanted, that's her. She knew where she's attracted. To the stage, with everyone's eyes on her. And Yuta had no problems with that. He'll wait for her, he promised that.

"Why are you here?" She asked, smiling like a teenage school girl then running to him in her heels. "Did you miss me, Yuta?" she grinned, sitting on his lap. His hands were automatically on her waist, like previous nights when she did the same action.

He thought he was okay with her like this. Clearly, he's not.

His tongue darted out to lick a spot on her neck. "You have a hickey," he claimed while touching the spot he just licked, a faint purple bruise can be seen.

She gulped hard. "The client paid extra so I thought it's alright."

"Do you think it's alright?" She shook her head but he gripped her hair, pulling it. "You wanted to be a slut?" A glint appeared in her eyes and she nodded that surprised him. "Do you know what sluts do?"

She gasped. "That's against club rules."

"I'll pay extra since you love money so much." She gulped when he started unbuckling his belt, revealing his semi-hard cock. "Now, suck, my slut." She was kneeling in front of him. The warmth of her mouth engulfing him, the softness of her tongue in contrast with his hardness. Her hand gripped on the base of his cock as the other played with his balls. "Fuck, that's so good." He growled, tugging on her hair.

She started using her tongue to lap him up from the shaft and tasting the precum seeping on his tip. Her hands started jerking his cock then licked the underside of his balls that made his eyes widened. Fuck, that is different. Where the hell did she learn all these techniques? A smirk appeared on her face when she returned to sucking his cock in such force that made him groan. He's so close.

The girl started deep-throating him, pulling back then bobbing her head once again. Yuta groaned at the sensation when she bobbed her head faster, eager to get him to his release. "God." Yuta groaned, saliva dripping on his balls. "You're so good." His hand tightened on her hair as she deepthroats him once again, eyes rolling back as he felt his release that made his body tremble.

She slurped his cum, even lapping up the tip of his cock to clean him up. He saw her gulp, swallowing the heavy load in her throat then placed a soft kiss on his cock. His thumb wiped her mouth and she sucked on the finger that made him smile. "That was the best blowjob ever."

The girl licked her lips then smirked. "And it will cost you." Yuta took out his wallet but she slapped his hand, sitting on his lap once again. "You're gonna have to fill me up later." Is it a cum fetish? Why is she like this?

Yuta nodded then leaned in to kiss her, tongue exploring her wet cavern. His phone rang that halted their make-out. What the hell? Why now? She stared at him and he just looked at his phone for a while, a message from Taeyong.

He groaned which was immediately drowned by her lips, her hand taking his phone away. "What's your plan?" She whispered but he only stared at her when another message came. Taeyong gave the name of a building, telling him to come immediately. "Stay."

"This is the last time." He kissed her once again. "I'll come back real quick." She called his name in a desperate attempt to stop him. "I promise, this is the last time."

"Yuta, I have to tell you something."

"Later." He kissed her again then springing into his feet, leaving her on the couch. "Wait for me." And he was out of the door in no time, phone on his ear.

Another dealing and he didn't know exactly why the five of them were needed this time. When police sirens were heard, he already knew why. They're cornered. A total first. Who the fuck caused this? And why now?

With Doyoung's quick thinking, he and Yuta had an escape on one of the backdoors. But the younger was easily caught by one of the armed men, even overhearing that they were caught because of Doyoung's phone. Yuta escaped outside, watching as the four were held by bulky policemen. This is bad. He even left his gun inside because of the commotion.

"Stop right there.” He heard someone say. He was about to turn to know who it was when the voice continued, “Hands up.” followed by a clicking sound of a gun and cold metal on his nape. He followed the order, raising his hand above his head. A hand went on his waist as if looking for something that made him smirk, obviously a woman’s hand.

“Go south. I might have been hiding something.” The metal behind him was pressed on the back of his head that made him chuckle. “I can give you a better night, you know?”

“I know.” That voice. “Now move, Yuta.” Her.

He was pushed on a wall, a gun still pointed at the back of his head. When he felt it gone, his hands were bound behind him as the cold metal can be felt on his wrists. Handcuffs. “Who are you exactly?” He wasn’t surprised when he turned to see who it was. Of course, it’s her. His star. "Is this your plan?" She remained expressionless, one hand getting out her phone while the other was on his chest to stop him from going somewhere. "All of this, pretending to be a stripper and fucking me, just to trap us? Am I an easy prey for you?"

There was surprise in her features as she looked at him. "No, Yuta. You're not." She returned her phone back to her pocket. "You weren't our target at first but you made connections with the syndicate we're after and now, the five of you are under the radar." She explained. "I did warn you to stop meeting up with them." He rolled his eyes at that. "We should be at your place right now if you just did your promise."

Now that he's staring, he can’t deny that she looks so good in her ponytail and black ensemble. Red lips ruining his focus as his mind whirled on those soft plump lips marking his skin. Her soft skin on his fingertips. Her warmth felt through his body. She looks different when she's serious, more charming. Hotter, even. “I genuinely like you.”

She stepped closer and his heart skipped a beat at her scent. She’s still addicting. “So do I, Yuta.”

"Then you should let me go."

She shook her head. "They already saw you." Her fingers trailed from his shoulder to his chest, making him smirk. “Don’t worry. Please bear with this for a while, I’ll make sure that they will treat you well.” He raised an eyebrow at that, looking skeptical at her words. Can he still trust her? But she leaned closer, her lips sucking on a spot on his neck that made him groan. “You will miss me while in prison." She touched the hickey she just made. "So I guess I’ll have to see you before these marks disappear from your neck.”

"You can do that?"

"Be a good boy and I'll just might do that." He can see people walking to where they are. "I might even help you get out of prison."

"Why are you helping me?" He asked but the girl smirked at him, "You're my music, senpai."

“Miss Y/N.” A policeman greeted her with a salute. Yuta realized that this was the first time he heard her name. She nodded before two guys held his arm, dragging him away from her. “Chief has been looking for drug organizations for so long. It only needs her so they can get more information for other organizations.” One guy said to the other.

“Chief was right to name her the star of the police force.” The other claimed.

Yuta smiled. His gaze fell to her, watching as she was standing in front of someone in another police uniform. She turned to him and their eyes met that instant. Yuta smirked when she winked at him. Truly, one of a kind.

His star. His music.

He hoped he could dance with her again.

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divinefireangel · 3 years ago

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Hey there!!! Can you please write a smut on SF9 finding out their partner reading smuts 🥺🌝 (I want to see how dirty they can go🌝) And if you don't want to write for all of them then maybe you can just do it for any member you're comfortable to write on. Literally, ANY MEMBER WOULD WORK. I really want to read something like this haha🤭

Also, I genuinely love your writings! I'm new to Tumblr but I'm literally binge reading your posts. Gosh you're talented as fuck😫💗✨

Lots of love, and thank youuuu💕

OMG YES YES YES YES

TMI: Not gonna lie, I was thinking about this when my mom came into my room to talk to me, and my recent story was literally right there just open and I was panicking. Although she doesn't know anything 💀. She's cute like that, my mom.

You are so sweet anon 🥺🥺. Go on make me cry with your lovely words 😭. I will try my best to write more and sorry this took so long 💞💖 LOVE YOU 💓

S/O reads Smuts 🤭

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). Rough sex (YB). Thigh riding (IS). Dick riding (JY). Marking. Biting. Humping. Dining table sex (DW). Low key strength kink? Idk (RW). Biting using teeth (ZH). Exhibitionism. Terrace sex (TY). Slight voyeurism. Oral - reader receiving (HY). Somehow I end up writing the filthiest things for Hwi. Cockwarming to sex (CH). It's really difficult to think of 9 different things for 9 different people😤. Also some may be unprotected sex, don't do it unless you want kids. Lmk if I need to add more!

Word Count: HAH jokes 😂

All members under the cut!

Youngbin

Doesn't understand at first 💀

But he isn't scared to ask so he'll just ask you

The panic on your face makes him panic

Apologizes 🥺

Then you explain that it's no big deal and that it's just a story

But he saw his name 💀💀💀

So he's curious and so he does research aka Googles it

Has a mixed reaction, doesn't know what to think

On one hand, he's flattered...?

Like, oh sweet, you are reading a story about him probably railing you to death

On the other hand, why are you reading it?

Did he not satisfy you enough? Should he do more? He wants to

So he will pick a random one, read it and be like, Okay. This is how it's gonna play tonight

So determined 🥺

Picks you up for your date and stuff

Timeskip to the bedroom by a steamed dumpling Dawon

So touchy and observant

Tries his best to remember what was in the story

Forgets but that's okay tho cause now he knows what you want

More Dom than usual

More vocal than usual

His grip on your skin leaves so many bruises and literal fingerprint shaped marks

Bites your neck a lot

Doesn't hold back one bit

Secretly satisfies his wishes too

Teases you for being so ready

Teases you for every reaction

Pulls your hair

Overstimulates you

Until you're tired and can't take it anymore

He could go for a round more

So he does

It's also like, he's lowkey angry at himself cause you were reading smut which made him think, maybe you thought he was too vanilla

But after you've both cooled down you ask him what happened and why he was so rough, not that you had a problem

Expresses his concerns and you tell him that you read those only cause you wanted to know what the fandom thinks of him and the way they think he likes to have sex

Blushy babyyyy

So cute 🥺

Inseong

Bro

Do I even need to 😂

He's probably written a few 💀

He seems like he's into roleplay 👀

So when he does find a tab open on your phone about literal PORN, in words

He doesn't think much of it tbh

But is curious

He'll tease you like you are both high schoolers

Holds you phone up high so you can't reach it

Satisfied when you whine and pout

Tucks your phone in his back pocket and grabs your face

" I think it's hot "

Peck's your lips and slaps your butt leaving you wide eyed

You need a minute to process what just happened lol

Running after him you pull him down on the couch, sitting on hids lap

Bite you lip and grab his face pls

Now he's wide eyed 😂

Kiss his neck and talk to him sexily

" Do you really like that I read smut? "

You look so innocent he would cum right there

Poor man is dumbfolded

So much that he doesn't even realize you were grinding down on his thigh the whole while

Grabbing your hips he nudges your hips to continue their movement

Loves having you so close

Especially after discovering your secret

Suck him off after and he'll do any and everything for you 😉

Jaeyoon

Oo this one is fun

He won't confront you immediately

He'll just think about it a lot

" How are they so cute when they read such things for fun? "

Stares at you from across the room

Smirks at your cute smiles

Timeskip this time by Baek Huru

Surprises you by kissing your neck

Humps your butt

Pecks you neck

Rolls your nipples in his fingers

Moans in your ear, deeply and hoarsely

Pulls away dragging you to the bed

Sits near the headboard

Beckons you to come closer and naked 👀

Forces your dick in you, slowly tho, don't worry

Doesn't give you a lot of time to react

But, all this seems familiar

Then you realize that he's trying to recreate the imagine you were reading before

The whole idea made you hot

Istg you've never finished so soon

He tells you that you don't need to read those stories when you have the real deal right there

Sanghyuk

Smug bastard

He's happy that you're thinking and reading about him even when he isn't with you

He will actually read the warnings and is mildly surprised lol

Wow you really into all that?

He has no shame so he will ask you directly

You stop doing what you're doing and just slowly turn towards him

He's scared lmao

Then explains himself and says sorry

Tbh, you're more shocked that he isn't angry

Blinking you slowly make him sit on the dining table chair

Pacing you start to think of and explanation now

Is there any explanation for reading smut? Idk 😂

Honestly, he asked you so that you could actually do what the warnings said in real life

Gets up, takes your hand pulling you close and lifts you, making you sit on the dining table

Removes his shirt before kissing you intensely

Tells you that he wants to fuck you on the table like in the smut

Nodding you let him take over

Makes you cum twice easily

It's more romantic than rough

Passionate, very passionate

Kisses you a lot

Hands on you all over you

Pulls you closer and closer by your thighs

Lays you down and fucks you till your back is no where on the table

Sweet reassuring smooches when you're done

Tells you to talk to him about such ideas rather than just reading them

Seokwoo

He is shocked™

Listen okay

He's tall

He's scared that he'll hurt you if he does what he wants without thinking

Reads multiple smuts 💀

Only the ones you've liked so far tho

Fuckin uses your account so yeah obviously

Now he'll be ready to talk to you about it

So shy omg

Stutters words out cause he's so flustered

You need to read his mind, literally

Once, somehow you are finally clear about what he was talking about

You'd just laugh at his cuteness

Boy is confused ??

Pushing him down on the bed you climb on top of him

Yes climb

Needy but still shy and shocked

Wastes no time in getting naked

Allows you to do whatever you want to him

No, really

Let's you take charge that is only until you tease him

Flips you and thrusts into you so hard the bed is shaking and you feel like it might break

Strong grips on your thighs and hips and belly and arms

Definitely sore for a few many days 💀

Juho

I'm not sure tbh

Either he won't care at all like

" Oh yeah this is just their thing "

Or he'd be so into it like hed wonder why you were reading it, was it for ideas?

He already has those so you don't need them from someone else

He won't ask you about it tho

But you will bring up an idea that was in one of them

And he's down

Or up, whichever you want

Asks you what you want more times than usual

But it doesn't make sense cause you're literally going crazy with the way his cock feels inside you and he asks you what you want?

Starts moving before you answer

Asks you again and again till all you can say out loud is " More "

He's fine with that answer

Hands above your head

Teeth scraping your the front of your throat drawing so many sounds from you

He's driving his dick in you so fast that you're moving away from him

Praises you with his deep ass voice

Gives you his Vampire stare™

That's all you need to cum undone

Keeps it a secret, won't ask you unless you bring up your little extracurricular activity 😌

Yoo Taeyang

SHY BABYYYYY

So pink when he realizes what you're reading lol

But he's so mesmerised that he goes on reading it 😂

You catch him looking at your phone, no big deal

But he's looking at it as though he saw a ghost

He's turned on but at the same time he's appalled

Do people see him like that? Do you want him to be that?

He's gonna need a lot of time to process the information

When you reassure him that he doesn't need to change anything at all, he's more calm then

But on a fine ass blue moon, his fine ass is gonna decide that he's gonna try something new

So there you are, on the terrace talking to someone on the phone. After ending the call he'll come and hug you from behind

It's all aww so cute till you feel his dick press into your butt

Forces your head back to rest on hius shoulder slowly but hotly

Unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down in one swift motion and his hands are all over you

Somehow the idea of having sex in the open night sky is so exciting

Stops just before you reach your high so that he can fuck you

You're leaning on the terrace wall

Face pressed slightly on it as your butt sticks out for him

Giving him permission to do anything to you

The orgasm hits you so fast but it's so fulfilling 🤤

And your pants are being pulled up even faster 💀

Maybe you should leave smut laying around

Youngkyun

You've found the saucuest lil smut about your boyfriend

He's sitting at the table, on his laptop composing and writing songs while you are here on the bed, blanket over your legs

Now see, you aren't really one to get off of smut but this particular one was so realistic

The description

The reaction

The dialogues

Reading it made you body move on instinct

Lower lip getting stck in your teeth

Hand travelling down to your privates

Your hips thrusting forward into your hand and fingers

Your breathy moans, that you tried your best to stick to, were louyd enough for him to hear

At first he thought you were doing a breathing practice or something

That is until he recognized the pattern

Lifting his blank phone up, he moved it to look at you through it

Boy is so shocked

It's like his own private porn show

Placing it back on the table gently, he moves the blanket slowly, getting under it

Licking his lips, he tucks his tongue out, licking the area that your fingers just slid over

Gasping at the sudden feeling you drop your phone and move your blanket off

You inevitably moan at the sinful sight below you

Your lovely boyfriend, looking up at you through his lashes, tongue coated with his saliva and your leaking juices

Holding your wrist, he nudges you to continue what you were doing, with his tongue never leaving you

Gripping your thighs, he bites your inner thigh as you work yourself closer to your high

After you cum, he'll lick off all your juices

Then he'll be all sweet asking you what you were reading

Round 2? 😉

Chanhee

He'll find it funny 💀

Why do people write these things

Why do people read these things

What is the use?

He is partly curious lol

When you tell him it stimulates the necessary regions, boy is shook

Then he's like nah

So you make him read one

He can't even make it halfway through lol

The foreplay itself made him hard enough to want you and to want to be in you

Grabs the phone and sits next to you

" I'm hard "

You look at him like boy what

Then he tell you that he now understood why people read them and that he's happy that people read them too help themselves

And you're like okay and what's the point

Pulls you on his lap

Whines at the feeling of to your butt on his arousal

Makes you stand now lol

Pulls his pants to his thighs and even yours

Places himself in you so that now when you sit on his lap again, not only is your back to his chest

Also his dick is in you

Somehow finishes the rest of the fic and just thrusts up into you

Cause you feel so heavently around him

Goes on and on and on till you're bouncing on his lap

Cums in you and just stays there till you finish your work

Still has mixed feeling now tho

Cause if reads them he wants you to be there near him and he wants to read more cause these fics are very addicting

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hornime · 4 years ago

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twinkle tits | tanaka saeko x gn!reader

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

warnings: 18+, timeskip!saeko, kinda dom!saeko, titty sucking, mentions of unsafe driving

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: furudate told me that it’s canon that saeko has tit piercings in the timeskip.

you grumbled in annoyance as a red chrome motorcycle cut in front of you on the highway, forcing you to slam on the brakes and hold down your horn, probably for a bit longer than was necessary. as you both decelerated to stop at a red light, the rider, visage hidden by a mysterious black helmet with a tinted shield, turned back to look at you, making you seize up behind the steering wheel.

they seemed to think something over and rotated back to face forward on the seat, before raising their right hand and flipping you off.

are you serious? you thought. you’re the one who cut in front of me.

all you wanted was to give this person a piece of your mind, but you knew that 1) road rage just wasn’t worth it and 2) doing so would do nothing but make your commute unnecessarily complicated. it was one of those mondays, and the last thing you needed was to get pissed off before getting morning coffee in your system. all you wanted to do was forget about the incident and move on with your day.

unfortunately, the fates weren’t keen on making that happen.

to your frustration, the annoying bike, with, to your newfound knowledge, the even more annoying rider, turned into the lot of your office building, parking in front of a recently sold lot, which was conveniently located right next to your workplace. you debated for a second over where to park, for all you knew, this biker could be crazy or something, but you decided that, at this point, you really didn’t care.

you turned off your engine, gathered what you needed for the day, and stepped out of your car, intending to look straight ahead and get through the doors of your building with as little conflict as possible. thoughts bounced around in your head as the revving of the motorcycle a few spots away quieted: don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t enga—

“hey! you!” a voice called out. you cursed internally, before spinning your head towards the yell.

a woman with brown eyes that glinted dangerously and blonde hair that shone in the early sun was tapping her foot, the incessant click of her black stiletto on the concrete becoming more and more irritating. stiletto? you thought. how the hell was she wearing stilettos on a motorcycle?

your eyes couldn’t help but trail downwards towards her chest, her crossed arms accentuating her soft, leather-clad curves. as you were distracted by her body, she walked up to you, snapping a pair of red nails in your face and bringing back to reality.

“hey,” she insisted, a hint of amusement evident in her voice. “my eyes are up here.”

you looked up, embarrassed at being caught ogling her, and made eye contact. shit, you thought, losing yourself in her sharp features. she’s really hot. suddenly, you remembered what this crazy lady had put you through: and she almost made me crash. “hey,” you responded tersely. “who the hell taught you how to drive?”

you cringed at your bluntness, so much for avoiding conflict, while she raised an eyebrow in challenge, a spunky smile turning her lips up. “who taught me how to drive? what about you? you barely checked if anyone was gonna turn in.”

you chuckled in astonishment. there was no way this bitch was trying to flip this on you. “you’re kidding right? you drive like a literal madwoman.” you thought back, in hindsight, maybe you hadn’t looked to see if anyone was coming, but that wasn’t the point! isn’t it her job to be a defensive driver?

she threw her head back and laughed, a strangely charming sound for how loud and taunting it was. “yeah, i get that a lot. too fast, too reckless, and too cocky. i think it makes life more interesting.”

“well, i think it almost killed me.”

“lighten up,” she snarked, digging the tip of her pointer finger into your chest. “you look like someone that takes life too seriously. you gotta take a risk sometime!”

“a risk that might send me into my grave,” you deadpanned, “no thanks.”

she laughed again, causing a strangely warm feeling to bubble in your stomach. “i like you, you don’t take anyone’s shit.” her expression turned darker. “i’d love to break you.”

you flinched at her change in tone. what?

“well,” she continued. “i gots’ta go. lots of lives to ruin! yours is just one of many.”

you called out as she swiveled to walk away. “wait!” she cocked her head towards you. “where d’you work?”

she gestured to the lot she’d parked in front of. “saeko’s cycles. i’m saeko and i sell cycles. motorcycles. ‘s a work in progress. you?”

you nodded at the building next to hers. “there.”

she approached you again, extending her fingers to dance on your shoulder, sending hot chills down your spine. “we’re work neighbors then.” she grinned devilishly. “guess i’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”

you gulped. she really was hot.

“guess you will.”

you both went your separate ways.

for the next few days, the pattern repeated: saeko would cut you off, you’d honk, she’d flip you off, and you’d engage in some banter before heading off to work. you looked forward to interacting with the driving demon everyday; you thought about her throughout the day, on the way home, at night in your bed with nothing more than your imagination, your hand, and an incessant ache for sex... she was driving you crazy.

on saturday morning, you grumbled at the sound of your alarm: you had to drop off some paperwork at the office. reluctantly leaving your bed, you drove your way to the building. a scarlet flash caught your eye, and you were surprised to see saeko’s motorcycle parked in its usual spot. why’s she here? it’s saturday. after completing your task, you reached for the handle of your car door, then stopped. saeko’s probably working in her shop, you thought. it’d be nice to stop by.

you peered in the doorway, hearing the clattering of what you presumed to be tools coming from the back. “saeko?” you called, making your way through shelves of biking equipment and gear. “it’s me.”

the blonde poked her head out from the other side of a muddied motorcycle, hair pushed back with a headband. “hey!” she stood up, wiping her hands on a damp cloth, approaching you in a red-lined vest and a black headband. she looked dressed up, almost for a performance.

“what’s with the getup?”

“oh,” she said, looking down as if she’d just noticed what she was wearing. “taiko clothes.” at your confused expression, she clarified: “taiko’s a kind of japanese drumming. i’m captain of a local team. this,” she pointed at her vest, “is a happi. and this,” she tugged at the headband, “is a hachimaki. i just came back from rehearsal.”

you stood, speechless. she looked really good in those clothes, but you were sure that she’d look even better with them off.

she cleared her throat. “you have a nasty habit of zoning out on my tits. like what you see that much?”

your eyes shot back up to her, the heat of humiliation creeping up your neck. “um, uh. i-i...”

she chuckled at your shame. “no it’s okay, i like the attention.” her gaze turned predatory. “and i like you, too.”

within an instant, saeko was on you, your mouths melding together in a raunchy and needy kiss, tongues clashing passionately. lips locked within each other, she guided your movements, leading you to a small room at the back of the shop.

suddenly, she shoved you off of her, raising her leg so that the toe of her black stiletto teased lightly at your crotch. she gently increased the pressure, causing you to yelp in surprise—and an odd form of pleasure.

“why don’t you take a seat, babe?” the pet name made you shiver. saeko continued pushing you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the leather of a swivel chair, and you fell onto it.

eyes wide with lust and lips bruised with her animalistic desire, she thought you looked absolutely perfect, gazing up at her with a look of pure want. her eyes narrowed as she approached, towering over you. her hand grazed your throat before grabbing it. her hachimaki was hanging off the top of her head haphazardly, and she reached up and took it off, placing it on a neighboring table. she did the same with her happi, leaving you with an enticing view of her top half, clad in nothing but a lacy black bralette.

you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, fervently tracing her delicious breasts. the area over her nipple was covered in a mesh fabric, and you could see—was that silver?

your head jerked up in shock. “you have tit piercings?”

“hell yeah i do,” she teased, climbing onto your lap and spreading her lags on either side of your knees. in this position, her bust was at your face-level, the barbells sparkling hypnotically. “you like?”

you swallowed dryly, convinced that she knew exactly what she was doing: spurring on your already overwhelming desperation for her body. “...yeah,” you whispered breathlessly. “i like ‘em a lot.”

she crossed her arms and lifted the erotic undergarment over her head, bare flesh now tantalizingly close to your mouth. “give ‘em a taste then.”

she didn’t have to tell you twice. your lips swiftly latched onto her right nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, and you moaned at the metallic taste of the piercing. you raised your thumb to play with the other one, and she gasped at the contact.

“you—you’re really good at this,” she panted. “you look cute like this. all needy for my tits.”

you mewled at her praise, releasing her nipple with a pop! and moving your mouth to work the other one. “i like you, saeko,” you mumbled into her skin. “i don’t even mind that you’re a shitty driver.” you looked up at her, eyes blown wide with arousal. “you’re really cool.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” she giggled. unexpectedly, she pushed her body off of you and landed on her feet.

“why?” you pouted, trying, and failing, to conceal your disappointment, mouth feeling empty.

“oh, stop whining,” she chided, pulling her clothes back on. she motioned to a nearby motorcycle helmet on the corner of her desk. “put that on.”

“wha-where are we going?”

she sighed, kneeling to scrub some dirt off her shoe. “i know i said i’d break you, but i didn’t realize you’d get this dumb just from some sucking. we’re going to my place.”

she turned to glance at you, ravenous gaze reflecting her intense desire. “and once we get there, we’re gonna have a lot more fun. if we survive the drive, of course.”

you let out a sigh of amused exasperation. she’s gonna kill me.

#feeling ultra super gay today #for one woman only #this one #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #hq saeko #saeko x you #saeko x reader #saeko tanaka #saeko x y/n #saeko

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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Cedric Diggory

Requested by Anonymous

Smut!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Regardless of if the sex was rough and kinky or slow and passionate, Cedric always takes care of you after sex. He’ll run you a bath, heal any marks he left (if you want), get you something to drink/eat, hold you, anything you need

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cedric likes your tummy, regardless of its size. He loves using it as a pillow, he loves running his hands over it, pressing kisses to it before he eats you out. He likes his hands, specifically his fingers. How they can stretch you out and make you come, how they feel when holding your hand, how you sometimes like to suck on them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cedric won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, but he 100% prefers coming inside you rather than on your belly/thighs. Of course, if you ask him not to, he won’t, but it just adds another element to sex

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cedric likes to sniff your panties after you take them off, especially when you’re horny and wet for him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not the innocent Hufflepuff he seems to be, Cedric knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s had a fair few partners (both male and female)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cedric LOVES it when you ride him, it lets you control the pace, he can penetrate you deeper, and he gets to watch you fuck yourself. That being said, he often grips your hips and thrusts up into you too

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cedric is serious 98% of the time, he just doesn’t see the appeal of giggly sex

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Cedric has a thick patch of dense hair above the base of his cock, but he keeps it trimmed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cedric always tells you how beautiful/pretty/gorgeous you are and how much he loves you, regardless of if the sex is rough or not. Even if he’s fucking you like a back alley whore, he’s going to tell you how much he loves you and how well you’re doing for him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Far less than he did before he was with you, but Cedric still masturbates a fair amount. After quidditch practice, in the showers, when there’s too much tension built up, and there’s no time to drag you into a dorm and fuck you senseless, he’ll indulge himself. But he obviously prefers you to his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Domination, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, teasing, praise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The prefect’s bathroom, his dorm (he has one to himself), the quidditch locker rooms. All places where he can take his time with you and with a low risk of getting caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you bat your lashes at him, when you tease him or act innocent (bc he knows you’re nowhere near innocent), seeing you in his clothes

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cedric does not share. You’re his and his alone, no one else gets to see you naked and moaning for him. In a poly relationship, this obviously doesn’t apply, as he’d be involved with the other person as well, but Cedric will not do a casual threesome

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man LOVES eating you out. He’ll happily lie between your thighs for hours, licking and sucking at your cunt, making you come as many times as you physically can. He’s talented too, knowing exactly where to lick to make you scream

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ced can do both, but he’s more likely to fuck you hard and fast. Sensual sex happens a lot too, but I’d day 60% of the time, it’s faster and rougher

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s all for them. Cedric isn’t afraid to pull you into a broom closet, hike up your skirt, push your panties aside, and have his way with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Cedric is willing to take risks, as long as he knows you’ll both be safe. He’ll fuck you in empty classrooms, try out new kinks, but if you’re not into it, it’s not happening

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Cedric can last for 3 rounds, making you come at least twice per round. I HC that he can come more than once without getting soft, and he definitely uses that to his advantage

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator, some restraint, and a flogger, but nothing more than that. Toys, in Cedric’s opinion, are meant to enhance pleasure, not take a partner’s place

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cedric can tease like nothing else. He’ll make you blush so fiercely in public that people think you’re sick, he’ll edge you for hours until you’re sobbing, he’ll make you beg for him to so much as look at you. But it’s worth it for the pleasure he gives you in return

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Cedric moans rather loud, which is why there’s a permanent silencing charm on his dorm

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The two of you once got caught by Percy, shagging in a classroom. “I…” he stammered. “I… No,” was all he said

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A good 7-8 inches, thick and veiny

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Cedric will fuck you every night if you want him to. He’s ready to go almost whenever

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you’re alright first, but usually it takes him 15ish minutes to fall asleep

#cedric diggory x reader #harry potter fanfiction #cedric diggory x you #harry potter reader insert

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akirakurusuimagines · 4 years ago

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ABCs with Akira Kurusu

From now on, I’ll be tagging not sfw content as “merciless mode”, so please blacklist it if you don’t want to see it!

A = Aftercare

The aftercare king. He’s so sweet and considerate regardless of the type of session you two had. He’ll be carrying you around, helping you clean up and showering you in gentle kisses and praise, making sure you drink water, cuddling you until you sleep while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, anything that makes you feel good, he’ll do it. Chances are, he’ll bring you food in bed tomorrow, too. If you manage to wear him out, make sure you spoil him a little too⁠—he needs it.

B = Body part

Akira’s favorite body part (on himself) is his hips. I mean, have you seen them? He’s got a nice ass and really nice hips and if you pay attention to those parts of his body he will fucking melt, guaranteed. On you, though, it’s hard for him to choose. He’s stuck between your thighs and your hands, loving the sensuality of both very deeply. He’ll pay a lot of attention to your thighs, kissing them, making a few nice marks, even bite them if you’re into it. Akira also loves to squeeze and hold them, just feeling them whether they’re wrapped around his waist or he’s laying down on them. For your hands, however, he also loves to kiss them, though sometimes he’ll playfully suck on your fingers, teasing you that way. He loves to hold your hands and squeeze them while you two are intimate in any way.

C = Cum

If you used your mouth on him, he would probably end up accidentally cumming in your mouth once or twice, but when he can catch himself, will finish on your face or chest, or even himself, depending on the situation. Your mouth really just does things to him. Most often, though, Akira cums in a condom, but if not, he prefers to cum on your thighs and/or tummy, enjoying the way it coats your skin, also paralleling the way you likely make a mess on him. If you ask him to cum inside you, however, he’ll be a little reluctant at first, but when convinced, gets shockingly addicted to the feeling, especially if you cockwarm him afterwards until he gets hard again.

D = Dirty Secret

Akira needed porn to get him off for the longest time, whether he read it, watched it, listened to it, whatever. He just needed something to keep his senses busy while he groped and fisted his dick. But that really started to change when he fell in love with you. He found himself unable to satisfy his lust the same way as he usually did, and anytime he closed his eyes while he pumped his cock, he could only picture you. The way you would writhe underneath him, the way you would feel around him, your sounds, your expressions⁠—when he finally let himself imagine everything he wanted to do with you, he ended up accidentally overstimulating himself, overwhelmed by the sheer desire he had. He couldn’t look at you for a week afterwards, getting too flustered by the memory of cumming all over himself because he thought of you.

E = Experience

He’s actually not that experienced, like at all. He’s young⁠; outside of being with you, the most experience he’s gotten is from his imagination, porn, and masturbating, really. He’s faking it until he makes it, and oftentimes, that works well enough. Akira’s a very quick learner, too, so even if he’s sloppy or a little inconsiderate the first time around, just guide him along a bit and he’ll pick up on things⁠—communication is key, here. Slowly but surely, he’ll become more confident in what he’s doing and become that sex god everyone wants him to be. When he gets older and more experienced, he’s sure to blow your mind every single time, even if it’s just making you cum from his fingers.

F = Favorite Position

Akira’s favorite position to fuck you in is something that you’re on his lap for, or facing him in general. He loves to see your expressions and hear your voice, and wants to kiss you as much as he can, regardless of whether he’s drilling you into the mattress with every thrust, or he’s taking things slowly. His favorite position to be fucked in is from behind, where his chest is on the ground and his ass is in the air.

G = Goofy

He can be both! Depending on the context (whether it’s Akira or whether it’s Joker), whether you two are in the middle of roleplay, whether the current mood is one way or another, whether you’re in a semi-public place or in Leblanc well after it closed, there are so many factors, but there’s always a healthy mix of both. The first time you two got intimate, there were a lot of laughs, though mostly nervous ones until your nerves settled down.

H = Hair

Akira’s got a little bit more of a bush down there, matching his hair almost too well. He makes sure that it’s nothing crazy and that he cleans himself regularly, but it’s not trimmed short or shaved. He doesn’t have a preference regarding whether you shave or trim or let it grow wild, but if you do have a bit of pubic hair, he might grip onto it while his face is shoved onto your sex, using his tongue to drive you crazy.

I = Intimacy

He’s so intimate and romantic, kissing you with every other breath he takes, regardless of the situation, whether he’s a little rough or it’s something soft and sensual, he’s always holding you somehow or kissing your skin. He always mutters praises and gentle “I love you”s even during roleplay or “punishment”, it’s not something he can physically ignore.

J = Jack Off

Akira would get so sexually frustrated so frequently because he was never alone long enough to actually take care of himself, and if Morgana or Sojiro or anyone ever caught him getting himself off, he would probably turn himself in immediately to avoid facing them. When he does get the chance to get himself off, it takes a little while for him to get into the right sort of mood with how stressed and busy he normally is, but he ends up exerting himself a little too much and is totally winded afterwards. He’s left alone with his horny thoughts but can only act on them once a week if he’s lucky.

K = Kink

He loves having his hair tugged. It’s one of his biggest weaknesses, and something that will make him moan the loudest. Tug his hair at every opportunity: when he’s going down on you, when he’s fucking you, when you’re fucking him, when he’s kissing you, anything. Tug his hair, whether you do it softly, or whether it’s a sharp yank. It’ll spur him on or make him dazed, perhaps both. Be careful, though, you might unleash a beast when you do.

L = Location

He’s split between the comfort of his own room, and the safe rooms in the Metaverse. His room is comfortable with a gentle ambiance, and has a lot of potential for any kind of intimate play. However, the safe rooms in the Metaverse give just enough of a rush of getting caught, the danger of being caught by his teammates and shadows alike makes his head spin.

M = Motivation

There’s a lot that turns him on. Something that spurs him on very quickly is when you subtly tease him, especially if there are a lot of people around. Whether by squeezing his hip or sending one too many flirtatious looks, or whispering something indecent to him before acting like nothing happened, or eating food sensually⁠—there is a lot. His hormones are on a complete and utter rampage underneath that calm demeanor. He can’t help it.

N = NO

Things he wouldn’t do fall under the extremes and bodily fluids, so things like watersports or intense BDSM. He also would never smack his partner across the face, and would not want them to do the same to him.

O = Oral

Akira loves to give, and that quickly makes up for his lack of immediate skill. He’s intuitive to your reactions and changes things based on how you react and the limited knowledge he’s gained from porn and sex-tips from magazines, so he finds that his favorite place quickly becomes between your legs, using his tongue to make you cum. Sometimes that’s all you do, and it’s intense and mind-blowing and your legs end up as jelly from the amount of times he pushed you over the edge. He does deeply enjoy receiving, but it’s something you have to beat him to when you get the chance, or he’ll latch onto you like a vice.

P = Pace

It all depends on the mood, it really does. He does have a slight preference for slow and sensual sex, at least to begin, and if it delves into something fast and desperate and unintentionally rough, well, that’s all the more exciting, isn’t it?

Q = Quickie

When he’s strained on time somehow, which is more often than not, he is more than down for a quick round. He prefers being able to take his time, but he has to admit, the moments where you two are clawing at each other’s clothes and kissing so hard you’re knocking teeth together as you stumble into a closet or flop onto the makeshift bed, barely removing any clothes as you desperately plead for him to fuck you, are really wonderful too.

R = Risk

Akira is down to experiment for the most part, but a lot of communication needs to be involved depending on what it is you two decide to do. Taking risks is on a case-by-case basis, depending on whether or not the risk is worth it. He plays it safe at school, knowing being expelled from the academy is essentially a death sentence, but in the Metaverse, he’s far more likely to take that risk.

S = Stamina

At first, he’s wiped out very quickly. He tries to last as long as he can, and he succeeds for the most part, but after he cums, he needs a bit of a break before he can go again. But, like with anything, he builds that stamina up. At the peak of his game, Akira could probably last a long while⁠—long enough to make you cum at least twice⁠—and can go a few rounds, depending on the intensity of the previous session.

T = Toy

Akira doesn’t own any toys. Morgana is far too much of a snoop, people are in his attic all the time, so he doesn’t feel comfortable having them. He would absolutely be down to use them, though, on both himself and his partner, regardless of what it is. It adds an extra layer to the bedroom that, though he thinks you don’t need, doesn’t hurt and only improves the experience.

U = Unfair

Akira and teasing go hand in hand. He just adores getting you riled up and flustered, whether it’s from sweet words that take you by surprise or dirty talk that sends shivers down your spine⁠—anything is fair game if it means getting one of those incredible reactions from you. He likes to tease in the bedroom especially, sometimes playfully and softly, others, more roughly, but if you plead for him to stop teasing you, he might just have to comply.

V = Volume

Akira actually isn’t that loud in bed. He’s rather quiet, actually, more pants than anything, followed by grunts and slight choking noises, small whines and finally genuine moans. He sometimes makes a conscious effort to be less noisy, so if you really want him to not muffle any of his god-like sounds, you could always put him in a ball gag or pry his mouth open with your fingers. But normally, his mouth is used to praise you or demean you, to tease you and torture you, driving you wild with how his voice can go from being so light and gentle to sending bolts of lightning to your nerves with how deep and sexy it is.

W = Wild Card

He has a high-key roleplay kink, especially when it involves his Joker side, whether it be a cops-and-robbers sort of deal, or whether it’s something of a thief stealing away a royal in the night. Akira won’t mention it to you for the longest time, but come to his bedroom wearing a skimpy costume and start pulling on those acting skills as you seduce him and he’ll fall right into your trap.

X = X-Ray

Akira’s slightly above average overall, not as girthy as someone like Ryuji and not as lengthy as someone like Yusuke, but well rounded enough that you can’t complain. Especially when you get to explore his dick and find the prominent veins that made him practically keel over, and realize the slight curve it has. It’s a very pretty dick, though.

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is quite high most of the time, all things considered, but during moments of great distress, such as the deadline for a palace closing in on him, his sex drive will plummet from the stress.

Z = ZZZ

He doesn’t really fall asleep all that quickly, he’s more content whispering sweet things in your ears and kissing your face and telling you how much he loves you and how fantastic you were as you two cuddle, but if he was on the receiving end, he’s far more likely to doze off unintentionally during it.

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vantaenims · 4 years ago

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rivalry is dead | seokjin

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: rivals to lovers | fluff, angst

word count: 1.4k

warning/s: stalking.

summary: You're in danger and Seokjin, your rival, just happened to be the only one who could save your life.

Part of BTSGhostieMarathon (Situation #1)

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You were originally planning to eat only five sticks of odeng but you ended up eating twice the amount instead. Not because you’re that hungry but because you’re trying to stall for time since you had an odd feeling that someone’s watching you and you can’t tell yet if it’s the seemingly creepy man leaning on a lamp post or someone else but you had a strong feeling that it has to be the former.

Inconspicuously, you took a glance at the man by the lamp post to check if your suspicions were right only for it to be warranted once your eyes met his. Goosebumps immediately rose on your skin when you noticed how he didn’t even try to look away, smirking even as if he had sensed how he had gotten you anxious by that one look alone.

As much as you want to stall for more time, you don’t have enough money to munch on another stick of odeng since you had only brought your apartment keys and an exact ₩5,000 note with you, causing you to inwardly curse yourself for going out at this hour just so you could satisfy your late night cravings but who would knew that you’d find yourself in this predicament in the first place?

Sighing, you gave your ₩5,000 note to the vendor but before you could leave the stall, you closed your eyes, hoping the man won’t follow you but it looks like luck’s not on your side tonight because as soon as you started to walk, the man made his move to trail along behind you.

You tried to stay calm as you reassure yourself that maybe you’re just being paranoid and it’s just by chance that he happened to leave at the same time and walk the same route as yours but still, it’s better to be safe than sorry and you figured that if he’s going to follow you then it’s best that you make a detour rather than walking straight towards your apartment.

As you turn to walk to your left, you hope for the nth time that the man would walk the other way around but to your dismay, he was quick to follow you still and you’re now definitely certain that this isn’t all just in your head.

Sucking in your breath, you put your hands inside the pockets of your jacket as you fumbled around for your keys, slotting them in between your fingers just in case he gets dangerously close to you but the sounds of his footsteps getting closer threw your whole composure off.

“What’s the hurry?” the man wickedly laughed, agitating you even more.

Don’t panic. you reminded yourself.

Now, if your memory serves you right, there is a pizza place right around the corner and you’ll be safe in no time if you just keep your calm the whole way there but the universe must really hate you for this to happen – the pizza place is closed!

You chewed on your bottom lip as you could already feel the hot tears starting to prick your eyes. Honestly, you don’t know what to do anymore given that you’re currently in a badly lit secluded area with no place to go and no one to save you, that is until you saw your last hope.

“Jin!” you called out as you eagerly ran towards the other side of the road and you couldn’t care less to check both sides first.

“Oh look who we–umph“ Jin let out a grunt once he caught you, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he took a step back to steady the both of you.

“Could you please walk me home?”, your voice wavered as you whispered right to his ear.

“Why? What happened?” Jin tried to pry you away to check in on you but you just pulled him tighter, cowering in fear as you bury your head further down to his neck where you now let your tears freely fall.

What a strange turn of events, Jin thought as he found himself dumbfounded when one minute ago he was just doing his nighttime run and the next thing he knows, you’re clinging to him for dear life like you’ve never seen him for ages when in reality, you just saw each other in the office just mere hours ago.

If anything, it’s a lot more bewildering that you’re acting this way when it’s clearly apparent that you despise each other ever since the two of you found out that you’re both qualified for promotion to the same managerial position but Jin likes to believe your hatred for him started way back to that time you were able to finally caught him in the act of stealing your greek yogurt at the office’s communal fridge.

Still, no matter how much you hate each other’s guts, Jin felt the need to comfort you or rather to protect you once he took notice of the man standing right across the road where you just came from.

“That man across the road, Is he following you?” Jin asked without taking his eyes off of the man who’s still looking at you intently but Jin was able to throw him off with just a glare, causing the man to scratch his head as he left with his tail between his legs.

“I-Is he still there?”

“He’s gone now.”

You let out a relieved sigh as you pull away, wiping your tear stained cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s okay. You’re okay” Jin gave you a warm smile, reassuring you as he kept his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you onto his side, “Let’s get you home.”

“Okay” your voice faltered as you brought your head down, crying once again.

“Ah don’t cry” Jin chuckled, squeezing your arm as he guided you along with him to walk.

“I just–I thought i was actually going to die and i also thought about how it sucks to have odeng as my last meal, you know?” you said with much seriousness that had Jin doubling in laughter.

“Well, good thing you aren’t dead.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, “I bet you once wished I was.”

“Even though we’re rivals, It’s simply too low of me to wish for that”, Jin looked away for a second, “plus, I don’t actually hate you that much, Y/N.”

You look at Jin as you try to think of a sarcastic remark to make but what else are you going to say to that when he’s this close to you, arms wrapped securely around you whilst his hand would rub or squeeze your arm from time to time to ease you and you may or may not think that you could get used to this.

But before you could give much thought about it, your apartment complex building came into view which gives you now an excuse to withdraw from his hold before Jin could make your heart flutter even more.

“Well, this is me”, you said as you walked up in front of the building’s entrance, “Thanks, Jin.”

“Wait, I should at least walk you up to your front door just so i know you’re truly safe.”

“It’s fine, you’ve already done so much and don’t worry, i got it from here” you dismissed him, turning your back at him but Jin was swift to grab your hand, stopping you from your tracks.

“Actually, i just live nearby – a five minute walk from here to be exact, so it’s really no bother, now come on.” Jin dragged you up the stairs along with him, giving in as you told him the directions towards your apartment until you both arrived outside your front door.

“Thank you again, Jin. If it weren’t for you, i’d probably be found dead in a ditch right now” you shyly said, not meeting his eyes as you focus instead on fishing your keys inside your pocket.

“It’s nothing really, just know that i got you or should i say–”, Jin was laughing before he could even finish his sentence and you can’t help but do the same with how contagious his laugh is, “ yogurt me.”

“That was such a bad joke!” you cringed, slapping his arm in the process.

“Sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better.”

The sounds of your laughter ceased down as you both just stand there, looking at each other with a dumb smile on your faces but the moment was ruined when the door suddenly opened, revealing your friend whom you shared the apartment with as she holds on a trash bag on her hand, eyes traveling from you to Jin then towards your still entwined hands and you just knew that you will never hear the end of it when you saw the mischievous smile creeping up across her face.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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🐰🎩NEW TRICKS🎩🐰

Prompt: Y/N decides to show Mr. Moxley some new tricks in order to certify him that he is still her number one

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex (male receiving), angst, jealousy, cursing, praise kink

Tag: @jibbles26 , @bellalutionn

Notes: I’m a sucker for the power that blowjobs hold upon guys. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Hi doll, what you’re up to?” He smirks as he nibs my neck

“Just working. Why? Do you need something?” I ask as I remove my reading glasses

“I do, actually”

“What do you need babe?” I look up to his blue eyes that were filled with mischief

“You” He grinned

“Jon, I thought you needed something urgent” I chuckle

“I do!” He pulls me off my desk chair “I missed you so much” He cradled his face on the crook of my neck

“Jon, we’ve had sex six times yesterday and two times this morning, how can you physically still miss me?” I laugh “That’s like, 8 rounds in less than 24 hours babe! And you only got home yesterday”

“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot and looks so sexy all the time” He licks a trail from my neck to my lips

I look down to my current outfit that consisted in a comfortable pair of grey leggings, an oversized Korn t-shirt, Wilson’s crew socks, glasses, messy hair and no makeup

“I don’t think I look very sexy right now” I cackled

“Yes you do! You always do!” He pulls me closer to his crotch by my ass “C’mon Y/N, let’s do some fun nasty business, kitten” He slaps my ass quite vigorously

“Tempting, but I’ll have to decline it! Sorry big guy” I patted his chest

“Why?” He whined and stomped his feet like a little kid

“Because some of us got some serious work to do” I smiled fondly as I sit back in my desk chair

“But I wanna be with you! I need you and I want you now!” He pouted

“Jon, I promise you that once I finish this I’ll be all yours ok love?”

“No” He whines “Not later, right now!” He stomps his feet again

Yes, Jon Moxley can be quite the bad boy, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he’s also a fucking whining little baby! He gets an attitude over the dumbest reasons and sometimes this little scenario happens, where he thinks he can whine and pouts his way until he get what he wants. Sometimes it’s cute and charming to see such a big bearded man like him cause such a scene, but another times like right now it’s annoyingly frustrating, uncalled for and the last thing I need to get me even more stressed out.

“Jonathan, don’t start it! You’re not 4 years old! You’re a grown ass man in your 30’s, so behave as such” I turn to my computer and start to type my notes. After 10 minutes I can still feel his presence behind me, making me grow more nervous

“Jon, you’re not helping, my love” I said calmly

“I’m waiting. You said I would have you once you’re done so I’m waiting!” He bitterly said

“Won’t you rather wait in the couch instead? Meanwhile you can pick a movie for us to watch it later” I try to negotiate

“Meh, I’m perfect where I am right now, thanks for the concern” He huffed

*Oh great, what a fucking joy!* I thought

“This might take a while” I defeatedly said

“Don’t worry, I got time” Was his short answer

Fifteen minutes (and a stubborn Jon Moxley sitting on the floor) later I get a call from Peter, my coworker.

“Hey Peter what’s up?” I say holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder “What? Wait Peter, hold on I can’t hear you properly and I can’t stop typing”

“Well, put it on speaker then” Jon mumbled behind me and in my workaholic haze I did it as he told me, forgetting about one little small detail: Peter’s innocent (but also kind of annoying) flirting.

“Pete, can you repeat that again please?” I rapidly say while I type

“I asked when do you think you can send me the paperwork?” He chuckled

“Oh! Can you give me like....30 minutes?”

“I can give you whatever you want” He charmingly said

“Peter, shut up”

“What?” He cackled “It’s true you know, ask and you shall receive, my dear”

“I didn’t knew you were a Jesus fan” I mocked

“I’m your fan” I can hear the smile on his voice

“Whatever weirdo” I brush it off as I continue to type on the dashboard “Is that all you needed?”

“No, there’s one more thing that I forgot to ask you”

“Ok, shoot” I said

“When are you finally going to accept any of my nightcaps invitations?” Pure amusement filling up his voice

“Oh God send me to hell, fuck off Peter!” I jokingly said and hung up

I totally forgot the fact that Jon had heard that until his voice broke the silence

“So how long have you been seeing each other?” He rudely spats

“What? Seeing who?” I ask confused

He stood up from the floor, yanked me off the chair and trapped my body between his and the table.

“Your sweet boy Pete” he coldly smiles

I roll my eyes “Jon, are you really gonna take a guy like Peter seriously? He quotes Jesus to flirt! That’s nothing but pathetic and also slight disrespectful towards Jesus” I joke

“You think this is funny? What if you caught me flirting with a girl from work, how would that make you feel?”

“It depends if you’re gonna quote Jesus or not” I tease

“Y/N I’m fucking serious! Is this a joke to you? Our relationship is a joke to you? Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“My answer is no to all the above. Now if you ask me if I think that you’re overreacting then yes, I do”

“Overreacting? Really? What about all of the nightcaps invitations? Are you gonna tell me I’m overreacting about that too?” His voice starts to rise

“I don’t like your tone Jonathan” I angrily said

“And I don’t like you having an affair with your coworker!” He yelled

“Oh, so I’m having an affair now? Wow, I better accept those invitations then, if I’m going to hold the cheating girlfriend of the year award” I spat

“Are you having an affair with him?”

“How can you even ask that? You know me better than that Jonathan!” Now I’m yelling too, peachy just peachy!

“Well you didn’t answered my question though. Are you?”

“Of course not! What makes you think that?”

“You don’t wanna have sex with me, so where are you getting some? ‘Cause we both know you have quite the appetite for sex, I mean fuck, is hard even for me to keep up with you! You’re like a fucking machine!” He says

My eyes widened in disbelief “So just because I declined to have sex with you 30 minutes ago, because I have to work, I am suddenly a cheater? Or is it because I like to have sex more than the average women do that makes me a cheater? Wow Jonathan, I’ve never heard you say that when one of your male friends cheated. That says a lot”

“Says a lot about what?”

“Your sexist side. Or I don’t know, maybe it’s something else, maybe you are the one who’s cheating on me! So you’re mirroring your infidelity on me”

“Me? A sexist? Now that’s a joke” He laughs “We both know the things you’ve already done to me in the bedroom and trust me pumpkin, if I was a sexist I would never had let you go down that road, if you know what I mean” He measured me up and down “And even if I wanted to cheat on you, which is not the case, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t physically be able to since you knock my ass down every single time we fuck”

“I don’t hear you complain! In fact if I remember correctly you were the one who got in here wanting to have sex in the first place” I huff annoyed

“And I still do kitten” He gets closer

“Don’t touch me, jerk”

“You know how much it turns me on when you get all mad like that, right?” He tried to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away

“Stop, Jonathan”

“What?” He leans closer, pressing his hardening bulge against my lower belly “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you prefer your boy Pete instead?”

“Bullshit” I spat

“Then show me, kitten” He whispers “Show me I’m still good enough for you” He makes me grab a handful of his erection “Show me that you still want me, that I still turn you on”

I pulled him down towards me by his neck, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip quite harshly

“Hmm” He growls “My kitten is feisty, I like that” He smirks “I love when you’re a bitch to me” He laughs devilishly “Whatcha gonna do, huh?”

I forcefully open the button of his jeans, pulling the fly down and yanking the pants along with his boxer briefs down.

Jon put his hands up, in a surrender position. I lick my palm and close my fist around his cock, pumping it up and down.

“Yes baby” He moaned “Take it! Take what’s yours”

I kneel down and without thinking twice, I swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat

“Fuuuuck! Y/N, baby...so good, you suck my dick so fucking good kitten! I love it, I fucking love it!” He moans and I push him further down my throat, swallowing around him

“Oh my fuck” He bucks his hips forward in surprise “How can you be so good at this?” He whispers, holding my hair back, so he can watch me sucking him off

“You look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock baby. Fuck, look at that! Look at how well you take everything in”

I look up at him, hearing him continuing to praise me

“I love when you look at me...so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, so greedy for more aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, lifting his member up so I can lick the bottom half of his shaft, making him moan loudly

“You’re so insanely good at giving head! A fucking pro” He panted “The best head I’ve ever gotten”

I lock my lips around the head, sucking it hard to make him feel the pressure I know he loves, while my hands pump his length with a tight grip

“Oh yes, baby” Jon screamed in pleasure “Oh my fucking- Stop, stop” He moans with his eyes hazy in ecstasy, mouth in an ‘O’ shape as he bites his knuckles to prevent any screaming.

“We both know you don’t want me to stop” I smile, licking from the bottom of the head to his slit

“You’re gonna pay for this” His voice shakily says

“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you baby” I smirked “I have other tricks that I’ve never showed you before” I whisper, feeling his length throbbing on my hand

“Other tricks?” He faintly whispered

I let go of his member and lay down on the floor beckoning to him.

“Come here Jon, let me show it to you baby”

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tatestripedsweater · 4 years ago

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Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet

Stranger Things Taglist: @tatesimper

Warnings: Mentions of Drugs (Cannabis), Mentions of Abuse from his father

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

If you were another pointless one night stand then I think he wouldn’t really care for cuddling you, maybe offers your a cigarette afterwards. But if you were in a relationship then Billy would be more affectionate, stroking your back as you lay on his chest. Often asking if you’re okay and making sure he didn’t hurt you, no matter what he always smiles after sex. Always.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Like a typical guy, his favourite part about himself is his dick. Or his arms/abs, he’s worked hard to get his body where it is so he liked to show it off at any chance he gets.

Billy’s favourite part of his partners is their ass, he’s such an ass man and he’s always squeezing and pinching it. Not even caring if the both of you are in public, it’s almost to show everyone else your taken.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as a fuck boy he is the boy is smart and never leaves anywhere without a condom. Billy always carries more than one in the pocket of his wallet, he rarely cums inside of anyone just incase or pregnancy (if you’re able to get pregnant) or STD’s. Billy wouldn’t mind coating his lover in his cum though, cumming all over their chest or breasts (if you have them). Also would adore to cum on your ass, he sees it as him marking his territory.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He steals your underwear, keeps them in his pocket and laughs to himself when you go on about not being able to find them. Billy is secretly an underwear sniffer and you can’t tell me otherwise on the matter.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced in the bedroom department, he knows how to get you to your orgasm and won’t stop until you’ve came at least twice before he fucks you. Billy enjoys sex very much as it allows him to get his pent up anger out without doing any serious damage.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

On all fours because he likes to grip your ass while he fucks you, but Billy wouldn’t be opposed to you riding him. But just because you’re on top doesn’t mean that you’re in control.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He isn’t really goofy/humorous during sex, but if something happens like a funny noise/ugly orgasm face then you two would most likely giggle about that. But otherwise he’s rather serious as he wants to bring you the most pleasure he can, not make you laugh.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Have you seen this boys hair? He doesn’t manscape, maybe trims what he has below the belt to keep it under control, but he never goes bald. Billy wants to feel and look like a man so he never shaves everything off.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Like I said before it depends on if you’re a one night stand or if you two are in a relationship, he’s romantic for the right person, rarely shows his vulnerable side to just anyone.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Billy masturbates any chance he can get if he’s single or by himself, he often uses porn magazines or rents a porn VHS video to watch while he pleasures himself. If Billy is with someone, just picturing them or having a photo of his lover near us enough to help him jerk off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Goodness where do we start? He’s got a few kinks: Public Sex, Degradation, It’s not a kink but he likes when his hair is being pulled, a slight daddy kink but would rather his partner scream his name, Masturbating with his partner as they watch porn together.. the list goes on.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The Pool, Showers, His Car, Your House, The Woods... although that last one is questionable to say the least.

Anywhere that isn’t at his own house so he doesn’t have to face his abusive father.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Boy doesn’t need much motivation, all his lover has to do is bend down and he’s ready to go anywhere anytime. But the one thing that does send blood rushing to his cock, is when he sees you sucking on a lolly. His mind goes straight to the gutter.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with bodily fluids would be a big no for him (unless it was spit or cum), Billy also would like to slap you on the face. It didn’t matter if you were into that or you asked him too, Billy wouldn’t due to the abuse his father displayed towards him. He wouldn’t want to hurt you like that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Billy loves blowjobs, he would often ask for head when he’s driving for the ‘thrill’. Gripping your hair and bobbing your head until he’s practically hitting the back off your throat, but he also loves giving him oral. He could spend hours between your legs just taking in how you taste, wanting more and more until your begging him to stop. He also likes it when you sit on his face, having you grind against his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the type of sex and who he’s with, he’s sometimes slow and sensual but nine times out of ten you’re getting your ass spanked with him pounding his cock inside you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s up for quickies if the two of you are between jobs, Billy fucking you in the changing rooms while he’s on a break. It he prefers proper sex where he can take his time with your body, taste and feel you completely.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Billy loves public sex so risking getting caught by someone turns him on a lot, he loves making you moan loudly to see if anyone hears him fucking you. He’s willing to try some things once, if he doesn’t like it then you two don’t do it again but if he likes it.. boy you’re in for one hell of a night.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go around 2/3 rounds due to him working out a lot, his stamina is pretty good. Billy won’t cum unless you do (unless he’s punishing you then he cums and deprives you until you’re begging). Billy can hold back from cumming for a while, but the first time you two had sex he nearly came almost instantly which is something you won’t let go.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Billy isn’t one for toys as he enjoys to pleasure you with his tongue/fingers and cock. He wouldn’t say no to a vibrator or a cock ring if you really wanted to try but he draws the line at a dildo. The only cock he wants inside you is his own.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is his middle name. Billy adores having you right on the edge of an orgasm before pulling away completely, he likes to hear you whine and beg to cum. He doesn’t like to be teased but he loves teasing his lover, if you ever tried to tease him he’d have you pinned down almost instantly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Billy can get pretty loud when he wants too but he mostly moans against your skin to muffle it (he’s somewhat embarrassed by the noises he makes). Sometimes he grunts but he’s mostly a growler and moans loudly when he cums.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

High sex. There’s no way this boy doesn’t do weed, with the effect of the cannabis in both of your systems and the emotions of feeling horny would be the best sex you could ask for. Billy would most likely order pizza afterwards.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I’d say he’s a decent size, nothing too overwhelming where you’re scared it wouldn’t fit. 7.5 inches, but he has more of a girth than anything. Also not to go into too much detail but he also has big balls, they’re often slapping against you when he fucks you which only adds to the pleasure.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Through the fucking roof, very very high. There isn’t a day that goes by that the two of you haven’t had sex, and if there is for whatever reason, he’s the type of guy to complain about ‘blue balls.’

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he’s had his cigarette after sex, Billy usually doesn’t fall asleep very quickly; it depends how rough/rampant the sex was. He usually showers first but if it was tiring then the boy would fall asleep after he’s smoked.

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heyyyharry · 4 years ago

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Deep End - Chapter 2: Birthday Boy

…in which Harry gets the birthday surprise he didn’t ask for.

Word count: 4.7k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: Thank you for all the love for Harry and Ezi after chapter 1. Please let me know what you think about each chapter so I can be motivated to write faster 😆

“Humans are so funny. You make up false stories about us and refuse to believe anything that isn’t the same as your imagination,” the siren said.

Harry tossed his head back and laughed. He held out a finger at her. “No, mermaids aren’t supposed to exist. You’re not supposed to exist.”

The siren narrowed her sharp gaze, and Harry quickly moved back a bit in fear of her grabbing his leg and pulling him into the water. To his surprise, she said, “And who are you to decide that? A useless human with a useless tail–”

“Okay, enough with the tail joke.”

“–can’t even survive the drowning deep. You don’t want to believe we exist, so you won’t have to carry the guilt of trashing our homes and murdering our kind.”

Baffled, Harry worked his jaw while silently cursing himself for never taking part in those debate classes back in school. Well, to be fair, he couldn’t have known that one day he would have to debate with a deadly siren in a cave on his goddamn birthday!

He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath. “Look, lady. I’m only one small human, with a bigger than average human tail, FYI.” The siren eyed at his crotch in disbelief, so he quickly crossed his legs. “But that’s beside the point! What I was trying to say was that, if you’re seeking revenge, I can’t satisfy you because I’m not responsible for trashing the ocean or shit like that. I’m a singer, alright? And I don’t even live here. I’m from London. A land far away. If you wanna murder a human, I suggest looking for Elon Musk.”

The siren stared at him like he was the mythical creature. “I’m not familiar with all the names you mentioned,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, which had been a big distraction for him. Good to know that he could still get horny while facing death.

“Don’t you guys have fish Wikipedia?” he asked, and she tilted her head, looking rather confused. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that you should know all the facts about humans. That sounded like discrimination against sirens.”

For the first time since Harry met this siren, she actually smiled at him. “You have a lot of funny words, you strange creature,” she said, her eyebrows knitted in fascination.

“You know what?” Harry exhaled sharply. “Since you’re my kidnapper, I’m gonna stop arguing with you in case you still wanna kill me. But today is my birthday, so I can’t be kidnapped. I haven’t posted a thank you message on Twitter yet, and I might get cancelled for that. Celebrities get cancelled for literally anything nowadays. It’s annoying.” The siren blinked at him, her pink lips slightly parted. “Right,” he breathed. “You don’t have a Twitter account.”

“You said you were a singer.”

“That’s all you got from my long speech?”

“What is it? Singer.”

Harry bit his dry lip and frustratedly combed his fingers through his damp hair. “I sing. Use my voice to entertain other people.”

“Oh, like sirens.”

“I guess.”

“Except that we use our voice to kill people.”

“What?”

“Sing for me,” said the siren despite Harry’s horrified look. She seemed excited as she rested her folded arms on a boulder and gazed up at him with a twinkle in her crystal clear blue eyes. “Let’s hear it. I didn’t know humans could sing. Let’s see if it’s good.”

“Fine.” Harry blew out his cheeks and cleared his throat.

He began to sing.

“Walk in your rainbow paradise–”

“What’s a rainbow paradise?” the siren asked, but he didn’t stop singing to answer her.

“–brown skin and lemon over ice.”

“Why are you singing nonsense words?”

Once again, he ignored her, this time, closing his eyes. “I get so lost inside your eyes. Don’t you believe it? You don’t have to say you love me.”

“Love,” the siren repeated the word as if she had never heard of it in her whole life.

Harry opened his eyes and found that she was looking at him as if she could see right through him. He went on, “You don’t have to say you’re mine. Oh honey, I-i-i-i walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you.”

“Why would you walk through fire for someone?” the siren wondered out loud as she stared off into the distance, her strong brows knitted. “That's stupid. Fire is hot. I saw the humans on the boats use it one night. I almost burned my fingers trying to touch it.”

“Yeah, don’t play with fire.”

“Then why would you walk through it?”

The siren pouted, and Harry caught himself smiling at her naivety. “It’s supposed to mean that you’d do anything for the person you love. Even risking your life.”

“That’s stupid,” the siren repeated her earlier remark. For a second, Harry saw a curious little girl and not a dangerous sea creature from earlier.

“Well, it’s just a song,” Harry told her. “I personally wouldn’t do that for anyone, either, but some people do love with all they have, and would sacrifice everything for the one they love.”

An angry frown had replaced the siren’s previous perplexed expression. “Some humans murder the ones they claim to love,” she said in a cold voice. Harry felt a chill running down his spine, but then the siren went on with a softened expression. “Sirens are not supposed to love. Love is a weakness for my kind.”

Harry nodded. “Bet you don’t even have a heart.”

The siren cocked her head; a corner of her mouth raised subtly. “Every living and breathing thing has a heart. Sometimes it’s valuable. Sometimes it's not.”

“Only valuable if it’s the heart that you want,” replied Harry.

For a long moment, the siren looked into his eyes as if she was trying to read his thoughts. Could she do that? Read his thoughts?

Beads of sweat were trickling down his back as his heart began to race; he could hear it in his ears. Suddenly, the siren was pulled beneath the water. Harry stiffened at once. The ocean was still for a moment, then two sparkling tails burst through the surface. Harry’s jaw fell slack with a soundless scream when he saw another siren sinking her fangs into the first one's neck.

The other siren had bright red hair and a silver tail. There were visible scars all across her pale, lanky arms, and he couldn’t see her face. Legs too stiff to run and hide, he stood on the edge and watched in absolute terror. The scene in front of him was madness as the sirens screeched, their tails flapping, creating violent waves as they sank their claws and teeth into each other’s flesh. Harry could see blood. The first siren was not as strong as the one that was attacking her. He must save her. Maybe a part of him knew that she wasn’t entirely evil. Maybe because she was the only hope for him to get home. Either way, he couldn’t just stand by and watch her die.

Before Harry could even think of a way, a bony hand wrapped around his ankle and dragged him into the sea.

Harry’s dreams were thick with blood and haunted by the siren’s face. He’d been in the dark water, drowning, and the last thing he’d seen was her sapphire eyes glowing with the sunlight above as she’d stretched out her arm to grab him before he sank deeper. He woke up gasping, still feeling the saltiness of the ocean on his tongue and the pressure of water on his lungs.

He found himself lying on his bed, fully naked under the covers. Had he been dreaming?

Kneading his temple to chase away the headache, Harry scanned his sore eyes around the room and screamed when he saw her sitting in the corner. Naked. He looked away as soon as he caught her ocean blue eyes staring back.

The siren was in his room. And she had legs!

“You’re alive!” she exclaimed.

He heard her standing up but couldn’t bring himself to look. She sat down on the edge of his bed, smelling like the ocean. Not the fishy kind of smell; one that was unique, and Harry liked it even though he shouldn’t.

“This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream,” he mumbled to himself while clutching the duvet to his chest.

The siren, now a human girl, let out a sigh. “It’s not. This is real. I’m real.”

“You’re not.”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re...naked.”

Even though Harry wasn’t looking, he could feel her questioning gaze pinning on him. He grabbed the covers and shoved them at her. “Cover yourself.”

“Oh...okay.” The siren did as she was told as Harry quickly placed a pillow on his private part. He finally looked at her, and she smiled while covering her upper body and the area between her legs with the duvet.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. “Better. Okay, why are you here?”

The siren’s eyes widened. “You don’t remember?”

Harry shook his head.

“We were talking when my sister attacked me, then dragged you into the water. You were lucky I saved you twice and brought you back to where I’d found you. This is the only palace on this beach, so I assumed it was yours.”

Harry sat and stared her face, trying to detect a lie but failed.

The siren rolled her eyes. She seemed disappointed as she swept her long black hair over her shoulder, exposing the huge bite mark on her long pale neck. The skin had healed, and the blood had dried, but the area was still bruised. Harry fought the urge to touch it. There was no way this was really happening.

The siren shot a glance at his ankle. And that was when Harry noticed the red claw mark around it. He shivered at the flashbacks of a siren with red hair and a silver tail charging straight at him with her mouth wide open, her sharp teeth ready to tear off his flesh.

“Sorry about my sister. She could be very...deadly,” the siren in front of him said, looking remorseful.

Harry eyed her up and down once again. Finally, he broke his silence, “What happened to your tail?”

The siren refused to look him in the eye as she said, “My mother found out that I saved you, a human, so she cursed me.”

“Cursed you?”

The siren said nothing; the corners of her mouth lowered as she stared down sadly at her legs.

What kind of The Little Mermaid plot is this? Harry thought to himself, yet didn’t say it because it shouldn’t be a joke. She’d lost her tail, which meant she couldn’t go back to the ocean. Ariel from The Little Mermaid had wished to become a human. This girl had been cursed with the life she never wanted just to save him twice.

Harry buried his face into his palms. “Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

“It is your fault.”

His head whipped up at her honest response. “You always say what you think, don’t you?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

Harry sighed and ran his palm over his face. “Never mind. How...how do I get you back to your mermaid form?”

“Siren.”

“Sorry, siren. How do I help turn you back?”

“I don’t know,” she said sadly, clutching the duvet to her chest. “But I need a place to stay until I figure it out.”

Harry thought for a moment and nodded. “I’ll pay for your hotel room.”

“What’s a hotel?” the siren asked, her eyes round. “And why can’t I stay here in your palace? It’s big and you live alone.”

“This is a house, not a palace,” Harry said. “But I’m going back to London tomorrow, and I can’t take you with me.”

“Where is London? I want to see London.”

Seeing her so excited made Harry laugh. “No, you don’t; trust me. It’s not sunny there. Always dark and gloomy and raining.”

“It’s not sunny underwater, either.”

Harry held up a finger and kept his mouth open for a moment as he pondered over what she’d said. “Good point. But I’m still not taking you to London. That’s not a good idea.”

The siren’s eyebrows drew together. “It was your fault I’m in this situation.”

Harry gasped. “You’re so manipulative!”

“I don’t know what it means.”

“It means you say things like that to get me to feel sorry for you, and so I have to help you.”

“Oh, then, yeah, I’m manipulative,” the siren said. “Take me to London with you, or I’ll find you in London and make your life hell.”

Harry tossed his head back and groaned. As if he hadn’t been traumatised enough by all the events that had happened today, now he had to take responsibility for the life of a mythical creature. If he had been a bad guy, he would have just let the government have her and keep her in a lab like that Oscar-winning movie about the dead girl and her fish lover. But Harry wasn’t a villain. Sure, he could be an asshole, but he couldn’t betray someone who’d risked her life to save his. Twice.

Maybe if he’d just say yes and then leave quickly in the morning, he wouldn’t have to deal with her. He’d ask someone to take care of her, pay for a place for her to stay and her food. Her mother would have to take her back eventually. He didn’t know about sirens, but even in the animal kingdom, mothers never abandoned their children.

“Fine, I’ll take you to London,” he said. Seeing the smile on her face, he was lowkey thankful that he was so good at lying. “First, you have to put some clothes on. Wait here.”

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, holding a pillow in front of his crotch and one behind him to cover his butt, then padded awkwardly to his closet to change and get her something to wear. When he returned, she was still sitting on his bed, humming a familiar song and kicking her feet as if testing out her new body parts. He found it endearing, but of course, he wouldn’t tell her.

He handed her a bathrobe. “Put this on. I’ll find some real clothes for you later.”

The siren accepted the bathrobe and stared at it as if she’d been told to put it in her mouth and chew. She glanced up at him. “I don’t understand the purpose of this.”

“To cover up your private parts.”

Suddenly, she seemed sad. “I think I’m broken.”

Harry blinked. “What?”

She looked at him again, pouting. “I don’t have a tail.”

“I can see that.”

“No, I mean, a tail like yours.”

When Harry realised what she meant, his face burned, and he cleared his throat into his fist. “You’re not supposed to,” he said awkwardly. “You’re...a female. I bet male sirens don’t look the same as you, right?”

“There’s no male sirens,” she told him.

Harry cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes. “Huh? Then how do you guys...you know?”

She blinked innocently at him. She didn’t know.

“Mate.” The word made Harry cringe. “How do you mate?”

“Sirens mate with mermen. We only need them for children.”

“Okay, that’s...new…”

Harry would be glad to find out more, but this was definitely not the right time. He waved his hand, urging her to hurry up. Clumsily, the siren got to her feet. Harry didn’t intend to stay here while she changed, but since she could barely keep her balance, she had to hold onto his arms. He stood there, staring at the ceiling as the duvet dropped. She was completely naked in front of him now and so dangerously close. The voice inside his head was telling him not to peek. Fuck. Why did she have to be sexy?

“Do you...um...do you need help?” he asked as she seemed to be struggling with the bathrobe.

“No, thanks. I got it!” she said between ragged breaths, then, “Hey your tail is growing!”

Harry’s eyes dropped to the front of his boxers, his face heating at the sight of his erection. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” she shouted after him. “I need to see it in its full form!”

“This is its full form!”

“It’s still small.”

“Shut up! It’s not!”

Ezili felt bad for lying to this human.

Well, lying was the whole point of her mission, but he had been so nice to her when he found out she couldn’t return to the ocean. She blamed her new human heart for these emotions. Siren Ezili would never feel sorry for this ugly creature. No, wait, this one wasn’t ugly. The mermen were ugly. As much as she despised humans, she must admit that most of them were beautiful.

When this human wasn’t looking, Ezili would regard him with as much curiosity as he had regarded her in secret. The way his brown curls swept back messily. His defined jawlines. The deep dimples in his cheeks. The look of wonder in his eyes. He looked about her age, but his eyes were innocent, greener than seaweed.

She looked away as he caught her gawking. They were sitting at a small table on the floor. The room was darkly lit by the light in the corner. On the table was a mushy pile with little fire sticks on top.

“What is this?” Ezili asked, inspecting the object.

The human smiled at her, the firelight dancing in his leaf-green eyes as he said, “It’s a cake. We’re celebrating my birthday.”

“You told me not to play with fire.”

“We’re gonna put it out anyway.” He winked at her. “A little fire won’t hurt.” Ezili watched the human take out a little black thing and flick his thumb. Fire flared out, making Ezili flinch. “Relax,” he chuckled and the fire vanished. “This is called a lighter. It makes fire. This is a cake. These are candles.”

“What do we do with the cake?”

“We eat it.”

“You eat fire?”

The human laughed at Ezili’s distressed look. “No, silly. We blow out the candles, then eat the cake.”

“Oh,” she said, making him laugh harder. She found it disrespectful and annoying. Was this creature making fun of her? “What’s so funny?” she asked through gritted teeth.

The human stopped laughing, yet his dimples were still visible. “I can’t believe I’m celebrating my twenty-fourth with a siren,” he said.

“Who do you usually celebrate with?” Ezili asked.

“My friends or family,” the human said. “My friends were supposed to be here but their flight got cancelled due to bad weather.” The sadness in his eyes disappeared as he gave a dismissive wave and laughed. “Oh well, it’s not bad being alone. In fact, I’ve been alone my whole life.”

“That’s sad,” Ezili murmured, mesmerized by the candles.

“It’s not,” replied the human. “Some people live their whole life surrounded by others, and yet, they’re still lonely.”

As he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, smiled, and blew out the candles, Ezili sat there and pondered over his last words.

They didn’t eat the cake right away, because the humans said they ought to eat it after dinner. Apparently, humans ate three main meals a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sirens ate when they were hungry, so this was very new to Ezili. She picked up the small shiny thing that shaped like her mother’s trident and pushed around the foods on her plate. “What is this?”

“Fish,” the human said with a smile.

“Dead?”

“You expect me to eat alive fish?”

Ezili scowled at him. “That’s what we eat.”

“You’re human now. Try cooked fish.”

When she didn’t do anything but stare at the plate, the human nudged her hand with his knuckles. “Come on. If you don’t like it, I’ll get you the raw fish in the fridge.”

Ezili doubted that this imbecile creature would poison her with these colourful foods to get away with his responsibility, but at the same time, nothing was impossible.

However, she would probably faint if she didn’t eat. This dinner actually smelled good, and her stomach was rumbling because she hadn’t eaten since yesterday. And so she stabbed the fish’s burned flesh with her little trident, closed her eyes and put it into her mouth. It was soft, salty and a bit spicy, and...surprisingly delicious. She quickly took another bite, and another, and another.

“Wow, you’re really hungry, huh?” The human chuckled. “You like it?”

Ezili nodded fast, unable to answer because her mouth was full.

The human seemed satisfied. “Good. Means I’m a great cook.”

Ezili chewed fast and swallowed as the human began to eat. She tried to copy the way he held the little trident and the knife, and felt like she’d changed. Her mother would hate her so much for enjoying this. And Koa would make sure everyone in their kingdom knew and turn her into a laughing stock.

“Do you have any questions for me?” she said, breaking the silence, mostly to distract herself from thinking about the mission and her family.

The human thought for a second. “Hmmm, I have a bunch so I don’t know where to start.” Then, after a pause, “Why did your mum do this to you? Doesn’t she love you?”

Ezili wished she could stab him for bringing up the topic she’d been trying to avoid. Instead, she sucked in a breath. “She does. It’s just...the way sirens show love is different from humans. We teach our children to be strong from the moment they are born. Sirens live dependent on one another to survive, and so we always have to look out for one another. I guess that’s love for us. My mother is the Sea Queen. She’s very powerful, and so she has high hopes for my sister and I. My sister is better than me, though. I’ve always envied her.”

“Your sister is scary as hell,” the human remarked. “But if your mum is the Queen, you must be a princess.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, so does that make me Prince Eric?”

“Your name is Eric?”

“No,” the human chuckled. “It’s a reference from The Little Mermaid. You should watch that film. You’d probably hate it though. Anyway, it’s so weird that we don’t know each other’s name. I’m Harry.” The human, well, Harry, put his hand across the table. Ezili didn’t know what to do with it so she just stared.

“I’m Ezili.”

Harry smiled, picked up her right hand and shook it. His hand was bigger than her and warm. She liked it.

“Cool name. Can I call you Ezi?”

Ezili instantly pulled her hand back. “No, you filthy creature. That’s not my name!”

“Ezi is short for Ezili.”

“What?”

Harry ignored the look of confusion she was giving him. “Or I could call you Bubbles. That’s a cute nickname.”

“Why Bubbles?”

“Because…” He tossed his head back and groaned. “Damn, woman, you gotta read the story, too. I can’t make these jokes if you don’t get the references.”

Ezili had so many questions. Just as she was about to ask, the black thing on the table lit up and started playing a song that startled Ezili.

“Sorry. My mum’s calling,” Harry said as he picked up the thing and swiped his fingers across it. “Right on time.”

“Is your mother trapped in that thing?” Ezili asked, clutching the hem of the shirt Harry had told her to wear. It was too big on her but she loved that it was comfortable and kept her warm.

“No, this is a phone,” Harry said, shaking the magical device with light coming out of it. “So my mum’s in London, and when she calls me on the phone, her voice gets transferred through it, and I can hear what she says.” He pushed himself up and told Ezili, “I’ll be right back.”

Once Harry was gone, Ezili sat there and tried her best to process all the new information. It was only her first night on land and she was already going through it. This mission was harder than she thought. Still, she had no choice but to continue. She must have that heart, and her mother would be so proud.

When Harry woke up this time, he was on his private jet.

“Hey.”

He screamed, causing Ezi to fall back into her seat in front of him. He whipped his head around and saw that they were the only two people in this cabin. Before he could even come up with a question, Ezi got up, her hand resting on either side of his seat as she leaned forward, until her face was so close to his that he could smell the vanilla scent of the cake in her breath.

Her eyes sharpened at once. “I know you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No...I didn’t.”

“You did, Harry. You were going to leave me at your beach house. I heard you talking on the phone last night with someone else after talking to your mum. You mentioned a hotel room.”

Harry had booked a room for her on the phone last night. He should have done it on the website.

“But guess what?” A corner of her mouth lifted. “I might not have the ability to control tides anymore, but I still have my voice. And so I can control humans with it. I sang you to sleep last night. Then when your servants came to take you to this metal bird, I made him carry you to the magic black carriage and I came here with you. You think you’re one step ahead, you’re wrong. Try that again. I dare you.”

Harry swallowed hard. He could feel his palms sweating as he rubbed them against his thighs. “Okay, I’m sorry for that,” he said. “But you can’t control people like that. If someone found out what you’re capable of...what you are...you’d be in big trouble.”

Ezi arched an eyebrow as she slowly backed away and stood straight with her arms across her chest. Thank God, Harry’s mother called just in time. He immediately got up and excused himself to answer the phone. He left a pouty Ezili in the cabin and went to the exit to talk to his mother.

“My precious boy, are you on the plane right now?”

“Yes, Mum,” Harry sighed.

“Good. I just need the name of your date for the seat arrangement.”

Harry stiffened for a second then quickly glanced over his shoulder to check if Ezi was eavesdropping. Fortunately, she was distracted by a magazine.

“Like now?” he asked his mum.

“Yes. Last night you told me you found one.”

Yes, Harry remembered that part, but he’d only said that so his mum would stop pestering him.

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I did.”

“Her name?”

He hesitated before saying, “Ezili Hans.”

Hans as in Hans Christian Andersen. The writer of The Little Mermaid. If he had the energy to be happy, he’d give himself a pat on the back for the creativity.

“Great,” his mother said, sounding as if he’d just told her he was getting married. “I’m so excited to meet this girl.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, dear?”

“I-I said ‘Well, of course’,” Harry said and covered it up with a nervous laugh.

When he got off the phone with his mum, he felt a light tap on the shoulder and turned around to see Ezi. Shit, had she listened to–

“I promise I won’t use my singing voice to control you again,” she said, to his surprise. "Please. I cannot survive on my own." She twisted the hem of his band-tee uneasily. Even though she looked super cute in his t-shirt and joggers, she was still too underdressed for someone that was travelling on a private jet.

“Fine. You can stay,” he heard himself say while trying to imagine her with actual clothes that fit her.

Ezi’s blue eyes lit up, and the smile that rarely showed up on her face caught Harry off guard. He almost forgot what was happening.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But we need to set up some rules.”

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