#I’ll make them in the order of whoever is in first when I am ready to start another one

[tj-crochets]

Fabric acquired for more baby blankets!

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 25 More & More (Sana)

You drive to Sana's home while thinking about what Jihyo told you. You are not sure can you end all these relationships when you find your girl in the future.

You clear your mind and knock on Sana's door, she opens the door quickly, she is wearing the school uniform she send you last night, but the name tag is different, it's 'Kim Dahyun'. Sana acts shyly, 'Good Morning, Mr. Y/N. Sana eooni and daddy mummy are not at home now, you can't come in.'

“Oh sorry. I’ll come back later then.” I turn around and start walking back to my car.

Seeing you are really leaving, Sana rushes out and grabs your arms, you can feel she purposely press her tits on your arms, 'Dahyun is afraid to stay at home alone, can Mr. stay with me for a while?'

I whisper to her, “Sana, I’m over Dahyun. You can be yourself.” I follow that by kissing her, and saying, “I’m going to have to punish you for being a naughty girl and trying this.”

'Oh! How about Tzuyu then?' Sana smirks and changes he names tag to 'Chou Tzuyu', 'Mr., Can you help Tzuyu?'

Your cock starts to harden when you think about how seductive Tzuyu is last time, Sana pokes at it and asks, ' Mr. what are you hiding in your pants, can you show Tzuyu?'

“Sana, cut the act. I came here to fuck Sana Minatozaki.” I walk her back to her home and close the door behind us. Rubbing her pussy I say, “Tell me how much you want me to use this pussy. Tell me how much Sana wants to be ruined.”

'Sorry Mr., Sana shouldn't masturbate during the lesson, please hardly publish Sana, sir.' Sana says as she squeeze your cock.

'Before the punishment, Can Sana have breakfast first? Sana wants hot dog and milk, can sir give me, please?’

“Sure I’ll give Sana breakfast. Kneel for me.” While Sana does that I take my clothes off and neatly put them into a pile in the corner. After that I return to Sana and ram my cock down her throat and begin thrusting.

Sana enjoys your face fucking so much, she hands you her pigtail before she puts her hand on your thigh, slowly itching it.

Her tongue licking your base while you thrust in, licking your tips when you pull out, the sensation makes you move more rapidly.

I continue slamming my cock down her throat, using her pigtails as handles. “You like that don’t you? You little cum slut.” I bury my cock in her throat waiting until she begins to struggle to pull back out and let her breath.

'Uh... Ah... Sana is teacher's cum slut... Please use Sana freely.' Sana says while struggling breathing, her saliva is dripping on her uniform, her white shirt is see through now, you can see she is not wearing a bra inside.

'Sana wants milk, sir.' Sana acts poorly while start to jerk you again.

I continue thrusting until I feel myself about to cum. It’s then that I ram my cock down her throat and feed her the milk she’s been craving.

Sana swallows all of your cum, and kisses your tip. 'Thank you for the breakfast, sir. I am ready for the punishment now.'

'But I guess you did not listen to me huh, you fucked other girls last night, and you fucked her quite a lot of times huh? Your cum is so dilute.' Sana says while start cleaning your shaft.

“Are you telling me what to do?” I pick Sana up and bend her over. I smack her ass with all my strength, and follow that with another one. “I’m the one giving orders Sana.”

'Ah, Sorry, Mr. Sana is wrong, Mr. can fuck whoever he wants. Sana is just jealous of your wife, Sana wants to get your cum in the classroom, in the office, and on your bed. Sana wants to know more about reproduction.'

Sana keeps moaning while you keep smacking her. Her ass cheek is red already, so you put down her skirt, to reduce her pain, but still slapping it.

I get behind Sana and ram my cock into her pussy without giving her any time to prepare. Immediately thrusting, I move to the couch bending Sana over it.

'Ah!' Sana moans painfully as you thrust in suddenly, you press her face on the couch, and resisting her movement, she can just lying on the couch and let you fuck her from behind.

You admire her body curve under the super tight uniform, and you keep spanking her ass, her short skirt could just barely cover her ass. 'Is this what you learn from school, seducing your teacher to fuck you?'

'Ah, yes, Sana wants to taste Mr.’s big cock. Only Mr. can fuck me, I won't let my classmates touch me. Ah!'

After a while I feel my balls tighten and I’m about to cum. I impale Sana with one final thrust and cum inside her. I pull out slowly and switch to her ass quickly.

You do not give time for Sana to rest, you pull out immediately after you cum and switch to her ass.

'Ah ha!' Sana moans again when you enter her ass, her ass is so tight, and you can feel it's pressing you with rhythm, you cock back to full hardness again when you are fucking her ass, Sana's moan becoming louder, she ready to cum for the first time in today.

“Cum for me Sana, do it.” I command as I continue thrusting, I spank her a few times as well.

Sana's body start to jerk when she nearly cum, 'Oh! Oh! yes!!!' Sana cums all over the couch, her ass is tighter as her body is tensing, she tries to arc her back but she fail, as you are pressing her body.

Her ass is too good for you to resist, you spank her one more time and you change to grab her ass so you can thrust easier, your back waist feel rheumatic pain, and you are going to cum again.

I start to play with her clit and hold on until Sana’s about to cum to release my own orgasm.

You push deep into her ass and release your seed, you moan as your cock keep shooting waves of cum in her.

You didn't make it, you could not hold until Sana reaches her orgasm. You keep rubbing her when you are cumming.

You start to feel tired from the continuous sex start from tomorrow, so your rest on her body, enjoying her ass's milking, hoping to buy sometime for you to recover.

'Clamp harder, Sana. Ah, yes... Just like this... Ah.' Sana tenses her muscle to milk you, you just moan like a pig when every time she does it, some remaining cum drip from your tip.

I take a seat on the couch and have Sana bounce on my cock, while I get some rest. As she bounces, I play with her tits and continue playing with her clit.

'Ah ha!' Sana keep her moan while you play with her body, you never feel Sana's ass is so fuckable. The way you use her makes her feel excited, then her ass becomes tighter.

Sana cums on your finger after you effort, you hands never leave her tits. She grinds on your lap, increasing the touch between your cock and her ass, she holds your hands on her tits and then she turns her head to kiss you.

I give her the kiss she desires, and pull on her nipples while we kiss. “Tell me how much you love my cock.”

'How much do I love your cock?' Sana raises her head so you can kiss her neck, your hands slip inside her uniform and play with her nipples. ' I could give up my life for it. Let's fuck like there is no tomorrow.'

Sana starts riding you again, grinding at the same time, you love the feeling so much, you thrust your hips to suit her move, and you two moan together.

'Show me how much you love my body, prove it! Ah...' Sana yells.

I start to tear away her uniform, and once I done, I start to finger her as I kiss the back of her neck. “I’ll make sure you won’t be able to do anything tomorrow.”

'Ah... No, I think the one who can't do anything is you.' Sana rides you more fiercely as she presses your head to kiss her harder.

'Why do you tear my uniform? We can use it next time. Ah!' Sana is now half-naked, only wearing a short skirt, she tries to match the pace of your fingering, she knows you love her ass, and she clamps you harder.

“Because I want more of you Sana.” I start leaving hickeys all over her body. “You’re mine and mine alone” while I finger Sana, I use my palm to rub her clit.

'Yes, I'm yours, I'm yours!' Sana cums again as you rub her real fast. She grabs your hair, so the hickeys are deeper.

'What else do you want me to wear, I have prepared a lot of uniforms. Flight attendance? Police? Or Cheerleader huh?' Imaging Sana wearing different outfits to fuck with you make you excited, your cock pulse and start shooting your seed in her.

I whisper, “why don’t you wear some nice lingerie, Sana?” I lift Sana up and spank her, telling her to change.

'I guess men will love uniform, don't you?' Sana gets up from your lap, and the cum start dripping down her thigh, she swings her hips purposely when she walks, and smiles at you.

'Are you coming in?' Sana smirks and enters her room. You are seduced by her and you rush into her room, you see she is changing into a red lace lingerie, and she shakes her body so you can see her tits bouncing. 'Would you help me to wear, please?'

“Sure, but I can’t promise I won’t just try to rip it off you a few second later.” I help Sana into her lingerie and immediately start groping her tits when she’s put everything on.

'I am wearing it for you to take it off, isn't? We still got a lot of time, alright?' You two fall on the bed, while Sana is grabbing your hair to make you kiss her neck again. You can feel she applied perfume during the break, and your cock erect again, poking her thigh. You didn't notice that Sana is smirking, since you are focusing on her body.

'It's going to be a crazy day.' You talk to yourself, although you are tired, Sana's body is such a temptation that you could not resist, your lust is burning like crazy.

Sana and I go through many costumes and orgasms through the day until it becomes night.

Sana is just fulfilling your wish, your never expected you could fuck a girl in so many customs in a day, you tear all of them when you are fucking her, and the pieces are all over the floor, you two start from the bedroom to the living room, the bathroom and back to the bedroom. You don't know how many times you cum, you can see Sana's stomach is swell. You are being drained meanwhile Sana is becoming more excited.

'Ah, Sana!' You cum again while Sana is riding you, her walls milk you from time to time, making you moan. You are exhausted already, you just lay on the bed while She keeps grinding on you.

Feeling you have finished your orgasm, Sana gets off you and sucks your cock, wanting to make you hard again, but no matter how hard she try, your cock is just semi-erected.

'Sana, I guess is enough for today, let me get some rest.'

'No, you promise to fuck me for the whole day, it's just halfway now!' Sana looks at you expectedly, she turns to lick your balls and rub your tips real quick, your body shivers from the sensation and you moan weakly, 'Oh, Sana, it feels so good.'

'Yes, cum for me, cum for me!' Sana swallows your cock again.

I hold Sana’s head to the base of my cock as I cum in her mouth, flooding it.

Sana keep teasing you, so you can cum more for her. She swallows all of your cum and licking your cock, 'I Want more, sir. I know you can give me, right?'

You just keep moaning as she plays with your cock, 'If you are too tired, let me take the move.' Sana starts to ride you again.

I let Sana do all the work while I hold onto her hips. I start sucking on her nipple, occasionally biting it gently.

Sana holds your head firmly on her tits, forcing you to suck her nipples, 'Oh... Don't bite me.'

You don't know how long she rode you, you just feel your cock works like a machine, keep shooting cum for Sana.

'Um....' You and Sana reach the orgasm at the same time, she finally seems satisfied and falls on your body, and you two breathe heavily to recover. Your hand slowly caressing her back, feeling her smoothly skin.

I tilt her head up and kiss her, our tongues meeting in the middle. “You enjoy yourself Sana?”

'I always want more & more.' Sana smirks, her forehead is under your jaw as her head is laying on your chest.

'Are you staying here tonight?' Sana playfully licks your nipple while asking. 'You can get some rest first either if you are leaving.'

“Sorry, I can’t stay the night. I’m going to go out with my step sisters tomorrow.” I sit up and carry Sana to the shower. “I want to get cleaned up before I leave.” I say as I turn on the water.

'What? Afraid Dahyun will know you fuck a girl whole day before you two's dating?' Sana smirks and fingering herself, want to clean the cum inside.

'You are going out with her tomorrow, not tonight, Ok? You got 2 choices for staying or not, yes or yes.' Sana kneels and cleans your cock, your legs feel weak and you moan again. 'Oh, Sana, such a good girl...'

“I just want to go home clean, and not smelling bad.” I hold Sana’s head to the base of my cock again. “Who’s in charge here Sana?”

You do not give her the chance for Sana to answer, you keep moving her head toward your cock, Sana does not resist, she obeys your order and let you have fun, her tongue is licking your base at the same time.

When you feel you are going to cum, you pull out and cum all on her face just like giving her a shower.

'Ah... Of course, you are in charge, but I just want you to stay a bit longer.' Sana jerks you for the remaining cum. ' You said you belong to me today, just stay a bit longer until midnight, ok?'

“I can’t stay that long Sana.” I stand Sana up and press against her belly gently causing cum to flow from her pussy. “Look at how much I filled you.”

Seeing you refuse to stay, Sana pushes you away from her. 'Liar.' She then immediately leaves the shower and back to her bedroom, leaving you in the shower alone.

I finish up quickly and walk back to Sana’s room. “Understand Sana, it’s already late in the afternoon. We’ve spent the entire day having sex.”

You try to get in, but Sana has locked the door you could just talk to her through the door.

'No, I don't understand. Now get out of my house if you don't want to stay.

'Sana, please listen to me...'

'No, I don't want to talk with a liar.'

“Fine then.” I make sure I have everything before I leave. “You’re being greedy Sana. I said all day not all night.” I write her a small note and leave. I pick up some food on the way home.

[penelopepine]

‘Mini Me’ was the CUTEST thing ever!!! I’m also here to beg for more Graves x Reader content 🙏. Could you write about Graves saving Reader from a home invasion?

THANK YOU! I'm so glad you liked it, and I hope you like this. I had a blast writing it so thank you for the ask!!

Intruder Alert!

Phillip Graves x Fem Reader

Content: Home invasion, light angst, fluff, guns Word Count: 1930

It’s become something of a habit for you both to call each other whenever possible at this time. You’re already laying down in bed, your favorite show is on and a book lays in your lap, when Phillip calls you right on the dot as usual. 

You turn off the TV and answer before the first ring is even finished as you happily exclaim into the phone, “Phillip!” 

“Evening sweetheart, you doing ok?” He asked; his voice low but comforting. “You better be in bed at this hour.” 

With a slight huff you reply, “I am, I am don’t worry. Just reading the book you got me. You didn’t have to do that you know.” It had been a total surprise for you when you came home one day to a package on your doorstep knowing full well that you hadn’t ordered anything recently. Even more of a surprise when it had been the final book of a series you had been raving about to Phillip just a few days ago. You had also mentioned how the last book had just come out as well.

“Nonsense, I gotta spoil my girl even when I’m not there.” 

“You’re too good to me, baby. Thank you. I love it so much; I’ll have to show you some appreciation whenever you come home.” 

You hear through the phone Phillip take a sharp breath when he hears your words before chuckling to himself as he growls out, “is that so? What sort of … appreciation do you have in mind?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to give anything anyway.” 

“Sweetheart, it’s not nice to-.” 

Crash!

That was the sounds of glass shattering downstairs, but that's not all though - you can hear someone cursing and the sound of footsteps under glass. You're suddenly regretting having those big bag windows installed.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that Phillip is calling your name; there's actually a lot of noise coming from his side of the phone now.

"Philip, I think someone's in the house." 

"Sweetheart," his voice firm, but filled with concern, "You need to do exactly as I say; do you understand?"

"I- I understand." 

"Good good, everything is going to be alright. I'm on my way to you now." You can hear the sound of a car door slamming as he says that. It's a half an hour drive from the base to here; you've seen him make it in twenty though. "Get up - slowly, and lock the bedroom door." 

Shakily you do as he says; trying to calm your thundering heart as if whoever is here can hear it and will come barging into the room. The tiny click of the door lock sounds out like a church bell on Sunday.

"It's locked." You're honestly not even sure you spoke with how softly you whispered those words, but you must have because Phillip is giving you his next command as soon as you're finished speaking them. 

“Now in my night stand - bottom drawer, is a case grab it. Go to the bathroom and lock that door as well before doing anything else with it.” 

“Isn’t that your-?” 

“Yes. Grab it.” 

It was Phillip’s gun case. He’s shown you how to use the gun inside of it about every month. For emergencies he had always said; you’ve never thought about having to actually use it on another person though. 

Pushing that thought down though you quickly get yourself settled in the now locked bathroom. “I have it; the door is locked.” 

“You know what I’m going to ask next, sweetheart. Just … just keep it close and ready. I’m almost there.” You could tell that Phillip was trying to calm for your sake right now. This was something you two had talked about though being a possibility. It’s so different being in the real situation though. 

Sitting down on the cold floor you open the case, and pull out the gun. It feels so much heavier than it ever has in your hands. 

It was in that moment that you heard the unmistakable creak of third from the top step on the stairs - it was the only one that ever made any noise. Whoever was here was now on the second floor, and only a few steps away from you. 

Quickly you pull the phone away from your ear to check how long it’s been. Everything feels as if it’s been going a mile a minute surely Phillip is almost here - six minutes. It’s only been six minutes. It could easily take another twenty for your husband to get here. 

The intruder must be at your door now because the next thing you hear is the rattle of the locked bedroom door. It wouldn’t be something you would normally hear, but in the dead quiet it's the only thing you can hear. That and the sound of Phillip’s car speeding his way towards you over the phone. 

All you can do now is wait and hope that this is just some thief who is there to steal whatever they find valuable, and not for anything related to Phillip because if they are, you know a locked door is not going to stop them from getting to you. 

It’s silent for a few minutes after that, and you really think that the locked door has deterred whoever it is that entering is not worth the hassle. That is of course not true because the next thing you know is that the bedroom door is being kicked open with a loud bang as the door and wall collide with one another. 

You can’t help but gasp as you hear it, as you do Phillip is worryingly calling your name. When you don’t immediately reply he continues, “I’m almost there; hang in for a few more minutes for me. I’m-” 

Phillip’s voice suddenly cuts off from whatever he was going to say. Pulling your phone away from your ear again you see that your phone has died. Oh.

Meanwhile in the bedroom you can hear the person shuffling around; drawers being opened and closed with no consideration for noise. You pull the gun up and steady your aim to the door. It’s only a matter of time before they try and knock this door down as well after all. 

You know you're only going to have one real shot though. Whoever is on the other side is definitely more prepared for a confrontation than you are - probably a lot stronger than you are too. 

Looking to your side you debate going out the window. You’re on the second floor, but as long as you do a somewhat decent landing you’re not in any danger of dying from the fall. It’s the fear of breaking something though that stops you from just making a run for it. Breaking a wrist or arm would hurt like a bitch, but it’d be doable. A leg though would probably put you in a worse situation then the one you’re currently in. 

With minutes that feel like hours you wait for the inevitable to happen. Only that’s not what happens because all of a sudden you hear a loud pained grunt and what sounds like two people fighting. 

Phillip. 

It has to be him. You don’t think anyone else would be inside fighting the intruder. 

You don’t open the door though. During your talks about this kind of situation Phillip always told you to wait for him - he’d be the one to give you the signal that it was safe to leave whatever hiding space you managed to find. 

Just as quickly as it started though it’s over. You can’t hear anything anymore. That is until four knocks on the bathroom door sound out - the signal. 

Immediately you're running to unlock the door. When throw open the door Phillip pulls you into his arms, and guides you back into the bathroom. “Thank fuck you’re alright, sweetheart.” 

“I’m alright,” You’re more concerned about him right now though, “What about you though? Are you hurt anywhere?” 

Try as you might to pull away and check him over his grip on you does not loosen. “I’m fine. Just let me hold you right now.” 

You don’t know how long the two of you stand there just embracing one another, and frankly you don’t care to know. It would have been longer if not for Phillip’s phone suddenly ringing out. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want to let go quite yet with how he gives you one more hard squeeze before letting go, and grabbing his phone. 

“Graves speaking … good, come inside and handle the trash. I’m heading back to base.” It’s fairly obvious who he was talking to, but you still have to ask.

“Are the shadows here? How are they here already?” 

“I called Erikson to get his ass here with a few boys after our call was cut out.” Phillip releases a deep breath and rests his forehead on yours, “You had me cursing up a storm when that happened, sweetheart. What have I told you about keeping your phone charged?” 

Of course he knew it was because your phone died. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let it get below 50% after this.” 

“Probably for the best.” You watch as Phillip now pulls away fully and grabs the gun from where you had left it; hostlering it to his side. “Now let’s get out of here. You’re staying on base until I get a new security system installed.” 

He is then pressing you into his side as his hand comes up to cover your eyes. “Phillip?” 

“Don’t want you seeing anything, sweetheart. Let me guide you out of here for now.” 

You don’t put up anymore of a fuss at that, and you also don’t really want to see whatever lies in the bedroom right now. With that he’s quick to get you out of the bedroom, and out into the hallway. There he does finally let you see again as he continues to pull you down the stairs. 

As you get to the bottom a small group of shadows are entering the house. They give Phillip a nod before hurriedly passing him as they make their way up the stairs now. 

“Wait, I should pack something before we leave.” You say remembering how he had said that you’d be staying at the base. 

“Well come by in the morning, sweetheart. After the boys get things cleaned up.” He reassures you as he practically carries you out of the house to his car. The ride for the most part is silent besides the low singing from the radio. Philip also doesn’t let go of your hand once during the whole ride as if he let go you’d disappear. 

Once back at base the first thing he does is get you settled in his room and bed. He lays down next to you, having you flush against his chest. “I love you so much, sweetheart. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

“I love you too; I’m here - I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Damn right you’re not.” You feel Phillip relax for the first time tonight as he gives your neck a small kiss. 

You can’t help but think how everything, despite what happened just about an hour ago, right now feels perfect. Being in Phillip’s arms will never not fix everything for you. With that thought you drift off into sleep knowing that everything tomorrow will be alright as long as you have him with you. 

[swiftiewillwrite]

bruises (morning and night)

jason todd x reader

pairing - jason todd x reader

warnings - blood, scars (you dress ur vigilante boyfriends wounds)

a/n - hey! wrote and published this on ao3 a year ago, didn't change anything so hope its good!

It had been a normal Friday night. You had come home from work at the normal time, spent the normal amount of hours watching TV and showering. Ordered in for dinner, messed around on your phone. Nothing out of the ordinary. You had gone to bad feeling completely fulfilled and normal.

You had forgotten that normal is completely untrustworthy, especially when you're dating a vigilante.

Because hours after you had fallen asleep, you were awakened by the sound of a window being thrown open in your apartment. A gust of Gotham wind blew inside your home, intensely for just a second before it closed. As if to punctuate this, you heard a thump on your living room floor. Guard up, you slowly made your way to the noise, ready to fight whatever intruder had entered your home as you entered the living room. What you weren't expecting to see was your boyfriend, Jason Todd, sitting on your floor, blood clumping pieces of his hair together. You could see large scratches in his armor. You sped over, sitting on your knees next to him, placing a hand on his cheek. He put his hand over yours.

“Jason?” Your tone was alert, voice raised what you felt was an octave higher than normal.

“Heya, sweetheart. You mind helping me out?”

“Jesus, Jay! Yes, just- get your suit off and meet me in the bathroom, okay?” You look at him. “Are you sure this isn't something you should have Alfred do?” The curly-haired boy on your floor just smirked and replied;

“You’re a way better nurse,”

“You bet I am, asshole,” Your free hand moves to poke him in his side, carefully avoiding any visible wounds. “Now go get out of your gear so I can take care of you,” You stand, but he just looks at you from his place. “What?”

“Can you help me up?” He asks, almost pathetically (but you love him too much to ever tell him that). You roll your eyes, unmistakable annoyance in them. You reach out your hand for him to take. The weight of Jason's muscular frame almost started to weigh you down, but he was upright before he could pull you down with him. Jason placed a kiss to your cheek. “Thanks, babe,”

You watch him walk down the hallway to your room, every so often hearing a soft clang from one piece of metal hitting another as he undresses. You walk down the same hall, pulling a huge first aid kit out from under your bathroom sink and sitting down on the side of the bathtub. Jason joins you, clad only in a pair of boxers that he had left at your place during his last visit. Seeing him with his shirt off, you could tell that just from tonight many scars would be added to the almost full canvas of his chest. You patted the side of the tub. “Sit.”

Jason complied, wincing when a bruise on his thigh pressed against the hard porcelain. You turn on your detachable shower head, letting the water run through his messy curls and shampooing them until the water that once had run red with blood was clear again. You pass him a towel, admiring the way he dried his hair, letting his tousled curls fall back into place perfectly, no product needed. When he’s done drying himself, you take out an alcohol pad from the first aid kit. “Okay, this might sting,”

“Please, I’ll be fine- shit!” Jason hisses when the pad makes contact with his skin, fingers gripping the side of the tub.

“Will you?”

“Shut up. Just because you're pretty doesn't mean I can let just anything slide,”

“Same goes to you, Jay,” you flicked the space in between his eyebrows with your index finger. “Don't be a dick,”

The glare he gave you alone could have killed whoever it was that fought him on the street tonight. You smirk, wrapping up the first cut and pulling out another cleaning pad for the next. You clean, wrap, clean, wrap, for what feels like (and probably was) hours. You did this until every major and minor wound was taken care of, from his calves to his forehead. You stood when you were finished, admiring your handiwork.

“Alright Jaybird, we're done. C’mon, let's get you to bed, huh?” You put out a hand for him to take, once again pulling him up. Sun was just starting to stream through the small window in your bathroom.

“Only if you come with,” Jason winked at you.

Once again, your eyes roll. You had lost count of the times just tonight. “Obviously. I'm not letting you have my bed all to yourself, tame your ego,”

Jason scoffs, opening both the bathroom and bedroom doors for you to walk through. “Ladies first,”

“Assholes go second?” You turn your head to look at him, making sure he sees the teasing way your eyebrows raise at him.

His only response is leaning forward to kiss you, a slight metallic taste from the blood still lingering on his lips. You could taste it on your tongue, but you didn't mind. It just felt more… real that way. You pull back just to close the bedroom blinds, holding the sunrise back for just an hour more to let you and your asshole pretty boy get a little more rest. When you turned back to look at the bed, he was already cuddled in, blankets bunched against his chest. He left a side of the bed free for you to take your place. You did, claiming back some blankets for yourself. His eyes were still open, and you placed your head on the pillow, laying on your side to face him. There were about three inches separating the two of you, like the breath one exhaled became what the other inhaled. Voice soft, Jason broke the silence.

“Thank you for tonight,”

Your smile was soft, but not so small that it was hidden. “Of course, Jaybird. If you need me, I'm here. I know it's hard for you to be vulnerable after… everything, but really-” you put your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb back and forth, “-I listen, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Promise?” Jason's signature smirk re-entered his face.

“Yes, I promise,”

Jason held eye contact, looking at you expectantly.

“Yes?”

“Y’know, I think you need to seal it with a kiss,”

“God, I hate you,” you scoffed, smiling and using the hand already on his face to pull him into a kiss. You let it deepen, but tried to hold back from not getting any sleep the rest of the morning. You put your hand on his chest and pushed back.

“I love you too, babe,”

“That's not what I said, Jason,”

He hummed, tapping his chin with his finger. “Y’know, I think it actually is,”

You laughed again. “God, I'm in love with an overgrown teenager. What did I do wrong?”

Next to you, Jason snorts. “Nothing, you're just lucky,”

You smiled. “Yeah, real lucky. Now please, let me get the sleep you made me lose,”

“Not till you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“You do love me,”

The mischievous look in his eyes was almost scary, but during moments like this, his hard, intimidating features just turned soft.

“I guess I might love you just a little bit,” A smile made his bright face even more beautiful, and you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Now get some sleep, please,”

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High School Sweethearts Part 5

Summary: Liam is in a miserable arranged marriage to his childhood friend what happens when he meets his first love from high school and Liam finds it hard to resist her?

Liam arrives at the beer pong and smiles “This is awesome”

Drake claps his shoulder “Come on man you’re up”

Liam grins as he takes a shot and sinks it people cheer as he continues to not miss

Alex turns to him “Wow you’re really good at this”

“Well I’ve had practice”

Alex smirks “Well let’s see if you can beat me” She begins sinking shots into the cups with people cheering on

Liam chuckles as he matches her

“Not bad Liam but not good enough”

Liam laughs “We shall see won’t we”

“Care to make a wager?”

“Of course”

“Ok if I win you have to streak naked”

Liam raises an eyebrow “Hoping for a view?”

Alex’s face turns red “That’s not what I”

Liam chuckles “And if I win” He leans into whisper “I wanna take you out somewhere nice”

“Like a date?”

“It is a date”

Alex smiles “You’re on Rhys”

Liam chuckles “3 out of 3?”

“Perfect”

“Ladies first”

Alex smirks as she takes aim and sinks it into a cup

“Not bad” Liam takes aim and sinks it

“Good but not good enough”

Alex take aim and sinks it again “Yes!”

Liam smirks “I’m gonna enjoy this” He takes aim

“Liam!”

Liam drops the ball and sighs as he picks it back up

Isabella comes up behind him grabbing his arm “Why are you wasting your time on silly games? Come on let’s”

Liam pulls away “Isabella can you stop”

“Stop what?”

“I’m trying to enjoy a party with my friends and you just won’t let me be”

Isabella steps back her eyes wide “Liam I just want to”

“Go to your friends and leave me with mine you’re so clingy”

“Is it these friends of yours that’s making you talk to me like this?”

Alex rolls her eyes This girl is annoying

“No this has nothing to do with them you’ve been not letting me have a moment all night go somewhere else”

“But Liam”

He turns to Drake “Can we take this beer pong somewhere else?”

Drake claps his shoulder “I spotted an empty room let’s go there” They gather up the cups and head to the room locking the door “She needed to hear all that”

“I agree she’s so frustrating”

“You just got some problems bro up here” Drake points to his head

Liam chuckles “Yes she does”

Alex clears her throat “Now I believe I have a game to win”

Liam smirks “You wish you’ll win”

“Oh I know I am”

“That last shot didn’t count”

“Ok I agree now take your shot”

Liam takes aim and sinks in the cup he smiles “Guess we’re tied”

“We are now how shall we settle it?”

Hana claps her hands “How about you both take a shot and whoever makes it in first wins”

Alex nods “Sounds good you ready Liam”

“Always”

They both aim and take a shot Liam’s makes in Alex’s bounces off the cup

Liam woops “Yes!”

“No fair!”

Liam laughs “It was plenty fair” He leans in and whispers “Don’t act like you didn’t want me to win”

Alex blushes and playfully pushes him away “Don’t put words in my mouth”

Liam chuckles “Don’t worry I’ll make sure we have a nice relaxing time together like coffee or pizza”

“Pizza sounds nice”

Liam smiles “Let’s do it after classes tomorrow?”

“Sounds good”

****

Liam walks into coffee shop the next day he sits at a table reading his book waiting patiently

“Hi Liam”

Liam smiles “Hey Alex”

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting”

“No I just got here now shall we”

“Liam”

Liam sighs as he turns and crosses his arms “What is it Isabelle”

“Can I talk to you outside?”

Alex looks between them What’s this bitch’s problem

“Fine” He turns to Alex “I’ll be right back”

“I’ll order us some cronuts”

Liam grins “Sounds good”

Liam steps outside with Isabelle “What is it?”

“What was that last night?! You embarrassed me!”

“You embarrassed yourself”

“All I wanted to do was spend time with you”

“By constantly pulling me away from my friends? By hovering over me every second?”

“Oh come on Liam they’re not even worthy to be called friends I’m much better than them and you know how I feel about you”

“And like I’ve told you so many times I don’t feel the same way”

Isabelle throws her hands up in frustration “And I can’t accept that!” Tear stream down her face “I love you so much it hurts Liam why can’t you just love me back?!

“There are many reasons why but I can’t list them all”

Isabelle crosses her arms “And by the way what are you even doing with that girl you were dancing with her at the party and now you’re here with her”

“I’m just getting to know her not that it’s your business I can hang with whoever I want”

“Liam please let’s get some food and talk you’ll see that I’m”

“I think we’re done here” Liam walks away then turns back “I think you should give me some space till you can get off this crush of yours”

“Liam don’t do this”

“I just did have a nice day” He walks backs into the coffee shop leaving her there

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tashi_duncan You should pay attention, you need to work on that backhand.

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art’s pov

After practice, Tashi and Art make their way to the on campus cafe, the Coffee Cafe. Art was very anxious to see how “cute” Tashi’s barista was. The only thing he really cared about was that she could make a good coffee, how she looked didn’t really matter as long as he got his coffee.

“I don’t know how much I believe you, Tashi”, he says as they leave the sports complex. “I’ve never seen another barista there.”

“You just haven’t gone at the right time, I’ve seen her almost every time I’ve gone”, Tashi says, rolling her eyes at him. “And it doesn’t matter if you believe me, because you’re about to see that I’m right.”

The two arrive at the cafe after a couple minutes of Tashi critiquing Art’s playing abilities. As soon as Art opens the door, he notices how different the atmosphere was to when he usually came in. The lighting is more cozy, and softer music is play, as opposed to the rap that his usual barista listens to.

“Well I can definitely tell that it’s a different person than my guy”, Art jokes to Tashi, “Whoever it is listens to much better music.”

Tashi ignores him, walking up to the counter. As they stop, they notice a bell in the middle of the wood, with a sign that says “Ring for Help”. Art beats Tasha to the bell, ringing it a couple times to get the attention of whoever was in the back.

“Coming!”, a voice calls from the back. After a couple seconds, a Black girl, probably a couple inches shorter than Art himself jogs from what much be the kitchen, judging by the flour both Art and Tashi can see on her apron.

“What can I get you guys?”, she asks, looking at Tashi first because she recognized her.

“I’ll get a medium iced mocha please.”, Tashi tells the girl, watching as she types it into the register, already grabbing the amount of money she had to pay. $2.50. The girl turns to Art.

“And for you?”, she asks, but Art doesn’t answer. He was too busy looking at her, the barista who Tashi had told him was cute, but he didn’t believe her. Her hair was in long braids, styled in two low buns with a couple stray pieces framing her face. She was definitely cute. He stands there like an idiot until Tashi elbows him in the ribs, alerting him to the fact that the barista, Sandy if her name tag was correct, had asked him for his order.

“I’ll have a medium caramel macchiato, please.”, he says after he tunes back into the real world. He pays and then the both of them stand off to the side to wait for their drinks.

“I was wrong.”, he says softly to Tashi. She turns to him with a smirk.

“Yes you were, but that’s ok. I like to watch you flounder like that.”, she says to him before moving as her order is called. They soon leave after Art’s drink was finished. As they walk to Tashi’s dorm, Art can’t help but think about the cute barista, hoping that Tashi will drag him to the cafe after practice more often.

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sandy’s phone

[harknessxo]

Chapter X ✦ Actions Have Consequences

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: Nia reveals Rhea’s secret to the world.

Warnings; angst

Word Count: 5.4k

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Masterlist

A/n: Y’all are getting three chapters in one day 😭

Saturday had finally arrived, and all the superstars were starting to gather their things to head straight to the arena in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. They had arrived in Saudi the day before just to get everything ready.

Rhea had previously discussed her and her group’s strategies. Damian had a match against Cody, and should Damian see himself on the verge of losing, Dom and Finn would be the ones to interfere, and if Jey or Sami attempted to make an interference as well, Jimmy and Solo would be added into the mix- despite Jimmy’s reluctance as he was also expected to assist Roman as well. Next, it was her. For Rhea, she didn’t see the need for any help as she had a theory or two on how her match would end. One, her opponents would most likely be focused on getting Nia out first, and knowing how Nia was, she was going to wear the other three women out before they even got the chance to take her out of the ring. However, in order for Rhea to win, she had to pin someone.

Thankfully, her match was going to be the main event for tonight. Despite the original plans being for Roman and LA Knight’s match to be the main event at first, they decided to change it at the last minute, which wasn’t a huge deal. However, it bought more time for Rhea so that way she could have a backup plan, just in case things went south.

On the other hand, she needed to get Damian to stay focused. Not only was he starting to consider cashing in his Money in the Bank contract against either Seth or Drew (whoever won the World Heavyweight Championship), but he was more than likely getting to grow concerned over Iyo, especially when she was set to defend her title against Bianca Belair. Knowing that Belair was with the Street Profits now, an interference could possibly occur if Bayley joined Iyo at ringside. If push came to shove, she would have no choice than to force Damian to look away from the match. For his own well-being.

Tonight’s matches went in this order: JD McDonaugh VS Sami Zayn (despite the fact that JD was not accepted in the Judgement Day, he still kept trying to be part of the group even though he was already denied to be in it after making Finn and Damian lose their championships at Fastlane), Seth VS Drew, Solo VS Cena, Iyo VS Bianca, Damian VS Cody, Logan VS Rey, Roman VS LA Knight, and finally, herself against Raquel, Nia, Shayna, and Zoey.

All they had to do was stick to the plan and make sure they won. All of them, except JD.

Hours had passed until finally, they all arrived at the arena. Quickly, Rhea had gathered her things as Dom also helped her before they got out of the large van. Their group was also followed with Roman, Jimmy, Solo, and Paul, all of them walking inside the building with their things. Only her, Damian, Solo, and Roman were assigned to individual dressing/locker rooms just so they could get prepared for their respective matches, as well as having her own hairdresser to get her hair and makeup ready.

After some talking with her group, Rhea had gone into her locker room as she closed the door behind her and was greeted by her hairdresser. She had a small chat with her before the hairdresser motioned her to sit as she began to get her prepared. Some minutes had passed as she was getting her makeup ready and almost finishing up before a knock was heard at her door.

“Come in.” Rhea called out. She heard the door open as Finn walked in.

“Oh- sorry, am I—“

“No, no, you’re good, Finn. What’s up?”

“Just letting you know that the group and I are gonna be waiting for you when you’re done. We’ll be at the lounge area.”

“Cool, I’ll meet you guys there.” Rhea told him as Finn nodded as he was about to leave until he paused.

“Hey sis?”

“Yeah?”

“… Good luck out there.”

“Hey. I’ll be alright mate.” Rhea reassured him. “I’m always on top, remember?”

“I know. Just lookin’ out for ya.” Finn said before he smiled and then left. At the gesture, Rhea smiled before letting her hairdresser continue.

After a few hours, Rhea was ready. She went ahead with her look and her rifle slung over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway all the way to the lounge area backstage. It was only fifteen minutes until Crown Jewel would begin. The kickoff show started with Sami vs. JD, but frankly, she cared less about the Irishman. Especially after she overheard how he lost.

When she saw her group, along with the Bloodline and Paul, she went up to them and immediately they turned and noticed her presence.

“Aye yo!” Jimmy said as he grinned and clapped his hands together. “Look who finally came here! And she’s READY to retain that title! Oh shit!”

“Told ya man, she’s always ready.” Finn said as he chuckled.

“Okay, now that gear looks sick- as well as the makeup. No wonder you didn’t want to show us before.” Damian said as he chuckled and stood up. Rhea snorted, taking a seat beside Dom as he placed an arm around her shoulders while she did the same for him.

“Thanks. Took some time, but at least I was still ready.” She told them while Dom turned and smiled at her.

“You look great Mami, as always. And you’re gonna be the last woman standing on that ring in the main event for sure.”

“Thanks, Dom.” She said softly as she smiled before she kissed his cheek. She then turned to the rest of the group as she spoke. “Is everyone set on the plan so far?”

“Yeah. If push comes to shove, we’ll go out to help Damian.” Dom said as he gestured at himself, Finn, Solo, and Jimmy. “Same thing with Solo, although I’m not sure if he’s okay with it.”

“Nah. I’ll be alright.” Solo reassured as he sat across from them along with his brother. “I can handle John myself. But I’ll come out to help if Damian and Roman start losing for sure.”

“Do I have to come out twice…?” Jimmy asked, sounding a bit hesitant as he scratched the back of his head. “I mean I don’t know… Jey might appear and—“

“Please. Jey won’t be an issue, he’ll be pushed out of the way before anyone knows it.” Damian said as he snorted. “We’re a bigger group now. We’ll all be winning here for sure. And plus… I might cash in.” He revealed his briefcase as he tapped it lightly as well.

“If I were you, I’d put my bet more on Seth if he retains.” Roman suggested as he adjusted in his seat. “If Drew wins… I suggest you leave that issue later for Monday.”

“Yeah man, Reigns has a point.” Finn agreed as he nodded. “You have a higher chance of easily cashing in on Monday against Drew instead of today. But if Seth retains… you know what to do.”

“True. Good call-out. Both of you.” Damian nodded. “Still, I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Good.”

“Mami? Do you need me at ringside?” Dom asked as he turned to face her. “I know you’re gonna be the main event but…”

“I’ll be fine.” Rhea reassured him, her fingers caressing his hair lightly. “I already know how I’m gonna handle my business and my division. So don’t worry. I got this.”

Dom smiled up at her and nodded as he held her hand while she held his in return. She had confidence that everything was going to turn out fine no matter what.

Well, almost.

The event had begun and so far, they weren’t able to start out well. Seth had retained his championship, only for Damian to attempt to cash in as he was moments away from doing so until Sami appeared, attacking Damian from behind before taking his briefcase away and running off.

Thankfully Solo and Finn were able to stop him as they had snatched the briefcase from his hands and gave it back to Damian, with the Puerto Rican warning Sami that if he ever pulled that off again, he was going to deal with him personally the next time they were in the ring. One on one.

Next up was Solo. As expected and said by the Samoan male, he was in need of no help, with him being able to finally take Cena down on his own and win. To say that watching a defeated Cena walk away from the ring was something that Rhea was expecting to see for a while, especially after Solo took him out and won.

Iyo and Bianca were next. To say that this match was a shocker was also something, not because Iyo was able to retain, but because of the return of Kairi Sane- a best friend of Iyo. According to what Damian told her, Iyo had previously contacted Kairi and convinced her to return to WWE. However, knowing Kairi’s history with Bayley three years ago, Rhea was going to wait and see how this plays out.

Damian was up next against Cody. After soothing his nerves after Iyo’s match, Rhea was able to have Damian stay focused throughout the entire match. However, throughout the match, Cody had proven to be stronger and more focused than him that they had no choice but to have Solo and Finn interfere. It wasn't until Jey and Sami showed up as they attacked the two. Nevertheless, Dominik and Jimmy eventually showed up, with Jimmy having a stare down with his own twin and with Cody suddenly being distracted by it, Damian took the distraction to his advantage and used it against the American Nightmare, pinning him down and taking the win miraculously. At least even if he didn’t walk out with the World Heavyweight Championship, Damian was still able to accomplish putting Cody in his place tonight.

Next up was Logan against Rey. Rhea couldn’t help but smirk throughout the entire match. Even if it was cheating, she always knew that Logan was to be the one to dethrone Rey during this match. Dom was also more than pleased to watch Logan win. Hell, everyone in the group was glad that it happened the way it did. Especially since Santos was the one that left the brass knuckles near Logan instead of taking them with him.

Now, it was Roman’s turn.

They all sat as they began to watch the match after Roman had left along with Paul. Everyone’s eyes focused on the screen, watching after his entrance was over and the match began.

“Come on Uce, you got this.” Jimmy was the first one to mumble.

Rhea stood with her arms crossed, watching the match go on.

“You think he’s gonna retain?” Damian asked, making everyone turn to face him with a questioning look.

“What kind of question is that? Of course he’s gonna retain.” Finn blurted out. “Right guys?”

“Listen, I don’t want to be that guy, but…” Dom trailed off. “Jimmy or Solo might wanna come out to help him before it’s too late.”

“Man, why don’t you go?” Jimmy whined. “We already helped Damian win…”

“Y’all don’t want to help your cousin?” Finn asked with an arch eyebrow.

“Of course I do, but what if Jey comes out?”

“You need to stop worrying about Jey.” Rhea simply commented. “If he tries anything, he’ll go through us first.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know but like- I don’t want him causing more issues to y’all.” Jimmy said as concern laced in his voice. “I mean come on, he’s already trying to test Dom with that whole drama.”

“Wait. What?” Rhea asked as she blinked and turned to look at Jey, then at Dom. “Dom, what’s he talking about?”

“Nothing, everything’s fine, Mami. I got it settled already.” Dom quickly said. At that, Jimmy turned to face him as he gave him a look, which went noticed by Dom as he sighed.

“Jimmy, I said it was fine—“

“Uce, you almost gave him an ass whooping and he almost went at you if it wasn’t for me and the others being there—“

“Hold on, what?” Rhea interrupted Jimmy as she then turned to Dom. “Dom, what happened?”

The room suddenly went silent, the sound of the TV only being the one being heard as the match between Roman and LA Knight went on.

“Look… somehow, Jey knew about the whole thing that… happened.” Dom said, almost not wanting to say about the “thing,” even though he knew the others would understand what he was saying. “He was trying to taunt me with it saying that you’re still at it with Roman during the time you guys were at South Carolina and… I snapped at him.”

The entire room went silent yet again as Rhea felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She looked down at first for a milisecond, right before she gazed up at Dom as she held his hand. “Dom… you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but he was talking too much shit, and I couldn’t stand it, you know?”

“Dom, I…I need to tell you something—“

“Guys, wait.” Damian suddenly interrupted as he gazed at the TV. His expression changing. “This isn’t good.”

“What?” Finn turned to look at him, right before he looked at the TV as his face almost fell as well. “Oh shit.”

Coincidentally, Rhea, Dom, Jimmy and Solo also looked at the TV, with Solo even standing up from the couch on high alert.

LA Knight sat moments away from beating Roman. He was wearing him out.

Shit.

“Guys, one of you needs to go out. Now.” Rhea immediately said. “I don’t care who it is, just go out and help him.”

“Mami, I’ll go—“

“No Dom, except you. You stay.”

“Finn, wanna help?” Solo immediately asked as the Irishman immediately stood up and rushed off with him, all the while Dom, Jimmy, Rhea, and Damian watched the two leave.

“Damn, why the hell is he doing him like that?” Jimmy blurted out as he gestured at the TV. “He’s kicking Roman’s ass like it’s nothing!”

“Finn and Solo better be quick…”

“You know what… I’m helping. Guys, stay here.” Damian mumbled before he stood up. Rhea attempted to stop him from leaving as they both stood at the exit.

“Priest, you’re tired, you should fall back from this.” She whispered to him.

“Were you about to tell him the truth just now, Rips?”

“Look, I…” She trailed off as she looked away and ran a hand through her hair. At that, Damian realized as he looked down at her.

“Rhea, you’re hesitating.”

“I know. I know it’s fucked up of me, but right now it’s not a good time and—“

“No, no, I get that, but…” Damian trailed off before he looked over at Dom’s direction, both him and Jimmy staying focused and watching the match with concern on their faces before he turned back to Rhea. “Look. He deserves to know. But not like this. You need to think what you really want first. And right now, this ain’t a good time for you to tell him everything.”

Rhea didn’t know what to say as she hung her head down and took a deep breath. At that, Damian placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Look, your match is gonna be after Roman’s. You can’t be distracted by anything or anyone, okay? Don’t think about it now. Think about it after you win. That’s how you were able to get this far. Think about winning.”

“Right… you’re right.” She nodded at him as she looked up. He patted her shoulder before he turned and opened the door and left.

She went and sat back down with the other two as they watched the match. As they somehow predicted, Solo walked down to the ramp as a distraction as security attempted to hold him back, while an alarmed Paul tried to tell them to let him get through. Too distracted by the situation, the referee didn’t even noticed when Finn and Damian suddenly emerged from the crowd and pulled LA Knight away before he could even pin Roman the moment he sought his opportunity to do so. Despite him being able to lay a few blows on the two, Roman eventually recovered and speared him through the barricade.

The entirety of the match was chaos, but eventually, Roman was able to seek his win yet again with the help of both Finn and Damian, as well as his cousin. Rhea, Jimmy, and Dom watched in relief after they saw the conclusion of the match. They watched as Roman then came down to the ring and urged Damian and Finn to follow him backstage with his title in hand. The crowd celebrated as well as booed his win before the cameras cut to commercial break.

Once they did, Jimmy was the first to stand up and open the door of their lounge area, allowing the small group to come in.

“Got us scared for a sec back there, man.” Jimmy told Roman, who rubbed the sweat from his forehead with a towel that the Uso gave him before they walked in.

“He gave up a good fight, but… he should’ve known he was gonna lose.” Roman simply stated, a smirk appearing on his face. His comment made a few of them chuckle while he then turned to Solo, Damian, and Finn. “You three were smart about the distraction. Good work.”

“Well, we learned from the best.” Finn said, gesturing and pointing at Rhea who simply snorted and crossed her arms.

“Please, you guys knew how to do that before meeting me.”

“Yeah well, I mean, you suggested this whole plan, so…”

“Which is why, she’s gonna take that win in the next five minutes, am I right, Mami?” Dom asked as he stood and smiled while she chuckled.

“You know I am, Dom Dom.”

“Well, her match starts in… five minutes.” Paul commented as he looked down at his watch. A surprise look fell on his face before he looked up. “We’re already in the main event.”

“Shit, time flew by fast.”

“I know, right?”

“Alright, well… I should get going. I need to take care of my business now.” Rhea told them, grabbing her belt as she composed herself. “Remember guys, don’t come out, I’ll be alright. I got this.”

“Aye, good luck out there though.” Jimmy told her.

“Yeah, show them what you’re made of.”

“You got this, Mami.”

She smiled at the group before she then began to leave the room. Making her way through as the match was now starting in three minutes.

She was going to win.

Nothing bad was going to happen. Everything is fine.

… for now.

She did it. She fucking did it.

It only took for her to manage to have everyone set their eyes on trying to take Nia out first before she went ahead for the Riptide on Zoey, slamming her body against Raquel and Shayna when Raquel was moments away from pinning Shayna. She shoved both Raquel and Zoey’s bodies away as she pinned Shayna, the referee counting to three as she finally took the win yet again.

A huge grin plastered on her face as she outstretched her arm to the referee, almost commanding him to raise her arm up as she was also handed her title back. Raising it up with pride as she laughed. The crowd cheering and celebrated her win.

She didn’t even pay attention to the other four women laying defeated as she sat by the corner of the ring, showing off her belt like a shiny trophy while also cleaning it in front of the camera.

“Who’s dominant?! Mami’s dominant!” She said, laughing victoriously. “I told ya! Haha!”

Her moment of victory was suddenly interrupted when a hand grabbed her hair roughly from behind and abruptly made her stand up, causing the crowd and even Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey to gasp.

“YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

Rhea almost cried out, her hand immediately letting go of her belt as she shot both hands up to the culprit who grabbed her hair and snatched them away before she immediately turned around, seeing a furious Nia standing before her. At that, Rhea scowled as she was about to speak when Nia suddenly delivered a headbutt to her- the same way that she did when she made her return.

“What the hell—?!”

“Nia, it’s over! Stop it!”

Rhea almost fell to the ground, but she was able to balance herself in her feet as she tried to go after Nia who immediately began to also go after her as well and before they knew it, she was fighting her once more.

“Guys, guys, stop it! What the hell?!”

“Somebody get security, anyone!”

Rhea snarled, managing to kick Nia in the stomach as she grunted and doubled over. She was about to grab her hair and start punching her when she was suddenly held back by a pair of arms.

“Rhea, enough!” Raquel yelled, holding her back. “Just go, get out while you still ca—“

“Back off!” She interrupted her as she abruptly shoved her away from her. Rhea growled, once again going after Nia’s hair as she grabbed a fistful of it before landing a few blows on her head. The irresistible force attempted to fight back as she tried to get ahold of Rhea’s fist while also punching her on her side, but Rhea was able to retaliate as she then pushed Nia harshly on the ground. Panting, Rhea glared down at her before she retrieved her belt and went back to Nia, holding up against her face.

“This is MY division, and don’t you forget it!”

Nia could only glare back at her before she immediately stood, standing face to face against Rhea while Raquel grunted as she stood up. Zoey was in the corner of the ring checking on a possibly injured Shayna before the two turned to the spectacle before them.

“Guys, that’s enough.” Raquel said as she tried to break the two apart. “You can both deal with this on Monday—“

“Raquel, stay out of this!” Rhea yelled at her before turning to Nia. “You think that was smart?!”

“I don’t know, was it as smart as the shit that you’re pulling, huh?!” Nia snapped back at her.

At that, Rhea realized what she meant as she gave Nia a death stare. “Shut up.”

“Or what?! Go ahead, hit me! Do it! Send me to rehab like you said you would, Ripley! Go ahead, I fucking dare yo—“ Suddenly, Rhea grabbed her by her head once again as she was about to slam her body against the turnbuckle until officials and security suddenly began to arrive to break up the fight.

“Girls, stop, it’s over! Get backstage right now! This instant!”

Arguments began to ensue among the ring as Rhea protested, stating that Nia was the one that attacked her first while the officials attempted to mediate the situation and even drag all of them backstage. As they did, Rhea and Nia both kept arguing still, even though officials blocked them away from one another as they lead the five women in the back.

Once they did, Rhea suddenly turned and noticed her boys showing up to check on her. They were followed by none other than Jimmy, Solo, Paul, and Roman, all of them witnessing the whole thing from the lounge area as they immediately got out when they saw her coming back.

“Shit, Rhea, are you okay—“

“I’m fine, Priest, I’m fine.” Rhea said as she sighed deeply.

“Mami, what was that back there?” Dom asked as he looked concerned and checked to see if she had any possible bruises or injuries. “She almost took you out again—“

“Nothing Dom Dom, it’s okay. She’s just bitter that she lost.” Rhea quickly said. Nia, who seemed to have overheard that despite her talking to one of the officials, turned to face her direction.

“Oh, so you’re not telling him, huh?!”

“Nia, shut up.” Roman suddenly interfered as he went up to his cousin. “That’s enough. Just get your things and leave, now.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding— why are you standing up for her, huh?! You feel sorry all of the sudden, is that it?” Nia blurted out at him.

“Nia, I said shut up—“

“Oh, so you want to be the one to tell everyone what you and Rhea have been up to?!”

Suddenly, everyone went silent, processing what just came out from her mouth. Roman stared down at her incredulously while she only looked up and faced her cousin.

“Go on, tell everyone.”

“Nia, I said enough—“

“No, you know what, screw this.” Rhea snapped as she stepped forward, pushing one of the security guards away. “You want to expose my own damn personal life all because you lost- you’re just as pathetic as any pathetic person on this planet, Nia.”

“Oh please, at least I’m not a cheater that—“

“Shut the fuck up!” Rhea finally yelled at her. “The next time you open your mouth, I’ll make you regret that you even have the ability to talk!”

“Wait. Hold on.” Dom suddenly spoke as he stood. “What does she mean by…?” He looked at Rhea first. “Mami, what is Nia talking about…?”

Everyone’s attention shifted to Rhea who remained silent as she gazed at him. Not able to find the words to say to him, but only a form of apology.

“… Dom, I’m so sorry.”

That was when it clicked on his head. At first, he didn’t want to accept it, but the way that Rhea had said what she said made the truth more clearer as he gazed at her. “… you’re lying.”

“Dom, please, let’s just talk this out—“

“I can’t even look at you in the face right now—“

“Dom, please—“

“No, I need to be alone.” He immediately said as he began to walk away from the crowd. At that, Rhea’s heart dropped and before she knew it, she began to chase him as everyone watched, some of them confused and with no idea of what was going on, while others were shocked and guessing what was going on.

After a while, Rhea managed to reach Dom as she ran up to him.

“Dom, wait, please—“ She held his arm as she managed to stop him. “If you can please just let me explain…”

“Explain what?” Dom choked out as he turned to face her. His eyes glistened with tears as he tried to hold them back. “Rhea, I thought we were fine.”

“We are! We are fine!”

“No, we’re not, Rhea. We’re not.” His voice almost broke as he tried to hold himself back from crying. “You said you wanted to move on, that you wanted us to start all over again on the right foot and make things better- but then you do this. Again!”

“Dom, I promise, I didn’t know what it was thinking, okay?” She insisted, her voice almost breaking as well, but she was composing herself more than how Dom was. “I’m sorry. I never meant any of it, please…”

“… Rhea. Do you even love me?”

“Of course I do, I…” She paused and sighed deeply as she rubbed her forehead. “Look… I… I shouldn’t have rushed things. I… I should’ve told you from the start.”

“Rhea. Stop. Please.” Dom mumbled as he looked down momentarily. This time, she stopped speaking as she looked at him while he took a deep breath and then looked up, trying to hold his tears back again before he looked at her. “…. Look. You clearly need time to think on your own… and I’m not going to be around you just because you want me to. I don’t want to be hurt again, Rhea.”

“Dom… please—“

“Enough, Rhea. We need space. Both of us do.” With that, he began to walk away from her as she couldn’t help but stand there and watched as he walked away. At that moment, something inside her broke, but she didn’t care at the moment.

She just wanted to hate herself more than anything right now.

Without another word, she took a deep breath and walked to the opposite direction, willing herself not to cry as she tried to find someplace where no one could find her. She needed space, she needed to think.

Too bad she wasn’t having that anytime soon, all because Roman had somehow found her.

“Rhea,” She suddenly heard him call out her name. Which made her increase her pace as she cursed internally, but this didn’t stop Roman as he managed to catch up to her and held her arm back. “Rhea hold on-“

“Reigns, I need some fucking space—“

“And I’m just checking up on you—“

“Well, did you ever think about one day to stop caring about me?” She snapped as she turned to face him and shoved his hand away. “Reigns, in case you didn’t know, I had a shitty night, so please, leave me be.”

“Well, I mean… it’s about to get shittier.” An awfully familiar voice suddenly spoke.

Rhea froze. Her and Roman’s heads slowly turn to the source of the voice. At the sight, Rhea’s expression changed as she glared at the person before them- the last person she ever thought would come down here to Saudi.

“Liv.”

“Long time no see.” The blonde said simply as she looked between her and Roman. “I’m assuming I missed quite a lot.”

“If I were you, I would stay out of my business, Liv. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, it doesn’t? Really now?” Liv scoffed. “How about the time you injured my shoulder, hm? How about the time you decided to betray me? You did all of that just so you could keep hurting others. Admit it, that’s what it was all about, Rhea.”

“I said stay out of this. Leave.” Rhea snapped, walking towards her.

“Or what? You’ll take me out again? Go on, I dare you.”

“Why the fuck are you here anyways?”

“Just to keep seeing your downfall starting now- because if anyone really deserves it, it’s you.”

Rhea had enough at that point. She suddenly pushed Liv’s face away, causing the shorter woman to almost stumble while the former yelled at her. “Get out of my face this instant!”

“You little—“ Liv was able to recover as she was moments away from lounging at Rhea. At this, Rhea tried to do the same until a pair of arms stopped her from doing so.

“Ripley, don’t! Let it go, don’t listen to her!”

“Reigns, get off!” Rhea snapped, struggling in his hold before she looked up to see that Raquel had arrived at the scene just in time as she also held Liv back, who was also struggling on her hold.

“Let me at her, let me at her!”

“Liv, enough, just leave!”

“You’re still the same shitty person, even after everything that happened!” Liv screeched at Rhea, despite her flailing and struggling on Raquel’s hold. “And you’re just going to keep on hurting and betraying people over and over again just as long as you’re on top!”

“Fuck you!” Rhea yelled back before she suddenly shoved Roman away from his hold, facing Liv as she pointed her finger at her. “Get the hell out of my business! And you!” she pointed at Roman, “You almost lost today. Don’t let it happen again.”

She then turned around and stormed off, too enraged to even lash out at Liv any further. She didn’t feel nor hear anyone follow her as she kept walking. All she could hear was Raquel saying a few things to Liv before urging Roman to let Rhea go before she barged inside her own locker room, closing the door behind her.

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[intercoursefluids]

The Pleasure Is Mine

NSFW: Pet Play, Choking, Spit Kink, Unprotected Sex

Marinette had been to this bar several times now, and every time she had been, he was there. Standing in the corner, just watching her. Never making a move.

He was tall, big too. At first, she had thought he was rather scary looking, intimidating.

Now? He didn’t scare her at all, made her feel rather safe actually.

Right now, he was just annoying her. The past few times she’d been there, he had always seemed to be staring at her. Occasionally, she’d catch him glaring at whoever was near her, usually only when they got a little too handsy or if she was uncomfortable.

He always seemed to know when she was uncomfortable. On more than one occasion she’d noticed him ‘accidentally’ create an opening for her to get away from whoever was creeping her out.

She’d been coming to this bar a lot more often than she normally would because he was here. She felt safer going out when she knew he would be there, watching out for her.

And she was right, he was always there. Without fail, he was there, and he was watching her.

She had been so sure that he liked her! That he was at least interested in her, even if it was just a vague inclination.

The entire night she had been trying to drop hints to him. Trying to get him to talk to her, to hopefully, ask her out.

He hadn’t said a word.

Marinette stormed up to him, a shot of liquid courage making her feel bolder than normal.

“What is your deal?” She demanded to know.

“What?” He looked down at her, trying to figure out what she was asking of him.

“What is your deal? Every time I come here; you are here. Every time I look over at you, you are watching me. I thought that you might be interested in me, and I have been trying to drop hints all night, but you just aren’t responding! Do you want to fuck me or not?!” She was frustrated, and if she had been paying more attention, she would have been embarrassed by the few people who turned to look at her.

He flushed, grabbing her shoulders and turning them, blocking her from prying eyes.

“I, yes. Yes, I am… interested in you. I wasn’t sure if you were actually trying to hit on me or if I was just imagining it, so I decided against doing anything about it.” He explained.

Marinette pouted up at him.

“So, you do want to fuck me?” She questioned him, taking note of his rising blush.

He nodded, refusing to speak.

Marinette grinned, grabbing his hand and tugging on it gently.

“Can we go now?” She smiled up at him, mischief in her eyes.

He nodded, following her over to the bar and closing their tabs.

They make it to her home quickly, removing their coats and shoes before she drags him to the bedroom, making him sit down on the bed.

She moves to go change in the bathroom when he stops her.

“What? I don’t get a kiss first?” He says with false bravado. He’s nervous, she thinks it’s cute.

She hums, taking his face in her hands, brushing her thumbs across his cheeks as she leans in, pecking his nose.

“That will have to hold you over for now, I have many things planned for tonight,” She pecks him again. “-but that will have to wait, we still need to set some rules and such.” She lets go, disappearing into the bathroom.

“What… What rules?” He calls out, a little thrown off by the nose kiss. His cheeks are red, he’s blushing and it’s driving him crazy. He’s usually a lot more suave than this!

He can hear her clothes rustling as she changes, the door is wide open, he could take a peek, but he has a feeling she doesn’t want him to. So he doesn’t.

“Well for one, the light system. Pet names too, I have an idea for what I want to call you but I’ll let you have a say in it.” Her voice comes out lightly, her shadow dancing in the doorway as she gets ready.

Shivers run up his spine, she was right there, he could catch glimpses of her through the doorway. He could move, get a clear look at her, but he had a feeling he shouldn’t.

It was as if she had given him a silent order he had unwittingly followed, sit still, don’t move. Only see what I give you permission to see, no more no less.

It was an exquisite form of torture.

There was the mention of pet names too, specifically, the way she had mentioned them.

As if she were being generous in giving him a say in what she would call him.

He would let her call him whatever she wanted.

“You’re being awfully quiet out there, I haven’t scared you off already, have I?” She let out a soft laugh. He couldn’t see her shadow moving anymore, she was making him sweat, not letting him see her until she got what she wanted from him.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but he would do his best to give it.

“I’m still here. What, what name did you have in mind?” He swallowed, nervous for reasons beyond him.

She laughed; it sounded like bells. Sweet, musical, but there was something else there as well, it raised the hairs on the back of his neck, sending chills down his entire body in the best way possible.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, hm? Do you know what the light system is? We can’t have any fun until that question is answered.” She was teasing him; he knew she was.

He shook his head, “No, what is it?”

Her voice was soft as she replied, earnest in her want of his understanding. He made sure to pay attention.

“The light system operates like a traffic light, in a way. Green means go, yellow means caution, and red means stop. It will help me know what you like and what you don’t like.” He could hear her riffling through drawers now.

“Green should be used when you are enjoying what is happening and you want to keep going. If you understand, repeat what green means back to me.” She ordered him.

He shivered at her tone, dutifully repeating back green’s meaning.

They followed that method, her explaining each colour’s meaning and him repeating it back to her to show his understanding. He shifted on the bed, his imagination had started running away with him, making his pants feel rather tight.

He saw her hand wrap around the door jam, and he jerked to attention, staring at her as she walked out from behind the frame.

She was wearing red, silky dress with black lace on the edges, it was the same shade of red he wore as Red Hood. He decided to take it as a sign of fate rather than the coincidence it most likely was.

His eyes caught sight of leather, his attention snapping down to her hands, trying to identify what it was.

She was holding a… A leash and collar.

He gulped, his eyes flicking up to her face, catching her devious smile. There was no mistaking it, she was going to collar him.

He was panting now, shifting his position again, trying to find some relief from the pressure building in his pants.

She smirked, twisting the leash in her hands, running her fingers around the edges of the collar, enjoying his reactions to it.

“Do you still want to know what I’m going to call you?” She bit her lower lip and he almost whimpered, nodding his head quickly.

She walked closer to him, standing just out of his reach.

“You’re going to be my puppy, my sweet, obedient, little puppy.” There was a lazy grin on her face, she knew she had him. Hook, line, and sinker.

He tried to gain back some control, he wasn’t sure why, he was perfectly fine letting her take the reins, but his pride demanded it of him.

“Puppy?” He let out a laugh that sounded weak to his own ears.

She nodded, one hand going up to caress his cheek.

“Yes, I told you that I had noticed you, watching me, taking care of me. Acting like a big, scary dog trying to protect me,” She grabbed his chin turning his face to the side, planting a kiss to his cheek. “It was cute.”

She leaned a little farther, whispering into his ear.

“What colour, puppy?” She nipped at his ear lobe.

“G-green!” he gasped; he couldn’t get the word out fast enough.

She pulled back, moving her hand to his hair, tugging just a little. Her lazy grin turned into a victorious smirk.

“Kneel.”

He slid off the bed, dropping to his knees before he had fully even registered the command.

He looked up to her, chest heaving from excitement.

The lazy grin was back in place, her eyes roaming over him, taking in the desperation in his face.

“Take off your shirt.”

He couldn’t get rid of it fast enough.

She unbuckled the collar, slowly trailing it up his chest to his neck. She grabbed both ends of the collar in both of her hands, dragging her fingers along his neck as she placed the collar on him, buckling it into place.

She attached the leash to it, tugging on it once it was locked into place, pulling him towards her just barely.

“What colour, Puppy?” She was staring at his lips.

He gasped at the feeling, “Y-yellow.”

She pulled back slightly, loosening her hold on the leash, running her hand through his hair.

“Do you not like the collar, Puppy? We can take it off.” Her eyes were soft as she looked at him.

“No!” He grabbed her hand, stopping her from undoing his collar. “No, no I like the collar. It’s just that my knees are starting to hurt. Can I move?”

She nodded her head in understanding, pulling away from him but not releasing her hold on the leash.

“Of course, Puppy. Sit on the edge of the bed.” She smiled gently at him; his heart jumped in his chest.

He jumped up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She climbed onto his lap, slowly lowering herself so she was pressed flush against him, her legs straddling him on either side. She shifted her grip on the leash, moving her hand up closer to the collar.

Her free hand trailed up his chest, slowly moving up until she gripped the back of his head, toying with his hair. “What colour now, Puppy?”

“Green…” He was staring at her lips, his hands fisted into the covers at his sides.

She smiled, tugging on the leash just hard enough to pull him to her, pressing a kiss to his lips in the same instant.

He gasped and she took the opportunity to shove her tongue in his mouth, fisting her hand in his hair as she kissed him. He moaned into the kiss, just beginning to kiss her back in earnest when she pulled back.

Her hands went down, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants before stopping, running her fingers along the skin just above the waist band of his boxers, occasionally dipping just below the fabric.

“Do you want to take these off for me, Puppy?” Her voice was teasing but he didn’t care.

He reached down, hooking his thumbs around the waistband of both his boxers and pants when she stopped him.

“Just the pants for now, Puppy.” He bit his lip at that, frustrated with the painfully slow pace she had set.

She climbed off of him and he immediately missed her warmth, quickly stepping out of his pants and sitting back down, reaching out to her.

She let him pull her to him, returning to her place on his lap. Her dress rode up dangerously high when she straddled him, he had to stop himself from grabbing her bare thighs.

She settled down again, pressing herself into his lap just a little harder, kissing him again as her hands went back to toying with him. The leash hanging limply from his neck as she used both hands.

Her fingers dipped under the fabric of his boxers just barely before retreating back out, trailing up and down his torso, shivers wracking his body as she played with him.

He moaned into the kiss as one of her hands trailed up higher, wrapping around the leash and tugging on it. He was shaking, his hands turning white from how tightly he was squeezing the covers at his sides.

Her hand released the leash, rubbing his throat slightly as she broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his. Her other hand trailed up resting on his shoulder.

He was panting, his vision was fuzzy around the edges.

She smiled at his appearance, his lips were red, glistening and just barely swollen from the kiss. His chest was heaving, brushing against hers when he breathed in, looking at her through lidded eyes.

He looked absolutely sinful.

Her hand trailed up his throat, past his chin to his lips. She traced his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly and biting her own lip.

She gently pushed her fingers inside his mouth, watching how his eyes widened.

She moved her fingers slowly, rubbing his tongue, coating her fingers in his saliva. He whimpered around her fingers, and she reached down with her free hand, grabbing his leash again.

“What colour, Puppy?” She didn’t bother removing her fingers from his mouth.

“P-please, pl-pl-please.” He mumbled around her fingers.

She pulled her hand out of his mouth, ignoring his whimper.

“I need a colour, Puppy. If you be good and give me a colour, I’ll give you a treat.” She coaxed him.

“Green! Green, it’s green. Please don’t stop, please.” He begged her.

She smiled, he looked so pretty like this.

“Good Puppy, do you want your treat now?” She cooed.

He nodded desperately, not knowing what she planned to give him and not caring.

She moved her hand, the one she had in his mouth. Her fingers were covered in his saliva. She put them in her own mouth, making sure he was watching.

He was watching, that much was evident from how he whimpered, begging her to touch him.

She ran her tongue over her fingers, making sure they were thoroughly coated with her spit.

She pulled her fingers out of her mouth, holding them up for him to see.

“Say ‘Ah’, Puppy.”

He opened his mouth, excited for his treat.

She grabbed his chin with her other hand, leaning in close to him before spitting in his open mouth.

She pulled back slightly afterwards, quickly following the movement by shoving her equally spit covered fingers back into his mouth. Rubbing the spit onto his tongue, thoroughly coating it.

He moaned around her fingers, his eyes fluttering closed.

She pumped her fingers a few times, encouraging him.

“Go on, enjoy your treat.” She crooned softly, beginning to grind down on his lap.

He let out a loud groan, beginning to suck on her fingers in earnest as she ground down on top of him.

She wiggled her hips, grabbing his leash and pulling on it, moving her head to his neck, suckling on the skin as she gently pumped her fingers in his mouth.

She pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck, leaving marks in her wake.

She bit down slightly, gently pushing him down onto the bed. He was laying on his back, sucking on her fingers, a look of utter bliss on his face.

God he was beautiful like this.

She climbed off of him, gently pulling her fingers out of his mouth as her eyes caught sight of the mess she had left on his boxers.

She smirked, laying back against her pillows. He sat up quickly, turning to look at her in confusion.

His eyes were unfocused as he blinked quickly, trying to focus on her.

“Why…?” He questioned her, an adorable pout on his face.

She smiled, tugging on the end of his leash, he crawled across the bed to her, on his hands and knees.

She spread her legs for him, her dress riding up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.

His breath caught at the realization, pausing just before her, staring at her as she presented herself to him.

She tugged on the leash again, harder this time. Catching him off guard and making him catch himself on his elbows, his head between her knees.

“What colour, Puppy?” She questioned; she was biting her lip.

He panted, reaching a shaky hand up to brush against the inside of her thigh.

“Green. Green, please. Please, please, please. Please let me…” He begged her, eyes flicking from her face to between her thighs.

She spread her legs a little wider.

“Go ahead, Puppy. You’ve been so good for me, go ahead and have your fun.” She encouraged him.

He didn’t waste any time, descending upon her like a man starved.

He gripped her thighs in his hands, pushing the open wider and kissing the insides. Pressing open mouthed kisses up and down her thighs, sucking on the skin and biting her every now and then, ignoring how she jumped in his hold every time he did so.

He used his tongue to trace a line up both of her thighs, starting near her knees and going all the way up, stopping just before he reached her middle. When he reached the end of his path he would bite down, nibbling and sucking on the flesh.

She was moaning above him, her hand in his hair, showing her approval of his ministrations.

He pulled away from her thighs with a loud pop, he grabbed the hem of her dress, holding it up and out of the way, giving himself a perfect view of her face.

He lowered himself slowly, keeping eye contact with her as he licked a stripe up her middle. He ate her out like it would be the last thing he would ever taste.

Suckling on her, licking up her juices, plunging his tongue inside of her. All while watching her face, making sure he could see every reaction she gave.

He quickly lost himself in her, wrapping his arms under her thighs and wrapping them around her waist, sitting up and pulling her lower half with him.

She squealed as she was jerked from her pillows, now looking up at him as he buried his face in her pussy, her legs thrown over his shoulders as he held her to himself.

He moaned against her, swirling his tongue around her clit, sucking on the little nub slightly before pulling back, lapping at her opening, and sticking his tongue inside before pulling back out, doing it all over again.

Her legs clamped down around his head and he slouched forward, squeezing her tighter.

She finished quickly, spasming around his body and moaning loudly, panting as he continued to feast on her.

He ate her through her orgasm, drinking her release like she was the fountain of youth.

He kept going, even after she had slouched against him, panting from her orgasm.

She had to reach up, pushing his head away from her middle, her legs and abdomen twitching as he snuck in another lick.

“Enough, Puppy. Give me a minute, okay?” She pulled her legs off his shoulders, moving to relax back against the pillows.

He followed her, wrapping his hands around her waist, resting his head on her stomach, pressing gentle kisses to it through the fabric of her dress.

She smiled softly, reaching down and pulling the dress of, leaving herself completely bare to him.

He was lying between her legs, she felt him smile against her as he pressed a kiss to the bare skin of her stomach.

“Take off your boxers, Puppy.” Her hand was in his hair, gently scratching his scalp as she caught her breath.

He jumped up, quickly stripping out of his boxers, throwing them to the side. He gripped her hips, looking to her for her permission.

She gave it to him.

He pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling either side of him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

He was hard, she could feel it against her stomach, but he didn’t do anything about it. Just holding her, letting her catch her breath in his arms.

She leaned back, falling back onto the pillows and taking him with her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“Fuck me, Puppy.” She whispered, her nails lightly scratching against his back.

He moaned, slowly sliding into her, burying his head in her shoulders as he did so, giving her time to adjust.

She was so wet she hardly needed to, but she appreciated the gesture. She wiggled against him, trying to get him to move.

He groaned and she could feel him flex. It was addicting.

She moved again, trying to get that same reaction.

He delivered, groaning as his muscles tensed against her. It felt amazing.

He started to move, slowly, gently pushing up into her, pulling out slowly. Trying to be as gentle as possible.

She could see his hand gripping the pillow by her head and reached up, coaxing his hand open and lacing their fingers together.

She started to join him, matching his gentle thrusts with her own.

It was surprisingly nice, it wasn’t what she wanted him to do, she wanted him to be rough with her, to go faster, harder against her. But this was still nice. It was sweet.

She searched out his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them as she wrapped her legs around his waist, deciding to enjoy his gentle thrusts.

He kissed her back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek as he softly thrust into her.

She squeezed his hand, enjoying their current pace but still wanting more.

She broke the kiss, cupping his face and looking into his eyes.

“I told you to fuck me, Puppy. We can be gentle later, okay? Right now…” She leaned up to his ear. “… I want you to fuck my brains out, Puppy.”

She felt his hips stutter against her before he picked up the pace, thrusting into her hard enough to make her bed rock.

She moaned, her nails carving down his back, she let her legs fall open, giving him more room to piston in and out of her.

He groaned at the feeling of her nails on his back, seeking out her lips and capturing her in a kiss, swallowing her moans.

He wanted to go faster, harder now. He reached down, grabbing her hips with his hands as he went up on his knees. He moved her hips for her, making her meet his every thrust as she moaned, one of her hands going up to cover her mouth.

He pulled out of her, flipping her over and making her prop herself up on her arms, he wrapped his arm around her hips, mounting her from behind.

He bullied his way into her, pulling her hips back against him as he pounded into her.

Every thrust made her ass shake, he dully noted. The skin rippling from the impact of his hips against her.

She moaned, grabbing a pillow and using it to prop herself up, arching her back as he filled her.

He reached forward, grabbing her by the neck and shoving her down, keeping her in place as he fucked her.

His body leaned over her, peppering kisses all over her back, one hand gripping the back of her neck and the other holding her hip in a bruising grip.

The hand on her throat moved, wrapping around the front of her neck and pulling her up, flush against his chest as he fucked up into her.

She was limp in his hold, letting him pound into her as he please, crying out her pleasure.

He tucked his head into the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin as he squeezed her neck slightly.

The hand that had been around her waist moved down, finding her clit and circling it.

She was still sensitive from earlier, jerking in his hold.

He ignored her, or rather, he didn’t even notice.

His blood was rushing in his ears, his hips never ceasing their rough thrusts, she felt amazing, wrapped around him as she was.

His thrusts picked up speed as he neared his finish, his fingers toying with her clit, trying to get her off before he finished.

His teeth found purchase in the skin of her shoulder, he bit down hard, squeezing her neck slightly choking her.

She gasped, spasming around him as she came, her walls clenching down around him as she finished, triggering his release into her.

He spilled into her, his tight hold on her neck moving into something gentler, though it was still entirely possessive. His other hand came up to her stomach, gently rubbing her lower belly, right where he had just finished inside her.

Marinette panted, leaning back against him, letting him support her.

His hips didn’t still, gently thrusting into her as he spilled some more, there was no doubt that her insides were coated in white.

He pulled out of her, gently turning her around in his hold. They were chest to chest now, his arms wrapped around her as he gently eased himself back inside her, not moving, just resting within her.

She reached up, gently removing his collar and tossing it aside, rubbing the skin of his neck where it had rested.

He rubbed her back, leaning back against the pillows with her in his arms, curled up around her. She patted his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

“We should go take a shower.” They were both covered in sweat, it made sense that they should shower, change the sheets too.

He didn’t want to move just yet.

“Yeah, we should.” He squeezed her tighter, not moving.

She leaned up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Would it help if we showered together?” She offered.

He sighed, nodding his head and pulling out of her, taking note of how his cum leaked out of her and onto his thigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked her up in a princess carry, walking them into the bathroom.

He set her down on the edge of the tub, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat up.

“Where do you keep your clean sheets?” He turned to her, catching her staring.

She looked away quickly, coughing. “They are in the closet, on the self at the top. Why?”

He smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her head as he walked past her.

“Go ahead and get in, I’ll join you in a second. I’m going to change the sheets real quick.” He opened the bathroom door, stepping out before she could protest.

Marinette sighs, grabbing two fresh towels from the cabinet, deciding to wait for him to get back. The water usually takes a while to heat up anyway.

True to word, he returns really quickly. He smiles softly and she notices a dimple on his right cheek. His smile is a little crooked too, the combination makes her heart skip a beat.

He moves past her, to the shower, checking the temperature before turning to her.

“I think it’s warm enough now.” He observes, walking over to her to take her hand, gently pulling her up.

She lets him move her, stepping into the shower with him close behind her.

They take turns caring for each other, scrubbing each other’s backs, washing each other’s hair, things like that.

It’s sweet, Marinette can’t help but enjoy herself.

They leave the bathroom together, wrapped in their towels.

His hands dangerously low on his hips, which just isn’t fair in her opinion. There is no reason for him to still look so attractive.

She shakes her head, grabbing a set of pajamas and looking over to him, trying to guess what size he would be.

She looks over just in time to see him pick up his boxers and notice the mess she had made on them. He looks over to her, quirking an eyebrow.

“Uh, right… sorry, about that.” She coughs tossing him a pair of men’s sleep shorts that she had left from a canceled commission.

She quickly changes, gathering up his clothes prepared to throw them in with her laundry.

“Um, I’ll just, wash these real fast. They should be ready to go by morning.” She pauses, catching her assumption and back tracking. “Unless you want to leave now, of course, I’m sure I can find a bag for your boxers or-”

He walks over to her, cutting off her rant and bending down to her eye level. She had almost forgotten how massive he was.

“I’d be happy to stay the night, so long as you are alright with my staying.” He smiles at her, and she finds herself smiling back.

“Yeah, I’d like it if you stayed.”

He grins, planting a kiss to the top of her head before walking past her.

“Are you hungry? I can order us something real quick, I know this great Greek place that does delivery.” He informs her.

She agrees, moving to start the laundry.

…

The food had gotten there quickly, giving them just enough time to finish eating and switch the wet clothes to the dryer before getting ready for bed.

It wasn’t until they were lying in bed, his arms wrapped around her that she realized she had missed two very important details.

She had no idea what his name was, and he had cum inside of her. She wasn’t on the pill. They hadn’t used a condom either.

Marinette face palms, catching his attention.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, shifting to look at her.

She sighs, pulling back slightly.

“Sorry, I just realized. I never asked your name? And we didn’t use any protection…” She informs him nervously.

He sits up, looking down at her.

“Well, my name is Jason, Jason Todd. And don’t worry, I got a vasectomy, if you are still worried about it, I can pick you up a Plan B tomorrow?” He gently reassured her.

Marinette sighs, relaxing again.

“My name’s Marinette. Thank you, Jason, for everything tonight.” She smiled up at him, waiting for him to lie back down.

He smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I can assure you, it was my pleasure.”

[mstarcreates]

Not me waking up with a silly little Coffee Shop AU on the brain 🤣 I think I just need a little break from all the damn angst I’ve been writing. Anyway enjoy a little ramble I wrote this morning. Also, also I was 🤏 this close to naming the coffee shop CrowBucks 😂

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Crow’s Calling

Summary: A series of cute low to no angst ramblings in an AU where Crow works at a coffee shop in the Last City.

Day 1 - You’re Too Sweet For Me

It was a morning like any other, customers had been in and out almost non-stop since the time the doors had opened. Crow never thought his coffee shop idea would have taken off. And yet here it was. In the heart of the Last City, it was nestled in a small plaza between a ramen shop and a cantina both run by a group of Eliksni he had gotten to know.

So when there was a lull in the rush hour, he was taking advantage of it. He sighed as he leaned against the nearby wall and scrolled through funny videos posted to TravelerTalk on his phone while he passed the time. Crow hadn’t been standing there long before the bell chimed and a customer came walking in.

The male was clearly engrossed in a conversation as he walked in. Even dressed down in dark wash jeans and a casual hoodie, Crow knew exactly who the guy was, the famous Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6.

“Yeah…yeah no I get that. Mhmm. I gotta go kiddo. There’s this real cute guy working in the coffee shop and I plan on getting his number….What?! I have game! Alright we’re talking about this later. Bye now.” Cayde finally strolled up to the counter as he pocketed his phone. “Kids these days, am I right?”

“Welcome to Crow’s Calling, what can I get started for you?” He said, entirely ignoring the fact he’d overheard Cayde’s conversation with…well whoever he’d been talking to.

“Uh I’ll take two of your blackest coffees. Don’t even let them face the general direction of a grain of sugar. I mean it, my coworkers will know.”

“Alright, that's two Black Talon brews, got it.” He punched those into the datapad. “Anything else?”

“Yeah I’ll take your Golden Gun Blast, extra caramel and whipped cream.”

“Not sure if it’s your first time but that drink already comes loaded with caramel.”

“I know what I said,” Cayde grinned at him. “Line it along the inside of the cup. Please.” Then the Hunter drifted over to their counter where all their treats and snacks were displayed. “Hmm I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” Yeah no kidding, Crow thought to himself as he started to make the two black coffees. “What would you recommend?”

“Oh well see, I’m not really a sweets kinda guy, so I’m afraid I couldn’t recommend anything. If that’s all for your order please pay when you’re ready.”

“No? You seem plenty sweet to me.” Cayde said as he tapped a card against the datapad. Crow arched a brow at the comment but otherwise he didn’t reply. “Nothing? Really? That line usually gets the girls all kinds of flustered.”

“Not knocking your ‘game’ or anything but customers hit on me all day. You’ll have to try a lot harder than that.” He put the two finished drinks on the counter and began to work on the Frappuccino, lining the cup with a generous amount of caramel sauce.

“Could I at least get your name? Noticed you're not wearing a badge. Sure your boss isn’t gonna to get mad about that?”

“I am the boss, so can’t really get mad at myself.” He threw ice and the coffee mixture into a blender and ran it for a minute or two before he continued to speak. “And I already gave you my name.” Then Crow poured the mix into a cup and added a generous amount of whipped cream and even more syrup. God just looking at this thing was giving him cavities.

“You did not give me your name. I would have remembered.”

Crow placed the finished sugary concoction on the counter with the other two coffees. “I definitely did.” He smiled a little, watching as Cayde tapped a finger against his chin. It was very amusing to see the Hunter at a complete loss. “Oh I almost forgot…” Crow pulled a small card from a stack of them and grabbed a hole punch. He punctured it three times before holding it out. “For every ten drinks you get a free one on the house.”

“Thanks, I’ll hold onto this,” Cayde took the card and tucked it away. “Don’t think this is over yet, I’ll be coming back.”

“Good. Don’t forget to tell your friends.” Crow watched the other man shift from one foot to another for a few seconds until Cayde finally took the tray of drinks and headed out the door.

[ginhawatranslations]

Jersey Number Eleven - Chapter 33

Read the previous chapters here.

Hell week had just ended, and I was a bit distracted because of what Jerome said. Such a meddler, seriously. Instead of focusing on our exams, my mind kept wandering to how I would bring up the...

Wait, what should I even call this setup between me and number eleven. Happy friends? Annoying. What even is that, Kai? Is that even a thing? Tsk.

It feels like I'm overthinking all over again like I did before number eleven came to Baguio. That time when I was all confused, assuming things, questioning everything, delusional, imagining stuff, and getting giddy over the things he said and did.

Because honestly, if it were just up to me, I’d have no problem confessing. I almost did, didn’t I? If we felt the same, then great. If not, then I’d cry a bit. Just a bit, because I’ve got other things to do, okay?

Ahem. Volleyball. Ahem. Studies. Ahem. Future.

It’s just that I keep thinking about number eleven. Maybe he’s not ready yet. Maybe he still has questions about himself. And I don’t want to ask, because you’re not supposed to ask about things like gender. It’s up to the person if they’re ready to say who they are to others, and to themselves. If he’s not ready yet, who am I to force him to say it, right?

At the same time, it doesn’t really seem like he’s hiding the fact that he likes me. I might be slow and clueless sometimes, but not that clueless to miss what number eleven’s been showing and making me feel.

Honestly, Jerome has a point. Actions speak louder than words, but it still hits different when it's said out loud. It still hits different when you hear it. It still hits different when there’s an actual label - with words - for whatever this is between the two of us.

Just imagining number eleven saying he likes me already makes me blush redder than all the strawberries in Baguio. And that’s just from imagining it! What more if it really happens?

Tsk. You’re such a flirt, Kai.

But you get my point, right?

Why don’t you go ahead and confess first, Kaizen? When did you ever become such a coward? Back with Reena, you said right away that you liked her and you were going to court her. What happened now?

Because this is different! It’s number eleven, for crying out loud! Tsk.

How is it different? Because he’s a guy too? Does that change anything? There’s no “different” when it comes to love, Kai! Whoever they are...if you love them, you love them, idiot!

Tsk. At this point, I’m about to believe my brain has a mind of its own. I shook my head not because he didn’t have a point, but to stop myself. I was really close to following my defiant brain.

“Is there a problem, Kai?”

I turned to look at number eleven, who was already staring at me. We were at this café/study hub near Creston. We were supposed to go to Tanay again, but I chose this place instead so it would be easier for him to study, since he’s the one with exams next week.

“Are you okay?” he asked again when I didn’t respond right away. We were sitting side by side, and he closed the book he was reading and turned his body toward me.

Our eyes met. I gathered my courage and locked eyes with him. I took a deep breath and tried not to look away.

Would it still be called delusion if I thought he liked me?

Am I still just assuming if I think he sees me as more than a friend?

Just look at him. That’s what made me fall for him, right? Those simple, meaningful glances. Those eyes that seem to hold something whenever they look at me.

“Number eleven...”

“Hmm?”

“What if...” I like you?

He didn’t say anything, but he kept his eyes on me, waiting for what I’d say next. But my gaze shifted to the books and reviewers on our table.

Maybe I’ll confess after his hell week ends. Or maybe before the in-season tournament starts.

“What is it, Kai?”

I just smiled and looked away. I turned my attention back to my phone and the iced coffee I ordered earlier.

No. Let’s do this instead: I’ll confess if we win our first game. That’ll be against Easton University, and I know they’re tough opponents. But I’ll make my confession my extra motivation to beat them. Yeah, that’s the plan, Kai.

I really want to tell number eleven that I like him. I won’t ask if he likes me back. I just want to let him know how I feel.

Suddenly, I felt nervous. But more than that, I was excited.

“Nothing,” I said. “Probably still got a hangover from hell week,” I added with a fake laugh.

I saw from the corner of my eye that number eleven was still looking at me, but I pretended to be unbothered. I sipped my iced coffee and hit play on the Easton game highlights on my phone.

“Hey, you should start studying,” I said when he still wouldn’t stop staring. If I were him, I’d keep reviewing. When I took a look at what they were studying? I got dizzy. That’s when I knew engineering really isn’t for me.

“What are you watching?” he asked, peeking at my phone. Shit. He’s so close. And he smells so good.

“Past games of Easton. I’m studying their moves since they’re our first match.”

He nodded. “I see.”

“Maybe you’ve got some tips on how to beat them?”

“Heavy serves, ba—” he paused and cleared his throat. “Heavy serves, Kai. So their setter wouldn’t be able to create plays.”

“Doesn’t seem that effective. Their spikers are great at out-of-system plays.”

We ended our day without number eleven getting any studying done. We just analyzed Easton’s play style. But I did tell him to review, okay? I don’t want to be the reason he fails. But he just said he’s got it under control. Tss. I forgot he’s not just a rich kid, he’s also a bright kid. So I wasn’t even surprised when I found out he’s on the dean’s list.

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“What’s up, Kai?” Jerome asked while our team was warming up. Time flew by so fast. Felt like I just blinked and it’s game day already?!

But more than the game against Easton, I was more nervous about what would happen if we beat them. If - emphasis on the if - we win, I’ll finally confess to number eleven! That’s really what’s been on my mind. My priorities in life really have a strange hierarchy sometimes.

But of course, we need to win first. It’s an uphill battle, but like they say, the ball is round.

“What’s up with what?” I asked Jerome.

The crowd was growing. Of course, Westmore and Easton playing on the same day? And speaking of Westmore, they were the first match today and won against Southern University.

Number eleven even got Player of the Game.

Not surprising, but still amazing to watch him on the court. You’d never guess he just came back after months of rest. I caught a bit of his game earlier, and the gentle giant Roen Alejo, my Baguio trip buddy last year, wasn’t there.

And I’ll admit... he’s hot when he plays.

“Has Alejo confessed to you yet?”

“Cap! Shut up!” I cut him off and covered his mouth.

He laughed and raised his hands in mock surrender. People were already starting to glance our way. Tsk!

“Sorry, sorry,” he said when I let go of his mouth. “But still nothing? No confessions yet?” he whispered.

I frowned. “Nothing.”

“How long are you going to wait? Kai, what if someone else snatches him away from you?”

I instantly shot him a glare. But of course, our team captain just laughed. Such a nuisance. I’m seriously asking Vince to scare him in the dugout later while he’s showering.

“You’re scary when you’re jealous, Kai,” he said, giggling as he pinched my cheek. I swear, if he weren’t my captain, I would’ve smacked him already. I was already nervous as it is. I’m only brave right now because number eleven isn’t in front of me. But I have a feeling I’ll panic later when it’s time to actually say it.

“You want me to speed up his confession to you?”

My brows furrowed. “Huh?”

Jerome just grinned, threw his arm around my shoulder, and leaned in close.

Then suddenly, he kissed me on the cheek!

“You idiot!”

I didn’t get the chance to push Jerome away because the buzzer sounded. That meant warm-ups were officially over and the game was about to start. Tsk! That idiot! Captain or not, I swear I’m going to smack him later!

I gave him a death glare, but he just ran off laughing. I was about to chase him when he suddenly pointed at something.

I turned and froze in place. There was number eleven, sitting in the audience, brows furrowed, eyes locked on me with a serious expression.

My mouth went dry. Shit. Did he see that? Is he mad? I didn’t even know he was going to watch!

“And wearing jersey number eleven, Creston University's starting libero, Kaizen Reyes!”

The Creston supporters roared, but I was in a daze as I walked onto the court with the rest of the starting players. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way number eleven looked at me earlier. Especially the furrow in his brows! I feel like I’m in trouble, even though I didn’t even do anything wrong!

“Kai, you okay?” Jerome asked with a smirk.

I glared at him, but he just laughed again. It’s his fault, honestly! I swear I’m getting back at him later in the dugout!

“You’re bullying Kai again, Cap,” Vince said.

“He’s such a turtle,” Jerome replied, pinching my cheek again.

Tsk. Instead of just confessing to number eleven, it looks like I’ll have to explain myself at the police station.

Translator's Notes

Jerome used the word pagong (turtle) to describe how Kai is taking his relationship with Roen too slowly.

The Tagalog word for police station is presinto.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hey! I just love how you write and characterize the lords and if you're taking requests i was wondering if i could do one of my own. It's be basically how the other lords would react to finding out you were datibg one of them.

Hii, thank you for requesting this! it’s been a very busy and stressful day and this really helped me unwind! It’s gender neutral and i put it all in a little scenario for everyone to enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu

You knew that when you invited the other three lords over to Castle Dimitrescu for dinner that there may be some shocked faces sitting around you.

It was finally the night that you and Alcina were going to announce that you were dating to her other siblings. Her daughters of course had already welcomed you into their home and looked up to you.

Alcina sat at the head of the table, you to her side as she placed her hand in yours and raised a glass in the air, Daniela tapping her knife against her glass in order to clear the room.

“My dearest, and not so dearest siblings, tonight we dine with a special occasion in mind… and so I would like to formally announce to you all that we’re dating.”

She finishes her toast by saluting Heisenberg who looks like he’s just about choked on his fork when he sees Alcina hold your hand up and kiss your knuckles.

Angie screeches with excitement which breaks the silence of the room, jumping for joy as Donna claps her hands, the two clearly very happy for you both.

Moreau is nothing but supportive, if not a little sad as couples make him fell that much lonelier but he can’t stop the smile on his face from seeing you two together.

Karl pretends like he’s not happy for his sister, keeping up the playful banter the two share and whines about not wanting to attend any weddings or think about gifts.

“Oh hush, you man-thing. You’re just jealous, nothing more.”

Everyone in the room chuckles and Karl holds up his glass to salute the two of you in return, very happy for the both of you but won’t show it.

Meanwhile Daniela, Cassandra and Bela internally cringe when they see their mother lean over and kiss your cheek while waiting for desert.

“EWW mother! that’s gross!”

Donna Beneviento

She’s very terrified to tell her siblings about you, always anxious about what other people think about her.

However, you stand for none of that and pull her into a tight hug, assuring her that no matter what you’ll always love her.

After Miranda ended a family meeting and only the siblings remained, you cleared your throat to get the Lords attention.

Before you can even open your mouth to explain yourself Angie comes rushing around the corner with a huge grin on her face.

“THEY’RE DATING!! Aren’t they adorable?! You better think they’re adorable!”

Angie’s chaotic energy fills the room as she bounces from overly excited that she announced your relationship and threatening anyone that would think otherwise.

Donna waves her hand and Angie is summoned back to where she sits on her forearm. Your hand reaches down and takes her other hand that’s sitting by her side. Your fingers slot together perfectly as her slightly shaking and sweaty hands hold onto yours for dear life.

Alcina gives one of her large toothy grins, accentuated by her vibrant red lipstick.

“I must host a ball for the two of you at once!”

Moreau is slightly creeped out by Angie’s still very threatening stare but his smile is genuine as he beams at the two of you.

He’s super excited and definitely starts thinking of ways he can be a wingman to your relationship like planning dates, making gifts and maybe fishing out an old camera.

Karl having been rather close to you and Donna can’t be more happy for you both, especially Donna who he’s recently rekindled his friendship with.

He wraps her in a tight hug with his arms around her shoulder as he ruffles part of her hair.

“I’m really happy for you two, but don’t expect any of the sappy tears cause you ain’t getting any of it!”

Salvatore Moreau

It took a lot of failed attempts to get Salvatore to walk through the church’s door with his hand in yours.

After much trial and error, he’s finally ready to announce to his siblings about your relationship.

When you first walk in together, everyone is mildly shocked, you had been keeping it a secret for a while.

Alcina takes a long drag from her cigarette and points at your hands together, a smile breaking out on her face.

“It seems you’ve been busy Salvatore, I thought you never left that mine of yours but it seems I have been pleasantly surprised. I must say I am happy for you both.”

Pretty soon after, Angie comes running up to you and tugs on your leg. You look down at her as she jumps up and down with joy.

“Does that mean we’re like siblings now, you’re our in-law now!! You have to come and see the dolls Donna made! Ooh she can make you a doll for you and Sal!”

Heisenberg’s shock gets turned into bubbly laughter as he pats Salvatore on the back and looks over to you, excited as ever.

“I hope you’ve learnt how to get used to his nightly cheese obsession. I don’t know how you do it.”

You know he’s just being playful but deep down he’s still happy for the two of you in your relationship.

Eventually Mother Miranda arrives and you take your seat next to Salvatore, giving his shoulder a nudge and a playful wink as you hold his hand under the pew.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl has two moods when he thinks about announcing your relationship to his siblings.

It always varies between not giving a shit about what they say, being too tough to take criticism or rejection; ready to ignore whoever had something bad to say and completely freaking out that it could find its way back to Mother Miranda and be used against you both.

When you finally confide him to put down his tools, stump the cigar out and go over to his siblings and tell them he’s already boarder line freaking out.

The Lords stand at the ceremony cite, confused as to why they’ve been summoned without Miranda.

You stand there waiting for Karl to say something, as he stares back at you, pleading behind his glasses. You groan and face his siblings.

“Ugh fine i’ll do it you drama queen. EVERYONE! Karl and I are dating, there I said it for you!”

Alcina is the first to respond, cracking up with laughter as she sees her brother all embarrassed over such a small thing. She can’t deny that she’s happy for you and has known for a while that you were at least sweet on each other.

There have been many times where she’s caught you both staring at each other during family meetings or events and even heard whispers from the Duke about you both spending a lot of time together. Now her suspicions have been confirmed.

“My Dear, how you can stand him is beyond my knowledge but if he makes you happy then I welcome you into our family. Officially.”

Salvatore is beyond happy that you and Karl are together, knowing in some ways that the two of them are similar and have a habit of staying locked away in their respective domains without socialising with many people. So for him to hear that Karl finally found someone, he’s absolutely thrilled.

And Donna, well she’s so happy for the both of you. Both her and Angie love spending time with you and now that they’ve heard about your relationship she wants nothing more than to have lunch and talk for hours as you tell her all the little quirks about heisenberg that no one gets to see but you.

Soon all four lords make their way over to the Duke to get some lunch and any other supplies they might need. The whole time you hand is wrapped around Karl’s arm and you reach over to place a kiss on his cheek as he leans into you.

[tartglias]

Xiao, Zhongli and Venti with an immortal s/o

“Sooo 👀 can i request so some fluff hc for venti, xiao and zhongli with an immortal s/o?”

thank you so much for requesting!! this is my first time writing for more than one character at a time so it was a challenge lol thank you sm!!

Xiao

Xiao never understood the importance of time. Days, months, even years feel like nothing when you’re immortal. What a funny thing that is, immortality. He knows normal humans would do anything for it, and he despises them for that. Nothing so great came free, he knew that well. He was freed from tortures, only to get tormented by karma. He could still hear the voices and screams calling for help from tortured souls, these still haunt him daily. But the worst moments come when he sees that figure, that person who he once considered close. So close he could use the human word “soulmate”, if he believed in those, to describe who that person meant to him.

Many centuries back he met you, such a gentle person who got to break down his hard walls. A smile, a touch, a kiss. That’s all it took. So many meaningless years, and he never once encountered a person as kind yet strong like you. Someone who made the daily nightmares cease, with a simple smile and brush of fingers.

He remembers your last words like it was the day before. You were on top of one of the tall stones in Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao laying his head on your lap and you placing small qingxin flowers on his hair. He wouldn’t allow anyone do that to him ever, but in the end, you were you. And you were different.

“Xiao” you called, once you were done placing the flowers. He opened his eyes and muttered a “hm?” in response. “I have to leave soon. Mondstadt calls me”

He sat up.

“What do you mean?”

“By tomorrow morning, I’ll be on my way back to Mondstadt” you said, quietly standing up.

He stood up too.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, now not being able to look at you.

“I don’t know” you said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. You placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he felt himself calm down at the gesture for a moment.

“I meant it when I said I’ll love you forever, Xiao” you said, finally locking eyes with him. You had teary eyes, he dreaded to see you like that. If it were up to him, he would swallow every bit of pain in your body and soul, just to see you smile.

And with that, you disappeared. As quickly as you broke down his walls, you disappeared just as quick the next day. Days, months and years became even more meaningless, but somehow he felt them longer. He missed you every day, he whispered to the moon every night, wishing that some archon would hear and bring you back to him. He knew you were like him, but he never heard from you again. Were you able to finally cross to the other side? He tried to erase those thoughts from his mind.

He later found himself in that very same stone, the one in which he last saw you. New Qingxin flowers blossomed, and they reminded him of you. He sat down, staring at the horizon. But then, he felt a strange swift of wind, and a presence behind him. He quickly stood up, ready to put his mask on and kill whoever dared to interrupt his solitude. But he didn’t. The mask in his hand dropped to the floor, next to the flowers.

“I’m back” you said, with a shy smile.

“You’re back” he said, more to himself than to you. Were you really there?

His question was soon answered, once you stepped closer and pulled him in a hug. He found himself wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, while trying to hold back his tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my beloved” you said as you locked your eyes with his. You grabbed his hand and held it, but you never once let go of the hug.

“I’m here to stay now” you whispered.

Zhongli

“You need to stop playing with people’s hearts” Zhongli said, as he sipped on his tea and looked at you questioningly. You rolled your eyes in response and put your focus back on your potion. A few petals from the most exotic flower in Teyvat, a little bit of juice made from vines and a teaspoon of slime condensate.

“Sometimes mortals need a little push in the right direction” You said, finishing up the mix and transferring it to a small bottle made of glass. “Plus, we’ve been here for centuries, I’m bored and I need a hobby”

“I don’t think that messing with human’s love lives can be considered a hobby. I don’t think it’s morally correct” he said.

“You’re very dramatic. I can feel the true desires of every being that touches the soil in Teyvat, and if I sense that the desire is mutual, I simply work my magic” You said, sitting back on your chair next to the tall man.

“Can’t you let them figure it out by themselves?” He asked.

“That’s no fun Zhongli” You said, finishing up the sweet perfume-potion you were creating.

You and Zhongli have been friends for centuries. You met when you moved to Liyue as the representative of the Dendro Archon, someone you really looked up to. Zhongli was kind enough to make you feel at home, and soon became friends with the Geo Archon. Though you must admit, you always wished it was something more.

Maybe that’s why you picked up this “hobby” of yours. Unrequited love is something painful and mortals only live a short life, you believe they should live it fully, if possible.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, interrupting your thoughts with a concerned look on his face. You didn’t realize you had a sad look on yours.

“Oh? Yeah of course” You said, quickly brushing it off and proceeding decorating the small glass bottle.

“Y/n-“ he started, placing a hand on top of yours in order to get your attention. “I’ve known you for a long time. I know when something is wrong”

It was funny. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to read you since the first time he laid his eyes on you. Yet he never found out how you truly felt about him, how your heart made like a million flips whenever he did something as simple as hold your hand, or brush a hair away from your face. All these little things and gestures, have been making you swoon over your closest friend for years, centuries even.

“Time and love are strange concepts, aren’t they?” You asked, looking straight at him. Here goes nothing, you thought.

“I believe those are rather simple concepts”

“You can spend a lifetime with someone, know every habit and expression but you don’t know how they truly feel about you” You said staring at him, searching for any hint that indicated he knew what you were talking about. But you saw nothing. Who were you kidding? He’s just your friend, has been for a long time.

You let out a defeated laugh, standing up and letting go of his hand. “Forgive me, I don’t really know what i’m saying” you said, grabbing the potion and starting to leave. But you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You said you felt the desires of every being that stepped foot on Teyvat’s soil, am I right?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. “Does it work on me?”

“You wanted to get close to me, as a friend”

“My apologies my dearest y/n, but I think your blessing is wrong” he said, standing up and holding your hand once again. “I did want to get closer to you as a friend at first, but not any longer. I’ve been observing mortals for a while as well, on my daily walks through Liyue Harbor, and I think I finally understood my feelings”

You were sure that if Zhongli listened close enough, he would hear the fast beating of your heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you to use your love potion on me, my dear y/n. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways since I believe it would take a lot of effort to make an effective potion that could work on me. But it would have given me the excuse to tell you how I really feel” he said.

“How do you feel then?” you asked him, looking up at the tall man.

“I think I’m very lucky to have you by my side, and it makes me want to travel to the Dendro nation and personally thank the Archon for assigning you to Liyue. I also want you to still be by my side for the centuries to come, if you’re okay with that” he said, lowering his voice by the end.

You acted before you could process your thoughts. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently, never letting go of his hand. He liked you, he felt the same way about you. It was real.

“I’m okay with that” you replied.

Venti

It was almost noon, almost an hour after the original time you accorded with Venti to meet. You planned a picnic date by the big tree near the statue of the Seven, your favorite spot. The same spot which later, became Venti’s favorite spot as well.

He wasn’t a person who would jump straight to conclusions. You were late. Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you couldn’t find the guitar you promised to bring so you could play a duet. Being late doesn’t mean something bad happened, right?”

He decided to wait a few more moments, but once the sun set, he had enough. He went out to try and find you. He went to your house, but noticed the door was locked and no one was inside. “They left” he thought.

He slowly but surely started to get desperate. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did you get lost somehow? He went to Angel’s Share, and not even Master Diluc had seen you. If Venti wasn’t in such a panicked state, he would have noticed the rare concerned and worried look Diluc had on his face.

If any traveler walked by literally any road in Mondstadt, they would soon encounter a big rush of wind. Venti went from here to there as fast as he could, trying to find you.

He soon enough found you in Stormbearer Mountains, fighting hilichurls and two pyro mages. You looked tired, sweat covering your body and your clothes were dirty. It was obvious that this has been going on for a while. You gripped your sword as hard as you could, and kept fighting. Why didn’t you call for him? With no exception, Venti tells you daily to call for him if you ever encounter a problem. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re strong, oh no, he believed you were the strongest mortal in Teyvat. But in the end, to him you were still a mortal. Fragile and over-sensitive. He often told you to call his name, that the wind will carry it and he will appear there to help you out. So why didn’t you?

“y/n!” he screamed, once he laid his eyes on you. You turned around and saw a rush on wind, and felt his presence. What you didn’t feel though, was the pyro attack coming from one of the mages. The mage summoned three pyro artifacts that surrounded you, and burnt you. You felt your energy slip away, your head dizzy and your body burning. Then, you felt the cold wind, Venti quickly finishing off the mages and the remaining hilichurls.

Venti thought it was over. You were kneeled down, burnt skin, gasping for air. It was over, you were going to die. He felt his eyes water and fear running through his veins. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean on his chest.

“Don’t leave me” he begged. “please”

“My dear, I don’t think I can” you said, letting out a short laugh.

“Please stay strong, I think I can carry you to the cathedral but you need to hold very still so-“ he started saying, now fully crying but you interrupted him by putting a hand on his cheek and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“I’m serious, I don’t think I can leave anyways. Venti, I literally can’t die.” you said, with a laugh and slowly standing up.

“You... you’re immortal?” he asked, looking up at you, not being able to leave the floor.

You nodded. “I thought you knew”

“I hate you” he said, standing up and wiping away his tears. “I do”

“No you don’t. But you’re cute though!” you said, grabbing his face and kissing the tip of his nose. “I’m very sorry I’m late though, my commission took longer than I thought but let me compensate you with dinner and a bottle of wine”

“But you’re still burnt?” he asked you, concern still in his face.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it will rip out when I start walking. I have healthy skin underneath” you said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why do I feel like this is not your first time getting so hurt?” he asked letting out a soft chuckle, suddenly feeling lighter now that he knows you’re okay and will probably be okay for a long long while.

“Eh, been there done that a few times” you simply said, taking his hand and walking back to the city of Mondstadt.

[bakuthedeku]

their everyday game

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Words: 3,000

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Things Midoriya Izuku is: A student, a sugar baby, a boyfriend, a brat.

Things Midoriya Izuku is not: Patient.

Or: Izuku wants attention from Kacchan and he is going to get it.

A commissioned fic for @insinirate !

Clack clack clack. The room is silent but for the steady breaths of its occupants and the rhythmic beat of fingers on plastic. Clear, wall-to-ceiling windows wash the sun’s gentle light into the room, and reveal a picturesque view of the sparkling city, looking like something straight out of a magazine.

Izuku glares at the extravagant view. He bets Kacchan is writing another one of those stupid reports of his.

Buzz. The clacking halts and Kacchan glances at his work phone for but a moment before the typing resumes.

Izuku takes a deep breath. Holds it. Puffs out his cheeks.

He slumps over in his seat and sighs obnoxiously.

God, he’s so damn bored.

Kacchan said he had to get one more hour of work done, and then he’d take a break. That had been almost three hours ago. ‘One hour’ had turned into two when Izuku left Kacchan to get ready for their lunch date and had foolishly gone straight to the cafe instead of meeting up with Kacchan at the office first. He’d waited all of ten minutes at their usual table before calling a company car and returning to find Kacchan still working in his office.

If not for Kacchan’s genuine surprise at the time and his gruff, yet sweet apologies, he would be a dead man already.

But Izuku still isn’t satisfied. Kacchan needs a break, and Izuku needs attention, stat. There’s only one solution: Izuku’s gonna annoy the shit out of Kacchan. So Izuku sucks in another breath and pouts at the ceiling. “Kacchaaaaan!”

Kacchan sighs, but he doesn’t respond. The silence in the room grows thick with expectation; Izuku’s long-perfect attention-seeking tone signals the start of the game they play every day.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the clack of keys and occasional buzz from Kacchan’s work phone. Izuku wriggles against his plush seat, making the leather squeak obnoxiously, and clears his throat daintily, earning himself a glance. “Kacchan, I’m hungry…” Izuku peaks at Kacchan from beneath fluttering eyelashes.

Kacchan shifts his eyes back to his computer and types another line, pointedly loud against the room’s still silence.

When they play this game, whoever breaks first (or whoever wants whatever they’re after more) will relent and go to the other, so this can go one of two ways; Izuku will pull himself from his lounging position to drape himself over Kacchan, or Kacchan will pull himself from his work and lavish Izuku with the attention he deserves.

Today, Izuku takes it upon himself to move things forward—Kacchan is in one of those moods where it could take hours to break him down, and Izuku needs results now.

So with an impatient, gusty sigh pulled deep from his lungs, Izuku heaves himself up and slinks over to Kacchan’s grand desk, stalking up from behind him. When Kacchan makes the mistake of glancing at Izuku from the corner of his eye, Izuku pounces.

Izuku wrenches Kacchan’s chair around and jumps into his lap, laying himself over Kacchan as well as the plush arms of his chair. Kacchan grunts out a quiet oof at the sudden weight but wraps an arm around his waist nonetheless.

“I’m working, Deku,” Kacchan says dryly.

“Actually, Kacchan, I think you’ll find that you’re cuddling me and giving me attention right now, and I can’t imagine why you’d want to stop.”

Kacchan exhales quietly and wrestles down the corners of his lips—it’s not quite a smile, but it’s a good enough start for Izuku. “I have a lot to do, so as much as I’d love to keep giving you all the attention you desire, I really do have to get back to work.”

Izuku wraps an arm around Kacchan’s neck and pretends to think, then shakes his head solemnly. “Unfortunately, it’s a no from me. I’m hungry and I want lunch.”

“Then go get lunch.”

Izuku gives Kacchan a look for being deliberately obtuse.

“I’ll order in for you, then,” Kacchan offers.

Izuku huffs and pushes himself away from his comfortable spot against Kacchan’s broad chest. “Not good enough, Kacchan! We organised a lunch date, so I am getting a lunch date. Now.” Izuku sticks out his chin and dares Kacchan to say no.

Eyes lock. Izuku stares with determination, burying his will into impenetrable crystal red and steadfastly ignoring their alluring pull. Kacchan makes an aborted noise in the back of his throat, as if he was about to say something stupid but thought better of it, and finally sighs.

“Half an hour.”

Izuku smiles sweetly. “Two. You’re late, so you’ve accrued interest.”

Kacchan decides to focus on their negotiations over Izuku’s mockingly business-like tone: “Forty-five is the best you’re going to get from me.”

“An hour, not including travel time, or I’ll get our contract from your room and tear it up myself.” Izuku juts out a petulant lip. He’d never do it, but it gets his point across—Izuku isn’t budging on this.

Kacchan stares hard for a moment, then sags and rests his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck. “You’re such an annoying little shit,” he murmurs, warm against Izuku’s skin.

Izuku hides his smile in Kacchan’s hair and holds him tight. Another victory secured.

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The cafe is a relaxing, familiar space for Izuku. He’s been a regular since before his arrangement with Kacchan began, and when it breached the confines of Kacchan’s highrise office, it was only natural Izuku would drag Kacchan to his favourite little spot.

After enough of their regular visits, the staff have stopped staring at Kacchan and his crisp suits and shiny Rolex watches, and they interact more or less normally with the pair when they stop by.

They place their orders, as usual, and Kacchan pays, as usual, before they settle in their favourite corner, waiting for drinks and food.

Izuku relaxes into his plush chair. He breathes in happiness, the scent of sugar and coffee and Kacchan’s handsome cologne, and breathes out his worries. He’s already plotting ways to extend the hour he was so graciously granted.

On the table before him is a generous slice of cake, which is ‘not a meal,’ according to Kacchan, but Izuku wanted it and he doesn’t care what Kacchan has to say about it. Kacchan is still waiting on his own food; some kind of salmon dish, which is about the fanciest thing he might be able to get his hands on at a casual place like this.

Before Kacchan can grouse at Izuku further, Izuku digs into his treat with no regard for manners, or as Kacchan calls them, “basic fucking social etiquette.” Whenever Kacchan attempts to spout this particular kind of bullshit, Izuku rather enjoys pointing out the hypocrisy of Kacchan of all people criticising other people’s social graces.

Izuku glances at Kacchan and licks his lips before he fills his mouth with fluffy, sugary goodness, making eye-contact with him as he lets out an exaggerated moan. “So good,” Izuku takes care to lick his lips and smiles, warm and sweet like molten honey.

Kacchan rolls his eyes, but he swallows like his mouth is dry. “You’re a damn menace, you little brat,” he says hoarsely, despite the way his eyes have been stuck on Izuku’s lips since he licked them.

“Hey!” Izuku kicks out with all the gentleness of a fussy toddler, landing a solid kick on Kacchan’s shin. “Don’t be mean. You would’ve missed our lunch date altogether if I hadn’t dragged you here.” Izuku tilts his head and gives an Oscar-worthy kicked-puppy pout.

“Deku…” Kacchan obviously misses the point of his pouting by a mile, because now he just looks sad, and that is not what Izuku was going for! “I’m sorry I forgot, baby. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s just...”

“You’re busy,” Izuku finishes for him, and leans across the table to (affectionately) swat his dumb boyfriend’s head. “I know. I’m not mad, but I do want your attention right now, so cut out the sadness and shower me with compliments like you’re supposed to.”

This earns a snort of laughter from Kacchan, who finally catches on and plays along with their usual game. His whole face brightens with his smile. “Ah yes, of course, dear. How could I spend even a second not overwhelming you with compliments?”

Izuku nods seriously. “Exactly. I’m just so shocked. You should know better than to neglect me by now,” Izuku winks, “Daddy.”

Kacchan makes a point of rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling broadly now, all teeth and crinkled eyes. “Alright, you’ve made your point, asshole. Eat your stupid cake already.”

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Once they’ve eaten, and the redundant alarm Kacchan had set goes off, they return to the car. It’s time for Izuku to execute his plan.

Before Kacchan can put his belt on like the square he is, Izuku swings a leg over his lap and wraps himself around his boyfriend. Kacchan raises a questioning eyebrow before Izuku makes his demand: “Take me shopping.”

Kacchan smacks his head back against the headrest dramatically. “You have my card. I’ll have the driver drop you off wherever you want to go, okay?”

“I said take me shopping, not send me. You have to be there or there’s no use! Kacchan needs to come with me.”

Kacchan looks sad, then, and the stupid man has apparently learnt a thing or two from Izuku, because he’s got the bestest, heart-wrenchingest puppy-dog eyes without even trying. Resting his forehead against Izuku’s, Kacchan sighs softly against his lips. “You know I spend as much time as I can with you, baby. I can only ignore my work for so long, for you.”

Izuku aches, sudden and raw. “Oh, Kacchan… I know you’re busy, you work so hard! Kacchan really is amazing. But sometimes I want to be selfish and snatch up more of your time. You put too much pressure on yourself at work. You have so many employees so you don’t have to run yourself in the ground.”

“There are things my employees can’t do-”

“Like stopping you from working yourself to death? Right, that’s my job.” Izuku wiggles in Kacchan’s lap and captures his lips in a whisper-soft kiss. “So let me take care of you.” Izuku flutters his eyelashes and pulls his trump card. “Please, Daddy?” he asks, words sugar-sweet on his lips.

Cheeks glowing a suspicious strawberry red, Kacchan huffs and grabs Izuku by the waist, easily picking him up off his lap and depositing him on the seat next to him. He waits patiently for Kacchan to break, all the while butterflies dance in Izuku’s belly at his Daddy’s casual display of strength.

“The hell do you need so badly anyway?”

Truthfully, Izuku has no idea what he would wish to buy. Spoiled as he is, there are few things he’s wanted through life that he doesn’t now own, thanks to Kacchan. “I saw this gorgeous lingerie set and I just have to try it on before I buy it. And I need you there to tell me how good it looks,” Izuku states matter-of-factly.

Kacchan clears his throat and pinches Izuku’s cheek. “Fine. Let’s go look at this lingerie, then, baby.”

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Izuku drags Kacchan out of the car by his hand and refuses to let go even after they’ve made it inside the shopping center.

“Come on, come on, I wanna see what this store has!” With Kacchan in tow, Izuku makes a beeline for his favourite lingerie store.

Izuku chatters away as he makes his way up and down the store, fluttering about pretty displays and shiny, luxurious lingerie sets hung up on the walls. He semi-consciously gives Kacchan a consistent stream of observations, rhetorical questions and mumbled postulations about what Kacchan might like best. He picks out half a dozen sets in just a few minutes, handing each one over to Kacchan for him to judge and/or hold like a handsome sentient display rack.

Soon enough, Kacchan flags down someone from the store to do the grunt work for him as he follows Izuku around the store like a loyal dog, face warring between fondness and annoyance.

Izuku is quite certain that the fondness far outweighs the annoyance, though. Izuku is, after all, impossible to hate.

After completing one circuit of the store, Kacchan interrupts Izuku before he can begin on a second. “What happened to the ‘one’ set you wanted, huh?” The man crosses his arms like a brute, biceps flexing handsomely as he pours disapproval into the question.

Izuku tuts at him. “There’s nothing wrong with browsing. Just look at how pretty this one is!” Izuku pulls out the dainty belt and harness set he was looking at, wiggling it around for Kacchan’s judgment.

“Mm,” Kacchan acknowledges, carefully collected as he judges the set. With his nod of approval, Izuku gleefully adds it to his soon-to-be-towering pile of things to try on, heedless of the fact that Kacchan immediately passes it off to the poor retail worker trailing after them.

Kacchan crosses his arms. “Don’t think I don’t realise what you’re doing, baby boy.”

Izuku ought to feel sheepish at being caught out so easily, but it’s to be expected when he’s trying to con Kacchan. Instead, he tilts his head and bats his big, round eyes, the perfect picture of innocence. “But Daddy, what exactly are you going to do about it?”

Kacchan crosses his arms, but Izuku’s got him there. Kacchan wants to see Izuku in this lingerie just as much as Izuku wants to try them on. And if all of this has the bonus of Izuku keeping Kacchan to himself for a little longer, then they don’t need to talk about that, really.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Kacchan says, and Izuku giggles, wrapping his arms around his Daddy’s neck.

“I can think of a few reasons,” he laughs. “Now come tell me how pretty I look in these!”

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The driver has to help them get everything into the car. As soon as they’re in, Kacchan orders the driver to start the car and get them back to his work quickly.

It’s cute that Kacchan thinks they’d be going anywhere near his office if not for Izuku allowing it.

“Are you satisfied now, brat?” Kacchan asks, pulling on his seatbelt only after the car has started moving (ooh, rebellious).

Izuku hums. He takes a long few moments to rearrange the copious amount of bags around him, just because he can. He pretends to think very hard about it before nodding exaggeratedly. “Yes, I think I am. For today, at least.”

When Kacchan groans, Izuku shuts him up with a kiss, and they smile like kids in love against each other’s lips.

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Deku seems to have tuckered himself out during their shopping trip, which is understandable considering the sheer amount of clothes he insisted he try on before making Katsuki buy everything for him. He spends the car ride back draped over Katsuki’s side, giving a docile little mumble every now and then when he sees a dog on the sidewalk or a pretty flower that apparently reminds him of Katsuki’s eyes.

(How can the fucker get even cuter than usual just because he tired himself out being a whiny brat all day? How is that fair at all to Katsuki’s heart? Not to mention his wallet...)

(It’s not like Katsuki can’t afford it, but damn, lingerie is surprisingly fucking expensive.)

Katsuki carefully shakes Deku awake when they arrive, because he has learnt the hard way that if he leaves Deku to doze or wakes him too quickly, there will be hell to pay. So he accepts Deku’s blindly groping hand into his own and leads him into the building, where Izuku says something vague about harassing his friend in reception and stumbles off, bleary-eyed.

Katsuki has some interns come down and transfer Deku’s things into his private car so he can attempt to get some work done before Deku makes it upstairs. Deku usually settles down after a few hours of monopolising Katsuki’s time and attention, but with the mood he’s in today, Katsuki doesn’t like his chances of getting anything else done.

He’s gotten as far as opening up an email from a partner company when the door clicks open and Deku sashays in like he owns the place.

And, okay. Katsuki owns the place, and Deku has him wrapped around his pinky finger, so he does own the place in every way but name. But only Katsuki is allowed to know that, god damn it.

“You look like a bumbling fawn like that,” Katsuki informs him, just to see Deku’s sleepy eyes flash with indignation, and watch his cheeks glow a pretty, flustered pink.

Deku’s response doesn’t disappoint, and his nose even scrunches up like a disgruntled bunny, but Katsuki’s gone and shot himself in the foot because now Deku is stomping up to him in a way that says he means business. Deku collapses heavily and claims the space of Katsuki’s lap, steadfast in the fact that it is his and his alone.

Deku slaps him petulantly on the chest. “Meanie,” he mumbles, and curls up on Katsuki’s lap, nestling his head beneath his chin and settling against him, a puzzle piece slotted perfectly in its place. “I’m tired,” Deku says, as if that isn’t obvious already.

Kastuki huffs, presses a feather-soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Just rest, idiot.”

“‘Mkay Daddy…”

Katsuki strokes his fingers through the softness of Izuku’s hair and cradles him as Deku’s body relaxes into Katsuki’s own. “Good boy,” he murmurs.

Pressed tenderly together, Deku continues babbling quietly to fill the peaceful sunset air. Katsuki nods along and holds his baby securely in his arms until he floats off into sleep.

Clack clack clack. With a watchful eye on Deku, lovely and sleep-soft against his chest, Katsuki quietly gets back to work.

[myherowritings]

PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

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“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”

If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words. 

“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.” 

You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?” 

The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.

“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”

You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”

“The real way a weekend should be spent.” 

His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.

“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?” 

He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.” 

“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.” 

You were only half-serious.

“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.

“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”

His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”

With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good. 

“And for your drink?”

“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.” 

You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?” 

“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.” 

With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”

Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?

“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”

“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”

Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price. 

“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.

“Correct.”

By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art. 

As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100. 

Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.

Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!” 

— ✩ —

This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything. 

When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?” 

Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons. 

You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to. 

As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want. 

“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.” 

Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down. 

“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?” 

“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.” 

You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!” 

He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.” 

Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”

Again, you were only half-serious.

“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”

And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded. 

After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto. 

A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?” 

“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?” 

You stared at him, unsure what to say. 

“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response. 

“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.

So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him. 

“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.” 

You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.” 

Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”

Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently. 

“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.” 

He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.” 

“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!” 

With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”

Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.

“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…” 

“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.” 

The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?

You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.” 

“Guess so.”

“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.” 

“Okay.”

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image. 

“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone. 

“You too.” 

Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?” 

His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice. 

“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”

“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.” 

As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance. 

“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone. 

With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.

Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.

Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)

You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case. 

a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o 

what to expect in the next part:

an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ

shouto has a...proposition for y/n 

FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that won’t quit.

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I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.

2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that

art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.

tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers

---

“So what you’re saying,” Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, “Is that you need me to catch a monster that’s half man and half moth?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. “Let me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you don’t want me to kill it?”

“He’s called the Mothman, and he’s pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,” the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. “We were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.”

“That’s completely possible, if he isn’t attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just… the forest?”

“As long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least that’s what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.”

“That’s actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, I’m impressed,” Geralt nods. “Alright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and I’ll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops won’t be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.”

“Honestly, Master Witcher,” the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, “If it weren’t for the mischief he’s been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost… adorable at times.”

“Well that’s a first,” Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation he’s found himself in. “A monster being referred to as ‘adorable’ rather than ‘terrifying’. I’ve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.”

“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. He’s got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes that’ll knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful. And that’s coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.”

“Hmm. Fuck.”

---

Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.

Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Lowe’s.

---

Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothman’s puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcher’s net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".

Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a human’s, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geralt’s back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; it’s almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.

As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.

“Hey there, shhhhh,” the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that they’re weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creature’s surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.”

“Liar,” Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).

“I promise I’m not lying,” Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothman’s muscles go tense. “I’m going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that I’m not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?”

The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geralt’s hand had nearly touched it. “Jaskier.”

“Hmm?” Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.

“My name is Jaskier,” the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. “Not Mothman.”

“My apologies, Jaskier,” Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: “You may refer to me as Geralt.”

“That’s your real name,” Jaskier states. The Witcher’s head snaps up.

“How did you know?”

“Hmm,” Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. “Not telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!”

Geralt drops the short section of rope he’s trying untangle from around Jaskier��s ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. “What’s wrong!?”

“My wing!” Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creature’s chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, “It’s t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!”

Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskier’s large, furry wing. It’s a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. He’s gone into shock.

A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldn’t happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. “Everything's alright, Jaskier. You’re going to be alright. I’m so, so sorry that you've been wounded. We’ll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but it’s going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, don’t struggle, and it’ll be over soon.”

“J-Just kill me,” Jaskier pants. He’s continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, “I might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!”

“Breathe with me, Jaskier,” the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passenger’s seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. “I’m taking you to my friend. She’s an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.”

Jaskier doesn’t give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creature’s face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.

---

Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geralt’s old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskier’s wings to fit through. The shirt’s bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

He hears a knock on the door and calls out, “It’s open!”

Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. “I brought you some last minute supplies and - uh… I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-”

“Thank you,” Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. “I will… see you tomorrow?”

Geralt gives one sharp nod. “Hmm.”

“Goodnight,” Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.

From the other side of the closed door, Jaskier’s superior hearing picks up the Witcher’s final whisper: “Goodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.”

The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. He’s summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, “What is this?”

“Hot chocolate.”

Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink he’s ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.

“Where is Yennefer?”

“She went home,” Geralt shrugs.

“She isn’t your mate?”

“N-No,” Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. “Why would you think that?”

“You smell like each other.”

“We spend a lot of time together,” Geralt shrugs again. “Good friends, that’s all.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “Just wondering.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Why don’t you have more lights?”

“Huh?”

“Lights,” Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geralt’s open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. “It’s no fun.”

“You really like lamps, don’t you?” the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; it’s too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.

“So what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?” Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."

“No matter,” Geralt laughs quietly. “Finish your drink before it gets cold.”

---

Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."

They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.

“It really is magic,” Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."

Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskier’s stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creature’s even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckin’ heels, actually.

So he makes a decision.

---

The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. “Bedtime already?”

“No, not quite. I just- I made you… uh…”

“Do you have a surprise for me?” Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.

Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Fae’s steadfast understanding. “Do you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?”

“I’ll close my eyes,” Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.

“Open them,” Geralt urges.

Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little “I’m-” before bursting into tears of joy.

Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskier’s waist, just beneath his wings.

"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."

"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."

"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.