#would be nice to have a place just to talk in ‘semi private’

[biteofcherry]

Pit of Hell

dark Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader

summary: You only wanted to go one level deeper into the circles of Inferno. Just one step to secure yourself a stable life. But you're unexpectedly thrown into the lowest level. The pit of hell itself. Where a beast awaits.

warnings: dark!Ari; A/B/O; secret society; semi-dystopian; heavy dub-con; coercion; entrapment; power imbalance; breeding kink; virginity kink; rough sex; dacryphilia; branding; light exhibitionism (forced); degradation; very light blood kink (in reference to virginal blood); oral (m receiving); forced deep throating; dirty talk; no knotting

word count: 7k

Author's Note: I gave you some options in the polls and the results were... meh? Lol, I mean I always love Alpha Ari and breeding is forever my on brand kink, but honestly it was just a little disappointing, because I already have alpha Ari with a breeding kink. So I had to come up with something new. Something interesting. And it steered me toward really dark waters 🫢 What you should be aware of, is that I made it a different kind of Alpha/Beta/Omega universe. I made it semi-dystopian, where the dynamics and physiological details usually associated with the omegaverse are extinct. Or are they...? 👀

As I was writing it, thoughts of making it into a series and introducing more dark Alphas appeared. So it's officially the first installment in the universe called Inferno. Aaand I may have already decided on who the other animals are and how depraved they will be 👀

Special shout out and thanks to @buckets-and-trees for dancing with me around the fire of secret society trope and to @stargazingfangirl18 for whoreheartedly supporting the most unhinged list of warnings

Ari Levinson Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Heart pattering, you looked at the glass case filled with rows of colorful cards. Most were gone already, but the one you waited for at the moment was still there. And was about to end up in your hand. 

Magenta. 

While colours used to be rather indifferent to you, being accepted into Inferno taught you to crave certain shades. Not for their pretty looks, but because each was a key.

Inferno was officially named a private club, but was in fact the only place Omegas were able to earn exorbitant sums of money. Well, not exorbitant if seen from the Alphas point of view, but considering how the crumbled society worked it was the best an Omega could make in the broken world. 

Different kinds of service were expected of Omegas at each level of the Inferno. The first circle of the so-called hell was for simple waitressing and it paid the lowest. If an Omega was accepted by the Inferno, they started at that level and had to prove themselves to be allowed into another floor. 

For the past eight months you rolled your hips in the third circle where Omegas were dancing on platforms and in cages, while the Alphas carried their business meetings, or leered at them without being allowed to touch. 

You were about to exchange your blue key card for the magenta one, descending into another level where the dances would be private, with some touching allowed. It meant the standard paycheck would be higher, plus the tips you might earn from any Alpha who asked for a dance from you. And those tips wouldn’t be in money only, but also certain passes or favors that were incredibly valuable in the cold, harsh world. 

Days of cushioned lives that Omegas led once upon a time were long forgotten. They sounded like fairytales when compared to the harsh reality of the past century. Omegas were at the bottom of the food chain now. Not even coveted as much by the Alphas as they used to be. Very few were swooped up and mated, most going through their lives scrambling to stay afloat and perhaps meet a nice, hardworking beta to form a relationship with. 

As you waited for Astoria (the woman who was possibly the most powerful Omega in the city, since she was the one managing Inferno and the Omegas working in it), your eyes scanned the colourful cards behind a reinforced glass case. 

Magenta was your goal from the very first time you were explained the rules of this place. For now, any colour assigned to deeper levers was too scary, because they meant less control over what happened to you. For example, the red that was appointed for the fifth level meant limited sexual acts. 

You didn’t want that. Even if the paycheck would make your life so much more comfortable. 

As much as you recoiled from the prospect of deeper circles of hell, you couldn’t help your gaze zeroing in on the single golden keycard. It was displayed in that glass cage at the very top, purposely making the lowest circle of hell appear as the highest advance. 

Neither the introduction to the club rules, nor the rumour mill among the Omegas gave away what happened on that level. 

Since from levels six to eight Omegas were giving their bodies for all sorts of sexual play, each more debauched and scary, you couldn’t even imagine what happened in the darkest pit. It was too terrifying to even think about. 

“It’s best you not consider earning it.” Astoria’s smooth, tinkling voice startled your attention away from the glass cage. 

The look she gave you wasn’t a reprimand, but rather a warning. From one Omega to another. 

While Astoria was a strict employer, a stickler for rules, she truly looked out for the Omegas. When you were developing a cold two months ago, she slipped you a package of meds which you wouldn’t be able to get yourself.

“Has anyone ever gotten it?” You asked, nodding toward the golden card. 

“No.” Astoria shook her head, then paused. “Though… There was an incident a year ago.”

“An incident?” You’ve been working at the Inferno for about a year and a half and you haven’t heard of any incident. They had to keep it secret, if there wasn’t even the briefest rumour about it.

“Someone stole it.” Astoria’s voice lowered into a hush. “Reckless girl was too curious for her own good. She wanted to see…”

Your stomach tightened in dread. The complete unknown was more terrifying than if you had an inkling on what could’ve happened to her down there. 

The golden card glimmered enticingly, undoubtedly luring many of the Omegas (especially those who already worked the lowest levels and their boundaries were partially blurred), but your interest in it disappeared immediately. 

“What happened to her?” You asked, nervously picking at the fringes of your white, short dress. 

Astoria opened her mouth, but before she could say anything another voice interrupted.

“She bore the consequences of her actions.”

It was a male voice. Deep, low and smooth in a way that felt like a thick drop of something sweet, like honey, slowly sliding down your body. It licked you with its timbre from your sternum to the valley below your belly button. 

As pleasant as it was, it also scared you with its dangerous potency.

Beside you, Astoria straightened like a string in a violin, her earlier open softness disappearing behind a well practiced mask of professionalism. And obedience, which you never saw in her posture at any other time. 

The man who walked in wasn’t only an Alpha. No, Astoria dealt with those without flinching. But there were Alphas and then there were Alphas. 

The true apex predators. 

There were very few of them, but they were rumored to be able to dominate other Alphas without much effort, as if they were meager Betas. 

“I’d say that her curiosity served Rogers well.” He added with a dark sort of amusement.

Your instincts shook in alarm. Any Alpha insinuating an Omega served them well was repulsive, but when it came from a predator like this one it evoked thoughts of complete ruin, of being forever broken. 

“Mr Levinson.” Astoria politely bowed her head. 

You knew you should drop your gaze down, too, but couldn’t help yourself but look at the Alpha that strode in. 

His big, beefy body was fitting for an Alpha of his power. Everything about him looked thick and imposing, even with the seemingly relaxed stance he presented. Golden rings glinted on his fingers as he combed them through his lush hair. As he swiped his hand over his beard, you saw a glimpse of a bleeding sun tattoo on the back of his hand, ink dripping onto his knuckles. 

When he moved forward, you tensed in fear, finally tilting your chin down and staring at the floor. 

Levinson. It finally ringed in your head with recognition. 

One of the four men owning the Inferno. 

Perhaps, it was more fitting to name them the four horsemen, considering they created this hell. 

“What’s in store for this sweet Snowdrop, Astoria?” Ari asked, circling your shivering form. 

You didn’t dare to ask if the unexpected petname came from your white dress, or because he deemed you so fragile and crushable. 

“She’s worked blue level for the past eight months.” Astoria’s voice was back to her unwavering, professional tone. Detached from any protectiveness or sympathy she might’ve felt for you. “She’s been promoted to magenta, supposed to start tonight.”

Levinson hummed behind you. Though he didn’t lean over, nor touched you, a jolt of unwanted caress slid down your spine. If that Alpha chose to really touch you, not only you wouldn’t be able to fight him off, but your body would give in at the snap of his fingers; that’s how powerful his Alpha aura was to your Omega hindbrain. 

Slowly, Ari circled you again. His gaze swiped over every inch of you, mapping out your curves, each dip and roll. 

When he tucked a finger beneath your chin a hot jolt started your heart into a frenzy. The merest touch, but it filled you with terror. He tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lift and give him a full, unobscured view of your face. 

“No.” He said unexpectedly, releasing you. 

Taking a step back, he turned to Astoria and declared: “She stays on the blue level.” 

Without waiting for any counterargument, he walked out of the office. He knew there would be no arguing. Astoria wouldn’t plead for you. Hell, you wouldn’t plead for yourself. 

Well, inside of you there was this fussy, outraged voice demanding you be given the opportunity, but you also knew that clashing with this Alpha would be like scratching at a wall. If he didn’t find you annoying to the point of breaking your neck, he’d be at least completely unbothered. Merciless. 

Heartless. 

Astoria muttered a quiet sorry, which you welcomed with a small, sad smile. Clutching your blue keycard in your hand, you returned to your former level, telling yourself it was at least something you knew well and felt comfortable with. Besides, you were still employed. That was a big win every day. 

By the time you returned to your home in the early morning hours, you felt calm and content. Yes, there was still the lingering disappointment at being denied promotion, but you anchored yourself to the stability you still had. 

As you walked into your apartment building, you reminded yourself it was the blue level at the Inferno that allowed you to move out of the shitty, very dangerous block you used to live in and into this place. Which still was on the poorer side, but at least the entrance doors were locked and the intendant living on the ground floor was a very sweet, protective Beta who looked out for his tenants. 

You paused, after walking into your small apartment and closing the door. Something felt slightly shifted, as if a streak of something not quite familiar lingered in the air. 

You gulped, clutching your keyes between your fingers as you moved further inside. 

Nothing was moved, not even an inch. There was no one lurking inside as you turned on the lights. Even a few tiny leaves that dropped from your fern were drying on the same spot on the floor. 

You shook your head, accepting that your exhaustion and the unexpected interaction with the most powerful Alpha have simply made you more jumpy. 

Besides, you told yourself as you started taking off your clothes, Jake - the Beta intendant - wouldn’t let anyone break in. He was a sweetheart, but he once kicked the ass of a piece of shit wet cat Alpha who came drunk to harass his ex-girlfriend.

Placated by self-reassurance, you continued your usual routine. Snack, shower, sleep. 

For the next few weeks your life continued the same. At some point you even stopped longingly thinking of the magenta level, though it still popped occasionally into your mind when your knee acted up and reminded you that a doctor’s appointment or physiotherapy would be wonderful, if you could afford it.

Nothing suggested your life was about to change. Not in a big way. 

Until the evening two guards intercepted you at the employees entrance to the Inferno to relay the request that you go into Astoria’s office. Which in itself wouldn’t be much alarming, if they didn’t insist you give them your blue keycard. 

Were you being fired?

With your heart in your throat, you stepped into the office. Into an empty office. Astoria wasn’t inside. However, there was an envelope on her desk propped against a vase with a single white flower, with your name written on the back of the stationary. 

Inside was a simple direction to get into the private elevator. 

Surely, you wouldn’t be given permission and code to that elevator, if she wanted to fire you. Inferno had three elevators to take participants to each level - one was for employees, you included, a second one for the patrons, and the third one was for Astoria and possibly the four owners. 

With trembling fingers, you hit the provided code on the lock and walked into the elevator. The door slid shut behind you silently. Ominous semi-darkness engulfed you. Inside, there were no buttons, no panel to control where the elevator went, no way to stop it, or open it yourself.

There was, however, another envelope with your name on it attached to the wall. 

When you opened it and looked inside, your knees nearly gave away. 

The golden keycard glinted at you.

That one mysterious card, which you learned two months ago was best to never be given. To never desire it. 

“Oh God!” You cried quietly, dropping it onto the floor and huddling in the corner of the small space. 

The elevator was still going down. It felt like being dragged to the literal pit of hell. 

When it finally stopped and the door slid open, you stayed plastered with your back to the elevator wall. Perhaps, if you pretended you weren’t there, if you didn’t step outside, you’d be taken back upstairs. 

But the elevator remained open. Soft, dimmed light of the bottom floor didn’t feel inviting at all. Not to you. 

Long minutes passed and nothing happened. The elevator didn’t close, but also no one barged in to drag you outside. Restlessness increased, pumped by your growing nervousness and fear. You were scared of the rage that could greet you the longer you stayed hidden. And you became more convinced that the elevator wouldn’t be your return to safety. 

Maybe that floor would provide you a different route of escape?

After all, each level had three elevator shafts - private, for guests, and for employees. 

Swallowing nervously, you tried to remember at what angle the other two elevators should be once you entered the floor. If you ran fast towards one of them, you could get yourself to the ground floor and run the fuck outside. 

Your steps were hesitant as you shuffled to the exit and took first glimpses inside the lowest level of the Inferno. What you saw made your heart drop.

It wasn’t a grand, wide space like it was with all the other levels. 

It was a round chamber, with marble floor, stone walls reaching high to an intricate ceiling from which dropped a huge iron chandelier. There was a large round table in the middle of the chamber. Four chairs stood at it like four points on a compass, directing north, south, east and west.

Each chair had a different crest carved on it. 

Lion. Wolf. Bull. Serpent.

No other elevator shafts were visible. Only a closed double door above which a sign ominously warned:

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.

Abandon all hope, you who enter.

Though you thought your own hope to have evaporated as the elevator descended, the last remnants of it died this very moment. As you stared at the chamber with no visible escape route and the famous words of final doom. 

“Don’t worry, Snowdrop. You won’t be pushed through that door.” 

Your head turned to the side, only now noticing the familiar, imposing silhouette of the Alpha. Ari Levinson was leaning against the wall right next to the elevator, with his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted to the side as he watched you tether on the edge of the floor. 

“The darkness behind it is not in my tastes,” he explained casually, like he was talking about not being a fan of whiskey compared to red wine. 

“Wh- why am I here?” You asked, twisting your fingers in front of you and eyeing him warily. 

“I didn’t apply for the golden card!” You rushed to express.

“No one does.” Ari shrugged. “Or, well, those who apply don’t ever get it. Only one person before got it, as you know, but that was because she dared to steal it.”

“So why?” You feared hearing horrifying promises of spilled blood in slow, painful murder. 

“Because you lured the beast.” His eyes ignited with dark hunger and you felt the lick of it between your thighs. 

Ari moved and you took an instant step back, slamming your back against the edge of the elevator door frame. But he wasn't prowling your way. Instead, he lazily walked towards one of the chairs. 

The one with the lion crest.

He draped his forearms against the backrest of the chair, intertwining his inked fingers in a loose grip. That's when you noticed the golden glint of his rings, from which one presented a lion's head.

“Four beasts rule this world.” His words could be a fascinating tale, if he wasn't speaking the dark, ugly truth of what laid beneath your reality.

“In Inferno we provide the opportunity for some to sate their desires, but we don't participate. Meetings in this chamber aren't focused on our personal lust, but on deciding whose blood to spill and which power to snatch.”

“However-” he paused to lick his lips and you couldn't help but chase that micromovement. “Each of us has cravings that we know would demand satiating at one point. Hence the golden card. It was never going to be earned. It's decided individually by each of us when to play that card, because it's a game that won't be repeated.”

“Won't be repeated?” You echoed, trembling as the terrifying vision of death loomed over you.

“Meaning, my innocent Snowdrop, that once one of us gets someone down here they never return to their previous life.” 

Tears welled in your eyes, your breath choking on a sob. Your life wasn’t grand, but you still liked it. You wanted it to continue, despite the hardships you endured.

“It means you're mine now.” Ari's voice deepened into a hungry growl. “Your virginity is mine to take and your womb mine to fill with seed.”

His words tipped your world on its axis. A hot wave of shame that his crude words evoked dropped into ice cold dread as you realized the fate he spun for you.

He wasn't going to murder you. But he was about to break you and bind you to him forever. 

“No!” You shook your head, clenching your hands into fists. 

Ari wasn't bothered by your reaction, like he knew it didn’t matter because he'd get what he wanted anyway.

“If it's your poor attempt to lie to me about your innocent state, I'll remind you I have free access to your medical file.” He sent you a knowing look.

Inferno provided Omegas with an annual check up that included gynecological examination. It wasn't because they cared for Omegas, it was to provide clients with the best quality entertainment. If Omega's results turned out bad, they were dropped immediately and left to fend for themselves. 

“If you're fighting the inevitable,” a dangerous smirk curved his lips, “I could give you a good, scary chase and fight. But, honestly, that's not my taste.” 

Slowly, Ari straightened to his full height. He rolled his shoulders and clenched his fingers around the corners of the sturdy, carved chair.

“I want you to give yourself to me. You're going to splay yourself on that table and welcome my fat cock into your tight, virgin cunt.”

Another spike of heat unfurled in your belly and chest, shocking and scaring you more than the Alpha's words did. 

Was his Alpha power influencing you so much, or was there a part of you that wanted his brutal promise to become reality?

“You wanted to get onto magenta level because it pays better.” Ari pointed out. “It's also why a golden card is a mad dream for many. ‘Cause they imagine the paycheck and comfort it could provide for them and their families.”

“But there won't be a one time pay for this. No more paychecks anymore. Instead, you'll have all the care and comforts daily. You'll have that knee of yours checked. Regular physio. Stocked fridge, nice clothes, your sister and her Beta husband's molded apartment dried.”

“All of that for being my good Omega, taking my cock and bearing me children.” 

Your core filled with heat as your mind bent under the weight of filthy images. Trying to shake it away didn’t work. Your usual numbness to Alpha’s presence and your own basic instincts was frayed at the edges, crumbling the more time you stood there trapped with the Alpha. 

What he promised for the doom couldn’t be overlooked, either. If not for your own health, then for your sister. They had a baby who was constantly sick, because of the moldy walls and malfunctioning heat. Levinson had near limitless resources, so fixing someone’s apartment would for him be like spending pocket change.

Unrushed, he moved from behind the chair to stand next to the table. He tapped his fingertips against the painted wooden surface. 

And waited, watching you with all the patience in the world. 

“It’ll happen, Snowdrop.” He said it with no malice, but there was an unyielding force behind it. As calm and soft he appeared to treat you, his darkness wouldn’t recede. No mercy awaited.

“And yes, it will hurt your virgin pussy when I split it on my dick.” You didn’t take your eyes off his face, so you didn’t see how his cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of breaking you. “But if you make me go there for you and take what I already declared mine, it will hurt more. So be a good Omega and come here.”

You never liked pain. All your struggles, while you dealt with them, never honed you into someone immune to suffering. No, you were still very human and fragile, and if there were ways to limit your pain, you were going to take it. 

So despite sniffling on another sob, you shuffled your feet forward. Tiny step after another. Ari didn’t rush you. Quite the opposite, watching you walk to him heightened his hunger. It was like a foreplay increasing his arousal close to the tipping point. 

“ ‘Atta girl,” he praised when your toes touched his boots. 

Then big, strong hands were gripping your hips and hoisting you onto the table. One gasp of surprise transformed into a yelp when Ari gripped the fabric of your dress and ripped it apart with his bare hands. Your bra followed. Then your underwear. 

You were bared to him completely. Breath quickened and body trembling as he towered over you. 

“Lie back.” Ari ordered.

Your heart pounded in your chest, echo of it resounded in your ears and fingertips, pulsing wilder and wilder. The table beneath you didn’t feel that bad, but it was the Alpha in front of you, devouring you with his gaze that promised bad things happening. 

Bad, scary things, yet still some deep, primitive part of you roused at the prospect. There was an ache low in your belly, making your pussy walls clench as you watched Ari loom over you. 

A jolt made your body spasm when his fingers brushed your naked skin. A tender brush over your knees teasing upwards, along your thighs, over your belly, across your breasts. He skimmed them down again and back up, rousing your body into response beyond your control. 

“Spread your legs.” He growled another command, landing a slap to your thigh when you didn’t comply immediately. 

It was so humiliating. Baring your most intimate part to a ruthless Alpha. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he splayed his hands on the inside of your thighs and rubbed his thumbs along the outline of your folds. “It’s going to look even prettier hugging my dick.” 

He didn’t outright stimulate your folds or clit, just teased the nerves around. Then his palms smoother upwards, fingers spread wide over the curve of your belly.

“You’ll be so full of me. Grow round with our children.” 

As he looked at your naked body in dark victory and hunger, you trembled at the image of his face glowing in malicious triumph when he stared at your pregnant form. 

Reduced to the object of an Alpha’s wicked desire, yet some deeply hidden satisfaction, almost rusted like a forgotten, ancient treasure, stirred from the shadows. 

Through the past century the designations have crumbled from the once admirable and coveted. As the world turned cold, jaded and brutal, certain traits started disappearing. Like the DNA of the people itself had receded, instead of evolving. Though, perhaps, it was an evolution towards the harsh reality you now lived in. 

Legends of Alphas’ instinct to protect and provide seemed laughable, since you hadn’t met a single Alpha who would even be kind. There were no alluring scents, unless someone soaked themselves in perfume. Ruts and heats have devolved - which was praised as something that rooted out primal behaviors, but on the other hand seemed to turn everyone unresponsive. 

You didn’t need to worry about going into an unexpected heat, or having to splurge on suppressants, but you never felt desired. Nor felt a craving so deep it messed with your own mind.

However, as you laid spread on the table like a sacrifice for the lion, a lick of something heady and scorching hot stirred the latent Omega inside of you. 

As terrifying Ari’s plan for your future sounded, a part of you snuggled into that prospect as if it was a safe cushion in the most luxurious bed. 

“Suck.” Ari tapped your lips with two of his fingers.

Your mouth opened instantly and his digits slid in, pressing against your tongue. Your pupils widened when a shot of intense pleasure zapped through your body and hardened your nipples as Ari’s purred, pleased that you started sucking instinctively.

“Such a good Omega.” He praised. “Keep sucking. You better get them really wet, since it’s going to be the only prep that you get before I give you my cock.” 

With his whole frame being so massive, you could only imagine how proportionate his dick was going to be. It would be a struggle if you were dripping, but with just a brief preparation he was going to tear you. 

“Don’t worry, Snowdrop.” Ari chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and pressing them against your clit. “I can’t wait to turn you into a soaked mess with my mouth and fingers, but for our first time I want those sweet whines and cries as you stretch painfully around every inch.” 

Circling your clit a few times, to heighten the first stirring of fire, Ari used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper in his pants. He thrust a single digit into your channel, groaning obscenely at the tight resistance. 

“You’re going to feel so fucking good.” He growled, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy a few times.

He withdrew much too soon. You were wet, but definitely not enough for that first slide of cock to be easy. Which Ari evidently loved. His grin was predatory when he pressed the head of his dick at your opening and you couldn’t suppress the sharp whimper at the first inch opening you wide. 

Bracing one hand on your hip, Ari reached his other arm to curl his ringed fingers around the front of your neck. 

Then he began sliding in. 

A firm, languid stroke; merciless against the physical resistance of your inner walls. 

You tensed as the pain increased. It was confusing, too, because you expected excruciating pain. Instead, it was a new kind of suffering that ignited overwhelming, heavy pleasure. Nothing similar to the light, bubbly pleasure you felt when touching yourself. No, this was powerful and scary, but made you crave more. 

Still, tears welled in your eyes as Ari broke into you and rooted himself deeply. Your mouth opened on a helpless cry.

His gaze was hungrily focused on your face, delighted in the shimmer of your tears. But then, as he slowly withdrew, his eyes flicked down to where his cock was easing out of your pussy. 

“Fucking perfect.” He groaned in pleasure at the sight of dark pink smears - your virginal blood mixed with strings of your wetness.

“Your sweet cunt got a first taste of the cock that owns her now.” He pushed back in. “No one else will ever fuck it, or fill it. Only your Alpha.”

“Say it!” The hand on your throat tightened and he snapped his hips into you in a harsh thrust, causing your body to jerk.

“O-” you gasped, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes as pain and pleasure flared low in your belly- “Only you!” 

More tears flew with the next rough thrusts, but they began drying as sensations blurred into something intense and unrecognizable. Ari’s cock was splitting you with each slide, your pussy unable to adjust fully to his size, yet it was becoming addictive. A part of you hoped it would never end, chanting prayers for more torment. More pleasure. More dominance. 

For his cum.

Your pupils blew wide as your pussy clenched around Ari’s cock when that thought unexpectedly echoed in your head. 

“That’s it, Snowdrop.” Ari grunted, fucking you ruthlessly. “Show me how greedy that cunt is for my cock and seed.”

Ari’s sharp bark of laugh resounded at your pitiful whimper when you spasmed around his dick again. Shaking your head side to side (as much as Ari’s grip on your throat allowed), you scratched your fingers against the table. You shouldn’t be feeling like this! There should only be fear and disgust, not a warm fluttering of something soft and vulnerable beneath the primal arousal. 

Was Levinson’s Alpha power truly so apex that it drew out a response from a stagnant, latent particle of your Omega designation? 

On a particular rough thrust, Ari pressed against a spot that had stars bursting under your eyelids. Your body tensed and arched then suddenly the coil was snapping and you were coming with a hoarse cry. 

He fucked you through it, his pace never easing. The hand on your hip moved to splay low on your abdomen, thumb wedging between your folds to torment your clit. The zap of stimulation was borderline painful as you were still quivering in the remnants of climax and it brought more tears. It was too much!

You shook your head. Your fingertips barely reached Ari’s abdomen, your touch more of a caress to him then your attempted fight against the onslaught. 

“Fuck!” Ari groaned, moving his hand away from your clit. But only to use his hands to reposition your legs - placing both of your ankles on his shoulders as he bore more weight onto you.

His fat cock seemed to plunge even deeper and an unexpectedly lewd moan spilled out of your mouth. 

“Your pretty tears turn me on as much as your virgin blood staining my cock.” 

Ari swiped a streak off your temple before wedging his hand between your tightly pressed thighs, again aiming for your swollen clit. His low chuckle at your hitched cry when he started rubbing it anew transformed into grunts of pleasure when your pussy clenched around him so hard he could barely move. 

You thought he was unrestrained before, but your body’s reaction provoked the truly primal, unhinged side of the Alpha.

He snarled, teeth bared, as his hips snapped into you so hard you felt the jolt of it reverberate up your ribs. The table in the chamber was exceptionally sturdy, but it moved as the animal ravaged you. 

The growl he let out when he reached his own peak seemed to sink into your very bones, binding your cells to him on some incomprehensible level. 

And when the hot flood of cum filled you, a deepest, darkest particle in your brain ignited with a thousand lights. 

It was a new sensation. Not because you were a virgin who was never fucked and filled. As much as that filthy side had you embarrassingly turned on, that feeling regarded something else. As if there was a second entity beneath your skin and it was finally stirred awake. 

For over a century it was believed that designations have regressed so much there was nothing left of the former reactions, or even former physical traits like knots, yet you sensed (and feared) that somehow this Alpha has broken through the iceberg of latency and found the ruins of ancient civilization; stirring some curses to life. 

Your breath was ragged, each gulp intermixed with tiny gasps and whimpers as you felt Ari’s cock throb inside of you, spilling more and more. You never thought that a man could cum so much. It felt endless. And the longer it lasted the more it had your core tingling with need for more. 

Slowly, Ari eased your legs down. They hung limply over the edge of the table, bracketing Ari’s hips that were still pressed against you. Your arms dropped down, too. One onto the table, the other across your belly, a mere inch above where Ari’s hand was still resting on your lower abdomen. 

His hand on your throat loosened its grip. He swept his fingers through the remnants of the tears drying on your face, then down across your body.

“I stake claim.” Ari’s voice resounded firm and unyielding, sending a chill down your spine. 

His blue eyes were on you. His face slightly flushed, a vein in his neck protruding and pulsing from the pleasant strain. But his words sounded like they were directed at somebody else, not just at you.

Long seconds passed before you sensed the change in the air. A gentle current, as if a draft got in. You tensed, head turning to the side as you felt another presence in the chamber. 

Ari pressed his hand over your sternum and pushed you down when you made a move to get up. He pressed on your belly with his other hand, as well. Which not only served to keep you in place, but also reminded you that his softening dick was still inside you and his cum was overfilling your pussy. 

Your heart rate increased as you watched three silhouettes emerge from who the fuck knows where. Big, intimidating, undoubtedly Alphas. 

Probably the other three horsemen. Owners of hell itself. 

They were wearing dark silver masks. Each depicting an animal. Each matching the crests carved into the chairs at the table. A wolf. A bull. A serpent.

They took their places at the table and looked down at you. Then, as if you weren’t interesting, they lifted their heads to look at Ari. 

“What bond do you choose?” Asked the wolf. 

His voice was as cold as it was smooth; like a chill one might feel when walking into the woods late in the evening - comforted by it, but sensing impending danger creeping in to strike.  

“A brand,” came Ari’s swift reply. “My crest.”

They all gave their nods. Then the bull moved closer to where Ari stood between your spread legs. A flicker of blue flame from a lighter made you whimper in fear, but none of them reacted. The bull held the lighter in his tattooed hand, his wrist encompassed in a thick leather bracelet. Ari lifted one of his hands, closed it into a fist, and brought it to the flame.

They were heating up his ring with the lion’s head. 

His crest. 

“No,” a weak sound left your lips when you understood the intention. 

There was no fight left in you. Besides, you had no chances against Ari alone, much less against four Alphas. 

“Shh.” Ari cooed, keeping the hand on your chest in place and rocking his hips into you gently. “You’re already mine, Snowdrop. This will merely be a short sting. Just like your virgin cunt breaking on my cock.” 

His blue eyes returned to yours, holding your gaze as he pressed the hot ring to your abdomen. You cried out in pain as it seared your skin, burning a permanent brand on the belly that was marked from the inside with his seed. 

“Claim witnessed.” 

It was repeated three times, by three different voices, but it barely reached your consciousness as your mind fumbled with processing pain and sinking in unfamiliar contentment. 

Ari kept touching you, stroking your sides and your thighs softly as he continued to coo. There was an additional vibration to his tone every few shushing words, comforting in a way that had your body truly relaxing despite the terror it was just put through. 

Once you settled down, only looking up at Ari with tear-brimmed eyes, he leaned down. And kissed you. 

It wasn’t as soothing as the last few touches and sounds, but brand nearly as hot as the ring burned into your skin. 

He straightened, staring down at you as conqueror at the empire he just crushed and obtained. His gaze traveled down your body to where his mark scorched over your mound, then lower, to where your bodies were joined. 

Slowly, he pulled out and watched as your glistening pussy gaped and pulsed. A heartbeat later his cum trickled out. Dark hunger was still alight in his eyes. Perhaps, it would never leave. Not when it came to you and owning your body. 

You trembled, covering your face with your hands as you felt the mess leak out of you. You saw the sticky combination of your juices, his spend and your blood coating Ari’s cock, and couldn’t comprehend why that unnerving part of you was thrilled about the sight. It made no sense and warred with the appalled and terrified part of your brain. 

“Don’t worry, Snowdrop.” Ari sounded amused as he watched you. “I don’t mind the mess. I’ll fuck you so often and thorough that my seed takes no matter how much of my cum leaks out of your poor, little cunt.” 

He gripped your wrists and forced your hands away from your face, then placed them on his shoulders. He felt warm and secure under your trembling fingers. 

You hated how he anchored you while being the one to break you. 

Ari lifted you off the table and set you onto your feet to the floor. His hold remained on your waist for long enough moment that you didn’t topple down on your weakened legs. 

Yet, as soon as he was sure you wouldn’t drop down, he guided you onto your knees himself. Making you kneel in the sticky mess that dropped from between your thighs onto the marble floor. 

A hand slid into your hair, tangling it in a tight grip. He tilted your head back. 

“Clean your Alpha’s cock, Omega.” He ordered. “Open your pretty mouth and taste us.” 

You tried to keep your lips pressed, refusing to do something so lewd. There was a flash of displeasure at your defiance and you expected Ari to force your jaw open, or to pinch your nose closed so you had to gulp for breath. 

Perhaps he would do that, if your mouth didn’t open on its own volition when he tapped the head of his cock against your lips. Musky saltiness smeared on your bottom lip, somehow provoking an instant reaction beyond your control. It was that new part of you, unearthed by the brutal Alpha. 

She made you open eagerly, tonguing the underside of Ari’s thick cock as he pushed into your mouth. 

“Good girl, Snowdrop.” He praised, rubbing against your tongue in shallow thrusts. “Get it clean of all the mess you made. Do you like how your Alpha tastes?”

He wasn’t really waiting for your reply, but he enjoyed the garbled sound you made as you tried to deny it and he pushed deep in your throat, cutting off your denial. 

He held you there, staring down at you struggling and choking. He delighted in the tears reappearing in your eyes. 

“Swallow around it.” He was merciless. “Oh, I know it’s hard and scary, but be a good girl and swallow down my cock. Close that little throat around it, so I can come down it like I did your pussy.” 

Tears poured down your cheeks as you finally managed to swallow and it caused your throat to constrict so tight you nearly blacked out. 

Ari grunted loudly in pleasure. 

With his free hand he tugged one of your hands that was resting against his thigh and guided it under his cock. He made you cup his heavy balls, forced your fingers to tighten and massage them.

Spurts of thick, salty warmth trickled down your throat. You panicked, fearing you’re going to choke to death as you hurriedly gulped it down. 

“Fuuuuck.” Ari was watching you with his own lips parted and glistening with saliva. “I’d love to fuck your sweet mouth for hours, teach you how to suck and tongue, but having you just simply choke and cry on my cock might be my new favorite version of a blowjob.”

When he finally let you go, after making sure the very last spurt went down your throat, you were coughing and wheezing. Your hands clutched Ari’s thighs as you slumped forward, resting your head against his leg and breathing heavily. 

Naked, filthy and broken, you rested at his feet. Leaning into him like he was your lifeline. 

Ari caressed the top of your head then stepped away for a moment. You fell forward, bracing yourself on your hands on the marble floor. A few seconds later something very soft, very warm, and surprisingly heavy, was draped over your naked form. 

In your peripheral you saw a glimpse of white with streaks of silver. 

Ari covered you with it, then effortlessly picked you up into his arms. Defenseless, exhausted and confused, you simply sank into his embrace. Resting your cheek against his chest, you glanced at the softness wrapped around you. A white fur. 

Because you were his Snowdrop.  

[aphelionwrotes11]

MDNI 18+ (light dubcon) unedited

Part 3 : Trucker!simon

CW: smut, cunnilingus/fingering, fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort

1.6k words

Trucker!simon finally takes his bird home

It takes only a month before you’re quitting your job at the shitty truck stop and talking your landlord out of your lease. Simon does all of the heavy lifting when it comes to the moving. Attaches a trailer to the back of his semi cab and uses that to haul your belongings to his private home in the outskirts of the city.

He tells you this is his actual house, the one he’s taken you to before was just the rental he kept to stay in when he was in the city. Just more convenient, closer to the loading dock for the company he works for. It shocks you that he can afford to rent and own a property at the same time, and he does it just because it’s convenient.

It’s a real nice property, large and lush. The long gravel driveway is lined with pines and brush, at the end is a two story home with a large unfenced yard full of green grass and clover. You can’t help the way you gape at the house, So beautiful, and obviously paid for by the money he made in the military and his fat check from long rides in his truck.

He walks you around the entire property as soon as you get there, showing you around inside and out. The house is even more beautiful inside than out, with gorgeous stained glass windows, wooden beams, spiraling stairs, and a kitchen lined with green tile with flower accents. The decor itself is all rather plain, practically a blank canvas, but it just gives you more to work with. There’s a couch where there’s supposed to be one, a coffee table, plates and silverware for two, but not much else.

When you question him on why there’s practically no furniture at all, he just says he’s never needed much. You imagine so, just one man living in a big house. He doesn’t mention that he bought this property not too long after he saw you for the first time, known since the beginning he would have you one way or another.

“Ther’s space in th’back for a garden. Can put whatever ya want in it.” He tells you, and smiles as you grin excitedly, saying that’s great because you’ve always wanted to start up a garden. (He knows, came home and built up some plant beds and bought gardening supplies after you told him that on the first date.)

He spends the next few hours helping you unpack all of your things, which isn’t much. Didn’t exactly have a lot of space for anything other than necessities in your dingy apartment. He takes extra care placing your folded clothes into your shared dresser. Lining your panties beside his boxers. Chuckles as you wave him off, telling him you can do it yourself with a blush on your cheeks. Walks away with a pair of black lace panties tucked in his back pocket, he’s gonna put those in his truck for the next ride out.

The first few weeks are like a dream, the two of you spending nearly every moment together. You weren’t expecting it to feel this easy. You weren’t expecting yourself to wanna be around him so much. You used to call yourself an introvert, preferred your personal time and space over all else. But now you find yourself crawling across the couch to nestle yourself into his arms late at night, or opting to read your books on the bench in the garage as he works on his truck.

The first time he leaves for work isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, he was gone for only 14 hours. Left in the early morning when it was still dark and came home just in time for dinner.

The second time wasn’t so easy, his ride was a full 25 hours away, and you found yourself nervous the entire time he was gone. He told you before hand that he would occasionally have to go on overnight rides, sometimes he’d have to go on rides that would take a week. But he assured you that those were few and far between. Unfortunately he had told you that before holiday season.

And now, as the next week goes by and you find yourself only seeing your boyfriend a few hours a day, your irritation only grows with each passing 24 hours. When he comes back to his lovely bird being sharp and cold, he knows that something has gotta change.

“Whots th’matter, bird? Talk to me.” He says, a tinge of desperation in his voice, only to be met with your frown as you turned back to your book.

When he first picked up this job after retiring from the military, he didn’t mind the ever changing schedule or long rides. Figured it was for the best, something to keep him busy until he’s too old to work anymore. That was until he met you. Suddenly the long rides felt like eternity until he could return to that greasy truck stop to see you again.

And now that he has you all for himself, the long rides and changing hours make him dread waking up in the morning just to leave your beautiful sleeping form all alone. On the third day of your cold shoulder, the next time he goes into work he has a talk with his boss. He’s promised a strict schedule and reduced hours as soon as the holiday season is finished, with all of the other truckers already knee deep in work, it just wasn’t an option to implement his new schedule so soon.

He makes plans to use a couple weeks of his unused PTO by the next month so that he can make up for the lost time.

When he comes home after a particularly rough shift, his skin feels tight and muscles tense, all he can hope for is to pull you into his arms and nestle his face into your neck. But as it’s been for the past few days, you’re cold once he comes home. He can’t help the irritation that builds in his gut as you ignore him when he asks how your day was.

“Alright bird, that’s it.” He says, rising from his seat that the table and getting to you in record time.

You gasp as he lifts you up and lays you on the kitchen island. Ignores your protests as he lifts up your nightgown and pulls down your panties to reveal an already glistening pussy.

“Been so good for you bird, workin’ so hard, gettin’ that shit done just to come home to you all pissy..” he growls, letting out a low groan as he presses a thumb to your swollen clit.

“Whot you so mad at me for? Think you can’t talk to me?” He asks, pressing his index finger into your pussy as you squirm.

“Would rather you yell at me than this shit- fuck-“ he says lowly, bringing his nose down to your lips and sniffing..like a dog. Chuckles as you whine at him.

“Don’t worry birdie, I’ll make you feel better.”

With that, he starts thrusting his fingers into your throbbing cunt as he licks your clit with his thick tongue.

It’s not long before he’s thrusting into you at a godforsaken pace, the only sounds being your moans and mewls, his low groans, and the lewd sound of your wet pussy being finger fucked and sucked on by his drooling mouth.

“Love you bird, y’know I do-“ he mumbles into your pussy, pressing a kiss to your clit.

You feel that familiar coil of pleasure tighten in your core, your toes are curling, your nerves are hot. You choke out a warning, telling him you are so, so close. He doesn’t relent, just carries on.

The orgasm is blinding, your eyes rolling back into your head as you clamp your thighs around his head. He moans into your pussy as you cum, slurping up your juices and rubbing his nose against your clit.

Pushes you to the point of near overstimulation, stops once you start crying that it’s too much. When he pulls away, a string of his spit and your juices is connected to his mouth. His pupils are blown wide and he looks out of it. He’s panting, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he presses kisses into the tender skin.

He presses his cheek into your tummy and glances up at you, “feeling better?” He asks with a smirk.

After he’s finished with you (which is when the sun has long since set) and you are snuggled in his warm arms on your shared bed is when he tells you about his conversation with his boss.

“M’sorry. Been neglecting ya, haven’t I birdie? Won’t do it again.” He tells you. But you shush him with your own apologies, telling him you should’ve just talked to him, shouldn’t have ignored him and so on.

“Don’t ever feel ‘fraid of talkin’ to me, bird. I’ll always listen.” He says into your hair.

That night, after a long week of coldness and anger, the two of you lay sound asleep in each others warm embrace, totally peaceful.

Note: hey guys!!! Hope you enjoyed this one!! Had to add in a little bit of sweetness for you all 🩷🩷 as usual this one is unedited so please forgive any mistakes or lack of cohesiveness, I’m planning on coming back and editing a bunch of stuff eventually. But for now I’m just kinda throwing random things out for fun 😆 anyways, next thing I’ll be bringing out will most probably be stalker!simon, that or trucker!john price. Love you all, xoxo 😘

Simon Riley master list

[lulualuana]

Miss me?

writing and uploading something twice within the same month? unheard of

wc: 919

cw: car sex, semi-public sex, little rough, dirty talk, teensy bit of praise, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thang yall!), creampie, i think that's it..

enjoy?

The way Leon’s fingers gripped your ass was utterly sinful, blunt nails digging into your flesh just enough to add a light sting to the mind-numbing pleasure you both felt. 

When he promised to take you out for dinner after being away for so long on a mission, you knew full well that the night would end with the two of you getting a little more than frisky, you just didn’t think that you would both get a little too impatient to wait the drive back to your apartment. 

That’s how you ended up in the backseat of Leon’s car, hands gripping his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as he bounced your body up and down, your nails digging into his skin a lot more bitingly than his did to yours as the windows quickly fogged up. It felt so fucking good, and he knew as much. It was why he was so cocky about it, the filthiest of dirty talk spilling from his lips as he worked you up and down his cock. 

“Fuck, you like that don’t you, baby? Like bouncing on my cock like this?” His words are met with a string of ‘yes’s and many other blissed-out curses that has him groaning at how needy you sound, his grip on you tightening. You were sure to have marks the shape of his fingers later from it. 

“What part do you like about this the best, huh?” He asks in a breathy growl, not really expecting you to answer. He could tell from your expression, he wasn’t going to get much out of you any time soon. Except an orgasm, of course. Your was head tipped back, eyes screwed shut and jaw slack as you rambled about how good his dick felt. Fuck did it boost his ego. 

“Like feeling me nice and deep inside you?” He continues, lifting and dropping you down in a particularly sharp motion that he worsens as he bucks his hips up into yours, his dick nudging deep enough to have your eyes crossing. “Or maybe you just like that anyone walking by can catch us, huh?” His words spark a dizzying amount of nervousness beneath the muddled mess that was your thoughts, but it's contradicted by the way you squeeze around Leon so tight. 

Someone could walk by and just see you two. You hadn’t chosen the most secluded spot before you got fed up with not having Leon inside you, and while his windows were tinted, you were sure that the car rocking and your loud moans gave any potential pedestrians a clear image of what you were really doing. 

You want to think about it a little more, maybe put a pin in the joyride and continue someplace that’s a little more private and protected.. but where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fun in thinking reasonably? You’d be lying if you said the potential of being caught didn’t arouse you in an inexplicable way, and you’d be lying even more if you said you had the capacity to think about anything other than Leon right now anyway. What was the point in thinking about anything other than your boyfriend fucking you so damn good in the back seat of his car after being gone for 2 weeks? 

He seems to catch onto your line of thinking (or attempt at it) and gives you his own answer in the form of his hips snapping up into yours, stealing your attention right back. “Don’t worry baby, no one will catch us,” he soothes almost a little deceptively, his words like sweet honey in your ear when your grip on his shoulders falters in favor of your chest resting flush against his, your arms draped over his shoulders instead to hold him close as he works you. 

He’s practically just holding you in place at this point, fucking up into you good enough to reduce you to whimpers and pleas. “I’ll make you come before anyone can.” The sultry promise is too fucking good, combined with the way he drills into you, it’s not your fault when it has you reeling, pussy clamping around around him as stars pop beneath your shut eyes, back bowing under the pleasure. 

“Thaat’s it,” he drawls, still working his dick into you with more effort now, his jaw clenched tight despite the reverent way he gazes down at your shivering body, his own orgasm impending to match you own. “Look at you.” And he’s looking, that’s for damn sure. 

The pretty little dress you had worn to dinner was all sorts of twisted and rumpled, the tights you had worn beneath were torn along with your panties so he could get to you, your hair was a mess, your cheeks were flushed and your eyes had this glaze over them when you had finally opened your eyes to look at him. You looked like sex personified and if Leon were a stronger man he wouldn’t have come. But he wasn’t and here he was, his hips stuttering to a stop as pearly white warmth spilled into you, his head tipping back with a throaty groan to accompany the sensation. 

You both settle as he empties into you, chests heaving against one another as his grip on you finally softens, his fingers rubbing in a hope to soothe the ache that probably lingers beneath his touch. “So..” He starts, drawing your attention to the sly grin on his face. “Did you miss me?”

~~~

so what are you guys getting me for my birthday? :)

[bibookdemon]

Chat. Gay chicken(?) with Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan.

Warning for some nsfw aspects further down ;3

-Started out as SQH writing LBH as bi in PIDW, he was catering to the fans so suddenly LBH discovers he's also into men lmfao, so he writes a smut scene between LBH and another man and it is so much worse than any of the other smut. Bro did not do any of his fucking research. He has no fucking clue.

-Some of the fans eat it up but SY is like NUH UH THIS IS SHIT. And of course he writes that it's shit.

-For once, SQH writes back: 'Like YOU would know, you rich fucking asshole!' (He's gathered that SY has enough money he can sit around all day and leave bad reviews on his story.)

-SY is all 'Of course I know, idiot! Literally everyone knows how to write gay smut!!'

-And SQH is too deep in his rage to think about what he's saying so: 'Prove it then.'

-SY is also too deep. 'Come to XX on XX day.'

-They meet at a bustling coffeeshop that's super cute and geared towards couples. SY's first impression of SQH is 'wow he's short' and SQH's first impression of SY is 'yeah he looks fucking gay.' And he's pretty sure he's gonna eat his words.

-They go on a fucking coffee date. SY buys him coffee, they get a cute table in a semi-private corner, they actually get to talking and everything is kinda chill.

-SQH eventually remembers that hey, this guy is the jerk who leaves shitty comments on his story. So he tells him to man tf up and prove he knows about gay smut.

-SY is now scrambling to figure it out. He does not, in fact, know how to write gay smut. He does not, in fact, know how to prove it. So, now that he's panicking, he does the unexpected to divert SQH's attention: He slides a hand over SQH's, leans it, and kisses him right on the lips. 'How's this for gay?'

-SQH is absolutely surprised and flustered and also holy fuck that was like a really good kiss and low-key he wants to be kissed like that again but- 'still doesn't prove anything - unless you're unable to prove it'

-SY is in this too deep and has too much pride to give in. So he decides to go for another shock factor. He gets out his phone and he calls his favorite hotel. And he books a room. And SQH is just thinking to himself 'what the fuck have I gotten myself into' but of course he's not gonna back out! He has too much pride as well, and hey, a hotel room is better than his dingy little place, and maybe he also wants some more of those kisses.

-They go to the hotel in SY's car (SQH took the bus to get to the coffee shop) and then they're at the hotel and then SY is initiating a quick, sloppy kiss in the parking lot and SQH is feeling a little turned on and then- they have to go inside

-He figured SY was rich, but he didn't realize just HOW rich the bastard was. Bro got a fucking suite. It's huge, the bed is nice, the moment they're inside the room, SY's tongue is down his throat.

-After that, they both sorta stumble through the steps, SQH is too busy being turned on and wanting more kissing to recognize that SY is fumbling with everything and is sweating buckets and trembling cause he's so nervous. When it was time to put the condom on SY was so worried he was gonna rip it lmfao

-And they fuck, and it's awkward but also good, and SQH afterwards is just like 'you should prove you know how to write gay smut more often. To me.'

-SY is just like 'yeah, yeah,' he's tired and he wants to sleep and he just grabs SQH and snuggles him cause it feels right.

-Morning rolls around and they both realize what they just did + what they said they'd do in the future. And they're both looking at each other wide-eyed. And finally, SQH is all, 'Look Cucumber-bro, I don't know about you, but I had a fun time, and fuck all the stupid shit about writing gay smut, I want to BE the gay smut.'

-And SY is just like 'Ok,' because he has nothing better to say but he doesn't mind SQH's reasoning and he liked the sex.

-They'd be fucking hilarious. Poor SY doesn't know what he signed up for, SQH ends up having this endless stamina + an endless torrent of new ideas for them to try. 'I have to know how it works for the story!!! The fans are eating up my writing lately!!!!' - And SY has come to find SQH absolutely adorable and he can't say no to that cute face.

-They're just fuck-buddies at first, but they eventually develop a crush on each other, have a whole dramatic situation over that, and then start dating. (SY starts showering SQH in rich gifts lmao - some of them are useful some art, SQH loves all of them cause omg his boyfriend loves him and gift-giving is part of his love language.)

[guywithn0name]

-Alphabet headcanons-

;Miles G Morales

Miles G Morales x any gender reader

🎸 | Masterlist | 🎸

I still haven’t finished a post I’ve had in my drafts for like 3 months already ( ・∇・) (it’s a Leon Kennedy post lol) but in the meantime I’m going to write this and actively ignore the drafts (^з^)-♡ and ik Miles from 1610 and this Miles are super similar but they have different headcannons since they are still different people and they’ve had different experiences so yeah lol.

Warnings: not rly proofread

-‘A’ is for AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)

Miles isn’t one to show much affection beyond a simple hand-in-hand or a small and quick peck while in public. But he is more affectionate when you two are in private, or with people he’s comfortable around. His love language is acts of service along with quality time. He likes building his tech when you’re around, not really talking but just chilling together while listening to music. If Miles ever gives you gifts he’ll give you homemade gifts like; paper bouquet, handwritten letter, homemade food and ect. I don’t really think he’d give a lot of materialistic gifts. Mostly because over half of the money he steals is to help him and his mom. And he doesn’t really get the point of them either. He gets they’re nice, but why buy something expensive when you can make something?

-‘B’ is for BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestfriend?)

He’a a pretty chill guy to be friends with at the end of the day. He might be a bit closed off at first but when he opens up he’s a huge nerd. He’ll talk about his tech for hours if you know he’s the Prowler. If you two go to a McDonald’s or something, he’s the one who’ll give you one chicken nugget but not buy you a box for you because he’s too poor for that, but if you buy him McDonald’s or something like that, he will give you something self-made as a thank you gift.

-‘C’ is for CUDDLES (how and do they like to cuddle?)

He’s one of them sleepy cuddle people, he especially cuddles with you when he’s sleepy or tired. He acts like he’s a big spoon when y’all cuddle, but he’s really a secret little spoon. He isn’t big on showing affection like I said before, but he is semi cuddly when you two are alone in peace. He likes wrapping himself around you, full body hug and all.

-‘D’ is for DOMESTIC (if they settle down, how will they help?)

Miles is a bit hesitant on settling down with someone. He wants to, yeah. But because of his Prowler job he isn’t quick to just live with anybody. But that aside, let’s talk about what it’s like to live with Miles. He’s the type of person who wants to split the chores. The chores he would do is probably cooking and things along those lines. If you know he’s the Prowler you 100% will find some random parts around the place. The random prowler claw in the coffee table in the living room. Don’t worry about it, Miles just wanted to watch some tv while he was fixing it. Miles appearing in the kitchen, his hands somehow covered in oil? He’s just getting water, don’t mind the oil, it’s just from his motorcycle. The random motorcycle and tech parts on the kitchen counter? Don’t worry, he’ll clean it up soon. He always tries to clean up his messes, but you might find some things that don’t belong in random places.

-‘E’ is for ENDING (how would the break up go?)

Depending on the situation of the break up and who breaks up with who, he still probably might be a bit sad about it, before or after the break up. If you’re the one who’s breaking up with him, he’d definitely want a reason why. He’d probably feel upset about it if it was for a good reason. If he’s the one breaking up with you. There’s are two reasons for him to break up with you. Reason number one; he doesn’t like you anymore and he’s not cruel enough to date someone he doesn’t like. Reason number two; he doesn’t want to put you in danger because of his Prowler job, he just wants to protect you one of the few ways he knows how to.

-‘F’ is for FIANCÉ (how do they feel about marriage)

Miles’ a bit hesitant to marry someone, but he does want to marry someone at some point of his life. He wants the same kind of marriage and love his mom and dad had together. If Miles has a wedding, he’d want a small wedding with only close friends and family attending. He’s not that interested in a big wedding with a ton of people. He thinks a wedding is something only the people who you and him are actually close to.

-‘G’ is for GENTLE (how gentle are they?)

He tries his best to be gentle with you. But he isn’t too good with it. Miles had built a kind of wall around himself after his dad’s death. He still tries his best with you, but somewhat always keeps you at an arms length. But after some time he lets you get closer. Miles’ always careful not to make you uncomfortable or uneasy.

-‘H’ is for HUGS (do they like hugs?)

Miles does like hugs, but he definitely isn’t that clear about it. He also somehow has some of the warmest, and best hugs ever to exist. His hugs with his family member and close friends are like bearhugs. He’s a little awkward hugging strangers tho.

-‘I’ is for I LOVE YOU (when do they say I love you for the first time?)

All things considered, Miles was probably the one who said “I love you” first. You two were hanging out on the rooftop of the apartment complex he lived in, just chilling and looking at the stars while listening to music from his phone. And suddenly he just blurted the words “I love you” while admiring you. It was a cute moment.

-‘J’ is for JEALOUSY (do they get easily jealous? And if they do, what will they do?)

He doesn’t get jealous that much, only when other people obviously flirt with you or something along those lines, he’s more protective than jealous most of the time. He knows you’re loyal, so he doesn’t act too jealous. The most he’ll do when he’s jealous is a small tug on your hand to signal he wants to leave while glaring at the other person, he has a cold exterior so the glare wasn’t unnecessary surprising.

-‘K’ is for KISSES (how often do they like to get or give kisses, and where?)

Miles isn’t someone who likes to give a lot of affection in public, like I said earlier. He does like giving kisses, and reviving them. Miles just doesn’t like giving them in public. When he does give kisses in public, the most he’ll do is give a little peck on the cheek, forehead or on your temple. When he does kiss you on the lips, he’ll definitely do it when you two are alone or at each others place like I’ve said multiple times. When you two kiss, he likes to have his hand on you hip or on the side of you neck. Miles also likes giving soft pecks on the neck when you two cuddle. He enjoys getting kisses, but he doesn’t like showing that. His favourite part to get kissed is on his temple or on the crook of his neck, but only a gentle kiss or peck.

-‘L’ is for LITTLE ONES (how are they with kids?)

There’s only one word on how to describe Miles with kids, awkward. He isn’t bad with them, or good with them. Just awkward. He doesn’t wanna hurt one of them, because of that he doesn’t really know how to handle them. He’s too scared that he’ll hurt one, so he prefers not to interact with kids.

-‘M’ is for MORNINGS (how are mornings with them?

He’s a groggy morning boy. And like I mentioned he’s cuddly when he’s tired, so don’t be expecting to be able to get up early. So when you wake up, you’re 100% in some messy position with Miles wrapped around you or laying on top of you. He probably drooled at least a bit during the night too. His whole morning routine is pretty simple, get up from bed. (Like ten minutes after he woke up) Then changing his clothes and getting breakfast after brushing his teeth, a simple and quick morning.

-‘N’ is for NIGHTS (how are nights with them?)

Miles has a full on night routine, it’s not a complicated one, but he still has one. He always takes a shower before he goes to bed. And his whole skin routine is only water. How does he have such clear skin with so little effort? Only no one knows. He also wears a durag to bed, he also has like three different durags to choose from. Why? Don’t ask, seriously, don’t. (He doesn’t know either) He also always says “good night” and “love you” to his mom before going to sleep. When he moves out, he’ll text it to her occasionally, but every night but some nights. Just to remind her that he still exists. (They talk almost every other day or every day on the phone)

-‘O’ is for OPEN (how open are they about themselves?)

Miles was more open before his dad’s death, but he became a lot more closed off after it. It takes a while for him to fully trust someone. But when he does give someone his trust, it’s like peeling an onion, a lot of layers. He’s slow at opening up, but when he does it means he really does trust you. When he does in fact trust you, you’re one of his forever friends. He’s the type of guy to have a few close friends rather than a lot of not so close friends.

-‘P’ is for PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)

Since Miles himself is a pretty standoffish, so he understands if you don’t want to be open with him right off the bat. He’s definitely patient with you as long as you’re patient with him too. He wants to take his time with the relationship, not rush to things.

-‘Q’ is for QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)

Miles actually remembers quite a lot about you. It’s pretty surprising since he’s the Prowler, and his school along with helping his mom at home too.

-‘R’ is for REMEMBER (what’s their favourite moment in the relationship?)

One of his favourite moments in your relationship was when he told you he was the Prowler. You two had been dating for about a year and half at that point. You were staying over the night at his place. It was almost Halloween and the two of you were coming up with costume ideas when the topic of vigilantes came up. Or more specifically, the Prowler. Miles had been thinking about telling you that he was the Prowler for a bit at this point. So, he decided that now was a good time to tell you. A bit later Miles takes a deep breath and then takes your hands in his, before finally telling you the truth of him being the Prowler. It was a really nice moment to the two of you, and now one of Miles favourite moment of your relationship.

-‘S’ is for SECURITY (how protective are they?)

He’s actually a little protective, he wasn’t as protective before his dad died, but he got more protective after it. He doesn’t wanna loose another person who’s close to him. He also developed a small habit of walking you home when you’re over at his place. The city’s dangerous and he knows it, he likes knowing that you got home safe after you leave his place, it gives him some comfort.

-‘T’ is for TRY (how much effort are they putting into the relationship, dates and ect?)

Miles puts in his share fair of effort into the relationship, but if he notices that you’re not putting the same amount of effort into the relationship he’ll become more distant. He wants that the both of you put in effort for the relationship, not just one-sided effort. Like I mentioned before, he likes giving hand-made gifts and likes to cook homemade meals for you. He isn’t the biggest fan of going on fancy dates or anything. Mostly because he doesn’t really have enough money to pay for them, plus the city he lives in (and most likely you) definitely isn’t the safest place to have dates outside. Miles really likes dates that are spent indoors at each others houses. He especially likes movie dates, and dates where you cook or bake together. Doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not, he’ll still have a lot of fun with you.

-‘U’ is for UGLY (what’s a bad habit of theirs?)

He sometimes has a dumb habit of forgetting to answer texts or calls when his phone’s on silent. And if he does see it, he sometimes forgets to respond completely and only realises it a few hours later.

-‘V’ is for VANITY (how insecure are they?)

He’s not an insecure person, at all. He’s pretty confident in himself, he’s just quiet. But like with my Miles 1610 alphabet headcannon, he’ll get a tiny iny bit insecure if you two haven’t spent time together in a while. (you should go read it if you haven’t already ;) )

-‘W’ is for WHOLE (do they feel whole without you?)

Miles would be sad without you, but he wouldn’t fully feel incomplete without you. But he would certainly miss you. He already lost his dad, so he knows how to deal with sadness. He would miss you. But it all depends if you died or left him. If you died Miles would definitely make a graffiti of you, just like he did of his dad. But if you left him, or the other way around. He would probably think about you time to time, even miss you at times. But he wouldn’t come after you, the walls around his heart wouldn’t let him.

-‘X’ is for XTRA (extra headcanon about them)

Miles is a great cook, his mom taught him how to cook since he’s been little. He wants to get a small tattoo in honour of his dad in the future. He likes drawing you in his sketchbooks, and as little doodles in sticky notes that are on his blueprints of his gear and other things. He actually doesn’t enjoy horror movies a lot, he gets scared easily by them even tho he puts on a front of not-being-scared-of-anything. Miles definitely tender headed, and he only ever lets a very specific barber or his mom touch his hair. And you if you’re lucky.

-‘Y’ is for YUCK (what can they not stand?)

He hates people who just cannot season food properly, it disgusts and pains him at the same time.

-‘Z’ is for ZLEEP (how is to sleep with them?)

Two words for sleeping with him; no space. He moves around a ton while he sleeps and like I mentioned earlier, he cuddles a lot while he sleeps. He definitely has a second blanket that he hugs in his sleep when he can’t cuddle anyone. He’s also one of those people who just cannot sleep without a blanket on. Is he overheating under it? Maybe. But he can’t not sleep with it. Without it he ain’t sleeping, honestly.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! :)

[reysdriver]

In Public | J.P.

Day 5 of Kinktober: Public Sex — james x gn!reader smut

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, semi-public sex, shower sex, mentions of getting caught, oral (male-receiving), a little bit of gagging/choking, cum facial, probably lowkey uncomfortable sex

words: 1.3k

a/n: IT'S FINALLY HERE! I'm sorry I'm late but I promise I'm catching up on the missing kinktober days, do not fret

Every time Gryffindor won a game of Quidditch, you wanted to give James some kind of reward. Usually, you gave him some sweets or a handmade gift right after the game, then you waited until that night to give him the other half of his reward for winning. 

And today, Gryffindor won again—half just because of James. You wanted to make him feel extra good after that game, and you were feeling far more impatient than usual. 

James had already started walking towards the school with a pep in his step, excited to meet you in the Gryffindor common room just like you did every game. He knew he would be getting something as a treat for winning his match. Both of you sometimes wondered if he was just playing for a daily kiss on the cheek at this point. 

But when he saw you in the middle of the crowded room celebrating Gryffindor’s victory, your hands were empty. No bag of jelly slugs, no miniature pies you had snuck into the kitchens to make, not even a little animal you folded out of paper. It was just you. And even though he wasn’t sad to see you, he had gotten his hopes up beforehand. 

You didn’t seem fazed at all when you locked eyes with him, despite your empty hands. You ran up to your boyfriend excitedly.

“Jamie! You did so well out there!” You told him, then wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He pouted. “You don’t have a gift for me, love?”

“Who said that?” You pulled off of him and smirked slightly. “Of course I have something for you.”

“So what is it?”

You feigned a shocked look, like he had suggested something so lewd. “I can’t give it to you here, James. We’d get detention for the rest of our lives.” You leaned forward and whispered into his ear in your best bedroom voice. “But I’ll be able to give it to you if you take me up to your dorm.”

He finally clued in to what you meant and you could feel his whole body stiffen. “Oh, well, I should shower first. I don’t want to stink while you give me whatever it is you have up in my room.” He tried to speak like you were still talking about a handwritten note so the people around you wouldn’t know what you meant. 

“How about I come with you?” You suggested while batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s just as good as your dorm, plus you could have a shower and your reward at the same time.”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea, love.” He smiled. “The kind of thing that reminds me of how much I love you.”

And with that, you took his hand and you walked—more like a giddy jog, honestly—down the hall to the boys’ bathroom. As soon as you two chose a stall, you started stripping down out of your clothes. 

“If anyone catches us, we’re still getting that detention, though.” James commented 

“It’s way more private here.” You pointed out. “But even if we do get caught, I think it’s worth it.”

You slung yours over the stall door, just caring about them not getting wet, while James took care to fold his uniform nicely and place them beside your stuff. Noticing the look you were giving him, James rushed to his own defence. 

“It’s the star player’s kit, it’s an important piece of fabric! Even worth waiting a few extra seconds for this.”

 “Are your clothes safe and sound now, Jamie?” You mocked him. 

“As safe as I can make them.” He replied, even though he knew you were making fun of him. 

You reached behind your boyfriend’s back and turned on the water to the temperature you normally liked, but was far too hot for James to ever shower with unless he was with you. 

He flinched slightly once it hit his bare back, but you soothed him by cupping his strong jaw and crashing your lips against his. It was obvious James trusted you to take the lead, meaning he wasn’t entirely sure what to do right then, especially with his hands. He opted to subtly reach behind him and turn the water temperature down, which you noticed immediately. 

You stopped kissing him, and just looked at him with a raised eyebrow for a second. 

“I’m sorry, love, just tell me what to do from now on.”

“Just relax. Put your hands on my head if your heart desires, but you don’t need to do anything.”

After that, you lowered yourself onto the ground, kneeling just a few inches away from James’ massive cock. It certainly wasn’t the first time you’ve seen it, but the size managed to take you by surprise every time. You brought a hand up to the erection that had already started growing, then gave him a few pumps to ensure he was hard for you. 

James was looking down and watching what you were doing to him, but you didn’t feel nervous at all. Maybe that’s what love is. In fact, you actually enjoyed him watching you, and you looked up to make eye contact with him. 

“Are you ready?” You asked softly. 

“Of course. It’s the reason I won the Quidditch game.” Even though he absolutely had not known that this was your plan before he got on the pitch, you didn’t say anything about it. 

You just leaned forward, bringing James’ cock to your mouth and swiping the tip a few times with your tongue before filling your mouth with as much as him as you could fit. James let out a heavy breath, right at the same time as you gagged around him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, not wanting to ruin the mood but still worried after you choked on his length. 

You nodded, then sucked on what you could fit in your mouth, and just stroked the part of James’ dick that you couldn’t. 

You kept going, knowing you were doing well because of the noises that came out of your boyfriend as you worked on him. It was honestly getting to a point where your whole face was getting numb, but his moans were masking all of that going on with you. 

“I’m gonna cum, love.” James said, interrupting his own chorus of groans. ”Where do you want it?” 

You pulled off of him just for a moment to answer him. “Wherever you want it, Jamie. This is your present, right?”

James was surprised he didn’t finish right there, hearing your raspy, seductive voice while you stroked him like you didn’t even have to think about it. 

“I wanna cum on your face.” 

You smiled, and took him out of your mouth, but continued to jerk him off so he could end how he wanted. 

With a moan that echoed throughout the whole bathroom, James reached his climax, painting your face with thick spurts of his cum and making you even more of a masterpiece than you were in his eyes. 

You kept going until it was all out of him and on you instead, then you stood up and looked at James; you were both grinning at each other. 

“I feel like that was way too good of a gift for one little Quidditch game, but I loved it.”

“I thought you would.” You said. “So, I should probably stick to this as the present after a really important game then?”James brought his hands to your face, wiping away the mess he had just made after taking a minute to admire how you looked covered in him. “I don’t care how important the game is, now that I know this is a possibility, Gryffindor will never lose again.”

[vonlycaonwife]

May i suggest or request a reader whos like billy a cybernetic kinda thing(?) but works as a music artist/DJ with wise, belle, billy, and lycaon? (anby and nicole are opt if u have time that is!)

This is such an interesting idea!!! I know you wanted yandere too but I think I'll stick to normal. You can request again later on when they're open! I also kind of was a bit generic with the music aspect because idk too much.

Warning: none

•He probably heard about you from Belle, since she definitely would be a fan. Though he mainly was half listening to her for the most part.

•It’s only when Belle had dragged him to one of your performances that he truly got an idea of how breathtaking you were when in your groove, your custom cybernetics enhancing the showmanship.

•Though I wouldn’t say he’s a mega fan like Belle would be, but he most likely shows up to more of your shows.

•Oh she was already a fan before she even met you! She just loved your music and how you performed at various events.

•Imagine her shock when you first walk into her store. She’s hiding in the backroom trying to keep her cool, but she just can’t! Is she hyperventilating? She feels like she is!

•Though after a few more visits, with the help of Wise, she was able to have a normal conversation with you!

•And that just makes her superficial crush turn into a genuine crush. Which she’s very sure she’s hiding very well, just don’t ask why she’s turning red when you’re close.

•You’re gonna be waiting awhile if you want to wait for her to ask you out.

•Billy is also another fan of yours! But mainly because of your contribution to the ost of the Starlight Knight show. 

•Though that would mean there’s less of a chance for him to meet you since he spends most of his money on merchandise, but he certainly would also get vinyls of your music!

•I want to imagine that they most likely do concerts for the show’s music (think of those concerts they do for games), and if they did Billy is 100% there and freaking the fuck out as his favorite tracks start playing.

•If he got enough to buy a backstage pass or something he’s gonna be fanboying heavily, especially if they have costumed dancers (like Persona concerts). You’ll probably get overwhelmed heavily from all his hyperactive quirks.

•But the first meeting is good for you both, and even better in the  meetings after that.

•Another that I don’t believe would initially be that interested, though he probably would know way more in a more personal sense since you would most likely ask the Victoria Housekeeping Company for regular cleanups of your place. Since working as often as you do would make it hard to keep the place clean.

•He most likely can hear your music earlier than everyone else, though he’s under contract to never mention it to anyone. Though he is a good reference for making sure there isn’t anything that could hurt a thirian’s ears.

•While he cleans he probably also acts as a semi assistant for you, bringing you water and food since he knows how your workflow runs. Though that’s only if you are there working while he’s there.

•He probably won’t ever really go to any of your performances, but he’s not missing all that much when he gets a private show while he does his job. 

•Plus the small sense of pride he feels over you is nice when he overhears the other workers talk about the latest performance they went to.

[hollowbutcanlove]

The language of the flowers Pt. 1

TW: foul language, mention of fucking.

Yoru - narcissus - deceitful hopes, desire, selfishness.

Your relationship seemed strange to you from the beginning. You saw each other infrequently in private places to satisfy your lustful needs. Outside of those meetings, you had no contact. Or rather, he didn't make contact at all. When you tried to start even a conversation about a joint mission, he quickly swept you off your feet without even letting you finish your sentence. And you were hurting. Your heart clenched and bled, anxious thoughts turning your brain upside down trying to figure out what you were doing wrong.

"Yoru, wait," you finally manage to grab hold of him during the mission. He's wounded, so he can't run far. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Found time to ask," - he snorts and turns away. - "Don't blink your eyes, and look around."

"There's no way I can get through to you at any other time!" - You shriek and tug at his wounded arm.

" Shit! What the fuck do you want?" - he yells and yanks his hand out of your grasp.

"Just tell me why you're avoiding me? Isn't everything that's going on between us..."

"Between us? There is no us. We just fuck every now and then. " - he quips dryly, then abruptly pulls out his gun and shoots somewhere behind your back. - "I told you to watch, didn't I! No use for you besides a nice body."

Something inside you cracks and you stare in shock at the guy, who clearly doesn't care about what you're feeling. He crawls away to a more secluded spot, waiting for help, while you stare at the spot where Yoru was just sitting. His words have shaken you to the core. Did you make it all up? Did you make up something that never happened?

Iso - bird cherry - joy; "I have much to tell you," "I want to see you as soon as possible!"

The silence in the common living room was broken by someone's footsteps, which brought you out of your slumber. You slowly lifted over the couch to look at the insolent man who dared to pull you out of your sweet half-dreams. At the other end of the room stood Iso, apparently just back from a mission. He and a few of the other agents hadn't been at headquarters for a while, but the others were out of sight for some reason.

"They'll be here later," he must have read your mind. - "I brought you something."

He pulls a small toy out of his sweatshirt pocket, a local symbol of the country they were in. You smile softly and sit down fully on the couch, waiting for Iso.

"There's so much I want to tell you about what happened," he takes a seat next to me and begins his story. - "Did you sleep?"

"It's okay," you nod.

After your approval, he begins to recount all the events that have come their way. You only listened silently and nodded occasionally to give some feedback. It's rare that Iso is so talkative and open, but he's always there for you. And all you have to do is enjoy listening to his voice.

Omen - aster white - "I love you more than you love me"; "Not convinced of your love".

"Omen," you quietly call out to your partner in the semi-darkness of the room.

You see him near his bonsai, which Omen was carefully and carefully trimming with special scissors. The painstaking and patient way he was doing his work made you wonder if all living things are allowed to feel such care from a ghostly being.

"Omen!" - You called out louder, and he was finally distracted from what he was doing.

"Yes, dear?" - he resumed his occupation, listening to the sounds you would make. A chill ran through the room, and you shrank back.

"I think..." - you stammered, not knowing how to choose your words. "You... I... Shit..."

The sound of scissors filled the silence that hung in the air.

"Damn, Omen..." - you finally exhale. - "I feel like you don't feel anything for me. Like I love you more than you love me."

He stops and three times the slits in his face turn in your direction. An awkward moment of silence is replaced by a quiet sound that meant Omen put his scissors down on the tabletop.

"You know this is hard for me. Human feelings feel differently to me. "

"But it's hard for me too. And I'm trying to do something about it. Unlike you." - you bite your lip and look away.

"I do some things too, to understand you and not to hurt you. You don't notice them." - A note of anger slipped into the ghost's voice, then his footsteps began to drift away. He didn't like talking to you in a fit of anger, so he just walked away. At times like this you both felt abandoned and misunderstood, but in the end you always end up back where you started. The vicious circle of misunderstandings and reconciliations will always be with you, because you are two different beings who will hardly ever understand each other 100%.

[sxeraphfic]

6 with Loki!! NSFW please (maybe smut? hhaha) he’s saying!!! thankss

DETECTIVE LOKI -  JEALOUSY NSFW PROMPT    

╰┈➤“It looked like he was trying to flirt with you”

Pairing: David Loki x reader 

Word count: 2232

WARNINGS: p in v sex, creampie, slight grinding, possessive sex, biting, marking, swearing, average dirty talk, spanking, palming, semi-public, loki is a little bit of a grump at the start, not super ooc i hope, both of you are a little toxic lol, fingers in mouth. Let's assume birth control is in place here. Lol. Think that's it, there might be more. 

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This is actually my first ever published nsfw fic, so please go easy on me <3 Enjoy my loves!

You and Loki had been coworkers for what felt like an eternity by now, he was a diligent person who took his occupation acutely seriously. Which is grounds for why he managed to not only get promoted up to being a sergeant of the sector you worked in, but also have exclusive access to his own private office and dictatorship over other workers' roles. Unmistakably, he is incredible as a detective and supervisor. That being said, he isn't perfect. He’s reckless, arrogant, stubborn, cocky,  antisocial, a workaholic  and breaking what would be considered a societal rule of workplaces. Don't mess around with your coworker! 

You two had been in a secret situationship for around almost a year now, casual but also intense. No-one in your work suspected a thing either, Loki was just as good at hiding things as he was at figuring them out. The thing about casual yet intense secret situationships is that how concrete the “relationship” actually is, could be considered shaky. He’s never really explicitly made it clear to even you what you both are, despite spending almost every waking hour outside of work together whether that be romantic dates, cuddling, sex etc. Did this frustrate you? Yes. You wanted him to be emotionally available and ready for you, to not have to wonder to yourself whether he even considers you an actual partner or not. You'd bring up the question and he would act so stupidly nonchalant about it or say he just wants to “let it go with the flow.”  

Does he even give a shit? You sighed to yourself staring at the timed out screen of your computer, leaning back and stretching your back and arms out. 

Before you could go back to your daydreams, or work for that matter. You heard one of your coworkers call out your name from across the room. 

“Hey! y/n! y/n! C'mere for a sec.” Your coworker Miles announced 

Your cheeks widened, Miles was a relatively new guy around your age. He was kind of childish, bright, bubbly and overall just a nice guy. You were assigned to train him and since then he's more or less stuck by your side and been a great coworker for you to do cases and research with.  

Making your way over to his desk you spotted a certain someone from the corner of your eye. Loki, walking towards another coworker's desk yet clearly distracted by whatever you were up to. He thinks he's good at having a poker face, and he is. Just not with you, that furrowed eyebrow and light frown said it all. It's mainly your fault he's on high alert right now though, a few nights ago you felt tired of feeling like you were just an undecided casual fling for him. And so you may have.. Accidentally made a point that if he doesn't make a decision on what you guys are, you'll find someone else to be the one for you.     

It pissed him off, clearly. But you assumed that you were both over that silly little argument by now since things had been relatively normal, but guesses are that wasn't the case.  You and  Miles chatted for around ten minutes or so, maybe even less. You giggled a few times here and there and even absent mindedly placed your hand on his shoulder, in the back of your head you realised how this may look to Loki and internally shuddered.

He began to stutter, “oh..oh um.. By the way y/n”  

“Yes Miles?”

“I was thinking..um.. Well if you want to at some point we would like.. Maybe hang outside of work? Go to a bar or something?” he continued on “i mean- it's fine if not but y’know.. You're so sweet and kind to me… and well, beautiful.”  

You saw from the corner of your eye Loki making his way over, oh boy.  

“We are doing work here right, the two of you?” he asked sternly. You rolled his eyes at him “Yes Loki, we are. It's just unlike you, some people have lives outside of work” Miles looked awkwardly between you and Loki, the tension in the air was insanely thick. “Yeah uh.. Sorry about that Loki. I guess I got kind of distracted since y/n is fun to talk to” he smiled before semi-flirtatiously winking at you. Loki didn't twitch a single muscle in his face, you gave Miles an awkward smile to alleviate the atmosphere. Before Loki scoffed and pointed towards your desk “y/n. Off back to your desk please. I have some paperwork I need you to fill.” and then proceeded to turn to miles ``Miles, i know you're new here but flirting and dating is strictly prohibited in the workplace. If I catch that again you will be in trouble.” You huffed and walked away, how hypocritical of him..

It was past 11 pm now, the station was practically empty besides maybe a few less than a dozen people working. Loki had so happened to ask you to stay back to “talk about documents,” but you were well aware of what the conversation was really about. You walked into his office, immediately crossing your arms together.  

“Come closer.'' He directed, pointing you to stand next to him as he sat down in his chair finishing up some paperwork. “So, wanna explain what was happening earlier? I saw that. And heard it” he continued on “It looked like he was trying to flirt with you, or maybe you were trying to flirt with him too.”

You extended your hand to his back, slowly moving up to his shoulder and beginning to massage him gently to cool him off. “Well no i wasn't flirting with him, but i didn't realise we were exclusive like that David.” he scoffed, and you huffed in return. “last time i checked our thing was barely even a thing right? Hardly even a label on it,” you began to apply more pressure to his shoulders. “Thats fucking hilarious” he asserted with an unfriendly grin, “So you want us to be an official thing and yet you accept others flirting with you right infront of me, really?” he pushed your hands off him and in response you glared at him. He continued on, “After our little argument the other day you have to have some sort of understanding on why I might be fuckin’ concerned.”

“What? I hardly accepted it..and even so you expect me to just sit around here waiting for you to be ready to label our relationship??? How about you look at the reality here David. You refuse to make the claim on me. Maybe someone like Miles would actually be able to commit and I appreciate the idea of it.” 

David looked at you with shame on his face, something strangely comforting considering the argument you were in right now and his usual stubborn self. “Look Y/N, I know.. That i'm not exactly good at this whole thing. I’m so used to being alone that the thought of giving myself fully to someone.. well.. scares me.” he placed face into his palm “I don't want to be uncommitted to you, i want you to be mine. And maybe this has made me realise that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to sit on his lap, wheeling his chair back a little for space. “The thought of some little twerp like Miles flirting with you drives me crazy.  I know it's selfish but I want you to myself without the fear of uh.. Well, abandonment.”  

You stretched your arms around his shoulders and pressed your forehead against his “I'm not leaving you David.. You're all I want.” “So make me yours please, commit me to me..” you whispered to him softly. His breath hitched and he sighed, pressing his lips against yours before tugging at your bottom lip ever so slightly with his teeth. The pinch of it made you squeak, you reached up to his hair and tugged on it tenderly. He pushed you up against him so he could have proper access to your neck, Slowly biting and sucking it between different places to give you light bruises. You moaned, beginning to rock your hips against him to gain some pressure against your clothed pussy. The sound of him growling against your neck as he sucked on the skin vibrated right down to your core, “Fuck this feels good, David” you gasped. “God y/n i want to ravage you right now” he whispered against you before leaning into another deep kiss, you could feel his dick throbbing through his pants as you both swirled and pressed tongues together. 

You began to palm him through his pants during your kiss, stroking and feeling up the growing length. “David.. What if we get caught?” you said in between breaths. He choked out a stammered laughed in response “Fuck i don't even know if i care y/n, i need you so badly i wouldn't mind if people found out.” You giggled slightly, staring deeply into his eyes. “That's just your dick talking, but it's pretty empty in the station.. I'm sure it'll be fine.” You used that to cue him to start pulling down your pencil skirt and panties, whilst you unbuttoned his shirt and undressed his lower region halfway down to his thighs. His dick was hard and leaking with precum, his face flushed red. “You look so needy right now dave.” he sighed in response and you snickered as you began to grind your exposed wet pussy against his cock. He began rubbing his sticky hot tip up against your clit for extra stimulation and you whined, settling your head against his shoulder weakly. He furrowed his brow and showed his toothy grin “Look at you. a complete mess in my office on my lap, what happened to me being needy?”  Before you could get another rebuttal in, he moved his hands down your body to your hips and began to align your hole to his cock. As he steadily pushed into you he groaned into your neck. “Fuuuck y/n” he murmured as he began to thrust up and down, you moaned in response pulling against his hair. He swiftly spanked your ass with one hand and placed the other around the nape of your neck massaging it, enjoying the whimpers and mewls he’d pull from your lips.  

Unexpectedly the two of you heard footsteps from outside his office, both of you froze in place unsure of what to do 

“Detective Loki? Are you there? May I come in please?” a voice of one of your coworkers called from outside the door 

You expected him to stop and pull you off, but he smirked coyly and inserted three fingers into your mouth and began to slowly thrust into you again. You arched your back in response, trying to contain your moans and noises of slurping from the drool beginning to fill your mouth and dribble down your chin.  

“Uh.. yeah i'm in here, look i need some uh.. um.. space for the moment” he awkwardly yelled back out, even you could see in his eyes that his adrenaline was at a maximum right now. What on earth was he thinking? 

“Oh.. i have some pretty important paperwork man i-” David interrupted him before he could finish, “Please just leave it at your desk and i'll..” he stared at the way you were grinding up and down onto his dick, before snapping back to reality,  “...come pick it up when I'm ready.” David was struggling to contain himself. He gazed into your eyes as you swirled your tongue around his fingers pushing in and out of your mouth, simultaneously thrusting his cock slowly and deeply inside of you. The warmth and stickiness of your bodies pressed against each other made him melt back into his leather chair.

As soon as he heard the door from outside his office shut he briskly lifted you up and flipped you over onto your stomach against his desk, he leaned down pressing his chest against your back, the pressure of his weight crushing you was so intense yet felt so good. “God you're sexy y’know that?” he half whined half growled into your ear, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. You cried out in pleasure, unable to move or escape from the position. He pulled your hair to gain access to your ear, gently nibbling on your lobe as he continued his deep and sharp thrusts. “You’re all fucking mine y/n” he groaned, “Oh god i feel like i'm gonna cum David. Please cum in me” You yelped out squirming beneath him, gripping onto the edge of his now mess of a desk. He didn't need to be told twice to do so, he buried his face into your neck before pressing a final thrust into you, loading thick streams of cum inside. You practically shrieked, it felt incredible.  

Afterwards you both just sat there together on his chair, unsure of what to do with the mess you made. But content and loving in each other's arms with him stroking his fingers through your hair.

“Bet he couldn't make you feel that good ay?” he chuckled.

partially proof read, will come back to check on it when i wake up <3

[irb-pascalito-99]

Text you Later

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: Joel calls while at work for some lunch time shenanigans.

Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, pictures, dirty talk, praise, semi public sex

A/N: This is an excerpt from chapter twelve of my ongoing fic Always an Angel, Never a God to read more visit A03.

I try to ignore the buzz of my phone in my back pocket as I carry my end of the armoire. Bill huffs when I adjust the piece of furniture in my arms. Once we’re in position we put the legs down carefully.

I automatically pull out my phone to check my texts once my hands are free. A smile spreads across my face when I see it’s Joel again.

Joel: Meet up for lunch?

I bite my lip and look up at Bill who has continued to walk around the store adjusting other items. I lean my hip against the armoire as I type out my reply.

Me: Can’t :( leaving early today for Ellie’s appointment

Frank appears over my shoulder as I press send. I jump as he attempts to glance at the screen.

“Who you texting?” He asks with a sly smile. I shove the phone back in my pocket. I shrug in response and walk toward the front counter. “A man?”

“No Frank,” I lie. “It was just Maria asking if we could hang out tonight.”

The look on his face says he clearly doesn’t believe me. I ignore the next buzz from my phone, and the one that comes immediately after.

“Okay then…” Frank says. “Well I just wanted to see if you wanted this desk we just got in. I know you mentioned wanting to get something Ellie can use in that room.”

Ellie and I agreed to change our parents’ room to an art space the two of us can use. We’ve already packed all the stuff that remains there in boxes. Joel helped put them in the attic for safekeeping. Tomorrow everyone is coming over to help move the furniture out and paint the walls

I follow Frank to the back of the store where we keep the inventory before we put it out. While his back is turned to me I quickly pull out my phone to respond to Joel.

Joel: But I miss you…

Joel: Can we call at least?

Me: Give me like 15 minutes ;)

I throw my phone back in my pocket as Frank stops in front of an old writer’s desk. I run my hand along the cherry stained wood. It’s in great condition, probably worth a decent amount of money.

There’s a lot of drawers as well. I open a couple, they seem decently deep so Ellie could probably store a decent amount of supplies in it. She’s been getting really into sketching lately so a place where she could sit and draw would be really nice.

“How much do you want for it?” I ask.

“Don’t worry about it,” I turn to Frank as he waves his hand. I give him a frustrated look, while I appreciate his generosity it doesn’t feel right to constantly like Frank and Bill take care of me. I don’t want to be their charity case, but Frank won’t hear it. “Think of it as me supporting local artists. You can pay us back with a painting or have Ellie draw something.”

“I’m sure Bill would love whatever she draws of him,” I joke. Frank laughs. I run my hand over the wood again. It would really mean a lot for Ellie to have her own dedicated space in the room.

I let out an exasperated sigh. Frank grins as I concede. He pulls a SOLD sign out of his back pocket and puts it on top of the desk.

“I’ll have Bill load it up when we come over tomorrow.” He says.

He wraps an arm around me while we walk back up front. I feel my phone buzz again. Frank must hear the sound of the vibration because he looks at me amusedly.

“Maria again?” I shrug and walk around the counter to keep myself busy until I can find an excuse to go somewhere private and talk to Joel. “Girl can’t seem to get enough today, you’ve been glued to that phone all morning.”

“It’s probably that contractor guy,” Bill grumbles from across the room. I snap my head to him, trying to keep the blush off my cheeks. “The one she’s all goo-goo eyes for.”

So much for not blushing. I try to hide my burning face from view of Bill and Frank. I feel like a child caught crushing on the popular boy at school.

“Ahh yeah, Joel right?” Frank says. He turns back to me. “Is he coming to help tomorrow?”

“Joel? I think so. I know Maria said Tommy’s coming to help out with the muscle so I’d imagine Joel would be there too.” I try to act casual, but my voice comes out slightly higher than normal.

“Hmm, yeah we know that one has some muscle,” Frank says. I blush even more, just barely managing to stop myself from dropping my jaw at Frank’s comment.

“Sounds like you’re the one with the crush, Frank.” Frank laughs.

“Just making an observation,” he chides. “I think you could use a man like that…”

“Stop,” I beg. I hide my face in my hands. Frank laughs. Bill walks over to help a customer who just walked in while Frank pats me on the shoulder. “I’m taking a break.”

Frank shakes his head, still laughing. I walk toward the back of the shop. I take one more look over my shoulder before I disappear into the backroom.

I make my way to the bathroom and pull out my phone. I lean against the bathroom wall as I call Joel. He answers almost immediately.

“Someone’s needy today,” I joke. I make sure to keep my voice down so anyone who is outside of the bathroom door can’t hear.

“Babygirl, you have no idea.” I shudder at his nickname for me. His voice is deep with a sultry thickness pouring out like molasses. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Haven’t seen you all week, it’s killing me.”

“I know,” I respond. I half whisper into the phone. “I’m sorry, I miss you too. It’s just been crazy with work and Ellie. Getting Ellie caught up with classes has been rough. Turns out I’m really bad at math…”

“Darlin’ why are you whisperin’?” Joel asks.

“I’m in the bathroom at the shop. I don’t want Bill and Frank to hear me, they’ve already been making jokes about me crushing on you. I don't need them to hear anything else.” Joel laughs on the other end. “Stop that, it’s not funny!”

“Sorry sweetheart, but it kinda is.” I roll my eyes. “So you’re crushing on me huh?”

“Shut up,” I grumble. Joel laughs again and then the line goes silent.

“So…what are you wearing?”

“Oh, so it’s one of those phone calls. You’re really over there making fun of me while you’re waiting for me to help you get off?” I tease.

“Well I was going to pick you up and fuck you on a back road in my truck somewhere, but someone couldn’t get away from work.” I whimper at the thought.

It has been getting increasingly harder to sneak around these days. I’ve had to put so much focus on Ellie in order to prove to Marlene that things are solid with us. Joel has been extremely understanding, and my relationship with Ellie has never been better, but it’s been frustrating not to have alone time with him.

“You like that huh? Want to ride my cock in the front seat of my car, naughty girl.” I feel my pussy start to drip at his words. Fuck, I need him. “Go on, tell me what you’re wearing princess.”

“I can send you a picture…” I say. I smile when I hear Joel groan.

I position myself in front of the mirror and adjust my clothes a bit. I pull my neckline down a bit to show off more of my breasts. I turn to the side slightly so he can see the curve of my ass and then hook my thumb in the top of my jeans and pull them down just enough that he can see the top of my lacy black panties.

I take a couple pictures until I get one that I really like and send it over to him. I hear him moan when I pull the phone back to my ear, and then the sound of his belt clinking as he undoes it.

“Another baby, please. Let me see you.” I go back to the door and crack it open for a second. I don’t see anyone outside so I close it and lock the door.

I walk back to the mirror, setting the phone on the counter for a second, and take off my shirt. I push my jeans off as well and stand in front of the mirror wearing only my bra and underwear. I should be embarrassed doing this in the store bathroom, but a rush if adrenaline pumps through my veins as I position myself in front of the mirror. I nice one hand down, ghosting the lips of my pussy on the outside of my panties. I bite my lip and throw my head back, taking the picture and immediately sending it to Joel.

“Fuckk baby, so pretty for me.” I moan quietly at his praise. “Touch yourself gorgeous. Touch that pretty pussy for me. I want to hear you.”

I lean against the wall again and snake my fingers inside my underwear. I run them through my soaking folds, my underwear drenched as I hear the faint slapping sound of Joel’s fist moving up and down his cock.

“Oh Joel, I’m so wet for you,” I moan, making sure to keep my voice down.

Joel groans and a shiver runs down my spine. I dip two fingers inside my hole, my thumb starting to make circle motions. I whimper into the phone as I start to pump my fingers in and out. I try to match my pace to the sounds of Joel jacking off on the other end of the line. He moans loudly at my noises.

“Tell me what you’re doin’ right now sugar. What’s makin’ you make those sweet little noises?” He starts to pick up his pace, panting into the phone desperately.

“I’m touching myself.” I huff. “I got…got two fingers inside… wish it was your fingers, or your cock. Fuck, Joel wish you were splitting me open right now.”

Joel groans again, the sounds of him pumping himself getting louder.

“God, babygirl fuck. I wish I was there too.” I speed up my fingers, my climax building as he goes on. “Wish it was your pussy clenching around my cock right now instead of my hand. Got me fuckin’ jackin’ off in a goddamn parking lot, that’s what you do to me.”

I moan, a little louder than I probably should have. I move the phone to rest between my face and shoulder so I can cover my mouth as my other hand continues to move underneath my panties. I close my eyes and picture him in his truck outside his job site, thrusting his cock into his hands with his phone to his ear.

“Can anyone see you?” I ask. Joel chuckles darkly at my question.

“I don’t think so, not right now,” he grunts into the phone again. “Why gorgeous? That get you off? You like the idea of me gettin’ caught fuckin’ my fist to the thought of you?”

My stomach tightness and I moan again. I’m so close. So fucking close.

“Yeah, I think it does.” His words send another wave of pleasure through me. I’m right on the edge. “I think you like what you do to me. Think you like how desperate you make me, can’t stop thinkin’ of that pussy all goddamn week. You gettin’ close baby?”

“Yes, god yes, Joel please don’t stop.” Joel groans again.

“That’s it darlin’, I’m almost there too. Come for me babygirl. Come for me.”

I keep pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy until I’m finally pushed over the edge, panting and moaning around my other hand as I try to muffle my noises.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to follow. His groans sound more animal than human as I hear him pump his cock a couple more times and then stop. We both pant into the phone as we come down.

After my heart slows down I walk back to my discarded shirt and jeans on the floor and put them back on. I hear Joel’s belt clink again on the other line as well.

“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then?” Joel asks as I straighten my shirt in the mirror.

“Yes, but remember it’s going to be a full house so you need to behave,” I remind him. He scoffs at my remark.

“Darlin’ I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” I chuckle at his remark.

“Would a gentleman jack himself off in a parking lot in the middle of the day?” I ask.

“You got me there,” he laughs. “But I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself tomorrow, no matter how hard it’ll be after not seein’ ya for so long.”

I smile sheepishly, giddy at the thought of him having missed me so much after just a week.

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” Joel agrees and we say our goodbyes. I wash my hands before heading back out to the front of the shop.

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[wizerdbattle]

Some notes for the magical girl AU fic:

This is heavily based on @snail-studios’s initial AU and art! I couldn’t help a lot of headcanons sneaking in, so this fic probably isn’t entirely canon to the original AU – and the liberties I’ve taken probably aren’t reflective of Snail’s intentions in the original AU, so come to me with complaints, not her. Thank you again to Snail for letting me write it!

I tried to structure this like the pilot episode for a show. Unfortunately, I haven’t watched as much magical girl stuff as I would have liked to, but I did use what I remember from watching Sailor Moon with my sister for this.

Link and Mipha are childhood friends and were previously neighbours. Sidon and Aryll get along well but aren’t as close.

I’m lazy so the school system I used is the Australian one. Rough translation is – Sidon is in primary school which consists of prep or kinder (a year below Year 1) to Year 6, and Mipha has just started high school which is Year 7 to Year 12. Sidon is in Year 3 and 7-8 years old, and Mipha is in Year 7 and is 12-13 years old. Hope that makes sense.

Mipha likely goes to a private school or a public school a decent distance from her home, hence the commute. She went to the same primary school as Sidon.

Link and Aryll’s Halloween haul is heavily inspired by @clockwise-works’s fic “Happy Poesfest Eve!!!” Modern AU (featuring Halloween) with very fun times, check it out!

I assume sherbert straws are a semi-universal thing but if you have no idea what I’m talking about, they’re these things. Plastic straw you eat the sherbert out of, pretty self-explanatory.

Also, since it’s summer in the fic, it’s either operating on southern hemisphere time – meaning Link has kept his Halloween haul for a month or two – or it’s in northern hemisphere time, meaning he’s kept it for almost a year. Whichever’s funnier.

Zelda’s mother is (evidently) still alive and her main caretaker, which greatly contributes to her cheery disposition. Most of her hobbies and interests are accommodated well by her mother, so she’s probably one of the most genuine versions of herself.

Urbosa and Daruk as well as Dorephan (and possibly one of Zelda’s parents) are teachers at the school.

Tulin and Aryll are Sidon’s age. Yunobo and Riju are a little younger than Mipha and Link.

There are SO MANY Australian-isms in this fic but I didn’t actually intend to set it in Australia… probably just in modern Hyrule.

The cold noodles that Mipha and Sidon make are Singapore style, according to my very brief research (I’ve made them before with family but didn’t know what they were called). I highly recommend them if you can find a recipe! I’ve never added lettuce but I think (hope) it would work. Peanut butter or some sort of peanut sauce, hoisin, soy and sesame oil are usually the sauces to season it with if I remember correctly. Very refreshing!

Sidon is at a rebellious age. Him and Mipha are very close but they bicker a lot now.

Every time I picture Ruta I think of the baby elephant made of pure light from The Good Place. Probably not her canon appearance but it makes me laugh.

Probably obvious but Ruta is an anthropomorphisation (<- no idea how I’m supposed to spell that) of Divine Beast Vah Ruta. Unfortunately she and Mipha don’t get along so well here.

Mipha is a lot more bad-tempered here than in canon generally, because she’s a good bit younger. I headcanon that she was a lot more rebellious in her youth in BOTW anyway.

I also think that like Zelda, without a destiny to fulfil, she’s allowed to be a lot more carefree and mess around. Also be mean! Let her be a little mean.

I had to study the art (this one) repeatedly to get the dress right 😅 it’s a very nice dress!

Laruta, Mipha’s alias, is actually pinched straight from the “Fisheye Lens” Model AU. I’m very unoriginal.

Wow I’m just dropping rec after rec here aren’t I…

I don’t bring it up but since Zelda’s house is wrecked she and her family are staying temporarily with Impa’s family :)

I haven’t watched Miraculous Ladybug in forever but the overly complicated love square or whatever it is is exactly the romantic dynamic I strived for here, especially factoring in the magical girl aliases (and all the magical girl aliases to come). Also there’s zero romance at all here as well, hope that helps!

I had so much fun writing this :))))) I would definitely want to write more!

I have LOADS of headcanons for this AU now as well as just general modern AU headcanons so… ask me about them? ;) Also I’ll probably post about them regardless because I love them.

[akehoshimystar]

Akehoshi SSR

#FE8A23

Part 1

After changing into the cafe uniform, I stopped by the staff room, and found everyone from the Simulation Dept. having a meeting.

Kou: Good morning. Sorry for hogging this place all to ourselves early in the morning.

Ito: Good morning. It’s okay, I will go somewhere else, so don't worry about it.

Kou: Hold on. You don’t have to do that.

Mao: I'll report it to the Main Office anyway, Ito can stay here.

Yuragi: …..Dawson's new chocolate really hit the spot. Want to try it?

Ito: Um, well...

Akehoshi: Ito-san, come sit next to me~

Akehoshi-kun even went to the trouble of bringing in an extra chair, so all I could do was gratefully sit next to him.

Kou: Now that we’re done with the report, all that's left is to check the reservation status.

Mao: Regarding the new customer, we're waiting for the Negotiation Dept. to investigate right now. Other than that, the business will be operated as usual.

Yuragi: What about the date change? Our client asked if February 4th would be okay.

Kou: Ah, that day is a no-no.

As I was curious about Kou-san's wry smile, I looked down at the shift schedule displayed on the tablet. On the 4th of February, the schedules for all four of them were completely blank.

Akehoshi: Ah. You're planning to celebrate my birthday, aren't you?

Ito: (Oh, February 4th is Akehoshi-kun's birthday...)

Kou: Akehoshi, wouldn't you normally pretend not to notice that?

Yuragi: .......Shameless.

Akehoshi: Ahaha. I’m the birthday boy today, so let me off the hook, will ya?

Mao: Sure, sure, let's continue our talk. I'll take care of the schedule change, okay?

Kou: Thanks. I know you got my back.

Mao: Well, Meeting is over.... Next, what do you want for your birthday? Is there anything you want to eat?

Akehoshi: Hmm... It has to be that after all.

A few days later. I got out of the office at the usual time and headed to the "venue" with the cake that Yuragi-kun had requested.

The venue, Akehoshi-kun's room, was already fully prepared. In the center of the table, surrounded by everyone's ingredients, Akehoshi-kun's personal takoyaki maker stood out.

Akehoshi: Now that everyone is here, let the birthday takoyaki party begin!

After a loud declaration, he began to apply oil to the takoyaki maker with his skilled hands.

Kou: So, what should we start with?

Yuragi: The right half is reserved for sweet fillings. Something without broth. Let’s start with plain and chocolate.

Kou: Hey, wouldn’t that take at least three rows?

Mao: Two rows. As long as he rotates them quickly enough, it should be fine, right?

Akehoshi: As for the rest, let’s go with something classic like octopus and sausage. If Ito-san has any request...

Ito: ……………..

Akehoshi: What’s wrong?

Ito: ……..Ah. I wasn’t sure if it’s just me or this takoyaki maker was too quiet.

3 people: Eh?

Akehoshi: Woah, that's true. I already put oil on it, why?

3 people: ……..

I was a bit taken aback to see their reactions while they were looking at each other in silence. Could this be……

Akehoshi: Dang it~ Did I mess up again?

Part 2

Shortly after, we started looking for a new venue and now we’re at a semi-private room at an izakaya. Our order had already been taken.

Ito: (Everyone has really nice teamwork...)

Akehoshi: I'm glad I was introduced to such a great place.

A place where you can make your own takoyaki is the best.

Yuragi:  ......There's a wide variety of desserts here.

Mao: Yeah. Good for you, Yuragi.

Kou: You can go for both sweet and spicy, and there are plenty of unusual flavors too...

As expected from Yuzuru, he really knows his stuff.

Mao: And here I was worried about what to do when the takoyaki maker broke. I guess it all worked out in the end.

By the way, Akehoshi, how many home appliances have you broken now? Do you have an ability to emit radio waves or something?

Akehoshi: It's not just home appliances. Sometimes things you never expect to stop working went down too.

Ito: A-Any example?

I asked in a way that wouldn’t make me sound like I have just seen something scary. And Yuragi-kun answered with a frown on his face.

Yuragi: The last time we went to the arcade.

When Akehoshi operated the crane game, it just stopped working. I had to call the staff many times.

Ito: I see.....

Akehoshi: Or when we went to a karaoke and had to move a room. For some reason, the tablet just wouldn't charge.

Ito: ……..

Kou: Is Akehoshi really emitting some weird radio waves?

Akehoshi: I wonder the same thing.

Mao: Come on, it's time for a toast. Hold your glass.

Kou: Once again...

Kou: Happy birthday, Akehoshi.

Mao: Happy birthday. Take care of your stomach and liver.

Yuragi: Happy birthday. Hurry up and make some takoyakis already.

Ito: Happy birthday, Akehoshi-kun. Hope you have a wonderful year.

Akehoshi: Wow! Thank you everyone.

Akehoshi-kun looked at each of them in turn and smiled in a carefree manner, which softened everyone's expressions. This sight sent the warmth all the way to my heart.

Waiter: Excuse me. I've brought the iron plate and ingredients.

Ito: Thank you. Bring it this way, please.

Kou: Wow. Now that I look at it, this is quite a lot.

Mao: Which one should we try first? How about the chocolate Yuragi missed out on earlier?

Yuragi: Add bananas too.

Akehoshi: There’s some weird stuff here... The ones that can easily release liquid are a bit tricky, so I'll make them for you. Maochi, you want kimchi, right?

Mao: Kou will eat that too, so make lots of them.

Kou: Pretty please. What about Ito?

Ito: I'm fine with anything.

Akehoshi: I got you.

All right, I'll treat everyone to Akehoshi-kun's special takoyaki. Just sit tight and watch~

Akehoshi-kun rolled up his sleeves and started applying oil with a brush. This time, the sound of oil splashing can be heard. With that as BGM, the conversation with constant laughter continued.

Part 3

The lid was opened, and the one holding the pick the whole time was none other than Akehoshi-kun.

Akehoshi: Thanks for the wait, Maochi. Your tabasco takoyaki is ready.

Mao: Thank you. What about the seafood mix?

Akehoshi: Just a little more. Kou-kun, would you like some more cherry tomatoes?

Kou: Please, professional Akehoshi.

Ito: (He definitely is a professional at this.)

He skillfully rotated the takoyakis while watching them cook, and placed them on the plate at just the right time. His movements were so efficient like a master of his own craft that I forgot to eat and got so engrossed in watching him.

Akehoshi: Ito-san, should I make something light for now? I recommend Akashiyaki with dashi broth.

Ito: Sounds delicious... I would love to.

Akehoshi: Then I will make sure the dough is a little softer.

Ito: (Ah, he’s also considerate...)

Yuragi: Akehoshi was born to make takoyaki after all.  

Akehoshi: You think so? I'm happy to hear that.

Akehoshi-kun laughed lightly at Yuragi-kun, who said that with a very serious face.

Ito: (………………Honestly, at first, I felt bad about making him doing all this for his own "birthday.")

But anyone can tell that Akehoshi-kun was genuinely enjoying himself, and these three just accepted that fact without interrupting him.

Ito: (Everyone is so natural at creating friendly atmosphere... Akehoshi-kun's birthday party really feels like a party.)

After we left the restaurant with full stomachs…. Kou-san suggested that we take a detour to buy Akehoshi-kun a new takoyaki maker as a present.

Akehoshi: When we get home, let’s have another takoyaki party with the ingredients I got from everyone.

Ito: You can still fit more in there?

Akehoshi: I have a separate stomach for the things I like, I can fill them as much as I want.

Yuragi: Your stomach is like a pocket from another dimension.

Mao: What kind of theory is that...? Why don't you at least save the ones that won’t expire until tomorrow's breakfast?

Kou: Yeah. There's still cake that Ito bought for us.

Yuragi: Leave the cake to me.

Akehoshi: Ahaha, are you fine with takoyaki as long as it has a sweet filling?

Yuragi: If you make it, I’ll eat.

Akehoshi: Then, I will make it especially just for Yura.

Yuragi: Shut up.

Kou & Mao: Seriously, fix that habit of yours…..

The next moment, Akehoshi-kun bursted out laughing. I also couldn't help but laugh as my vision was stained with white breath.

Ito: (...It's so warm being with these people, to the point where I forget about the cold.)

I looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star pass by. I hope we can celebrate together again next year, that’s the wish I made.

TL Notes: Akashiyaki  is a small round dumpling from the city of Akashi in Hyōgo Prefecture. The dumpling is made of an egg-rich batter and octopus dipped into dashi (a thin fish broth) before eating.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Imagine just Loren getting into a conversation with William about why he’s always naked? I imagine the first few weeks of their relationship (in the spring) that she gets kind of bashful (since it’s been a while she has seen a man naked in a sexual way). I feel like Loren likes to wear some kind of clothing around the house and sometimes to bed since she’s a bit shy…

Also, do you think he spits during sex? With all of the gifs during games where he spits, I feel like he might 😆

Awh - this is such a nice way to close off a Tuesday morning. Semi-naked/Naked William. All. Day. Long. I would absolutely agree that when Loren and William start seeing each other, she gets an eye full of him when he's home. I don't know if she questions it, she senses that's just what feels good and is natural to him. She does her best to stifle a reaction, which is extremely tough for her since she's a pretty expressive person. I picture her trying not to smile, cheeks flushed - and William likes how shy she seems, how she blushes - loves how her eyes scan every part of his delicious body. She knows he's a little bit of a peacock - the swagger everyone talks about - but it's part of the playfulness that develops between them. Eventually she cracks, a little soft laugh, face in her hands as she shakes her head, saying some quip about how unfair it is that he looks like that. Let's face it, women ogle William all the time...maybe their brazen about it so it's just part of the normal background noise of his life. Loren on the other hand.... she's kind and charming, a bit on the shy/bashful side - she prefers paying a compliment than receiving one - so her reaction when she looks at him is one of the many things he finds so endearing about her. William's secretly thankful Loren does wear something around his place - he finds her virtually irresistible in clothing as it is. He'd never get anything done if she sauntered around the same way he does.

But in bed, Loren is a naked sleeper. it was like her own little treat to herself once she was alone, in her house that she was fighting for. After long, grueling hours of work, she'd have a bath, pamper herself a little, and climb into her bed naked with clean, fresh sheets.

As for the spit - short answer, yes...I agree with you, I can totally see it. I have actually wondered if he ever forgets where he is and accidentally spits on the floor when he's watching TV 😆 I guess my way of thinking, it starts as something practical - or even something that just seemed natural in the heat of the moment. But as they get more comfortable exploring together, it becomes a very private and intimate practice for them. For them, it’s never about humiliation - it's all about the level of trust that they've had since the beginning, which keeps getting stronger as time goes on. It adds to their playful and sensual dynamic they naturally have with one another.

Thanks for the smile today with your ask, Nonnie....these thoughts will serve me well with doing some of my mundane tasks this afternoon ❤️

[okkalo]

Good day~ Thank you for your crush headcanons! I like it so so much! Can I ask you please for part 2 about Reo, Hiori and Karasu? Have a great day~

hi again anon! i’m glad u enjoyed the first crush headcanons :) and thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy these and have a good day as well 🫶 (i can’t thank you enough for requesting karasu i love him so much)

first part here with: chigiri, nagi, and rin

characters: reo, hiori, karasu

this is my first time writing for reo or hiori(kinda) omg im kinda nervous

you have stolen my heart!

reo

- i feel like it’s obvious when he has a crush tbh

- you can tell because he’s ALWAYS buying you something. didn’t ask for it? he still got it.

- he’s also always giving you lingering touches. oh, your arms are touching? he doesn’t mind one bit.

- if he sees you while talking to his group of friends he will ditch them!! he would much rather be talking to you.

- he also visits you before every practice!

- it could be mistaken for him just being rich and nice though.

- random thought but i bet he calls nagi his wingman? nagi doesn’t do anything to be it but reo still have him the name.

- so whether you catch on or you don’t he decides to confess pretty early.

- so you remember how nagi deemed reo’s confession ideas cringe? reo would be the guy to do a semi-public confession.

- he would do it before classes start. you could tell he RAN to catch you before they started.

- it was kinda cute though because he brought flowers for you. his eyes scanned your classroom before they locked onto you. he was about to say something but you immediately signaled him not to, rushing to meet him outside the classroom instead.

- that didn’t stop the whispers of your classmates, everyone picking up on what was happening.

- you pulled him out of sight of your peers, then encouraging him to go on. “y/n…” you could tell he got nervous all of a sudden, his eyes avoiding yours as he tried to find his earlier courage.

- pls be patient. if you confess before him he will be so disappointed in himself so pls just wait for him. kind and patient eyes will encourage him more too.

- “i love you, please date me,” he finally gets out, breathless as he speaks it. he holds the flowers out for you too.

- please say yes omg.

- he will kiss you if you say yes too—it’s quick considering the time limit but still breathtakingly good. he’s a good kisser, convince me otherwise.

hiori

- MY BFF

- I’M HIS WINGWOMAN!!

- pls say ur a gamer so u can be a gamer couple plsplsplsplspls

- i just know he finds so much comfort in you

- you’ve known each other for awhile now, his feelings for you just recently developing.

- i can see you guys hanging out pretty often. kinda like chigiri, he likes going out with you

- prefers going to your house though

- LOVES gaming with you (if you do)

- he probably doesn’t confess until he knows you feel the same way tbh (he’s super good at telling if you do though)

- it’s also basically impossible for you to catch onto his feelings before his confession? he’s super good at hiding it

- he would confess in private, no doubt. so he’s probably at your house when he does.

- he probably aims it to be the last thing he does before he leaves (he’s nervous leave him be)

- he makes sure to meet your eyes once he says it too

- “i really like ya,” he starts, eyes unwavering, “please go out with me.”

- say yes.

- would probably give you a kiss on your cheek? pls he’s so cute i love him

karasu

- sorry but we’re already dating

- im so weak for him help me

- he flirts with you so much

- it started out as play flirting (he did it to tease/embarrass you) but now it’s real

- he hangs out with you so much (actually not as much as nagi or chigiri though)

- you both are regulars at this small restaurant you guys like to go to. it’s probably a dumpling place (he either likes dumplings or im just hungry for them rn)

- he will always visit you in your class, before they start, your break, and after they end. he’s also a regular in your class.

- i headcanon you guys watch those hawks hunting videos on tiktok when you hang out too

- it wouldn’t be hard to tell he has a crush on you, but it’s not super easy either (a good 6.5/10 imo [10 being the easiest to tell])

- i can imagine him randomly showing up at your place after practice and confessing to your at your doorstep?

- like it’s so random??

- as soon as you open the door and give a small greeting he’s going ahead and saying the confession

- “i love ya,” also breathless? he probably ran to your house tbh even though he was in no rush??

- eyes are piercing into yours, you can tell he means every word

- “go out with me?”

- YESYESHEDYEYESYEYSYES

- play it cool and say “are free dumplings involved?”

- JUST LETS OUT A CHUCKLE AND KISSES YOU

- yes. free dumplings were involved.

unedited thanks for reading!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to talk to my exes anymore? It's been two months and I'm still thinking about this. I (22nb) was in a semi-platonic/semi-romantic relationship with two people (both 20+) I thought were really genuinely lovely. There were communication issues but we're all three traumatized and have massive issues with confrontation so I sort of let a lot of it slide. A lot of it was them just... not telling me things? they'd go to each other for support when they were having bad times but never me. Nor would they ever tell me what was going on - both would just vanish and not respond for like 3 to 6 hours every evening with no warning. I did ask at one point if one of them could at least just... drop us a message and be like "talk later, having a hard time". Which I feel like isn't unreasonable? It apparently was though.

So February into March this year was really tough. I was in my final year (technically the final two months!!) of my undergrad and coping with some abuse in therapy, so I was a bit more all over the place. One of them started really just.... not talking to me and the other started being really off. Like if I spoke to them, it was in dms and never as a group until they wanted to call and play something in the evening.

In March, I had a massive mental health crisis personally and due to some really unfortunate circumstances, ended up unmedicated. This resulted in a psychotic episode (that I identified and informed them about). During this, one of them suggested that if I was having such a hard time with them, if breaking up would be better. And I sort of lost it? I wasn't mean, but I was really stressing that my paranoia and erraticness wasn't about them - I was having a psychotic episode and was incredibly mentally unwell.

It ended up with them both being angry at me and not speaking to me for a day. Everything proceeded far more awkwardly from there. I got back on my medication and somewhat recovered, but ended up needing to move back in with my parents during the exam season (I was a danger to myself). The night I got home, they broke up with me specifically. Because it "didn't feel like we were partners anymore" and I was "unhelpful and uncommunicative". They wanted to continue being friends though.

And I tried to be friends for the next month. I really tried. But it just felt... hollow. And then when I tried to inform one of them of something, they started lecturing me on my behavior.

So I decided... I didn't want to talk to them at that time. And I said as much, in private.

To which they took screenshots of personal conversations and posted them to a group server to prove they weren't the bad guys to mutual friends.

There were a lot of other little things. Like they'd talk to each other constantly but only one would talk to me consistently and this was framed as a "you're bad at communicating" thing to me. I tried consistently to reach out and show both I cared and ended up just.. being ignored or getting one word answers. Me expressing boundaries such as "can we have serious conversations when I'm level headed and not immediately (like not an hour after, I mean Directly, 2 seconds later "hey anon here's a boundary I never told you" after) after I've had a depressive breakdown or me asking to take ten minutes to settle my emotions when being told things were both sort of dismissed. Or even just... they always Expected I'd be there for group gaming sessions with their friends/did gaming sessions without me but got wildly upset when I spent an evening calling/gaming with a friend of mine who lives in a different country (to the point of being petty enough to make another server without me with a couple people and game/call Only There for like a week).

I just got... fed up with being treated like the bad guy? I wasn't always nice, but neither were they. I tried consistently to communicate/be as reasonable as I could and just felt like I was hitting brick walls. Communicating how I wanted the relationship to look always turned into me mimicking an abusive ex or something (seriously - one of them said that something I asked for was what their wildly abusive ex did and therefore wasn't okay).

I'll also note - I only ever shared parts of the breakup with close friends in DMs or in private conversation. Never publicly, and with minimal screenshots. Nothing I said was in a public space at all.

So Tumblr - AITA for not wanting to continue the friendship?

What are these acronyms?

[fletchervanhall]

Ink & Hearts | Flavier

Featuring: Fletcher Van Hall & Xavier Mitchell; mentions of others here and there Location: The Ink Tank; San Francisco, CA Time Frame: Friday night, March 1, 2024 Notes: Fletcher gives Xavier his first tattoo, during which they have a meaningful conversation about The Oscars, relationships, and future plans. @xaviernottheprofessor

XAVIER

Seb had asked if Henry could stay over to check out a new video game with Leo and Winter had a Sweet 16 to attend. It was the season. After dropping Henry off, Xavier made his way to the Ink Tank. The tattoo he'd be getting was small and he was excited about it. He had others he wanted to consult with Fletcher about. He was also happy to be seeing the tattoo artist and getting some time together. There was a lot to catch up on and there were things on his mind he wanted to talk to him about. Fletcher seemed to be very level-headed and the type that would listen and give good advice. Maybe he could help soothe some of Xavier's concerns regarding the Oscars. When he arrived, he waved at Tanya and smiled at her. "How are you doing, girl?" He leaned in against the display, listening to Fletcher's needle. "I know I'm early so I'll just wait out here with you for a bit."

FLETCHER

Fletcher was at one of the semi-private stations, finishing up the refreshing old ink on a repeat client's shoulder blade. The two were chatting casually on and off throughout the appointment and when Fletcher finished, he cleaned and coated the piece with an antibacterial solution and let the client know he was done. "You wanna see it or..?" The man shook his head, "I'm not worried about you fucking anything up. And if you did, I'll bitch about it later." Fletcher chuckled and dryly replied, "Can't wait." He went ahead and covered the refreshed piece, and then slid back on his rolling stool to take off and throw away his gloves. "Alright, Tanya'll get you squared away. See you next time." His client left Fletcher a tip on the work bed and then headed to the front of the parlor, giving a greeting nod to Xavier before striking up a conversation with Tanya and taking out his wallet to pay. After Fletcher finished cleaning the work station and washed his hands, he headed to the shop front, a crooked smile forming on his lips at the sight of Xavier. "Hey, you," he spoke, gesturing towards the back where the 2 private tattoo stations were. Because Xavier told him he wanted to talk, Fletcher already had one of the rooms reserved for them. He opened and then shut the door once he and Xavier were inside. "How are you?" he asked, twining their fingers together and kissing his palm.

XAVIER

Xavier smiled politely at the client and checked his phone to make sure Winter made it safely to Judith's Sweet 16. He trusted her with driving but on the inside, , he was very much a concerned dad. Be home no later than midnight. Gives you an hour to get home. His daughter texted him a kissing emoji and he rolled his eyes with a smile before pocketing his phone once more. "Hey yourself." He grinned at Fletcher, following him towards the station. His fingers interlaced with Fletcher's and Xavier smiled affectionately at the kiss before taking a few steps forward to embrace him. He rested his head on Fletcher's chest for a few seconds before pulling back and allowing his gaze to settle on the older man's face. "I'm alright. My kid's social calendar is booming so that's nice." He chuckled and then kissed his lover on the lips. "Mm, I believe I owe you a few of those. How's work? Hopefully not too grueling?" Xavier removed his light jacket and folded it before placing it on an empty chair. "Where do you want me, handsome?"

FLETCHER

Fletcher wrapped his arms around Xavier and then met his gaze when he drew back. "Sounds like you'll be busy too then. After all, Winter only just turned sixteen. She's still got a license to get, and the probation period before she can drive anyone around, so that'll still mean you getting them to their activities, yeah?" He assumed Xavier might have had assistance with that or a separate vehicle that could transport the three ofnthem around if need be. He bent his head and met Xavier's lips. "If you say so. I won't turn down a few of those." His shoulders shrugged as he sat on the wheeled stool in the room. "Nah, it's been am easygoing day. A couple of piercings and a re-touched tat." Reaching out to pat the tattoo bed, he smirked, "I thought you already knew I'd want you in bed."

XAVIER

"Maybe more on the domestic front. It's been nice being home a lot longer than usual. I get to see my favorite people." he smiled at Fletcher and nodded. "She has her permit so she's got to go for the provisional license, is that what it's called here? Eliza volunteered to drive with her and teach here a lot for a while if I can't do it. I asked her if I could drive her to the party tonight but ..." He shrugged with a smirk. "Teenagers, I guess. Good thing you have some time before that chaos ensues. ALSO, I should tell you that Winter thinks you're what was the wording? 'He's giving, perfect dating material. if you know, you know, Dad.'" Xavier imitated his daughter, perfect American accent and all. "So she thinks that by 'letting me' come see you here, she's helping in pairing us together. because she thinks I should have you as a backup to the current guy I'm dating that she has no idea is you. Fun, right?" He chuckled and then moved to sit on the tattoo bed. "Ah, right." He grinned. "How can I forget?"

FLETCHER

"I'm happy for you," Fletcher replied in cool earnest. He knew he and Xavier both led busy lives in different ways and even without knowing his kids well, he was sure his kids were especially happy to be seeing more of him these days. He nodded here and there, listening to Xavier as he took his seat and then shuddered a bit at the thought or Phoebe being a teen. "Yeah I'll be ripe for the crotchety old man shtick which should pair nicely with her hormonal teenage self," he dryly joked. But his brows arched a little at hearing Winter's thoughts and he chuckled from Xavier's imitation. "Glad I've got her approval already as your first, unbeknownst to her, and your backup choice for boyfriend. She's a good kid." Wheeling back a bit to grab a folder, he had some mockups of what Xavier said he wanted on the stencil paper but before he opened it to show him, he asked, "Remind me again where you wanna get your ink today? I've drawn up a few ideas but I'm curious where you're getting it."

XAVIER

He chuckled at Fletcher’s words. “It’ll be great.” He knew Fletcher would have teenage Phoebe handled. He was already such an amazing father. “Yeah, she doesn’t like many people so it’s nice she approves. I’ve got good taste. She really is a great kid.” Xavier slid back and made himself comfortable on the bed. “After careful thinking, I was thinking of my chest left side by my heart. What do you think?” Xavier pulled his shirt off to show Fletcher where. He was eager to see what was in the folder and he tried to peek with a small smile. “I’m really excited to see your work. I think you’ll do a beautiful job. Also, after all this, I want to talk to you about another piece I’d like to get after we get back from the Oscar’s.”

FLETCHER

"I can relate to her on that--not liking many people. So I'm honored to be on her short list, especially where you're concerned." He listened intently to Xavier and watched him remove his shirt, letting his eyes linger on his bare chest and abs for a little longer than necessary before returning his gaze to Xavier's eyes. "I think that sounds great for this piece. Now you just have to decide what you wanna do." He opened the folder and handed it over to Xavier so that he could see the four different designs he'd drawn up. "Another piece? Alright. How are you feeling about that by the way? The Oscars, I mean."

XAVIER

He smiled at Fletcher and leaned in to kiss his temple. “I’m glad I’m on your list.” Xavier’s smile widened when he caught Fletcher watching him. He took the folder and placed it on his lap so he could browse through the four pieces. “These are beautiful, love. You’re so talented.” He took his time admiring each piece, letting his fingers run over them but when he saw the date on the breast cancer awareness ribbon that curved as a heart , he knew that was it. “That one. That’s the one. That’s stunning.” He looked up at Fletcher. He knew he could count on him to create something significant. “Yeah. A lot more elaborate.” The question made him pause a moment and Xavier leaned back once again onto the bed assuming he’d have to get into position soon. “Ah, well…I had to pull over on the expressway yesterday. I was listening to this podcast tear me apart and it got me thinking, what if I’m not that good? This crowd, baby…they’re tough.” He chuckled softly and shook his head. “I had an anxiety attack. Couldn’t breathe. Just felt awful, terrible. Like an elephant was stomping on my chest.” He looked up at the ceiling. “My ex, I never told you but he broke up with me during a commercial break while I was hosting. He then went on social media and trashed me and my friends. Mostly me. I had to take a break after I finished hosting. I couldn’t really do interviews. So l, I got a lot of flack. I don’t even know how I got invited back and apparently there are people also questioning the Academy’s decision to bring me back. I don’t care about Jeremy or anything that concerns him. But I care about my work, my art. Ya know? I don’t know. I can’t fuck this up.”

FLETCHER

Fletcher smirked, "I'm glad you are too or else this would be awkward as fuck." He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees while Xavier looked at the drawings he'd done based on what Xavier described to him. "Thanks," he replied to the compliment and then craned his neck a bit to see which one Xavier had chosen. "You got it, babe." He took hold of the folder so that he could prep the stencil to go on Xavier's left pec, measuring the size with his thumb and index. But as he listened on, he'd gotten intrigued by this more elaborate tattoo. They could talk about it later though, like Xavier had said. For now, he divided his attention between prepping the area on Xavier's chest where he'd be working and listening to Xavier some more. He'd been in the middle of pulling on some black latex gloves but paused upon hearing what Xavier first told him. His brows furrowed sternly while his eyes were full of concern. "Jesus, Xavier," he whispered after hearing what his anxiety attack was like.

His expression hadn't changed at any point when Xavier went on and when he finished, Fletcher had pulled the one glove he'd had on off his hand and set them both aside on the counter behind himself. Facing Xavier completely, he took his hand and closed both of his hands around it. "Your ex is a pile of horse shit and I hope he gets ass fucked with a cactus." He hadn't cracked a smile once as he went on, "I know I've been the hold up on us having a boyfriend label so I don't have any right to make any demands of you, but if your anxiety gets to you again and there's something I can do like talking you through it or something, call me, alright?" He squeezed Xavier's hand with both of his, adding, "No matter what time it is. I mean it." Keeping one hand in the younger man's, Fletcher reached up and cupped Xavier's cheek, "And if I had to guess, The Academy and the network invited you back to host because they like you. Whatever bullshit your ex tried to stir up wasn't enough to distract them from how fucking talented you are. They could've asked a lot of people. Hell, they could've asked some other repeat host back. But they asked you. And you're not going to fuck it up. The doubters aren't the majority--just a loud minority with too much time on their hands." Fletcher leaned in and pressed a kiss to Xavier's forehead. "And who the hell can even vouch for this podcast? Seems like just about everybody has a goddamn podcast these days. Doesn't mean they're good or they're right. So fuck 'em. You're going to have your friends in and outta the industry there. You're gonna have your kids rooting for you. Your family across the pond is always in your corner. And you've got me. If I get stopped by some reporter after the show and they ask me about how you did, you know damn well I'll tell them the truth. I saw you at that school fundraiser. And I've seen what you can do on SNL now." After a tender kiss to Xavier's lips, he murmured, "You're going to be great, X."

XAVIER

He'd never actually shared this vulnerable side of himself with anyone he was seeing or dating. Xavier feared it would be seen as some sort of red flag or a turn-off. While that fear did creep up in the back of his mind, there was no hesitation in telling Fletcher. He had no reservations about being completely honest with him and to have that with anyone was something he'd always wanted. He just didn't realize that until now. Xavier was always the comedian, always making others feel good, always the life of the party. In truth, he had gotten lost in his own words, brown eyes fixed on the lighting in the booth. How would Fletcher respond? And that's when he felt his partner's hands in his. His gaze broke away from the ceiling and he met Fletcher's gaze instead. A small and brief chuckle fell from his lips at the mention of the cactus and Jeremy. "I know. He really is such a piece of shit," Xavier agreed, nodding as Fletcher spoke with no signs of amusement on his face now just a mix of adoration and sadness. His eyes filled up with tears mostly because this felt like some turning point. Even if they had never gone down any sort of romantic path, Xavier would have been lucky just to have someone like Fletcher in his life. "You did come to mind. Admittedly, you were the first that came to mind but I didn't know how you'd react and I didn't want to disturb you. You've never seen me like that and..." He didn't finish his phrase but he figured Fletcher got it. The warmth in his neck rose and he hated how vulnerable he felt in that moment. "Shit..." Xavier whispered and wiped his tears. "I'm sorry..." After Fletcher finished, Xavier closed his eyes and brought the heels of his hands up to hold them there for a few seconds. "Thank you." he sniffled and then removed his hands. When his eyes adjusted and he got a good view of Fletcher's face again, he pulled him in for an embrace, his fingertips massaging the hairs on his nape.

It was a silent realization and it felt like a ton of bricks had fallen on him yet he felt the lightest he's ever felt. He did have massive and fervent feelings for Fletcher after all. It wasn't like he didn't know it but he wasn't taking the time to think on them much. Even now, he'd just bask in them. Xavier didn't need the same in exchange. He promised they'd keep a pace and that was fine for him. "Uh...that means a lot to me. That you'd want me to call you and just...well, everything you just said. I know that you have this way about you that's kept your guard up and that's--, I understand why. I use my comedy for example." He smiled. "You have a beautiful heart, Fletcher. I just want you to know that. I do think that about you. Thank you for hearing me out."

FLETCHER

Fletcher felt a pang in his chest when Xavier began to cry. He would have grabbed a couple of tissues but Xavier had already begun wiping the tears away. "As far as how I'd react... hell, I'd just try to help you through it. I'm not some licensed pro in that but I'd sure as hell try. And as far as disturbing me, don't worry about that anymore. If you call me, I'll answer or I'll call you right back." With a few shakes of his head, he said, "Don't apologize to me, sweetheart. You haven't done anything wrong." And he gladly let Xavier pull him to him. His face nuzzled Xavier's neck and he kissed him sweetly there a few times. And when the 2 drew back and were able to look at each other again, Fletcher listened on. "Listen, the only guard I really keep is where my loved ones are concerned. I don't wear my heart on my sleeve all the time just because it's not how I'm built--it's not my personality. I don't lie whuch you know, but I'm also not gonna open the flood gates of my life to every person I cross paths with, especially if I dont know someone because why do they need that side of my honesty or know every single thing about me right off the bat? But I get what you're saying." He leaned in and kissed Xavier's temple. "And the more I like you, the more I'll share with you as things just naturally come up or if you straight up ask, and the more I'll show up for you. I'll be here for you however you let me be here for you, X, alright? Whether it's as your friend, your lover..." He reached up and ran a thumb beneath Xavier's eye to wipe away a stray tear, "Or your boyfriend."

XAVIER

For whatever reason, hearing Fletcher call him 'sweetheart' made Xavier want to cry all over again but he didn't. It was probably the stress of keeping all of it in. Even if he had hashed out his issues with his relationship with Jeremy followed by the inevitable breakup, there were still a lot that made him feel burned, and having any positive attention made him feel sensitive all over again but in the best way. "Well, I admire you for that and it's a good thing. You're right about not giving away all the intimate details of your life right away especially when some people will take advantage. And I love how fiercely protective you are." Xavier loved a lot of things about Fletcher. He'd have to be careful throwing that word around even if it was genuinely placed. The pacing was dire. Every kiss and touch made him feel better and whole and these were times Xavier excelled at writing things other than comedy. He'd be able to formulate into words exactly how this felt. It'd be more elegant and not some mish-mosh of new feelings. "I appreciate that. The more you like me, the more you'll share. I like learning about you, your family, the things you like or don't like." He closed his eyes when Fletcher wiped away his tears and felt a slight bolt of electricity run through his body as he processed everything Fletcher was saying. "All the things. I want you here as all the things." He kissed Fletcher's lips. "Can't be a good boyfriend if you aren't a good friend or lover." He chuckled onto his lips and kissed him again. "Whenever that brilliant heart of yours is ready for silly ol me." He chuckled again and leaned back. He was starting to realize he'd wait for Fletcher for as long as he had to and that in itself was brand new.

FLETCHER

Fletcher continued listening to Xavier and, hand still holding one of Xavier's, glided his thumb across Xavier's skin. Hearing Xavier say he wanted all the things with him had Fletcher smiling softly. He returned the kiss and then for a moment, gave the younger man a puzzled look, only to smooth out his features and chuckle a little, dropping his head as he did so. "See, this is why subtlety isn't my thing." He lifted his gaze and then clarified, "That was my way of trying to ask you to be my boyfriend, Xavier. I want you, and to be 'all the things' for you and with you."

XAVIER

"Oh." Xavier felt sheepish. This is why his parents encouraged the comedy route. Throughout his adolescent life, he wasn't exactly the most social with his anxiety creeping up at the wrong times. Probably why his cues would be messed up. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and shook his head. "Nope. That one was all me, I promise. Okay, do over." He smiled at Fletcher, the enthusiasm still pretty evident even if it didn't click at first. "so no more secret beau." He grinned. "Except around Rodrigo until the Oscars because I know we're trying to make him squirm." He chuckled and leaned in, cupping Fletcher's face. "I'd love to be your boyfriend. All the things with you and only you." He kissed his boyfriend and pulled back only to offer him the sweetest smile. "It has a nice ring to it, right?"

FLETCHER

"No. Except for Rodrigo because fuckin' with him is too hilarious," Fletcher agreed, loving his best friend and brother, but also loving to mess with him from time to time. He returned Xavier's kiss and when he pulled back, Fletcher smiled crookedly to him. "Sure. I know we're still figuring things out and we're only about a month into being anything to each other, but I'd like us to keep figuring that out and getting to know each other more as boyfriends to one another." He kissed Xavier's lips a few more times and then murmured as he drew back, "And now that I've got you feeling warm and fuzzy, I think it's time we got started on your first ink, yeah?"

XAVIER

Xavier laughed softly at the idea of Fletcher teasing his best friend this much. It was a nice dynamic. Reminded him of true brothers like his relationship with his twin. “We have to plan how we will reveal it to him for ultimate shock then” Xavier grinned. “Yeah, I do like the idea of that.” He enjoyed every kiss and chuckled softly at the words. “Okay.” He sat up and then leaned back onto the tattoo bed. “I’m ready. So how badly does the first time hurt?”(edited)

FLETCHER

"We'll see what comes to mind. Maybe we don't need to plan anything and it'll just spontaneously be revealed. Or I can just walk up to Rodrigo, tell him I'm your boyfriend now, and then walk away like I just told him the sky is blue." Fletcher made the comment so nonchalantly while getting the antibacterial solution and wiping it on Xavier's pec. He then went back to the gloves to put them on while the solution air-dried and only considered Xavier's question for a second before chuckling, "I'll be honest, everybody's different. You're getting inked in a somewhat sensitive spot so it's gonna hurt, mostly when I get to the shading on the ribbon, but it's not the most painful spot to get inked either. And I don't know your tolerance for pain." He picked up his tattoo gun, already prepared with black ink to start, but he leaned over and pecked Xavier's lips once again. "Mm. Listen, we can take as many breaks as you need. Just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" He paused then said, "I'm gonna start with the outline, okay?"

XAVIER

Xavier laughed, relieved for the levity. The thought of it be a spontaneous reveal made him grin. “Poor guy. He really has no idea. Could have sworn we were dead give always at Winter’s birthday party.” Xavier watched Fletcher prepare everything. “Thanks for the honesty.” Xavier had done some research too so he knew about the area being sensitive but he was glad that a professional was telling him too and that he wasn’t about to bullshit him either. “My tolerance isn’t so bad so hopefully it won’t be too excruciating.” He smiled when Fletcher reassured and kissed him. It was kind and gentle and he felt lucky his first tattoo would come from him. He nodded in response and added, “okay, love.” He then smiled, keeping his gaze on Fletcher and trusting him fully. “Go for it.” Xavier waited for Fletcher to begin, enthused by the idea that he was going to get such a meaningful tattoo created by someone he cared for in such little time.

FLETCHER

"He'll live," Fletcher replied casually with a sly smirk. "He's observant as hell but food, especially good food is his kryptonite. Or blind spot. Both, I guess." He waited for Xavier to let him know that he was ready and as soon as he got the go-ahead, Fletcher nodded. He could've ser the stencil on Xavier's skin first but he'd familiarized himself so much with each of the choices he'd drawn that he knew freehanding it wouldn't be an issue. Turning on the machine with a foot pedal, Fletcher spread his left thumb and index across Xavier's pec and said, "Here we go," positioning the tattoo gun like a writing tool and pressing the needle to his skin, starting at the base of the ribbon. His focus was on what he was doing but he spoke up over the non-stop buzzing, "Doing OK there?" all the while continuing with his curved line.

XAVIER

"Oh, good to know if I ever do mystery theater or if I need to bring him down in match of any game." He chuckled. "Rodrigo is a fine lad. He's good friends with my mate, Emma and I adore Jade She's a great girl. It's funny how often we've been in the same room you and I." From that to this was quite a story. Thinking about it, it was better things developed now. "It's just really great that we're all in the same circles like some giant Venn Diagram." He watched Fletcher do what he does best. When the gun was turned on, he did feel some nervousness build up but it wasn't enough to change his mind or hesitate. When the needle touched Xavier's skin, he braced himself for any possible pain and while the start was slightly painful, he was still rather relieved and calm. "Yeah. doing okay." He smiled, looking down at his chest, amazed by Fletcher's ability to freehand. It did feel like such an intimate moment and he smiled thinking about what he was about to say, "I can't believe it took me this long but I guess better late than never."

FLETCHER

"Yeah, he's one of the best people I know. And Jade's a sweetheart. I didn't realize it at first when the two of them got involved but I'd met her before she and Rodrigo met. She made an appointment with a member of my crew to get her first tat." He smiled a little bit thinking about how often he and Xavier were at the same functions but never really talked until recently. " It doesn't hurt that a lot of folks were on Ship-Wrecked and those of us who weren't knew at least one person who was." Fletcher concentrated but was still being mindful that this was Xavier's first tattoo. During a short pause, he plucked some wipes from the nearby tray and wiped the excess ink and bit of blood away. Keeping the used wipes lightly balled in his palm, he repositioned his thumb and index and then pressed the foot pedal to continue on with the outline. "No shame in waiting. Besides you're what, thirty-two?" He smiled a little as he worked, "Some people don't pop their ink cherry until they're in their forties or fifties. The whole midlife crisis, YOLO mentality kicks in."

XAVIER

"Wow, what a small world." He nodded in agreement to the Ship-Wrecked comment. "That's also true. God, that was a dark time in my life," he joked. "If you ever watch it, we'll skip past the cringy scenes, yeah?" A small chuckle fell from his lips. He felt a tiny sting and hissed softly but shook it off shortly after. "Yeah? I've always wanted one especially in high school but I could never figure out what my first one would be so I figured I'd wait until I knew. Next thing I knew, time had passed and it hadn't happened yet. Besides obvious reasons, I'm glad I met you though because it inspired me to go for it." Xavier thought it was nice to have someone he trusted and knew in the artist's chair. He kept his gaze on Fletcher doing his work. He was curious and enjoyed watching the other man's concentration. That and he figured being chatty would be too much of a distraction. It was such an art and Fletcher deserved every bit of praise for his work.

FLETCHER

Fletcher chuckled, "Tell me about it. Especially for a big city like this." He listened to Xacier and jokingly quipped, "So we'll just skip watching the whole show?" And then he smirked, coolly adding, "I don't watch much reality TV, but if there's something you want me to see from it, I can check it out." Hearing the hiss from. Xavier, he paused a d wiped away at his chest. "Need a break?" He asked turning to toss the wipe in the biohazard bin. He plucked a clean wipe and said, "I'm glad to be so inspiring to you." He made sure Xavier was alright before continuing and then finishing the outline of the ribbon with a heart added. Lastly, he added the date to the curve of the heart. After wiping away more of the excess, Fletcher swiveled in the chair to change the needle and clean out the remaining black ink inside the gun. He had the pink ready to go, in two different shades for Xavier's skin and to correctly get the shading right on the ribbon. "Alright, gonna get some color going. I'm gonna do the general pink of it all and then go back to do the shading. That's gonna hurt more but there's not a lot to do, so hang in there, alright?" He tugged a fresh wipe to hang onto and then got started with filling in the ribbon.

XAVIER

“Exactly my thoughts.” Xavier chuckled at Fletcher’s quip all the while watching what he was working on. “Listen I’m okay with that if we don’t watch it ever. There was this one bit where we had to parade around in lingerie though to do a scavenger hunt. I was in these Lacey bootie shorts and leather belts just …lord. You’d have to see it” he laughed thinking back on that time. Even though it was weird with Jeremy being a part of that, it was where he met a lot of his friends. When Fletcher asked him if he needed a break, Xavier shook his head and let him know he can’t continue. He listened intently to Fletcher’s direction and was glad that he was understanding and gentle. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.” He braced himself for the pain and while it did hurt more, took a few breaths, bringing his right arm up and behind his head. He was glad to have done the research and for all of Fletcher’s warnings. It definitely made for a smoother experience. Xavier bit down on his lip as Fletcher continued, the pain picking up here and there but nothing he couldn’t really handle.

FLETCHER

Fletcher intentionally slipped his foot off the pedal and stilled, except for his gaze flickering up to Xavier's face when he heard the description of the lingerie that he'd worn on the show. "Okay, I'm backpedaling on what I said about not watching. I wanna see that episode." He smirked and then kept going after Xavier settled from his laugh and then he got to switching the needle and ink. After trying to prepare Xavier for what was to come with the increase in pain due to the color and eventually shading, he nodded and advised, "Just remember to keep breathing, sweetheart," he said and then looked back to what he was doing. He got some of the color impressed upon Xavier's skin and then wiped the blood and excess ink away before continuing on. "Tell me about your day today, before you got here," he said, figuring that getting Xavier talking could help as a distraction. "Also, are you gonna tell your kids about us when you get home?"

XAVIER

Xavier laughed some more at Fletcher’s reaction. “You just wanna see the bootie.” He smirked and then added, “I’ll show you scenes from that episode. I was doing yoga every morning so I was definitely more in shape.” He grinned, letting out a soft sigh. It was nice to have these tiny little breaks. It helped with the pain and it helped keep him settled. Xavier gave Fletcher a silent nod when he was reminded to breathe. It hurt more now and Xavier kept his cool but the stinging was a nice reminder of what he was doing. “Hm?” Once again, Xavier was glad for the distraction. He swallowed the knot that had formed in his throat and placed his attention on the top of Fletcher’s head. “It was a pretty constructive day. I did some work around the house that needed to be done, did a Zoom table reading to make sure my pieces were okay for tomorrow’s show. Even if I’m not in the episode, I wrote four sketches…” Xavier breathed in and out. “ then picked up the kids, took them to this Mediterranean place by the school and signed them up for camp for Spring break. They’ve been begging for it so they’re happy.” Xavier smiled at the last question. “I am. You’ll hear Winter squeal from your house I’m sure. Are you telling Drew and Emiliana?”

FLETCHER

"So?" Fletcher shamelessly replied. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen that juicy ass of yours before. Now I just wanna see it in this lingerie you brought up.' He smirked and theb continued on with his work, occasionally gathering more ink to dispense in Xavier's skin, and wiping his skin clean. He listened to the day Xavier had had so far and raised both brows when he mentioned writing 4 sketches. "Jesus. 'A pretty constructive day' he says," Fletcher muttered loudly enough to be heard over the buzzing. "What kinda camp are they doing for their Spring Break?" he asked, filling in more of the ribbon. Xavier's response about telling the kids about the two of them being a couple, he chuckled, "After her birthday party and meeting her, I'm having a hard time imagining her squealing. But I'll listen for it. And yeah, I'll tell them. I'm pretty sure they think we're already a couple so I don't think it'll surprise them much. Tanya'll give the biggest reaction, second only to Rodrigo when he finds out."

XAVIER

Xavier chuckled, shaking his head some at Fletcher's response. He'd show him a couple of scenes after their session was over. There was bound to be some sort of snippet on YouTube. The reaction to him writing four sketches, had Xavier chuckling again. "When I get in a mode I can write a good amount and being home has helped with that. Better to write at home than in a hotel, I think." Xavier smiled with his mind off the pain for now. "The school offers some nice camps. Winter wanted to do the arts and drama camp for teens and she enjoys that Ziggy lad who runs it. Henry wanted to do hockey camp with Leo. He hates sports but loves his friends." Xavier laughed softly. "So, they plan on staying busy. Oh and don't be fooled! Winter is still very much a teenager. Very brooding but also loves and will squeal if her father gets a boyfriend. She might even give herself all the credit for us." He grinned, listening to Fletcher speak about his family and friend's reactions. "Drew and Emiliana know what's up." Xavier thought about Tanya and Rodrigo's reaction and smirked. "I like Tanya. Can't wait for their reactions." He looked down at Fletcher with a gentle smile. "Thank you for making this so--for being so--well, tranquil."

FLETCHER

Fletcher nodded, "Makes sense. Home should be a haven so if you're not able to get creative there, then you've got a problem." He then admitted while working, "I've only stayed in a hotel a few times in my life. Once was for a school trip to Disneyland in high school. Once was for some tattoo convention I'll hopefully never do again. And once was a disappointing hook-up." He listened to Xavier talk about the camps that Winter and Henry were going to participate in over their spring break and nodded a little bit. "Those sound like they'll be good times for them both. It'll be nice to meet Henry sometime soon. I feel a little bad asking you about making us official and I've barely met your daughter, haven't met your son and you haven't held Phoebe once yet. And I still would like to take you on a damn date." He gathered a little more ink to finish the lighter shade of pink and then chuckled a little, "Drew and Emiliana are nosy-asses. But I love 'em. And yeah, Tanya's great. Doesn't hurt that she was already a big fan of yours before we got close. The first time you came by here, I thought she might start catching flies with her mouth hanging open at the sight of you." He smirked a bit and then took his foot off the pedal to make adjustments to his needle and the color of ink, preparing the tat gun for a slightly darker shade of pink. "You're welcome. I try to keep that the atmosphere here for the shop and anybody who visits it. Drew had it that way too--inviting and chill."

XAVIER

"Exactly!" Xavier agreed with Fletcher and since being home longer, it's felt like that's where he should focus more. "Those sound ghastly except for the Disneyland trip, maybe? Let me know if I'm wrong. Before all this...T.V. stuff, I didn't either. Well, nothing like what I've experienced recently, I guess. I think you'll like where we'll be staying in Hollywood and I'd like to be spending most of my time there with you once the pomp and circumstance is done with." He grinned but it softened at Fletcher's words. "Well, you're more than welcome to meet Henry and get to know Winter. I cannot wait to hold little Phoebe and spoil her which reminds me, I have something for her two-month non-birthday. It's a thing just go with it." He chuckled. "We can have a family dinner at my place? I'd love to cook for you all or you and I can cook together or we can go to your place and cook together there. And! You've been busy. Me too. We talked about this early on. I know and understand you're a new dad. A lot comes with that title. You can take me out on a date whenever you want and can. I'll be excited and I'll let you wine and dine me and maybe just maybe you might get lucky. Can't make any promises though." Xavier laughed at Fletcher talking about Drew and Emiliana. "Very parental of them to be nosy-asses. Look, you haven't met my parents yet and I assure you, they'd get along great with Drew and Emiliana." He smirked. "So Tanya has no idea, huh?" He watched Fletcher ready the tat gun and then smiled at his words. "Then you're making that man proud."

FLETCHER

Fletcher chuckled, "Yeah, Disneyland was good. The hotel stay for tat convention wasn't the worst but some folks in the industry are shitty." He didn't feel the need to talk about the hookup anymore. As he continued working, he listened to Xavidr talk about where they would be staying while in Southern California for The Oscars. Fletcher hadn't even thought about that--the 2 of them staying together--but it spoke volumes to how easily he found the relationship between Xavier and himself. "I like how that sounds. I can help you unwind from it all." He didn't know what all went into hosting an awards show, especially one as famous as The Oscars but he'd imagine that if Xavier was going to spend time with him afterwards instead of partying, he'd want to relax in some fashion. "I'll have to make the time to do that. And next time I come to your home or you're at mine, I'll make sure you hold Phoebe." He raised his brows questioning a 2-month birthday and Xavier having something, "You're gonna be as bad as Drew, aren't you?" His uncle was constantly ordering things--mostly clothes--to be delivered to the house for Phoebe. "A dinner date sounds nice. My place would be easier for Drew. When it's not business-related he's the embodiment of a creature of habit, which just makes his Parkinsons that much harder for him to deal with." Wiping away the excess again, he lifted his foot off the pedal and added, "And I wouldn't mind cooking for you and your family, especially if you're willing to come over to me."

His foot pressed on the pedal again and he continued with the color shading, nearly finishing with all of the color. He would complete the tattoo with a little of the black to add to the ribbon and heart's curls, giving the curves a little more dimension. Xavier was right about him being busy. Phoebe was only 2 months old but he'd rapidly changed much of his life for her in that time, while also losing a lot of sleep. But he was enamored by Xavier and wanted to keep exploring and growing what was budding between them. "The way you talk about your parents, especially your mom, I've no doubt about that." As he finished off some finer details, he asked, "No idea about what? You and me? She knows. She's gonna help me out while I'm gone to the Oscars with you, so that everything doesn't solely fall on Emiliana." And after taking his foot off the pedal and setting the tattoo gun in its holster, Fletcher wiped the area of the tattoo a final time and slid back on the stool. "Alright, you're done. Take a look," he said, tilting his head in the direction of the full body mirror in the corner of the room. If Xavier liked the outcome, he would protect his tattoo and go through aftercare with him.

XAVIER

“Good! I’ve only gone once but I’d love to take the kids. Are they really shitty? That’s awful.” Xavier smiled, listening to Fletcher telling him he’d help him unwind and then it dawned on him, “you know, it’ll be our first time having an extended period of time together? No one needs to go somewhere. Just us two.” He paused a moment and then added, “that sounds nice.” Xavier chuckled and nodded confidently. “Yep. I’ll definitely going to bed just as bad. Every month, I’ll get her a monthly birthday present and probably little things here and there just because.” He listened to Fletcher talk about what would be easier for them all and also continued watching Fletcher finish up. “If it’s easier for Drew then that’s what we’re doing.” He looked at Fletcher and smiled. “He’s important to me too you know.” Saying that meant something to Xavier. In such a short time he had realized that Fletcher’s circle was going to be a significant part of his life and if things went his way, it would hopefully be that way for a long time. “So um…” Xavier grinned a toothy grin, not wanting to make a big deal out of anything. “What are you doing this Sunday then?” Xavier watched Fletcher completing his work all the while listening to him intently. “I know people say a lot of things just because or because they feel they have to but you going to the Oscar’s with a newborn and all the things you have to take care of means the world to me. I know it’s a big commitment. So thank you. And I’m incredibly grateful and excited to show you off a little. I say a little because like I said our appearance at the after party will definitely be brief.” Xavier waited for Fletchers to finish and checked out his work in the mirror. His smiled grew as he admired the art and he looked over to Fletcher. Tears began to fill his eyes and chuckled as he looked in the mirror again. “I love it. I absolutely love it. My mum is gonna flip. Thanks, baby… it’s perfect.”

FLETCHER

"Some are, but that's probably true in every field and industry out there," he supposed. Without lifting his gaze from what he was doing, he smiled a bit when Xavier pointed out at that the Oscars trip would be their first time truly alone for more than a few hours. "I didn't realize. Guess we'll have to make the most of it, hm?" And he merely shook his head at his boyfriend’s shameless admission that he would be as bad as Drew when it came to spoiling Phoebe. When asked what he was doing on Sunday, Fletcher thought for a moment and then replied, "Grocery shopping. Which I guess is good timing if we're going to all have dinner together." He paused long enough to wink at Xavier and then finished up the new body art. Taking in Xavier's understanding and gratitude, Fletcher told him, "I'm glad I'm able to go. Plus, being your date for the event's an honor." As he watched Xavier go to the mirror and inspect his work, Fletcher peeled the gloves off carefully and disposed them in the biohazard bin. He was about to grab the aftercare materials but paused and stood from the stool to stand behind Xavier, placing his hands on rhe Brit's shoulders and bending to kiss his cheek. "Good. I'm glad you love it." It was what mattered most to Fletcher. "I'll get a picture of it on your phone for you now if you want, or you can take a selfie with it, because I'm gonna need to bandage it and you're gonna wanna keep it covered for a few hours."

XAVIER

"That's true. I could definitely tell you about some not so nice people in Hollywood. More on that later." He chuckled. "Yeah, absolutely. Room service, music, chill environment, completely naked of course." He laughed again and it melted into a smile. "Yeah?" He grinned widely at the idea of his kids meeting Fletcher's family and getting to hold the baby. "I'll make my famous peach cobbler anddddd something else. I'll figure it out tonight." He smiled crookedly at hearing Fletcher say that it would be an honor to be his date. It was already so different than last year where Jeremy behaved as if he was being dragged through all the circles of hell. "I'm really glad you think that. It's nice to hear." At the kiss, Xavier turned his face and smiled at Fletcher's gesture. "Yeah, let me send a photo to Clayton so he can properly yell at the top of his lungs. I'll tell him my boyfriend did it so he can yell some more. And I'll send it to the group chat so mum and dad can see it." Xavier pulled his phone out of his pocket and photographed the art, sending it off to his family with a chuckle. "And now I wait for the millions of notifications." Xavier moved back to the bed, this time he sat, facing the stool so that Fletcher could cover it up. "Okay." He knew Fletcher would give him aftercare instructions. "I'm going to leave the best google review." He smirked and waited. As predicted, his phone went off a few times and he laughed, shaking his head. "Good morning, Brits."

FLETCHER

"I believe that, easily," Fletcher said. He didn'tactively follow all things celebrity gossip but he also didn't live under a rock. And there was Tanya who did keep herself informed about Hollywood happenings. Smirking a little, he told Xavier, "Don't go nuts. The cobbler should be enough for a few adults and a couple of teens." He would have made more affectionate touches to Xavier but his hands were gloved and he was going to need to bandage the tattoo and clean the tattoo gun first. He chuckled at what Xavier said about his family's reactions about the tattoo and him now having a boyfriend. As Xavier sat back on the bed, Fletcher pulled on fresh gloves and picked up a tube of ointment they used in the shop for tattoo aftercare. As he flipped the cap open and applied a light coat directly across Xavier's raised skin while explaining, "Try to wear some loose-fitting tops for a few days so your skin can breathe and heal. When you're showering, be gentle over your tattoo. Don't scrub there." He then grabbed some gauze big enough to cover the whole tattoo. Using some medical tape, he secured the gauze over Xavier's chest and finished, "Treat it like a wound and moisturize it. Most people just buy some A+D or Aquaphor. I don't recommend either of them because of where your tat is though. It'll get on your shirts. We sell this," he pointed to the tube he'd used, "And some other aftercare products but just stay away from scented soaps and lotions on it until it's fully healed." Hearing Xavier's phone repeatedly ping had Fletcher smirk again and shake his head, "Jesus. Lucky you."

XAVIER

"Okay, got it. Loose fitting tops. Sorry, Fletch no more sex icon fashion for a bit." He chuckled but nodded as he listened intently, taking the instructions seriously. "I won't scrub there but I will buy that." He pointed to the tube. "And whatever else I need to purchase, I'll get it." Xavier made mentl notes to not use scented soaps or lotions around the area unti lits fully healed. He laughed, shaking his head at the notifications. "They can stress about it in the group chat until a little later. They do it to me all the time." He smirked and looked over to his shirt. The Henley wasn't too tight fitting, thankfully. Carefully, put it on and rolled his shoulders back as it fell over him. "Can I hang around a bit until you close up?" He was glad to be Fletcher's last customer. He could spend a few minutes with his now boyfriend before he had to go home. "Let me go pay in the front first."

FLETCHER

Fletcher shrugged, "I've got a good enough imagination and besides. The clothes don't make the man. The man makes the clothes." He winked to Xavier again and then finished telling him the care instructions, trying to keep it simple but informative. When he finished and Xavier repeated the highlights back, Fletcher nodded a couple times. "Okay. Just let Tanya know and she'll hook you up with some. I've gotta clean up in here and then I'll be out. But yeah, stick around. I'm still curious about this other tattoo you want me to do for you, and you know I'm always glad to have a little of your time."

XAVIER

"I like that. Wise words." Xavier pulled his wallet out of his pocket and nodded at Fletcher. He'd tell him about his ideas and see what he thinks. He was glad they'd get to spend some time together especially now that they they were boyfriends. The thought made him feel warm inside and his lips pulled up into a smile as he made his way out ot the front. "Hey Tanya! So, can you hook a guy up with all the necesary after care items? You can ring me up for those and the tattoo. I'll pay those with card but the tip in cash if that's alright?" He figured it'd be easier that way. Xavier pulled out his card, ready to pay and a folded $100 bill for Tanya. He handed it to her and smiled. "For being so kind and all. Thank you for that." He would wait for Fletcher to come out to give him his tip. "Any plans tonight, Tanya?"

FLETCHER

"I wish I could take credit," Fletcher quipped with a smirk. He shamelessly watched Xavier go and then got to work disassembling the machine gun to dispose of the needle and clean all of the ink out. He sanitized the tattoo bed, the stool, disposed the extra ink and sterilized the tray He had everything sitting on. Once he was done cleaning everything and having it all prepped for use in the morning, Fletcher shut the lights off in the room and slipped into his office to use the bathroom and wash his hands. In the front of the shop, one of the other artists had gone home while Fletcher was working on Xavier's tattoo. Tanya had been cleaning around the shop, singing along to song after song playing overhead and checking that all the more open but partitioned stations were all sanitized and ready for a new day. But she paused when she heard the door to one of the 2 private rooms open. It was the only one occupied so Tanya beamed--her pierced dimples glinting--when she saw Xavier. "Heya! Sure can," she happily replied, making her way behind the counter to take down a bottle, tube and cream container from the shelf. As she rang each item and put them in a small, paper bag, Tanya called out, "Hey, Fletch!" "Yeah?" he called back from the depths of his office. "How much is Xavier's tattoo?" There was a long pause before Fletcher replied, "Eighty works," loud enough for Tanya to hear. "Got it!" she replied, more than familiar with the shop minimum. She tapped the amount in on the digital POS system and then swiveled the screen around for Xavier to insert or tap his card at the slot at the top of the screen. Tanya hadn't looked at the folded bill so she hadn't seen the amount. Nevertheless, she beamed all over again as her inner Xavier fangirl bubbled up. "Oh God, thank you so much!" Slipping the bill in her back pocket, she said, "Actually I've got a date tonight! First time so we'll see how it goes. His profile pics are pretty cute and we're going bowling!"

Fletcher emerged from his office, rubbing in lotion on his hands as Tanya gushed about her date, "Why don't you go on and head out, Tanya? I can close up the rest tonight." Tanya smiled to him and then Xavier and then back to him, "If you're sure?" Fletcher waved her off, "I'm sure. What's left to do?" Knowing that Fletcher was immaculate with cleaning and resetting the stations, she hadn't worried about having to go into the previously occupied private room tonight. "Just settling the register, cutting the music, shutting off the lights, locking up and setting the alarm." She was a little more than a foot shorter than Fletcher but it didn't stop her from hugging him around his middle and then she dashed off. But she paused once she had her purse, long enough to say, "You two having a good niiiiiight!" in a sing-song voice and an added wink before hurrying out of the front doors. Fletcher shook his head and then fixed his gaze on Xavier as he made his way around the counter to start settling the drawer and print the POS system report. "Still wondering if she knows about us or not?"

XAVIER

“Thanks, love!” Xavier took the bag from Tanya and waited for Fletchers to call out the amount. For some reason he expected it to be a lot more. He inserted his card chip first and when the tip amount came up, he decided to add it on there in case Fletcher didn’t take his tip or something. “I’m going to actually add Fletcher’s tip here. He punched in a 40% tip and smiled at Tanya. “And you’re welcome ! Oh you’re gonna have to tell me all about him next time I come around. Bowling sounds like the perfect first date actually! Have fun!” Xavier watched as Tanya hugged Fletcher and then made her way out. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm and waved at her, laughing at her words. He walked over to the counter, leaning his elbow so that he could support his arm and cup his cheek and looked up at Fletcher. “She’s subtle, huh?” Xavier chuckled, gaze still on the other as he did what he had to do. He felt a twinge here and there at the tattoo site but it wasn’t all too bad. “Did you drive here or are you walking home?”

FLETCHER

"You got it!" Tanya replied while a thrilled feeling shot through her at chatting about her date with Xavier Mitchell. She finished ringing him up and gave him his receipt. After Tanya flounced out of the shop like a teenager with a crush, he chuckled too. "Yeah, as subtle as a lit firework." Fletcher knew Tanya could be discreet but if she didn't have to, then she most certainly wasn't. He removed the money from the register. As he organized the bills, he told Xavier, "I drove. I don't live close enough to walk and if something was wrong with Drew or Phoebe, I wanna be able to get home as soon as I can." As he took out a bag to collect and seal the money in after it was counted, he asked, "Why? Were you gonna give me a ride?"

XAVIER

Xavier really did like Tanya. She was perky and funny and the perfect person for the front desk. He laughed again at Fletcher’s comment. “It’s great.” Xavier shifted his position and just leaned against the counter, looking out the store front as Fletcher did his thing with the register. “That’s smart. I’d do the same thing.” It was probably rough always being on alert for someone else. Xavier felt that when his mother was first diagnosed. He was always on alert and worried that he couldn’t get to her on time. It worried him when he was away for long periods of time and his kids were with Louise. At the end of the day, he’d want to be there for them if they needed him. He looked over his shoulder when Fletcher was not looking and organizing bells and smiled. He was a good man that matched his morals and that meant a lot more than he could put into words. When Fletcher spoke again, Xavier faced him and nodded. “Aye. Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to drive my car.” Xavier pulled away from the counter and made sure he left no marks or prints. “But you can do that Sunday.” He smiled, excited all over again.

FLETCHER

Fletcher nodded. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind taking the bus sometimes and I used to, to save gas and all. But since Drew's diagnosis and now with Phoebe, it's just easier to make sure my car's with me." As he was finishing up with balancing the register and having it ready for the next day, he heard what Xavier said about driving his car and groaned, "Ugh, damn. That would've been great too. Does that bad boy have rear seating?" He'd been too in awe of the car being in his driveway to really take notice before. But Xavier mentioning Sunday had him smiling, and not just because of the car. "Speaking of Sunday, do your kids have any favorites, food-wise, and are they allergic to anything?" Fletcher knew Henry and Winter were from Korea but he figured he would ask and not assume anything.

XAVIER

“See? Told you that you were an environmentalist.” He quipped, thinking back at their first time together. “But that makes a lot of sense to me. I love how much of a hard worker you are and how much you give to the people you love. It’s beautiful.” Xavier chuckled at Fletcher’s reaction. “I got that baby literally right before they approved my house for foster care and I was like damn I need a family car. So that’s my next purchase. It’s a three seater but that newer models will be four seaters. I’ll probably get like a SUV or something.” He shook his head at the question about his kids. “They will eat just about anything. No allergies. So don’t worry about going too crazy. They will love whatever you do. Do you need me to bring anything else besides dessert ? Drinks?”

FLETCHER

Fletcher snorted, "I'm thinking about the cost of gas, not the environment here." Still, he smiled, amused by Xavier's comment. His compliment was met with s simple nod from Fletcher, who'd begun counting the money that wasn't going to be left in the register. And as he recorded each denomination, he said, "An SUV, huh? So you mean to tell you're not an environmentalist?" Jokingly, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. And as he sealed the money bag, he smirked, knowing that hybrid and electric family cars were becoming more popular than before. Deciding to close the shop a little early, he held the money bag while coming from around the counter to shut off the 'open' sign and lock the front doors. The music was still playing but Fletcher didn't mind it. "A couple kids after my own heart," he commented with an easy smile, leading them to his office to drop the money in the safe. "Nah, the dessert and your appetite's enough to bring." Leaning against his desk, he asked, "How's your chest feeling?"

XAVIER

He chuckled, digging his hands into his pocket as he walked around the space and checking everything out while Fletcher closed out the register. "yeah, no fuck this planet." He laughed and shook his head. "Kidding. I'm sure I'll find something that won't destroy us." Xavier smiled at the comment about his kids and nodded. "Yeah, they're pretty easy and just grateful, good children. You might have competition with Winter. That girl can eat! " He followed Fletcher into the office. "Alright, I think you'll be a little floored with my baking abilities. Not to toot my own horn or anything." He playfully plucked his shirt and grinned. Xavier walked up to Fletcher and then looked down at his chest. "I mean, it's always a little accelarated when I'm around you because I want to kiss you all of the time so..." He paused, biting his bottom lip and then laughed softly. "Ohhh you mean my tattoo?" He feigned innocense and then shrugged, laughing again. "I'm doing okay so far. Strange little twinges of...I wouldn't call it pain. Just a reminder that it's there and new." He reached up to push some strands of Fletcher's hair back. "Tired?" His gaze met his boyfriend's eyes and smiled. "I'm sure you're glad your day's over, hm?"

FLETCHER

Fletcher shook his head with a small smirk and then said, "Shouldn't be hard to find something you like and checks all the boxes you need checked." His smirk lingered hearing more similarities between him and Winter. And when Xavier talked about his baking skills, he replied, "I'm sure you're talented and I'm looking forward to trying your goodies. Again." And Xavier's flirtatious joke about his chest made Fletcher roll his eyes, smiling. "You are so damn cheesy." He tenderly kissed Xavier on the lips and then hummed, "I'm always tired these days but I'm fine." It was the truth and Fletcher knew if he'd been too exhausted to work, he would have rescheduled his earlier appointments and stayed home with Drew and Phoebe the full day. He reached out and ran a thumb just along the seam of Xavier's bottom lip, "I didn't mind the work day. Did a few piercings before touching up a regular's tattoo, and then I got to give you your first tat, after making things official with you. So, no complaints about the day."

XAVIER

"Again, he says." He chuckled softly, enjoying the easy banter. Xavier stayed close, his gaze on Fletcher as the other spoke. "Hey, listen you like it and just asked me to be your boyfriend so what does that say about you?" He kept his smile even after the kiss but it slowly turned into a tiny frown learning that Fletcher was always tired. "I'm sorry, love... I know it's easier said than done but try to take it easy whenever you can. As Phoebe gets older, she'll start getting into a routine and it may help. And don't let me be too much of a distraction, either." He smiled genuinely and leaned in to kiss Fletcher's neck before looking up at him again. He enjoyed any time he got with the older man and all of his touches. "That does sound like a pretty good day." He grinned and let out a soft sigh. "Don't forget to take a mental health day if you need one and if there's anything I can do to help in relaxing you, let me know...ok?" Xavier's voice remained soft and calm.

FLETCHER

"Yes, he does say," Fletcher replied with no shame in his double entendre about Xavier's 'goodies'. His smile was crooked as he replied, "It says I'm a glutton or some kind of magnet for cheesy, charming, lovable goofs." His thumb stayed close to Xavier's lower lips while listening to his concern. "Yeah, Drew and Emiliana have been telling me a lot about keeping to routines and how much that'll help Phoebe. Don't worry about me though. I might not've had the hands-on experience much before Phoebe, but I've been around enough parent friends to know sleepless nights were part of the newborn parenting gig." His hand slid down to the column of Xavier's neck, and then he moved it to around his waist. "I appreciate the concern but I'm fine, X. Really. I'd actually been considering getting a support dog for Drew. You know, one of those dogs that's been trained to be helpful if he drops something or knows to get help if he's hurt or something. I think it'd help Drew feel a little independence from Emiliana and me from time to time. I'd talked to him about it before late last year, and he didn't seem to care one way or the other." His other hand came up to the back of Xavier's head, fingertips brushing along the short buzzed part of his hair. "But I haven't gone ahead with it yet because it'd be someone else to take care of."

XAVIER

Xavier smirked, thinking about their Valentine’s Day and how he had missed being with Fletcher in that fashion since then. “Mmm gotta balance things out, right? I’m glad you think I’m all those things. And you can be my dark, witty, brooding, and also very charming man. Which I happen to be a magnet for. Didn’t stand a chance.” He enjoyed the brush of Fletcher’s fingers against his lower lip. The slight twinges of pain on his chest were long forgotten and replaced with the fluttering inside of it. “Yeah routines are super important and you’re right about the sleepless nights but you’re doing great. Xavier felt the jolt of electricity running through him As Fletcher’s hands slid down his neck. His knuckles caressed Fletcher’s arms and he closed any gap between them, locked in the other’s embrace. “I love the idea of a support dog for Drew. It really would help him and he will love them once they’re in the house. I say do it.” He closed how eyes at the gentle touch against his head and smiled. “I mean I can help you. Look into applications, print all that out for you. And I just know Winter would be down to help walk them here and there. ” He reopened his eyes and smiled. “We’ll figure it out.” He loved this. Loved having someone to talk to about their days, their lives, their kids. It felt so real and so natural. Unlike anything he’s ever had before.

FLETCHER

"Eh, I guess so," Fletcher replied before his easygoing smile returned to let Xavier know he'd been joking. "Damn, brooding? I'll have to see what I can do to replace that one with angsty or intimidating. Blunt dick even." He listened to his boyfriend and mumbled a low, "Thanks," at his compliment and encouragement, still awkward about taking compliments but working on it. He was enjoying the closeness with Xavier and being able to take in the perfumes from him--whether it was cologne, aftershave, lotion or something else, Fletcher couldn't get enough of smelling it from Xavier's skin. "Yeah, it wouldn't be a bad idea but I'd put it on hold. Winter helping out would be great, but if she's sick or has a lot of homework, or just wants to spend time with friends, then I don't want her to feel like she can't do those things because of the dog. And I don't wanna put another thing on Emiliana's plate. She's got her food truck and she's already been helping me a lot more than I could've asked for." Tipping his head down, he kissed the top of Xavier's head and said, "Your support's nice though. Thank you."

XAVIER

“Oh angsty is a good one. My emo boyfriend” he chuckled, looking up at Fletcher and then wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. He knew Fletcher didn’t do well with compliments and understood that so he wouldn’t linger for too long or make him more uncomfortable than he needed to be. “I can understand the apprehension but if you do want to revisit the idea, I can absolutely help with a schedule for the doggo. I’ll even pitch in, come help change his food or water whenever I’m here. And I do plan being home more so.” He smiled. “You can add us to your village. If that’s okay?” Xavier smiled at the kiss. “Of course. Always.” He slid his hands down to cup Fletcher’s cheeks and kissed him on the lips for a couple of minutes before nuzzling his nose. “Missed this.”

FLETCHER

Fletcher sighed, "Alright I walked into the emo label by throwing 'angsty' out there. Goddammit." After cursing himself, he shook his head but softly smiled at Xavier. "I'll keep that in mind. I know you're planning to be home more, and I hope you're able to enjoy it without feeling like you've got more obligations." He met Xavier's lips and returned very second of his boyfriend's kisses.--the occasional, brief moan passing through his lips. He shut his yes and rested his forehead to Xavier's. "Me too. This is... I like getting these moments with you." He stole another brief kiss and then said, "I think I'm officially addicted to your lips."

XAVIER

“Okay Dashboard Confessional” Xavier teased Fletcher and chuckled. “I’m sorry, love to see your eyes roll…” he nodded when Fletcher said he’d keep his offer in mind. “I don’t care. I’ll see you more and the baby and Winter gets a chore she will thank me a hundred times over.” He laughed softly, not wanting to get rid of this closeness anytime soon. After a few pecks, Xavier closed his eyes too. “I spending time with you. Making out, the sex is… incredible but this is…I like feeling close to you. Hate seeing you go.” His lips linger closed to Fletcher’s almost as if they possessed a gravitational pull. “Good. They’re yours and only yours. Do with them as you please.” Maybe it was having small, short intervals of time together that makes the desire stronger. What was that saying about distance? Or maybe there was a pull that Xavier couldn’t resist. All he knew was that Fletcher was always literally taking his breath away.

FLETCHER

Fletcher deadpanned and then relaxed his features. "You're lucky I like you." He smiled a bit and chuckled, "Seeing Phoebe's a good plus. And if I go ahead with it, I'll be sure to let you know and see how things can get worked out. I know Drew's not completely helpless but I also know that him being left alone for long isn't good." He'd make a decision about a service dog and he would talk with everyone who'd be involved before filling any applications out. For now though, he was enjoying his time with Xavier. He smiled a little as he listened to him. "I like this too. I know we've texted a lot but getting to spend time together is the best." Fletcher knew he'd have to lock up and set the alarm still, but he was savoring all the time he would have with Xavier until then. At his boyfriend's invitation, he tilted Xavier's chin up and kissed him some more, acting a little more fervently than before.

XAVIER

“I am lucky. That’s a true statement if I ever heard one.” He winked at Fletcher. Seeing his family more would be good for the both of them. Xavier not only wanted to be helpful but he had learned quickly that Fletcher’s heart belonged to them and that meant they were important to him too. Xavier listened with adoration. Fletcher was better than all the kids Drew had. And he knew Drew had done so much for him. “I agree. We don’t want him to be alone. Drew is phenomenal. I don’t need to know him long to know that. A dog will only provide some companionship and an extra layer of support.” Xavier smiled softly. “The real thing is always better. The best.” He felt that flutter again. Xavier knew it would be time to go soon and he already didn’t want to say his goodbyes but he was glad for this. Hungrily, Xavier glided his lips against Fletcher’s, letting his tongue swipe against them, begging for an entrance. He’d be careful not to start anything they couldn’t finish but for now, he’d be more than content with tasting Fletcher’s tongue before he had to leave.

FLETCHER

Fletcher chuckled a little and shook his head at Xavier. "Yeah, he's a good man. And I agree, with all of that." But as much as he loved his uncle, he didn't want to spend time thinking about the man while making out with Xavier. He lingered Xavier's tiny curls while parting his lips and letting their tongues dance together. He moaned a little and held some of Xavier hair before parting for air. "Ugh. I hate having to leave like this." He kissed Xavier's lips a few times and then muttered, "Damn time constraints."

XAVIER

His hands remained guarding Fletcher's pulse, fingertips caressing his neck. Every single time, Xavier felt as if he could never get enough of the other. Everything about Fletcher made him want to pause time. He was drunk on his scent, his caresses and the taste of him. Xavier pulled him closer every chance he could get and felt himself getting lost in their kisses. He reluctantly let Fletcher pull away, trying to muster up a single thought. "Me too." Xavier crashed onto Fletcher's lips, gently nibbling on his bottom lip before kissing him on that spot. "Damn time constraints is right. We'll figure something out. I'll come here more, spend a night if you want me to here and there. You come to me. ... you say I'm addictive. I think we both have a problem here..." Xavier's gaze flickered upwards. It really was nice. The perfect end to their evening, getting to come down from the day. As the music played in the background and Xavier kept his closeness, he was unable to speak. He just wanted to take Fletcher in. So he did. He loved this song. "When do you have to go?"

FLETCHER

"We're like some reckless teens, I swear," Fletcher chuckled and then paused, hoping he didn't start Xavier worrying that he'd have to deal with this with Winter anytime soon. He kissed his temple and then was going to kiss his nose but Xavier snatched his bottom lip between his teeth and Fletcher lightly gasped, followed quickly by a groan. "I like how that sounds," he started to say in between catching his breath. "We'll figure something out," he echoed. He hadn't argued with Xavier saying they had a problem; rather, he encouraged said problem by beginning a trail of kisses down the column of Xavier's neck, fingers curling slightly into both hips. "Mmm..." He hummed thoughtfully and then mumbled against his skin, "Ten." The shop normally closed then but he'd been closing early so he technically wouldn't need to leave to head home until then. There was still the matter of locking the doors and shutting off the "open" sign so no walk-ins entered the shop at this point but he currently wasn't sure what time it was, or how much time that'd mean they had.

XAVIER

"I wasn't even this reckless as a teen." Xavier laughed but his mind did go to teenager and preteen in his life. Winter had shown interest in two people already so he knew it was coming. With Henry staying at Seb's and Winter out with Eliza until midnight today, it was starting so quickly. He was glad for the distraction from his boyfriend. Xavier would want to make the most of their time. That was always his goal. "Figure something out..." He repeated in a whisper as Fletcher kissed one of his most sensitive spots. He sighed softly, a smile forming on his face. "I like that..." Meaning the kisses on his neck He lolled his head to the side, finding comfort in all of it. "Ten..." Xavier moaned. He had no clue what time it was just that this felt so good. Maybe they had a few minutes left. His fingers reached to get lost in Fletcher's dark hair but not before caressing his ear. "Where've you been all my life, hm?"

FLETCHER

"Making up for it now then," Fletcher quipped with a smile. He certainly didn't mind being a part of this bit of reckless indulgence with Xavier. He continued leaving languid kisses down his boyfriend’s jaw and neck despite not knowing how much time they still had. And hearing Xavier tell him he liked what he was doing had Fletcher begin grazing his skin and occasionally letting his tongue brush his smooth flesh. His fingers kept Xavier close and for a moment, he opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly, searching for the clock on his wall after hearing the tome he'd need to leave echoed in an alluring British lilt. "Half an hour," he mumbled. There was a lot they could do in that amount of time, yet it still wasn't enough but he'd take it. He smiled against his beau's neck where he replied, the movement of his lips along his skin. "Right here, sweetheart. Right here." As he increased his nips and grazing, and started adding some intentional pulls with his kisses, Fletcher was sure he'd end up leaving a hicky somewhere on Xavier before they parted ways tonight.

XAVIER

"I think that's exactly what's happening." A throaty chuckle fell from his lips. He'd never be the one to fall fast, even going to the island, Xavier never thought he'd fall at all. He was being reckless. Reckless with his heart, his words, and his approach. He had easily found himself wanting to be around this man more, wanting to learn everything about him, and wanting him. That was reckless. He'd never felt such a pull toward anyone. Ever. The uncontrollable desire coursed through his veins as Fletcher kissed, sucked, and nipped his neck. The more he revealed his weaknesses, the more it was used for his pleasure and Xavier was consumed by it all. Eyes closed, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, soft moans falling from his lips as his fingers remained lost in Fletcher's hair. Hearing they had thirty minutes, filled him with the excitement of making them as fulfilling as possible. Right here How he wished he'd known that before. Groaning at the bites against his neck, he smiled soon after realizing there'd be a mark there. It would be a little reminder of Fletcher. Xavier personally loved those. "let's make the best of these --" he breathed steadily as Fletcher continued. "thirty. I--don't know what I'm saying."

FLETCHER

Fletcher continued kissing and loving on the column and groove of Xavier's neck. As he listened to Xavier trail off and admit to not knowing what he was saying, Fletcher grinned and lowered a hand to cop a feel on the younger man's ass. "Let me go lock up really quick and then I'm all yours." He nipped and tugged on Xavier's bottom lip, gave his ass a quick smack and then slipped away to and out of the office door. After finishing his keys out, he locked the front doors from the inside and tugged the pull switch on the neon "OPEN" sign. On his way back to the office he decided to leave the music on so the two of them weren't in complete silence and to remind himself to also set the alarm before leaving. He returned to his office and Xavier, "Now where were we?"

XAVIER

He had practically turned into putty and Xavier didn't mind it one bit. "Okay...like the sound of that." He took a deep breath and attempted to keep his feet grounded. The ass smack made him chuckle and he groaned the moment Fletcher's teeth released his bottom lip. He leaned against Fletcher's desk, trying to pull himself together as his hand roamed over his neck, smiling at the idea of there being marks he'd have to conceal later. When his boyfriend appeared, Xavier looked up, letting his hands grip the desk. "You were having your way with me." His mischievous smirk danced against his lips and for a moment, his mind went back to the last time he was in the office with Fletcher. "Turning me on, marking your territory, you know the usual."

FLETCHER

"Oh, right, right, how could I forget?" he jokingly asked, closing the door with his foot. By the time he finished thoroughly loving on Xavier--making out some more, leaving a couple of love marks on his neck and moving south for a little more oral affection--it was 5 minutes to 10pm. Fletcher had just kissed Xavier deeply, letting him taste a bit of himself in the process and when he drew back, he gave a devious smile. "It’s too bad we have to wait until Sunday to spend together again and wont get to continue this then, but hopefully you've got plenty of nice thoughts to think about." He kissed Xavier's lips again and then hummed thoughtfully, "Can I walk you to your car?"

XAVIER

Time had gone by so quickly yet slowed down at the right moments. Xavier kissed Fletcher back with deep affection and desire, cupping his face to keep him close enough or as close as 2 minutes allowed him to. When Fletcher pulled back, Xavier took a deep breath and let out a breathy chuckle. "Definitely a lot of thoughts to play around with." He smiled at the last kiss and quickly straightened himself out and fixed his disheveled attire. Looping his belt back properly, he nodded at the question. "Yeah, I'd love that. "

FLETCHER

Fletcher really did find Xavier's lips and kisses addicting. He could spend an afternoon laying in bed, giving Xavier lazy kisses and having occasional makeout sessions and be content if time allowed it. While Xavier adjusted his belt, Fletcher gently fixed the younger man's shirt collar and held Xavier's jacket and bag of purchases for him. Once Xavier was ready, Fletcher stepped around his desk and lifted his own jacket from the back of his chair. He threaded his arms inside and stuck a hand in one of the pockets where his car and house keys were. He opened the office door for Xavier and then went to shut off the shop music. When he punched in the alarm code, he knew there were thirty seconds before it was actually activated. He unlocked the front doors, held one open for Xavier, and then fished out his shop keys from his pocket to lock up behind them. "Did you have to park far down the street, or- nevermind. I see your baby." He smirked and walked beside Xavier. "What've you got going on tomorrow?"

XAVIER

“Thank you. For well, everything.” He smiled at Fletcher and took his things, sliding his arms into his jacket. He followed Fletcher out to the shop and exited the store. Xavier looked over his shoulder to the where his car was parked and chuckled at Fletcher’s question. “Looks like you got lucky too.” He gestured toward his boyfriend’s and kept his pace walking a few cars down to where Xavier had parked. “Tomorrow? Have to get Henry from Sebastian’s and they both have art and violin. Then bumming around before I start baking.” Xavier stopped at his car and pulled his keys from his pocket. “You?”

FLETCHER

"My pleasure. You coming by was a nice way to end the night. And it was an honor not only giving you your first ink, but what it is and means to you." He chuckled a little, "I usually park around back when I'm here earlier since it's where the shop owners around here can park. But there was space up here this afternoon, so," he finished with a shrug. After listening to what Xavier had to do tomorrow, he commented, "Sounds like it'll be a good day. I'll be home with Phoebe and Drew, and if it doesn't rain, I told Drew I'd help him out in his garden before I come back here for the evening. Got two appointments--a piercing and an ink one--and then I'll be around for any walk-ins." His head shook, "I'm not one to judge on the piercings people want, but I hate when people end up wanting Prince Albert or Christina piercings. You know what they are?"

XAVIER

"I'm glad I came and I'm really happy with your work by the way. I'm not saying that just because I happen to be biased now." He smiled at Fletcher. " Oh, that's nice that there are designated spots. Parking can be such a nightmare." He opened the doors to his car and tossed his bag to the passenger seat before giving Fletcher his undivided. "That really sounds like a nice day. The garden and spending time with the baby and Drew. When Fletcher mentioned the piercings, his expression changed as he said, "oh yikes. I definitely doknow what those are. I'm not one to judge either but I'm assuming they're a bit complicated, definitely painful and maybe clients haven't thought it all the way through among other reasons why they may not be a favorite of yours to do." he answered empathetically, leaning against the street sign post. "is your piercing appointment one of those?" The night was absolutely blissful. "I'll text you some ideas for the ink I want next. Looks like you've made an addict out of me." He chuckled. "I'm not stopping at one more so I'll come by a lot more. And just to see your face, bring you something to eat, fill up your Reece's bowl." Xavier sighed, already missing Fletcher. "I should let you go though. I know you've got the most beautiful girl in California waiting for you."'

FLETCHER

"Thanks," Fletcher smiled a bit, "Glad you're not just saying that out of a bias." He figured by now that Xavier had seen his work on his Instagram or the shop's page and he'd had an idea of what Fletcher was capable of. But he'd agreed about his plans for the next day. It wasn't one of his busier days and for that, he was grateful. But the piercing appointment was what he looked forward to the least. "Yeah, a Prince Albert. I hate them mostly because the majority of the people who get them think that I'm somehow suddenly interested in their sex lives or how high they think their pain tolerance is when I really couldn't give two squirts of duck shit about either." He'd seen enough of people's most intimate body parts not to be fazed but the babbling on while trying to flex or, in some cases, flirt with Fletcher was uninteresting to him. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you're gonna text me though." He then chuckled, "You've been bitten by the ink bug. Congratulations, bae." And then he paused and shook his head, "Alright I dunno how I like that one. Bae? I thought I'd try it out but it makes me feel like someone old trying to sound young." He shook his head again and then stepped to Xavier, Bending his head to kiss him. "Hey don't sigh and pout. Knowing us, we'll end up texting a shit ton until we see each other again. Tomorrow will go by quick." He stole another couple of pecks and then said, "Get your ass home safely, yeah?"

XAVIER

"Nope, never," he replied genuinely. Xavier had seen a lot of Fletcher's work on the shop's Instagram and when he had visited the store last. Also the glimpse of his sketches was enough proof that Fletcher was more than capable. He was incredibly talented. "Oh God. A Prince Albert. I'm sorry. That sounds exhausting when you're just trying to do your work like ma'am this is a Wendy's." He repeated the old vine knowing Fletcher would get it. He shook his head and sighed. "Look, I've already seen a client flirt with you so I just KNOW that shit happens often." He wasn't super jealous especially when he trusted Fletcher but there was a small, tiny part of him that hated the idea." He did smile thinking about telling Fletcher about his future tattoos. Arching a brow with a smirk at the new pet name, Xavier grinned. "Bae. yeah, I don't know either." He laughed at his boyfriend's reasoning for not liking it to much. "You sir are definitely not old." he welcomed the kiss and looked up at the other. "I'm looking forward to all of that. Tomorrow will go by quick," he echoed and chuckled at the pecks before pressing his lips against Fletcher's a little longer. "You too. Text me when you get there just to make sure you're okay. yeah?" Xavier climbed into his car and looked over his shoulder. "Behave!"

FLETCHER

Fletcher chuckled a little at Xavier's Vine reference and then said, "Yeah, if I had to take a guess the person who booked this appointment is getting it purely to peacock in the bedroom. He sounded the type when he made the appointment. So I guess this is me judging. But not feeling bad about it." He listened to Xavier and then admitted, "It does, but I'm with you now. And even before we became official tonight, I haven't been fazed by flirtatious clients in a while." It was true, thanks largely to Xavier consuming much of his thoughts on the romantic front. Ever since that kiss at the school fundraiser. Before that, his focus had been on his daughter and his new adjustments but the fundraiser happened. Their unexpected first kisses happened. When talking about the 'bae' pet name he said, "I guess it wouldn't bother me in writing or text but out loud it just sounds weird coming outta my mouth." He then quickly argued, "I am old and I can accept being your old man." He watched Xavier head to the driver's side of his car while saying, "Will do," and then he stepped away from the curb and turned to leave. But when he heard Xavier's last comment, Fletcher chuckled once. "Not likely to happen!" He called back while walking up the sidewalk towards his own car, pressing the 'unlock' button on the fob.