#there is next to no time to sit w any of this nor do we ever come back to it in a way that matters

[constantvariations]

Finally, a 1:1 comparison between bomb and baby! Riza and Roy vs Penny and Jaune: refusing aid and choosing to die

The situation is dire in both scenes. In one, the gold tooth doctor has Riza's throat slit to force Roy to become the final sacrifice Father needs to open the Portal of Truth. The other, Cinder has whittled down the fighting force to three, taken the Staff of Creation, and has dealt a major blow to Penny. Roy and Jaune have the power to save them, but both Riza and Penny plead to die to prevent widespread tragedy

While the scenes are similar on the surface, the quality difference becomes quite stark once you dig into the details

Setup

It's been well established that Roy and Riza are each other's most important person, to the point of extreme codependency. Their bond is forged in fire and sand and blood. There is no Roy without Riza or Riza without Roy. That's what makes this scene so intense: there is no scenario in which they both make it out

Penny's only real connection is Ruby, who's already fallen into knockoff Wonderland. The emotional foundation is missing. The only one able to react to her demise is Jaune, and it's more annoying than heartbreaking due to the next comparison

The Men

Roy has only two choices: perform human transmutation or watch Riza die. Even if he or Scar managed to escape the soldiers' holds, they're not doctors. They couldn't save Riza themselves no matter how much they wanted to, not with a wound that severe. He needs the help of the enemy to save the woman he loves

Jaune is not pinned. Jaune is not engaged in combat. Jaune is the healer. He has the ability to cart Penny off to (what he believes to be) safety as well as backup fighters who can cover him. He chose not to for seemingly no reason

(The visual of Penny's wound does not communicate that this is a fatal blow nor can Penny's words be taken at face value. Like a child taking their first tumble on gravel and wailing at the sight of their scraped knee, she's experiencing her first injury in a flesh-and-blood body. Of course, she thinks she's dying! It hurts in a way she's never known! She's used to analytics and presented calculations, not screaming nerves and weeping blood)

The Women

Riza is consistently shown to be a badass under all sorts of pressure, even keeping cool while being threatened by Pride, by far the strongest and most terrifying of the Homunculi. When she gets grappled by the soldier, it's because her gun jammed at the worst moment, something guns are wont to do

Even when her throat is slit, Riza still fights. She's keeping pressure on the wound and using what could be her final words to tell Roy not to do it. She remains calm enough while actively and definitely dying to signal Roy that help is on the way

Penny, on the other hand, gets hit because she didn't move after Cinder's attack, instead getting distracted by Weiss's startled shout when the fire separates them. (Why did the fire move like that? I don't think that's how fire works.) It's ridiculous to watch this woman who was literally built for combat be taken out by freezing at the wrong moment. Had this been a consequence of her body being made anew, it would have landed better, but it wasn't. They made Penny incompetent to make the plot happen

To make matters worse, her reasoning is about choice and her apparent lack thereof. Even if we ignore the earlier seasons where she literally snuck out to traipse around Vale and had a plan to transfer to Beacon, Penny's entire thing this volume was about her identity. She's the protector of Mantle, she's the Winter Maiden, she's the daughter of a desperately protective father, she's a girl who wants her friends to get along. Penny is being pulled in so many directions, each headed by someone she loves, that she's unable to figure out who she is and what she should do. The only thing that took away her ability to choose was the hacking virus, which isn't enough to overwrite her actual arc's theme

Payoff

Roy is rewarded for listening to Riza. They're saved by the chimeras and Mei, who loses her chance to gain a Philosopher's Stone in order to do so. Several people made selfless choices and worked together to save Riza's life. In fact, Riza owes her life to a long, complex line of domino events that ensured all these characters would be in the right place at the right time

Jaune? Gets more man pain and a trip to Wonderland despite not being a titular character. Ruby doesn't even get to learn that Jaune is the reason Penny's dead! (She supposedly learned off screen but I don't listen to words of god. I watched V9 for this one moment and was left with Chekov's blue balls.) Literally nothing of value comes out of Penny's death. Ruby's sadness over her gets swept under the rug the moment Summer starts to get sprinkled in, like salt in a wound

[deliwrites]

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕤 // Saja Boys & Huntr/x

// DATE // 29th of June 2025 → 30th of June 2025 // PAIRING // Huntr/x x Fem!Reader x Saja Boys // WARNING // Angst-ish?, I'm bad at writing award shows but I had to make it difficult for myself and make one anyways. // WORDS // 2.5k+ // SUMMARY // When a nervous solo artist unexpectedly finds herself seated between two of the biggest idol groups at an award show, she expects to be ignored - only to be met with warmth, curiosity, and a spark of something deeper. As the night unfolds and her past resurfaces, what began as a whirlwind of insecurity slowly transforms into unexpected support, and a silent promise from the people who were never supposed to notice her.

// Part One // Next //

If I could explain it, I would. But I can’t.

I have just been hyped up on social media, by none other than Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. And I only just met them at an award show. I was obviously my clumsy self and literally stumbled into Zoey. I felt so embarrassed. I looked up to them, still do, and just went and made a fool of myself in front of them. Later that night I was assigned a seat between the two groups.

I don’t know how I got so lucky… and so unlucky at the same time. It was so hard not to freak out. What I expected was to be ignored by both groups. I was a nobody and yet I got to sit with them.

I didn’t deserve this. Not the seat, nor the proximity to them. Hell, they didn’t deserve to be seated with someone as low as me.

But they actually talked to me. At first I wasn’t sure if they were even talking to me, but when I didn’t respond Rumi placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. It startled me.

“I’m sorry, w-were you talking t-to me,” smooth y/n. I scold myself. She only smiled sweetly, like she understood.

“Is this your first award show?” she asked again.

“I- yeah,” I stuttered, grimacing as I awkwardly pulled my shoulders up. “Is it, obvious?” she nodded, chuckling softly. Probably because of the wide eyed expression on my face. Simply because this goddess of an idol was talking to me.

“Just a little,” she says, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “We’ve all been there, but don’t worry. You’re safe. We got you. Any questions you have about events like this, we can answer them,” she gestures to herself, then the girls who were now focused on my too. “Including them, right boys?” she asks the Saja boys on my other side pointedly. My cheeks heated in embarrassment, as I turn to my left where they sat.

They’re all watching me. Relaxed, effortless, like they were born to be idols. There was a shared look between them, no words spoken. A smirk here and a smugly raised brow there.

“Sure,” Jinu replys casually, shoulders lifting in an easy shrug. Smile tugged at the corner of his mouth like he knew something I didn’t.

I returned my gaze to the front, but theres a new feeling that I couldn’t shake. Like I was being watched, though if I peeked in the corner of my eyes it wasn’t them. Or was it?

“Don’t mind them,” Zoey says, waving her hand dismissively. “Relax, I know it’s nerve-wracking to be here. But it will be okay,” she lifts her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, then lets them drop, signaling me to do the same. Then she leans back into her seat. I nod, taking a deep breath and lowering my shoulders before sinking into the seat completely. The tension finally loosening just a little.

“By the way, who are you?” It’s Baby, the maknae of the Saja Boys. Normally the silent type, but I’d heard he can be blunt. This is apparently one of those moments.

“That alone proves to me, that I should in fact not be here,” I mutter under my breath, not knowing they heard me loud and clear. Doubt settling in my throat like it did when I first walked in. I sigh and shake my head, trying to push it down. “I’m Y/n.”

Little does she know that both bands exchanged glances, stunned for a brief moment. They couldn’t understanding why she spoke so little of herself. Sure they didn’t know who she was, but they were sure there had to be a good reason for her being here. They most certainly wanted to find out more about her.

Before any of them could say anything one of the hosts entered the stage.

“Annyeonghaseyo, everyone! Welcome to this years K-pop Rising Stars Awards!” the host spread his arm wide as he spoke. Grand gestures to capture the audiences attention. “The night where we celebrate the freshest talents, the most unforgettable songs, and the idols who’ve taken this year by storm,” the moment he stops talking his co host enters the stage enthusiastically. Joining to stand beside the first host.

“Hello, hello! I’m Seyeon and alongside Minjun,” she introduces the both of them. “I’m thrilled to guide you through an incredible evening packed with excitement, anticipation and of course amazing performances,” cheers fill the venue.

“Tonight, we’ll be honoring a whopping fifteen idols and groups with well deserved awards!” Minjun exclaims, throwing an excited gesture toward the massive screen behind him as the list of categories light up in bold glittering text. I knew the Saja Boys and Huntr/x were nominated for multiple of these categories, which they absolutely deserved.

You would think that I would be nominated for ‘Rookie of the year - Solo’, or maybe ‘Hidden gem award’. Even the ‘Fan’s choice award’ would have made more sense. But no, I was nominated for the ‘Heartfelt Voice Award’. How? I still didn’t understand. It was as much of a shock for me as it was for my manager.

“So, sit back, enjoy the show, and let’s celebrate the incredible journey of our beloved idols - both those just beginning and those shining brighter than ever!” Seyeon brings the energy down gently, her voice calm and methodical as the crowd begins to settle. Turning to her co-host with a smile. “So, Minjun… what category shall we start with?”

“Let’s start with a bang!” Minjun replies with excitement. “How about we start with ‘Album of the year’,” music starts playing as the nominated albums show on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye - bottom right, just barely - I see him. My ex, Seo Jaewon. He’s looking straight at me with that smug look on his face that might as well be a middle finger in a tux, but I ignore it. I have to. I knew his group, NOIR7, was nominated for multiple awards too, including this one.

“Why is he looking this way,” Mira mumbles, just loud enough to make my stomach twist. The stiffness returns to my shoulders like a reflex. Of course she had to notice him.

I decide to just keep quiet. They don’t need my drama in their lives. Focusing my attention back to the hosts. They are both glancing at the screen.

“Wow,” Seyeon breathes. “So many incredible albums. How could we possibly decide on a winner?”

“Luckily, we don’t have to!” Minjun replies with a grin. He pulls an envelope from behind his back, Seyeon joinin ghis as he slowly, deliverately peels it open. Stretching the tension across the room. “The winner of ‘Album of the year’ is…”

“Huntr/x!”

Zoey squeals with excitement. The three hugging while the audience including myself clap. Someone even whistles. A smile graces my face with genuine happiness for the group. They pass me and the Saja boys to get to the stairs that led to the stage.

Wow, Mystery things, she looks kinda cute when she’s this happy. But it’s more than that. It’s the way her eyes light up - not just for the win. It’s adoration, an adoration she holds highly for Huntr/x.

He watches her a moment longer than necessary, feeling a pull he can’t explain. He’s so distracted by her that he doesn’t even clap for his friends win.

Rumi steps up to the microphone, Zoey holding the award, visibly excited for the win. Even though this is far from their first win. “Thank you so much for this incredible honor,” Rumi starts sincerity clear in her voice. “We’re truly grateful to our fans, who inspire us every day, and to everyone who believes in our music and message,” my heart swells warmly at her words a content sigh leaving my lips which does not go unnoticed by the boys. “This award means the world to us, and we promise to keep working hard and growing together. Thank you!”

Soon they return to their seat, placing their award on one of the three small coffee tables arranged in front of our large couch. For a while the smile doesn’t leave my lips as the categories continue. Saja Boys win two awards before NIOR7 wins one.

Jaewon smirks at me deliberately. Clapping the rest of the members on the back as they make their way to the front. Smug and cocky.

“What is up with him?” this time it’s Romance who notices. My gaze drops, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of my dress, bunching it at my thighs.

“It’s me,” I mutter. No use pretending anymore - Jaewon’s public hatred is impossible to ignore it seems. Even for them.

“What does that mean?” Mira asks, I can feel her eyes on me as I sigh in defeat. Shaking my head, I wanna scold myself for sharing this with the people that shouldn’t have to deal with my shit.

“Jaewon is my ex,” I tell them, visibly shaking with the anxiety crawling up my spine. “He’s just trying-” I take a shaky breath. “Trying to shove it down my throat that he’s better than me. Which… he is,” I hate to admit it but I’m going on a ramble now and there’s no stopping me. “We’ve been doing this the same amount of time but my music never took off-” a bitter laugh escapes me. “Meanwhile, he’s out here winning awards, selling out arenas… and I’m just a nobody,” I lift my gaze carefully, fighting back the tears pooling at the edges of my eyes. “It’s like no matter what I do, I’m always one step behind. And he… he makes sure I never forget it.”

Their faces are soft, no judgement, just understanding. My hands loosen their grip on the fabric. Taking a shaky inhale, I glance over at Jaewon who’s still holding his acceptance speech like he is the center of attention.

“Why would he do that?” Zoey’s voice is soft and gentle, reaching across Rumi to take my hand. I shrug my shoulders, an awkward near tears smile on my lips.

“I don’t know,” it’s barely a whisper as it leaves my lips. “I guess he just wants to break me down so I don’t tell-” I stop myself from finishing. Missing the look of curiosity mixed with anger from the eight around me.

“And now, with this nomination, it’s like he’s laughing at me in front of everyone,” I swallow hard, the sting of tears threatening. “I should not be nominated-”

A protective urge flares within them. They are not just interested anymore. Now they want to make sure she gets votes. Recognition, the win.

“What are you nominated for?” Jinu cuts in, his voice serious. It confuses me but I answer anyway. Telling them know the category like it made zero sense and the song I was nominated with. Their eyes flicker with a sudden recognition. Without a word, a silent agreement passes between them.

I want to ask ‘Why?’ but before I can, Jinu takes his phone out. One by one, the others do the same. Confused I turn to Rumi, Zoey and Mira. They too have their phones out. Not wanting to be rude I don’t peek but I can’t hold in my curiosity. Tears pretty much drying up instantly with the need for answers.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Getting you more votes,” Abby says like it’s obvious.

“Wh-what?” my eyes widen, completely stunned. “But- why? How?”

“When you said the song,” Romance starts while still typing on his phone. “I realised I do know the song.”

“It is a heartfelt song,” Mira adds which surprises me. They know my song. “And your voice fits it extremely well.”

“Wait, you know my song?”

“Of course,” they all say in unison. But they don’t know me..?

“How?”

“We got it sent as an offer for our album,” Rumi says. “But we declined it because we thought it should belong to the original artist.”

“But it was always my song…,” I trail off, unsure what to believe anymore. “It was never meant for others…? I never-” realization dawns on me as my eyes search for Jaewon. “He stole it. Oh my god, it makes so much sense now.”

Silence falls over the group, heavy. There is a shift in the air that brushes over my skin, but I can’t put my finger on. Zoey’s mouth parts in disbelief. Rumi’s expression darkens, jaw tight, eyes fixed on Jaewon across the room like she could burn a hole through him with her stare alone.

“He submitted it… as his,” Baby says quietly, like he’s piecing it together in real time.

That’s bastard, Romance thinks, clutching his phone tight. Composing himself quickly before his patterns show. His fingers move fast. One post goes out. Then another. Then another. Until every account he has, on every platform has a post, pushing her song. His screen glowing with the need to fix this.

“But how do you guys even know of my song?” I ask Jinu, confused cause the song wouldn’t fit their group. In my opinion.

“We got to listen to it as well because we are signed with the same label,” Jinu replies calmly, exhaling slowly, sharp and controlled, but there is fury in the stillness of his body. He keeps to himself that he still has the demo saved. That when he feels down, he listens to it on repeat.

“You wrote that song?” Mira asks, her voice almost softer now. “Every word?” I nod, taking my own phone out to show them pictures of my physical note book.

“Look, these are the lyrics,” I show them a page with crossed out lyrics, rewritten and changed again until I thought they were perfect. They all lean in. A little too close.

“Then you’re not just meant to be nominated,” Zoey says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument, stunning me. “You’re meant to win.”

“What- no, it’s not that-” I try to protest, stumbling over my own disbelief. I don’t deserve this. Not their support. Not their attention. Not this.

But Abby speaks before I can finish. “We’re going to make damn sure you do,” his voice low and final. The others nod in agreement.

This isn’t about the award anymore. It’s about her. About what was taken from her. About giving back what belonged to her in the first place.

I sit there, stunned and overwhelmed, for the first time that night, I don’t feel so alone.

But she has no idea just how far they’re willing to go, to make sure she never feels this way again. They know not nearly enough about her yet. But they will. The song already tells them more than she realizes. Little glimpses into her heart, her fears, the way she views the world. It’s raw, honest, painful. The can’t unhear it. Can’t unsee her. She thinks they are just being kind. That it ends with some extra votes and sympathy. Doesn’t know it’s something bigger, deeper. Quiet for now, pulsing beneath the surface.

// Part One // Next //

[paxaz535]

DOUBLE (DATE) TROUBLE

nika x reader + pazzi

nika and paige somehow makes it a competition in the cabin

(i’m not sure if this type of stuff makes people uncomfortable so if it does, please don’t read it nor comment negative things about it)

w: nsfw , smut , squirting , competitive sex , fingering (sorry if i missed any)

ꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬꙬ

Nika:

yo

You:

you’re literally sitting next to me.

Paige:

girl hush and read the texts

you disliked this message

Azzi:

don’t worry gorgeous

paige is right next to me too unfortunately

but what is happening rn

Paige:

so me & nika cooked up a little surprise…

Nika:

we’re going on a double date

pack for the weekend pls

You:

you couldn’t just say this out loud?

Nika:

no cause azzi still needed to know

Azzi:

paige could’ve just told me too??

Paige:

okay but like

where’s the drama in that

we booked a cabin btw. for the weekend.

you’re welcome.

Nika:

we’re also going out tonight

so dress hot

pls & thanks

Paige:

especially you, [ ]

You:

why am i catching strays???

Paige:

girl… you stay dressing like it’s laundry day

You:

you cannot be talking paige

Nika:

enough. both of you.

Azzi:

yeah hush 🙄

Nika:

just be ready.

You:

fine i guess

Azzi:

what she said 👆🏽

⸻

You and Azzi had the same idea: get ready together, pre-game, and unpack a little chaos of your own before the real trouble started.

You were packing your overnight bag while Azzi sat on your bed zipping up her makeup case, already dressed in something tight and black and unfair.

“Why do you think they planned all this?” you asked, holding up two swimsuits and deciding to pack both.

Azzi shrugged, sliding a small bottle into her bag. “No idea. But they’re definitely up to something. Paige’s been smiling like a Bond villain all day.”

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed something peeking out of her duffel. “Wait. Is that what I think it is?”

Azzi froze. “Girl,” she said slowly, “you know we don’t do secrets.”

You pulled your bag open. “Then look what Nika wanted me to bring.”

You revealed the wand and Azzi’s jaw dropped.

“That’s literally the perfect one,” she whispered, reaching out instinctively. “Where’d she even find that?”

“She sent me the link like three days ago,” you said, laughing. “Didn’t even ask. Just, ‘buy this.’”

Azzi was still inspecting it when she suddenly smirked. “Since we’re doing show and tell…”

She unzipped a side pocket and revealed hers—smaller, sleeker, pink.

You blinked. “That’s adorable. Is it even real?”

Azzi laughed. “Don’t let the size fool you. Paige used it on me last week and I literally couldn’t walk after.”

You choked. “Oh, you freaks.”

“She’s always horny,” Azzi muttered with a blush, zipping her bag shut again. “Like, I’ll just be trying to eat cereal and she’s over here licking syrup off her thumb.”

You cracked up. “Can’t blame her. She did bag a baddie.”

Azzi smacked your arm, laughing too. “Shut up.”

Just then, your phones lit up at the same time.

⸻

Fantastic Fags (4/4)

Nika:

come outside

like now

Paige:

for real. don’t take forever.

You:

shut the hell up

Azzi:

here we come dumbasses

⸻

You both grabbed your bags and headed downstairs, wheeling them across the lot. You could hear Drake playing from the car even with the windows rolled up.

You knocked on the trunk. It popped open.

You tossed both bags inside, already spotting Paige’s duffel and Nika’s battered gym bag. You and Azzi split, each circling opposite sides of the car.

You climbed in behind Nika. She had on a loose black button-up, baggy jeans, clean Air Forces. Her jaw was tight. Hands steady on the wheel.

Paige was in the passenger seat, one leg up, white jeans and black New Balances. The grin on her face was criminal.

“Finally,” Paige said, turning just enough to check you both out. “Damn. Took y’all long enough.”

“We didn’t even take ten minutes,” Azzi said, closing her door. “Relax.”

“You two look good,” Paige added innocently.

Nika glanced at you through the rearview. “That dress…” she hummed.

You smirked. “You got something to say?”

She didn’t even blink. “You’re something else.”

You smiled, pulling out your phone. “Azzi—get in this selfie.”

She leaned in close, her cheek warm against yours. You snapped a few shots—one soft smile, one sticking out your tongues, one where Paige flipped off the camera from the front seat.

You looked too damn good not to document this.

-

The restaurant was almost too nice.

Dark oak floors. Dim lighting. A private corner booth tucked away behind a partition of sheer curtains. You clocked the vibe the moment you stepped in: they picked this place on purpose.

You slid in beside Nika without question, her hand immediately resting on your thigh. Azzi settled in beside Paige, who was already leaning back like she owned the place.

“You two act like you run this restaurant,” you murmured, scanning the gold-embossed menu.

“We do,” Paige said.

“Basically,” Nika echoed, her thumb tracing slow, thoughtless circles on your skin.

A server dropped off water, menus, and bread. You hadn’t even picked a drink yet and Nika’s hand was sliding higher beneath the table.

“Really?” you whispered, shifting in your seat.

“You wore the dress,” she replied without looking at you. “You knew what this was.”

Across the booth, Azzi shifted a little too quickly in her seat. Paige’s hand was under the table too, resting comfortably on her girl’s bare thigh, from the look of it.

“So… what’s the occasion?” you asked, trying for nonchalance.

“Celebrating us,” Paige said, reaching for a breadstick. “And because y’all been good lately.”

Nika leaned in, her voice low. “Mostly.”

You gave her a side eye, then flicked your gaze to the tablecloth as her fingers dragged higher. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

She smirked. “Only if you’re loud.”

Azzi slightly choked on her water, the words catching her off guard. The server returned for orders. You picked salmon. Azzi went with scallops. Nika ordered short ribs, and Paige chose rare steak with zero hesitation. Before they even left, Nika added, “We’ll also take the molten lava cake for dessert.”

“Bold of you,” you said, arching a brow.

“I know what I want early,” she said, her voice smooth as her fingers slid between your legs.

You nearly choked on your water.

Azzi made a sudden sound across the booth, a soft gasp that she barely swallowed down. You glanced at her—her cheeks were flushed, her hand now gripping Paige’s under the table.

Paige tilted her head. “Everything okay over there, baby?”

Azzi nodded quickly, breathing through her nose. “You’re such an asshole,” she whispered, almost fond.

“You’re welcome.”

Nika’s fingers finally found what they were looking for, pushing your panties aside with slow, teasing ease. You clenched your jaw, heart hammering in your chest.

“You’re soaked already,” she murmured. “Damn.”

“You’re crazy for doing this here.”

“You didn’t say stop.”

You didn’t. Couldn’t. Across from you, Azzi’s mouth fell open again, head tipping back for half a second before she caught herself.

You reached under the table and squeezed her knee. You good?

She mouthed, no, bitch, and tried not to laugh.

Nika slid one finger inside you, and you tensed. The pressure, the heat of her touch—it made your head spin. You grabbed the edge of the table to steady yourself, praying your voice didn’t crack if you had to say anything aloud.

“You alright, love?” Paige asked, looking right at Azzi.

Azzi nodded. Her voice was breathy. “Mmhmm. Just… great.”

“I bet.”

The server returned with your food. Nika’s hand vanished like it had never been there. You had to sit back like you weren’t seconds from collapsing. Your salmon looked perfect. You didn’t taste a single bite.

Paige fed Azzi a piece of steak with her fingers, slow and deliberate. “Open.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but obeyed. Her lips closed over Paige’s fingers, eyes fluttering just for a moment.

“Good girl,” Paige whispered.

Nika watched them, then leaned toward you with that smug grin she wore too well. “Think we’ll be louder than them tonight?”

You stared her down. “You’re gonna have to prove it.”

—-

The car ride was quieter now.

Not silent, but charged—like everyone was conserving energy for later. The city lights had faded behind you. Trees took over the view, a blur of shadows in the headlights as the road twisted deeper into nowhere.

Azzi was curled up against the window, legs tucked under her, eyes closed but not asleep. Paige’s hand was resting on her thigh again—innocent if you didn’t know better. If you hadn’t seen what she was capable of with just two fingers and a dare.

You shifted in your seat, trying not to think about how warm your skin still felt under your dress. Nika’s hand was back on the wheel, one arm draped loosely across the top of her seat. You could feel the weight of her glance without even looking.

“You alright over there?” she murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

“Yeah,” you said, staring out the window. “Just thinking.”

“About dinner?”

You gave her a look. “About what’s next.”

Her smile was slow. “Good.”

Paige cut through the quiet, glancing over her shoulder. “There’s a liquor store up here—y’all wanna stop?”

Azzi made a sleepy noise. “Do we need to?”

Nika shrugged. “We brought wine.”

“But do we have tequila?” Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I feel like you just want to watch us suffer,” you muttered.

Paige grinned. “Is it working?”

You leaned forward between the seats. “Fine. Get your stupid tequila. But I’m not doing shots.”

“Liar,” Paige said, already signaling to turn off the road.

—

The cabin came into view half an hour later—three stories tall, tucked back in the woods, windows glowing warm against the dark. You blinked as the driveway curved upward, revealing a full wraparound porch, twinkle lights strung across the railings.

“Okay,” Azzi whispered. “That’s sexy.”

“You’re welcome,” Paige said again.

“You keep saying that like we didn’t agree to this,” you shot back, climbing out as the car came to a stop.

Nika was already grabbing bags. “Just say thank you.”

You rolled your eyes but followed her up the steps, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. The air smelled like pine and smoke and something a little colder than it had any right to in late spring.

Inside, the cabin was even nicer. High ceilings. Leather couches. Stone fireplace. One long hallway that branched off into bedrooms. You dropped your bag near the entry and turned slowly in place, taking it in.

“Dibs on the room with the balcony,” Azzi said immediately.

“You don’t even know which one that is—” you started.

“She does now,” Paige interrupted, already hauling their bags down the hall. “C’mon, baby.”

Azzi blew you a kiss as she disappeared after her.

Nika was behind you again, close enough that you could feel the heat of her body against your back. “Let them have it,” she murmured. “Ours is downstairs.”

You turned, brows raised. “There’s a downstairs?”

She gestured toward the far corner. A narrow staircase led down into the dark.

You followed her without a word.

—

The basement suite was ridiculous. A king-sized bed, low lighting, even a fireplace in the corner. There was a private bathroom and a walk-in shower you could probably fit all four of you in—though that was not happening.

Nika dropped her bag by the door. You stood in the center of the room, suddenly unsure what to do with your hands.

“So… this is where you planned to murder me?” you teased.

She stepped up close. “Murder’s not the plan.”

“Mm. Just death by orgasm?”

“Something like that.”

You didn’t get a chance to laugh—her mouth was already on yours.

The kiss was deep, steady, demanding. Her hands found your hips, pulled you in. Your fingers curled in the front of her shirt. The fabric was soft, but her chest was solid beneath it, and she kissed you like she knew exactly how this night would end.

“I want you naked,” she muttered against your mouth.

“You’re so romantic,” you breathed.

“You’re gonna be loud,” she whispered.

Before you could answer, there was a distant knock—light, fast, unmistakable. Then Azzi’s voice, muffled through the floorboards:

“Shot time, sluts!”

You groaned, pressing your forehead to Nika’s shoulder.

She sighed. “Cockblocked by friendship.”

You grinned. “Story of our lives.”

Nika let you go with one last squeeze. “Come on. Let’s go prove we can hold our liquor better than Paige.”

“Oh, I can,” you said, flipping your hair. “Question is—can you still finger me under the table after three shots?”

Nika just smiled. “Try me.”

-

Upstairs, the girls had already claimed the kitchen.

Paige was behind the counter lining up shot glasses with the precision of a bartender and the chaos of a demon. Azzi was on the barstool closest to her, legs crossed, phone out, taking pictures of the bottles and making a playlist on the fly.

“Where the hell were y’all?” Paige asked, not looking up.

You slipped onto the stool next to Azzi. “We were bonding.”

Azzi snorted. “You were definitely sucking face.”

Nika opened a cabinet, found a bag of chips, and tossed it on the counter. “You jealous?”

“Maybe,” Azzi said, stealing one and crunching loudly. “Depends how long it lasted.”

“Thirty seconds, tops,” you muttered, reaching for a glass. “Y’all are good at timing.”

Paige poured the first round—clear and menacing. “This one’s for arriving. And surviving the restaurant.”

“Barely,” Azzi added, glancing at you with a little shiver.

You raised your glass. “To being the hottest people in the state.”

“Cheers to that,” Paige said, clinking against everyone else’s.

The first shot hit hot and immediate. You grimaced, licked your lip, and grabbed the chips.

Azzi tilted her head toward the living room. “Y’all wanna play something?”

“Truth or dare,” Paige said immediately.

You groaned. “You’re so predictable.”

“I’m so fun,” Paige corrected, already walking toward the couch. “Get your hot asses over here.”

—

Fifteen minutes in, the vibe had shifted.

You were buzzed, warm, draped sideways across the arm of the couch with your legs in Nika’s lap. Azzi was on the floor between Paige’s knees, her head tilted back onto her girlfriend’s thigh. Every dare got a little bolder. Every truth cut a little deeper.

“Alright, alright,” Paige said, pointing at Nika. “Truth or dare.”

Nika cracked her neck. “Dare.”

Paige smirked. “Make her moan.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”

“She didn’t say how,” Azzi added quickly, already smiling like a menace.

Nika met your eyes, slow and steady. “C’mere.”

Your stomach flipped. You sat up, your whole body on high alert. Nika pulled you gently into her lap, one hand resting on your outer thigh, the other trailing up your spine.

“You don’t have to do anything,” she said quietly, voice for your ears only. “Just trust me.”

You nodded, heart racing.

Her lips brushed your neck—barely there. Then her tongue flicked just under your jaw, and your body lit up.

She didn’t say anything else. Just mapped out every soft spot behind your ear with her mouth, slow and devastating, while her fingers danced higher up your thigh. You exhaled hard—just once—but it came out embarrassingly close to a moan.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Say it,” Nika breathed, teeth grazing your pulse.

You bit your lip. But it was no use.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, hand tightening in her shirt.

Across from you, Paige held up both hands. “There it is.”

Azzi clapped like it was a game show. “We have a winner!”

You rolled off Nika with a laugh and a flushed face, flopping back onto the couch.

“Payback’s coming,” you warned.

Paige leaned down to whisper something in Azzi’s ear. Whatever it was, her girlfriend’s face went red instantly.

“I hate you,” Azzi muttered.

“You love me,” Paige corrected. “Now—truth or dare?”

Azzi sighed. “Dare.”

Paige held out her hand. “Panties. Now.”

Azzi blinked. “You’re so annoying.”

“You’re so slow.”

You and Nika exchanged a look as Azzi shifted on the floor, clearly debating. Then, with a frustrated sigh, she reached under her dress, hips tilting up just enough, and slid them down.

Lace. Pale pink.

She smacked them into Paige’s hand. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Paige said, tucking them into her back pocket like a trophy.

You were halfway to calling her a menace when Nika leaned close again. “You wanna tap out?”

You shook your head. “I’m so locked in.”

—

It didn’t last much longer.

Someone—Azzi—yawned. Someone else— Nika suggested you all wrapped it up.

You dragged your bag to the basement, drunk and sore from laughing, adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin. Nika followed close behind, slower this time, just watching you move.

“I haven’t forgotten that moan,” she teased, locking the door behind you.

You smirked. “You wanna hear the loud version?”

Her eyes darkened. “Bet.”

You didn’t even make it to the bed.

She had you against the wall before your shoes were off—hot mouth, stronger hands, the scent of cedar and wine and want all around you. You were already soaked. She already knew.

And right around the moment she dropped to her knees—right when her tongue slid over you for the first time—

you heard it.

A sound through the ceiling. Faint. Distant. But unmistakable.

A whimper.

Then: Azzi’s voice, high and pleading.

You froze.

Nika pulled back just enough to glance up, then back at you. Her lips were shiny. Her grin was pure evil.

“Round one,” she whispered.

You bit your lip, legs shaking already. “Oh, it’s on.”

Azzi. High-pitched. Fragile. “Please, Paige—”

Nika’s mouth pulled back from between your thighs, her breath warm, tongue glistening. “You hear that?”

You nodded slowly, heart hammering. “She sounds…”

“Destroyed. my twin is putting in work,” Nika finished, a cruel little grin tugging at her lips. “Think I can top it?”

You barely managed to speak. “You can try.”

She reached up, gripped your waist, and flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.

“On your knees,” she murmured, voice low and warm in your ear. “Ass up. Head down. Let them hear you.”

You moved without thinking—body already aching, slick between your thighs, your hips rising toward her like you were on strings. You felt her behind you, lining up, the fat tip of her strap pressing slow and deep between your folds.

She filled you in one stroke.

You gasped—loudly—gripping the sheets like they could save you from being split in half. She didn’t stop. Her hand slid up your back, palm flat between your shoulder blades, pinning you down as she began to thrust.

Slow at first. Measured. Like she was trying to make you feel every inch.

“God—Nika,” you choked.

She groaned behind you. “Fuck, baby. Listen to yourself.”

You didn’t need to. You could feel yourself. Dripping. Clenching. Squirming.

And she picked up the pace.

Fast. Deep. Merciless.

Her hips slapped yours with every thrust, filthy and rhythmic, the kind of sound that made it obvious to anyone listening what was happening. You heard another cry from upstairs—Azzi again, breathless and high-pitched, like Paige had her on the edge and wasn’t letting go.

Nika leaned over your back, dragging her teeth down your shoulder. “She���s not gonna last much longer.”

You whimpered.

“Will you?” she whispered.

Then her hand moved between your thighs, fingers stroking your clit in tight, practiced circles while she pounded into you from behind. You screamed, biting into the sheets to muffle it, but Nika just laughed.

“No, no, baby. Let them hear how messy you are.”

She shifted her angle and found that spot—deep, devastating, relentless.

Your whole body started to tremble.

“Nika, I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” she hissed. “Let go. Give it to me.”

Her fingers pressed harder. Her thrusts turned brutal. The sound of her hips slamming against your ass echoed off the walls. And right when you thought your body might snap from the tension—

It happened.

Your orgasm tore through you like a wave, violent and sudden, and you screamed into the mattress as your whole body gushed—wet, messy, unrestrained.

Nika stilled.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

You collapsed forward, shaking uncontrollably, your thighs soaked, the sheets underneath you darkening fast.

“Holy shit,” Nika said again, almost laughing. “Did you just—?”

You turned your face enough to look at her, still breathless, dazed. “Don’t. Say it.”

She leaned over, kissed your spine, grinning like the devil himself. “I win.”

From upstairs came a long, keening moan.

Then silence.

You and Nika stared at the ceiling, both breathless.

Then you laughed—hard.

“Okay,” you wheezed. “You might’ve won.”

She kissed your temple. “We’ll see about tomorrow.”

-

You walked into the kitchen on shaky legs, Nika’s oversized t-shirt barely covering the curve of your thighs, your hair an unapologetic mess.

Azzi was already at the table, hunched over a cup of coffee like it owed her money. Her hoodie was on backwards, her bun was crooked, and she looked like she had seen God.

“Morning,” you said casually, voice just a little hoarse.

Azzi glanced up. Froze. “Oh my god,” she muttered. “Don’t even start.”

You tried to hide your grin. Failed. “Start what?”

She pointed at you accusingly. “You’re walking like someone who squirted on cotton sheets.”

You choked on air. “Azzi—”

“I heard it. The moment it happened. It was like—” she made a dramatic gesture with her hands “—Niagara Falls. Above. My. Fucking. Head.”

Your face burned. “Bitch.”

Paige strolled in then, shirtless, smug, and holding a cold water bottle to the side of her neck. “Sounds like somebody lost the bet.”

Azzi groaned. “I did not lose—”

“You begged like you lost,” Paige said sweetly, leaning down to kiss the top of her girlfriend’s head. “And then you said ‘thank you.’ Like four times.”

Azzi slid lower in her seat, hoodie now practically swallowing her face.

Nika stepped in behind you, fully dressed, smug in a clean black tee and gym shorts like she didn’t absolutely wreck you eight hours ago. She kissed your temple and headed straight for the coffeemaker, completely unfazed.

“You alright, babe?” she asked, pouring you a cup.

“Define alright,” you muttered.

“You sounded amazing,” she said, like she was talking about a podcast episode.

Paige was frying eggs now, flipping them with one hand like she owned the place. “You sounded like you were dying.”

“I was,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “I think I transcended.”

Azzi made a wounded sound. “Same.”

“But we won,” Nika said, sliding a mug in front of you.

“Oh my god, she’s still talking about it,” Paige muttered.

“I made her squirt,” Nika replied, sitting across from her. “She flooded the sheets. We had to sleep with a towel.”

“Nika!” you slapped her thigh under the table.

“Don’t be shy now,” she whispered with a smirk.

Paige rolled her eyes. “That’s cute. But Azzi was sobbing.”

“I was not sobbing,” Azzi said into her mug.

“You begged like someone in a CW season finale,” Paige said said.

Azzi gave her the finger without looking up.

Nika just leaned back in her chair, sipped her coffee, and nodded at the plate Paige was loading. “Extra eggs for the losers?”

“Funny,” Paige said. “I was gonna offer you hashbrowns out of pity.”

The tension was light, teasing, crackling under every movement. Smirks. Side-eyes. Paige licking syrup off her thumb. Nika casually resting her hand on your thigh again under the table.

You glanced at Azzi.

Azzi glanced at you.

Both of you knew: the score wasn’t settled.

You sipped your coffee. “So… what’s on the agenda today?”

Nika tilted her head. “Swim. Hike. Destroy each other again later.”

Paige nodded. “I’m down.”

Azzi sighed. “God help us all.”

You smiled into your mug.

Let the games continue.

[luvergirl-535]

clean up nice

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 2.3k

c/w - fluff, no smut sorry :( but no not forget that daddy!paige is still on its way so you’ll be getting smth spicy soon.

a/n - got a random burst of creativity, and what did i decide to do with it? work on finishing one of my many wips, you ask? no. instead i dug into the depths of my inbox and found an old ass prompt to write for, lol. you can find the prompt here.

azzi is, quite frankly, over it.

the weight room had been brutal, the team group chat has been blowing up with nonsense, and her econ professor had assigned a surprise pop quiz that was neither surprising nor a quiz—just a pure academic crime. by the time she trudges across campus toward paige’s dorm, her shoulders are tight, her jaw hurts from clenching, and she’s two seconds away from chucking her water bottle at a freshman just to feel something.

all she wants is to shower, collapse into a hoodie, maybe read the same page of her book eight times before giving up, and fall asleep next to her girlfriend. preferably with her favorite pillow—paige’s arm—cushioned under her head.

she lets herself into the dorm, ready to ignore any of her other teammates who might be lurking and head straight to paige’s room. she gets inside and toes off her shoes, pulling off her hoodie to try and cool down—

but then she stops cold.

paige is on the floor.

and not in a playing-video-games, or making-a-ridiculous-tiktok kind of way. no. she’s kneeling in a sports bra and loose basketball shorts, scrubbing something on the floor with determination. her hair is up in a messy bun. the speakers are playing slow r&b, the window is cracked open, and light is streaming in just right to make the whole thing look like a thirst trap with cleaning supplies.

azzi blinks once. then twice. her lips part slightly.

“yo,” paige says without looking up, “watch out, i just mopped.”

azzi stares. she might have stopped breathing.

“…what are you doing?”

paige’s head pops up at the sound of azzi’s voice. “oh, hey, mama. sorry, thought you were jana.” she gestures around the room. “it was gettin’ gross in here. and since nobody else fuckin’ cleans, figured i should probably take care of it.”

azzi looks around. the place is spotless. floor shining. sheets changed. even the window track—the window track!—is wiped down. azzi looks at the sink and swears it blinds her.

paige sits back on her heels and wipes an arm across her face, leaving a streak of sweat—glistening and enticing—on her forehead.

azzi’s soul leaves her body.

“you okay?” paige asks, going back to her scrubbing. azzi looks closer—she’s cleaning the baseboards. and her back is flexing as she does it.

azzi inhales sharply. “uh-huh.”

paige shifts, glancing back over her shoulder. “you look surprised.”

“i…did not know you got down like this.”

“yeah, well, last week you saw me make a protein shake in a blender bottle that hadn’t been washed since pre-season. so consider this redemption.”

azzi opens her mouth to respond and then pauses. she has nothing appropriate to say, to be honest. not when she’d walked in expecting a nap and is now watching her girlfriend crawl across the floor like a navy seal.

“how was your day?” paige asks nonchalantly. sun streams through the windows, hitting her arms in such a way it perfectly contours her muscles. “you wanna snack or sum’?”

“no,” azzi says slowly, settling herself down onto the couch without taking her eyes off paige’s back. “i want you to come over here.”

“yep,” paige says without hesitation, dropping her washcloth into the bucket and walking over to azzi. azzi reaches up, prepared to pull paige down and never let her go again, but paige doesn’t give her the time—just goes in for a quick kiss before leaving again.

“paige!” azzi says. “i want you to snuggle me.”

paige smiles, sweet and oblivious, as she kneels back down. “we can snuggle all you want as soon as i’m done. i just gotta hit the closet first.”

azzi blinks hard. “how long have you been at this?”

paige shrugs—shoulder muscles. “i’on know. a couple hours? but i haven’t cleaned my closet in forever. there’s, like, dust on some of my shoes. it’s nasty.”

“wow. okay. you’re really…” she waves a hand at paige’s whole situation, “doing the most.”

paige beams. “you noticed! i even used vinegar on the mirrors. no streaks. drew’s mom taught me.”

azzi just stares at her. “cooool, coolcoolccoolcool. that’s super cool.”

paige stands up and stretches her back with a groan, revealing an infuriating strip of boxer below her waistband. “shit, my back is killing me. i’ve been crouching for like two hours.”

“i can help with that,” azzi says, far too quickly. “you want a massage?”

“nah, i’ll do some stretches after this,” paige says casually, walking to the kitchen to grab some clorox and wiping down the counter. “you look exhausted, though. go lie down, i’ll be done soon.”

“or,” azzi says, getting up and trailing her, “you could stop cleaning now. and we could do…other things.”

“like what? i already asked if you wanted a snack.”

“jesus christ,” azzi whispers to herself.

“huh?”

“nothing, babe.” azzi plasters on a smile. “i’m just… really impressed by your…cleanliness.”

paige snorts. “what does that mean?”

“it means watching you clean is making me…feel things, paige.”

“ohhh,” paige says slowly, like she’s catching on. azzi perks up.

“yeah?” azzi asks, hopeful.

“you’re saying you want me to clean your dorm next time, right?”

“no!” azzi shouts. “i’m saying i want you to push me up against a…” she gestures wildly, “very clean wall.”

paige frowns. “you okay? you seem, like, really high-strung.”

“i wonder why,” azzi deadpans.

“bad day?”

“you could say that,” she mutters. “considering i walked in on you looking like a really hot mr. clean commercial.”

paige makes a face. “is that a compliment?” then, “you’re being weird.”

“i’m being turned on, paige. i feel like we’ve been together long enough that you know what me turned on looks like.”

paige raises her hands in surrender. “okay, okay. sorry. i thought you’d be cool with the cleaning.”

“i am! it’s impressive! and hot! i love it, actually!”

paige pauses. squints at her.

“…wait. are you into this?”

azzi massages the bridge of her nose. “oh my god.”

“i just thought you were being supportive,” paige says. “like, ‘oh yay, my girlfriend’s being productive.’ not ‘oh yay, my girlfriend’s making me all wet with the windex.’”

“you are so fucking stupid.”

“am i wrong?”

azzi pretends to consider this, then turns on her heel, marching toward paige’s bedroom.

“hey,” paige calls, following her. “where you goin’?”

“somewhere i can protect my peace,” azzi calls back. she turns to close the door, but paige gets there just in time, sticking a foot in between the doorframe and stopping her.

azzi opens the door slowly, met with paige’s smug grin. “you’re enjoying this.”

“maybe a little,” paige leans in, voice suddenly lower. “you want me to keep my hair up?”

azzi lets the door swing open the rest of the way, smoothing a hand up paige’s shoulder. “you don’t get to tease me after getting me all worked up.”

“baby, i was just cleaning.”

“exactly!” azzi says. “you were on your hands and knees, paige.”

paige takes her by the waist, backing her slowly into the bedroom. “so what—you were suffering that whole time?”

“i’m two seconds away from wrecking your perfect little chore schedule.”

paige’s eyes darken slightly, like the teasing has officially run its course. she pauses when the backs of azzi’s knees hit the mattress, then pushes her down, a hand around her back keeping them connected as paige follows closely after.

“well,” she murmurs, hand settling beside azzi’s head on the pillow, “room is clean.”

“uh-huh.”

“laundry’s done.”

“mm-hmm.”

“guess there’s only one mess left to make.”

azzi rolls her eyes, but wraps an arm around paige’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. “hair stays up,” she demands, urging paige into the crook of her neck.

paige obeys, licking a short stripe up the column of azzi’s throat, all heat and thin restraint. “yes, ma’am.”

[fiamat12]

Re: More Clarity, Less Confusion ‼️

I've used that term before in regards to a Lukola launch and the term comes up again today. Why? Well, we know they lost the plot and it's their job to get it back. But we'll get to that...

• 1st, below is the back of L's on the Lime bike & the back of mystery man's head in Adelaide ⬇️

As my fave comment from Discord stated:

"You could put that bike head on top of the North Face head and they’d match!"

Point made. We've analyzed it to death and we have all the proof that the pap pics are likely of L - the head, the legs, the shoes, the gait, the hair, the hand hold...

• 2nd- Guess what? None of it matters!!! Do we need another inspection of a faceless or blurry pap pic to know that Lukola is together and BN is 4 mos alive & kickin'? Our OG Fran has almost 100 morsels, I have literally thousands of posts laying out the evidence, and innumerable shippers testify to Lukola being the real deal on the daily.

My partner's take today:

"People ignore all the other clues but are so easily swayed when something like this happens. Like stop being a little bitch. If your foundation is strong, then you won't waver so easily"

• 3rd - I know we all want & need confirmation (a happy ending!), but this ain't it, and we have to breeze on by what doesn't matter and focus on what does. What does this tell us?

a) We know that none of this is in real time. We got pap pics from L on May 27. Their teams seem to love a dual purpose so whether it was a hollowing out of obligations or they'd been spotted in public & used reserve pics to cover (or both), it certainly distracted people long enough for them to be en route somewhere else.

b) Yesterday & today, we get N doing her part w/ airport pics and her fave maneuver she used during the Sheffield days - a PR collab w/ the most sus X user ever who somehow knows exacly who N is but not the men in her life. Again, by the time the pics of N & "mystery man" (c'mon we know it's L) appeared, they were prob already sipping Mai Tais on the Whitsundays*

• 4th- My point? We need MORE CLARITY LESS CONFUSION to know we're headed in the right direction (that of a Lukola launch). Could this all be garden variety travel decoys w/ a smattering of remaining NDA obligations? Maybe. Or it could solely be one or the other, but we have to sit back and let it unfold.

We don't have to prove anything! It's their turn to show us! The less you indulge in the chaos the more you protect your peace and you let Lukola know we don't buy nor support a false narrative. It actually subtlely supports them because we know they prob haven't wanted much or any of it.

Stay centered, stay calm and let them show us Lukola. MORE CLARITY LESS CONFUSION is the only hint we want. Until then we don't settle for less...

(Note: Btw- I'll drop the strategy they could be employing in my next post... 😉)

*Our Aussie shipper @jmuz09's take on a celeb hot spot 🇦🇺 ⬇️

Maybe even Charmaine & Tom joined them since Charmaine flies to Australia as a flight attendant, or other friends 🧡

[sqrclouds]

baby, no doubt. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing. nishimura riki x fem reader

synopsis. based on the no doubt mv. office situationship (?) w riki!

wc. .4k

warnings. suggestive. making out (the slightest bit). riki being in luv. <3

what da hell guys… idk what i’m doing but i can’t get this out of my head. :( i work in corporate nd i do think of this scenario abt 5 times a day.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

being a corporate 9 to 5 slave was not for the weak. especially with nishimura riki. the way he’d sit next to you during team meeting with an innocent smile. you could tell what was going on inside his mind, though.

the way he’d push you into a closet just so he could kiss you breathless. the way he’d take out your claw clip, delicately holding your hair back, just so he could tangle his fingers through the strands.

you sit at your cubicle lazily working when you hear someone approach. “hey, love” riki says, biting his lip lightly.

you gasp and look around to make sure no one heard him. “are you kidding me? we’d get fired if they heard you!” you reprimand him. you look up into his eyes and you can tell exactly what he wants; who are you to deny the sulking man in front of you?

“give me ten…” you sigh. he says nothing, only going back to his desk to pretend to work. less than ten minutes later, you walk past him. you ever so slightly graze his neck with your manicured nails as a way to say, “follow me”.

and he does, of course.

he pushes you into the closet, kissing you roughly as he tangles his fingers in your hair. you gasp into the kiss and he uses it to push his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his.

“i’ve been looking at you all day,” he admits. “riki, it’s noon.” you want to yell at him more, but the attitude nor words come out. your body betrays you as you, without thinking, wrap your arms around his neck. you intertwine your fingers and rest them at his nape.

he gives you a sweet smile. one that makes you wish you could take this relationship out of the office. “i love you,” he finally says. your eyes almost pop out of your head. “riki, you cannot be-“.

he quiets you with a passionate yet chaste kiss. “i’d burn myself to prove it to you, baby” he doesn’t miss a beat. maybe you should trust him and do this. maybe. “and if you want me to prove it, i’ll prove it to you…” he follows up once you don’t respond.

“you know we can’t. not in the office,” you sigh. you have no reason to doubt his love, but a workplace relationship was not something you were looking for. you search his eyes for any hesitation; you find nothing.

baby, no doubt.

[kruegerspillow]

lovelorn ; simon ghost riley

creator's note: we hate drunk blokes who roam round the city like they're homeless! Woo!!

warnings: angst w/o comfort, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mutual pining, mentions of sexual assault (not from simon), not proofread :(

word count: 1.1k

next part

Simon swore he was capable of love.

He was a bit rough around the edges, he knows that, but he truly is capable of being a lover. He's a human being capable of affection and warmth—

But, those were merely words of reassurance that he memorized like a prayer. Did he believe in them? No, not really.

He had never held his lover like a lifeline, nor has he devoted his soul to a person. His emotions are always bottled up—becoming a ticking bomb—ready to blow up at any moment. One mistake could lead to an explosion. He stayed like this until… you.

You with your cheeky antics, you with your capable demeanor, you with your soft-spoken banters. It flipped a switch inside him that he never knew even existed. He no longer felt like a machine, and, for once, he felt... alive.

But he'll never admit that, for the sake of the carefully constructed walls he had spent his whole life building. Admitting it would mean peeling back layers of himself he’d rather keep hidden, exposing the soft, vulnerable parts he’s always been too afraid to face. Simon was no stranger to risks, but this risk is the only one he'd never take.

And so, he pushes you away.

Not willingly, of course, never. He feared that his touch on your skin will forever taint them, causing your skin to be just as corrupted as him. He didn't want to ruin you, so he built an even bigger wall between the both of you.

But, to you? You'll never understand why he views himself in that way. You've never despised the scars that are now a part of his body. You've never seen him as an outcast, no matter how rotten he is beneath his flesh. He is just Simon Riley to you.

The thought of losing you scares him. After what happened to Johnny, he's unsure if he could bear attending another funeral. A funeral of someone he'd once loved. You. He never expected someone as kind as you to act heedful towards him. Though, at the same time, he is in awe. He yearns for your presence, for the banters and for the feeling of your love.

But it wasn't entirely possible, and it hurt him more than any physical pain he'd been through. With his absence, he's afraid that it'll hurt you more than him. It slowly kills him whenever the thought flashes across his mind, knowing that he might never be yours truly. For now, all he could do is shut himself down and hide behind the mask of his— like a small, fragile coward.

Simon walked through the city, his hood was thrown over his head while his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket. A small shiver ran down his spine as the soft snow covered him. His gaze shifted from one spot to another, taking in the flashing lights that nearly blinded him.

He passed by some drunken men, throwing up and laughing like a lunatic while Simon's nose scrunched up at the nasty stench that hit his nostrils. Though, his movements halted.

His eyes catched on a familiar figure, sitting down on a bench with a cigarette between their fingers. It was you.

His eyes widened, noticing a random bloke that had just eyed you like a predator hunting its prey. He tensed up, watching the man as he reached out to touch you while you shifted in your seat, trying to avoid the queer man.

Simon's jaw clenched before he quickly made his way towards the both of you, his fingers twitching before he grabbed on the man's collar. Fuck, he was ready to risk his job for this.

“What the fuck do you think you're doin’?” The man yelped, squeezing Simon's forearm.

“The fuck do you think you're doin’, eh? Touchin’ someone like tha’ when they're clearly not fuckin’ interested in ya," Simon retorted, the tone in his voice could cut through ones skin.

The man quickly realized his mistake, his lips pressing into a thin line before he mumbled a quick apology. Simon paused, glancing between you and the man, just to notice the distressed look on your face. His eyes softened, feeling the anxiety arousing in your body. His hands retreated from the pitiful bloke. As the man ran away, regretting all of his life choices, Simon immediately grabbed onto your shoulders.

“Bloody ‘ell, are ya alright?” He murmured, the anger in his voice dissipating.

You gave him a quick though not really convincing nod, feeling his hands relaxing against your shoulder. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the slight twitches that were a clear indication of discomfort.

“Yeah—yeah, I'm good.” You say, sounding like you were trying to convince yourself instead.

For a second, he didn't believe you, wanting to ask you the question again. But for the sake of trying to clear the tension up in the air, he shifted the topic.

“Christ, what're ya doin’ out ‘ere? It's far too late or ya to be wanderin’ around.” Simon scolded softly. “It's not safe.”

The cigarette in between your fingers had been long forgotten. Just as the fire crackled—you ended it, dropping the fag onto the ground and stomping over it. The sound of a honk appear our of thin air, causing Simon to drop his grip on your shoulder and shift his gaze to the source.

“I know—I was just on a night out with someone. He left the place earlier and didn't let me know, so I had to get a cab on my own.” You explained.

Simon's heart dropped into his stomach, a despised feeling awakening inside of his body. For a moment, he was out of words—who could you possibly be out with this late? Was he a close friend? Does Simon know who this bloke is?

A million questions ran through his head, but the sound of your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“My driver's here, I'll get going now.” You murmured, turning your back on him before walking towards the car that had stopped for you. Just as you were about to close the door, you paused before giving him an appreciative smile.

“Oh, and, thank you, Simon.”

Despite the warmth from your words, something felt oddly... weird.

You'd never been this cold to him. Did you realize how he'd looked at you with such longing in his eyes? Or did he do something wrong for you to give him the cold shoulder? Where was the jokes that he'd been hoping for?

But he couldn't answer those questions. Not when the love of his life's meeting another man—not when the love of his life's taking a taxi instead of a ride home with him. It helped him come to a realization—

Maybe he wasn't so capable of loving.

And perhaps, he never will be.

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[und3adkilljoy]

Smut, male receiving, degrading

Gerard was a quiet boy. He kept to himself mostly. He only ever talked to his three friends, Frank, Ray, and his younger brother Mikey. No one but his friends knew much about him. He doesn't talk; every time I see him, he's just sketching in his sketchbook. He is always wearing a band tee and skinny jeans. Gerard also had long greasy hair. He was a loner, an outcast, a freak.

It was lunch and for some reason, the cafeteria was surprisingly crowded today, with little to no open seats. The first seat my eyes landed on was with Gerard and his friends. I took a deep breath walking over, it couldn't be that bad right they are just outcasts, freaks, what was the worst that could happen? Maybe they are cool.

I walked over to them “Hey, there are no open seats can I sit here?” I asked. They all looked at me. “Yeah sure” his one friend, Frank, said. I took a seat next to Gerard It was the only open. He looked over at me before going back to reading his comic. He didn't talk much nor did his friends. The only one who did talk was Frank.

Frank and I talked about everything from music to movies. When Gerard got up to throw away his tray. I watched him walk to throw it out, even though he is a geek and a helpless loser he is cute, really cute. He had the cutest small demeanor to him making him look so small and shy.

“Does someone have a crush?” Frank teased. “Ew, no, he's a geek” “and you're staring at him like he a piece of candy that you want.” I rolled my eyes “Frank shut the fuck up” before frank can snap back with any snarky comment Gerard came back. It was silent after that.

Frank broke the silence “So do you play any instruments?” “uh yeah, I play the drums” They all perked up besides Gerard. “You know we need a drummer for our band, and we are having practice at Mikey and Gerard's house today after school, you should join us” I look at him a bit taken back by the offer. “Uh yeah, I'll see if I can make it tonight.”

When school got out I made my way to Gerard's house. I walked up to the doorstep taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. I heard footsteps until the door opened up. It was Gerard. “Oh, uh hey. The boys aren't here yet. I nodded as he led me into the living room. I took a seat on the couch. Gerard stayed up with me in the living room for a bit but then got up without saying a word walking to his bedroom.

After a while, I got restless and decided to go see what he was up to. I stood up walking over to the basement door bofore walking down. When I got fully in I saw him here. My heart dropped, and he quickly covered himself. He was covered in sweat and was flushed. “Get out!” he said a bit of a struggle in his voice.

I looked at him “Were you jerking off?” “I- uh” he started to speak out but was betrayed by his boner that his blanket didn't hide as well as he thought it would. I started walking over to him, my mind seemed like it was forcing my legs.”w-what are you doing?” he asked. I took the blanket off his lad exposing him. Gerard went to try to cover himself but stopped his hands pinning them to his sides. “How about you give your hand a break” I said he nodded, his face was a deep dark red. I leaned over him and kissed him on the lips, it was quick but it got the point across as I scooted down to the bottom of his bed positioning myself in between his legs.

I took his dick into my hand licking the precum off the tip it was salty but sweet at the same time. I licked down the shaft before I took the whole thing into my mouth. He was about average but still big enough for me to gag on. It was clear Gerard was not the cleanest person so the smell was a bit strong but for some reason that just made me want to do this more.

I kissed his tip before looking up at him placing him fully into my mouth, and making eye contact with him. I watched as she shut his eyes fully and bucked his hips up, hitting the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down as he watched me, his moans getting louder every time.

It was cute how pathetic he was being for me. Moaning and whining as I pleased him. I took him into my mouth licking the tip and the base, even adding a little bit of teeth. He moaned louder and louder with everything I did. I felt him twitch in my mouth. I started to go faster but before I can pull my mouth off I felt him release into my mouth filling my mouth with his cum.

I didn't hesitate to swallow every ounce of it though. I sat up and looked at him. He was panting and his face was flushed. He looked at me as I smiled and licked my lips. “You're cute when you're a pathetic mess for me.” I stood up “I hear noises upstairs, the bands are probably here, better hope they didn't hear your pretty noises” i said winking as i walked upstares.

[redandgreyscale]

hi! i fear i have contracted the rosestarkillerchaser brainworms, so in celebration may we have some of that w/ bipolar barty? (also your last fic of him almost made me cry so congrats i guess)

-🦋

Yup, I'm always up for more bipolar Barty and I'm just in love with the ship so I'll try something... Not sure what, let's see what comes out.

James is a new addition to the dynamic they had formed already around Barty's disorder. Not a bad one, but new, so even if he's been warned about how hard it will be for him and for Barty and for all to adapt, it's still unpredictable what and when will happen.

"he's stable most of the time, and takes antipsychotics and mood stabilizers but it doesn't mean something won't happen. It will, and you need to know what to do" Regulus said once to him, James doesn't truly understand what any of that means. Stable? Not a single version of Barty has ever looked like that but he'll have to trust the two who've been more time with him.

James feels out of it, like he's still got a lot to learn about each of them.

When Barty doesn't go to class for a day, he starts worrying and immediately asks Evan. "He's not feeling good today, this things last a couple days, maybe a week, do you want to see him?" And obviously James says yes. Of course he wants to see Barty, to help, to be there with him. Always.

So after lunch, he follows Evan into the slytherin dorms and ignores all the odd and hateful looks he gets just by being there. He doesn't care a bit. Not when Barty's not okay.

Regulus is sitting on a chair beside Barty's bed, reading out loud what sounds like their last DADA lesson. Barty a curled up, half sitting and hugging the ton of blankets covering him. He's not looking at Regulus nor looks at them when they get in, but he's listening, James can tell.

"Hey Bee, how are you doing?" Evan asks in a quiet voice as he gets closer, Barty just shrugs and keeps looking away. Only when he gets closer James can see bandages covering his arms in between the mess of blankets. His breath hitches and he tries not to react. "You can't say anything if he's hurt or hasn't showered or isn't eating, you can offer things but don't expect him to answer" Evan said a couple weeks ago, trying to explain the better way to confront this things. Barty will get worse and feel more guilty if he acknowledges those things, so James does his best to not do it.

"I'm scared of waking up everyday because I don't know if I'll be fine or want to die or— I never know how the next day is going to be" Barty said one day trying to explain how it felt for him "and I don't want to hurt any of you, but I can't control it"

"Hi baby" James gets closer too and sits on the end of the bed "I brought a chocolate frog, maybe you'll get that golden card you were looking for" he tries not to put the focus on the food but on something that can get Barty to smile a bit, something to lift his mood.

Barty shrugs, but looks at the little box James is offering. Regulus and Evan are looking too, leveryone holding their breath to not disrupt this slice of peace.

"Do you want me to open it for you?" James asks with a soft smile. Barty nods and it's like they can breathe again. This is good, better than anything they expected "Okay"

So James does open it, asks barty to hold the frog as he reaches for the card. It is not the one Barty wants to find, but it still has an interesting famous witch.

"Do you want me to save the frog for later?" James asks once more, but Barty looks suddenly very attached to the chocolate, so they leave the box on his bedside table and don't say anything when he starts to eat.

And if that is all Barty eats for the day, it's already better than nothing.

[chrisgetsmewetter]

Mile high club

Pairing: Bratty!Black!fem x Dom!chris

Summary: you and chris are in a private plane section together, what’s gonna happen when everyone on the plane is sleeping and it’s just you two?

Warnings: Dirty talk, Overstimulation, sex obvi, oral, p in v, pet names (mama, ma, baby)

word count: 5.6k

authors note: i hope u guys like this one😝 i had a fun time writing it and i think y’all will like it toooo. enjoy you lil freaky frogs

you and Chris have been together for over a year, which is crazy because of how much commitment issues he said he had.

you’ve gone public recently and most people have given you a ton of loves so now your youtube channel of 7.3mil has went up to 9mil.

because of this you and the triplets had the idea to go on a combined tour which sold out immediately. now you guys are in the airport going to the next city.

“okay ma’am step here” the security guard gets the metal detector and goes down my body slowly. then you look at chris nervously as they get down to my boobs

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!!” chris bursts out laughing and can’t even stand up straight so he leans on matt who chuckles but hides it

“um ma’am..” the security guard looks at me awkwardly

“oh sorry i have piercings..” the security guard widens his eyes and nods then continues scanning my body.

you notice chris staring at your ass as you impatiently wait for the security guard to be done

just when he finishes scanning the triplets you push chris by his arm “chris why’d you laugh at me” you pout as he laughed even harder.

“passengers on private flight 2834 to Chicago start boarding now” you and nick start jumping up and down excited to get on the plane “i can’t believe we got a private planeee i’m so excitedddd”

“I CALL SHARING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND” chris yells. you slap his arm for being so loud since it’s nighttime.

nick rolls his eyes and groans already walking towards the plane then matt grabs your small suitcase that chris nor you couldn’t carry

he looks at nick and frowns jokingly “so u don’t wanna sit with me nick” matt says in his baby voice

“no actually. i want to sit by my best friend but chris’ crusty bitchass won’t let me, i know it”

you see chris stick his tongue out at nick while smacking your ass “chris stop acting like a child” you say

“your ass just looks so good in those shorts ma i can’t help it” chris whispers in your ear and you can’t help to smile but also low key squeeze your thighs together

*

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- heyy bae how’s the flighttt?

little troll😻🧌- hii madii the pilot said we just took off and aren’t expected any turbulence, so me and chris are abt to watch a movie

little troll😻🧌- nick n matt are already sleep even tho we jus got on😔🤦🏾‍♀️

Madi w that fattyyy- i wish i could’ve cameee, what time is it where u are??

little troll😻🧌- it’s 11:25 at night girl we’re still in LA😭

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- oh..

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- wait. so u and chris in a private plane at night with evb sleep😧

little troll😻🧌- yes..🌚

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- y’all r abt to join the mile high club😰

little troll😻🧌- no madi!!😡

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- yea okay..

read 11:28

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“what movie mama” chris takes your phone and throws it on the other side of him “ooo let’s watch adventures in babysitting” you start to get excited and pull the blanket over yourself “newer or older?” chris says smirking already putting on the older one “noo the newer one is better why are we watching the old one”

“because we’re not gonna watch the movie” chris turns the volume up a little and takes his shirt off

“chris not in the plane !!” you whisper yell then look to see if anybody might’ve woke up

he takes advantage of you not paying attention and slowly slips your shorts off “my god chris calm down” u see him slide under the blanket and pull your panties off

“we won’t have a lot of time to do this on tour so let’s take advantage of it.“ he looks up at you with low eyes “can i?” as soon as you nod your head he slowly puts his long finger in your pussy.

“shit mama ur so wet for me” he twists his finger and spits on your pussy and starts slurping it

“fuck chris oh my god” you whisper yell then chris slaps his hand over your mouth “we can’t do this on a plane !!” you squirm

“be quiet or i’m gonna stop” chris sternly looks at you and continues sliding his fingers in and out of you while circling his tongue around your clit

he keeps doing this at an unbelievable pace then chris licks up from your stomach then starts kissing your boobs and pops one in his mouth

he starts to suck on nipples and when he heads your breathing slowly picking up, he fingers you even faster. “chris i’m gonna cum” you say as you feel your high coming up

“yea baby cum for me” and that’s all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, that’s doesn’t stop chris though because right when you regain your composure just a little chris slips his shirt and sweats off and lines himself up with your wet folds

without warning chris shoves his cock inside your pussy, not allowing you to adjust to his massive size

“fuck~ chris wait a sec- oh my god” you try to push his arms away but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head “you thought you were going a slut and wear those shorts then walk in front of me the whole day huh?”

you moan when you hear this, remembering that u indeed did intend to tease chris when you put them on. he smirks as he pounds into you not making as much noise as one would think “are you gonna be a good girl and give me words?”

you shake your head knowing exactly what you’re doing and what’s gonna happen. chris bites his lip and nods “well i guess i’m gonna have to treat you like the slut you are”

chris starts wrapping your fresh sewed in curls and uses them to get a better grip. you look back, confused and as you look at him in the eyes he starts ramming into you mercilessly.

just as you were about to to let out a pornographic moan chris shoves your head into the pillow so you would wake nick and matt up.

the view was amazing, his veiny cock coated in both of ur juices and sliding in and out of your wet pussy while your ass jiggles every time it comes in contact with his pelvis

I-it feels s-so good chris." I said closing my eyes. "Mmhm ma." He said thrusting into me at a fast pace now. "Fuckkk." I whined feeling a growing pressure in my stomach. I felt myself start to pulsate around his cock.

"Fuck,do that again." He moaned going faster than before. I clenched myself around him again and again. "fuck chris i’m gon- i’m gonna cum"

I moaned feeling my second orgasm approaching . "Me too baby, cum for me." He groaned which sent me over the edge. I clenched my walls around him, cumming hard.

"fuck~ chrisss" I screamed out grabbing onto his shoulders. "Yea baby i'm cumming." Finn said pulling out and squirting his cum onto my chest and stomach.

“turn around” his eyes are darker then ever so you comply. chris lays down, put props himself up and forcefully grabs your hair and shoved his dick down your throat

you started to lick his tip then spit on his dick making it easier to get in your mouth. you took his full length but gagged a bit.

you hear chris moan a bit as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat.

you loved every second of seeing his groan and shake because you usually have to force his submissive side to come out.

"Fuck I'm going to cum mama" chris said as he grabbed your hair. you felt his dick twitch a bit and his cum shot into the back of your throat as you swallowed it all

“fuck baby you’re such a good girl” chris wipes some saliva off of your lips and kisses you “you want me to get you some water?”

“yes please” you nod and chris helps you slide your shorts and t-shirt on.

—

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- y’all are nasty i just know it

little troll😻🧌- uhh🌚

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- disgusting🤦🏻‍♀️

[kurishiri]

william v.s. darius . . . william rex epilogue 🌹

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: very suggestive scenes that are awkwardly translated. also i translated this at 1am; you've been warned lmao

Kate: So we’re going shopping!

William: That we are. It’s become less crowded now, which would make it the ideal time for window shopping, right?

W: Let’s choose something together. One that would suit you.

Unlike the lively buzz of the street fair, where many people had gathered,

here, we didn’t have to worry about our surroundings, so we could walk at our own pace.

(Will knew that, so he invited me here.)

(…And the fact I could spend time together with him like that was a delightful reward as well.)

William: That outfit looks charming. It seems like it would fit your air.

Kate: Wah, this looks wonderful! It goes well with the skirt next to it too.

I was happy at how we walked side by side as well, in a good mood, and——

Kate: …Could we hold hands?

William: What a coincidence. I was just thinking the same.

When his beautiful fingers touched mine, our fingers intertwined together.

Kate: Hehe, thank you.

I squeezed his hand back, when…

Kate: Ah.

As if being led away, my eyes stopped on something,

with that something being a crimson red ribbon that went with a dress that left quite an impression.

When William followed my gaze, he narrowed those red eyes.

William: Indeed, I can easily imagine you in that.

W: Then, this dress is for you.

—— Time skip; William’s room ——

Kate: …How does it look?

I tried on the dress that I had gotten as a present as soon as we returned.

In response, Will, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed his eyes, making their way from the top of my head to my toes.

William: Would you mind spinning around for me?

Kate: Like this?

When I did as I was told, the crimson ribbon fluttered.

William: It does suit you.

Kate: Thank you. Then I’ll be wearing this on our next date.

I looked down at myself, biting down on the feeling that sprung from within me,

when I realized the way he was looking at me.

His gaze on me seemed to hold a bewitching smile,

and I felt a familiar twinge that had been locked within me resurface.

Kate: …Will.

I found myself drawn to him, until I stood right across.

Kate: I want you to kiss me.

William: ——Then come here, my robin.

With that invitation, I sat atop his legs, and when our faces drew together, close enough where I could feel his breath…

His hands caressed my cheeks.

Those eyes, the color of blood, held a hint of amusement.

Kate: …Don’t keep me in suspense like that.

William: Hehe, my apologies.

W: I simply wanted to see more of you being honest with your desires.

Becoming more excited with how his fingers teased my lips, I took his finger into my mouth. [1]

William: ……… [surprised]

W: Pfft, haha. It makes me happy that you’d like to have a taste of my fingers as well.

W: But then you won’t be able to kiss me like that, right?

Kate: Ah…

Withdrawing his thumb, half-open lips met with one impatient for a kiss.

Kate: Mn…

His tongue slipped in, giving me a numbing sensation as they playfully intertwined together——

And when he let go, he gave a small smile.

William: …You are free to decide what it is your heart seeks and what you would like to do.

Kate: …I know.

William: And perhaps your heart may change. Our feelings can’t be restricted, nor should they ever be.

W: Of course, not by others, and not even by ourselves.

Kate: …So that is to say,

K: I am free to do as my heart wants. And even in this very moment [2], I love you, Will.

William: Yes, I figured as much.

Kate: Huh?

William: Your heart is close to mine, and we are not separated in the slightest.

W: That is how my heart feels——at any moment in time.

Kate: Will…

My lover before my eyes seemed to always, no matter in which moment in time, take pleasure in unraveling what was in my heart.

Feeling this, I…

Kate: If we stack even these smallest moments… they can become an eternity.

William: …Indeed.

Our lips met once more, being fondled affectionately in my mouth.

William: And I would like to have a taste of you, to my heart’s content.

W: If it is as you say, and these small moments can become an eternity… I would like to embody it.

Kate: …Will…

When I kissed him, he sought me deeper.

William: Should we take it to the bed? Or…

Kate: …Haa… I want more… like this…

William: …I imagine it would be quite frustrating to move, after all.

With the ribbon of the dress undone, my chest relaxed [3].

As if the wrapping of the present was removed, my skin was now exposed,

and my nipples gave way to my desire.

William: …Kate.

With his lips calling my name, his tone filled with emotion, pleasure rushed through me.

William: Could I engrave my feelings in you?

He sucked on my breasts, leaving a mark as red as his eyes.

The throbbing in my core excited me and trickled within me,

and I welcomed his palm as it slid in——

While indulging in the sweet excitement he gave me, I tasted the pleasure of this small moment in time.

Fin.

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NOTES:

[1] I wasn’t sure how to phrase this; part of it may be like midnight or 1am translating, but I also wasn’t completely sure how to translate this part of the line [その指先をはむりと含んだ] (sono yubisaki wo hamuri to fukunda) as well. So I’m mostly kind of guessing based on the context of the lines that come after.

[2] Kate uses the word [刹那] (setsuna) here, which means a moment or instant, though this particular word, unlike another similar meaning word, [瞬間] (shunkan), [刹那] is derived from the Sanskrit word kshana, which in Buddhism refers to the “shortest possible interval of time.”

[3] They say here [胸元が緩む] (munamoto ga yurumu), where [胸元] refers to like the chest or breast area (but can also mean the solar plexus), while [緩む] means like to loosen, slacken, relax, that kind of thing, both for tangible things like parts of the body and intangible things like rules. I’m not really sure exactly how to translate this, but it’s probably referring to how a woman’s breasts are bare, without the support of anything like a bra.

END NOTES: the difference between will and darius' end was interesting, like how they both treated the boy. they're probably trying to hit home the differences between them... which darius seemed to pick up on. i wouldn't say i'm very good at translating william, per se, but i did enjoy his story as well, and just the way he spent time with kate and darius! i feel they highlighted a lot of characteristics of his here that i feel many would like, appreciate, or be drawn to.

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[ricksdirtyarchive]

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Smut- Masterlist

Kinks: bathroom sex, drunk sex

TW: drinking, drunk sex

“I’m not suitable for everyone” Rick shrugs. You were standing next to him at the bar asking for his number. I mean, who could blame you, he was good looking.

“W-w-well, I didn’t ask if you were suitable for me, I ask for your number” you stammered.

“Look, you’re really cute, kid, but I’m way out of your league. You’re tiny, a light weight” Rick chuckled turning back to the bartender.

“I’m 24, and I’m far from a light weight” you say. Lie. You were. You could hold alcohol like no other, but you got drunk quickly. Happens to the best of us. “Reggie!” You called to the bartender.

“Yeah, (y/n/n)?” Reggie answered. You’d known Reggie since you were 18. He knew you had a fake ID, but you didn’t act out and as soon as a cop came in, you always avoided the bar and any exits, burying yourself deep within the crowd. Reggie was a good friend, funnily enough, a hornet. But he looked out for you and made sure you got to wherever you needed to go safely.

“Can I get two of whatever’s he’s drinking!” You called. Reggie nodded and poured up to glasses, sliding them into your hand. “So I have a proposal for you” you turn to Rick.

“What’s that?” He chuckles, shaking his head and turning to you. He couldn’t deny you were a sight for sore eyes. You had that bright eyes bushy tailed (not literally) look in your eyes. Someone that had never seen heaven nor kissed the lips of someone like him.

“If I out drink you, you give me your number” you begin.

“Fuck. De-“ he reached towards the glass.

“But if you out drink me, I’ll give you head and never bother you again” you finish.

“How does that benefit me?” He asks. “What if you give me really good head and I need you to do it again?”

“That’s a you problem then, Rick” you smile deviously and hand him his drink. “So deal?”

“You are so fucking on” Rick smirked as you downed your first drink. He followed.

~ some time (idk how much time, I’m drunk too) later ~

You and Rick we drunk to the point of stumbling whenever you stood. Both of your livers probably crying for help. You were a bee so your alcohol content was actually converting itself into venom, something you didn’t know happened.

14 shots lay between you. You had 30 seconds to finish all 7 shots. You and Rick were taking turns buying rounds, your wallet unknowing to the brick of alcoholic strain it’d see at the end of the night.

“Alright!!” You out loud to the bar. “I need 30 seconds on the fucking clock!!”

“3, 2, 1” they counted down before starting to count again. You and Rick were slamming shots, you succeeding. Rick was slowing down though, the burn attacking his lungs. The crowd is electric, cheering and shouting.

“30!” The crowd finished. The cheered louder as you stood on the stool.

“Are you not entertained?!?” You exclaimed pointing, phone cameras pointed at you. Rick was smiling up at you, pure awe as you smiled and brandished the finished handle of Tito’s that you and Rick finished together.

You got off your stool, sitting down normally.

“That was quite a show, pretty girl” Rick smiled drunkly. A series of hiccups and burp’s following behind.

“You alright there, space cadet?" you ask, a playful smirk on your lips. He grins back, his eyes sparkling with mischief despite his obvious inebriation.

"I'm fucking fantastic," he slurs, pulling you close. "And you're fucking beautiful." His hands rest on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between you both palpable. The room seems to spin slightly as you lean in, the alcohol in your system making you bold and daring.

"Prove it," you whisper in his ear.

“With fu-*burps*-cking pleasure” Rick replies. You quietly slip to the bathroom, leading him behind you. Reggie knew well enough that people fucked in the bathrooms. He let it slide as long as his managed wasn’t there.

The restroom is thankfully empty, the door clicking shut behind you, muffling the noise from the bar. Rick's hands are on you instantly, pulling you against his hard body. You can feel his erection pressing into your stomach as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matches your own.

His hands roam your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, your ass, your thighs, as if he can't get enough. You tug at his shirt, eager to feel his skin, and he obliges, pulling it off over his head and tossing it to the floor.

You run your hands over his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin, the sprinkling of hair that trails down his stomach and disappears into his pants. You unbutton his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his already hard cock. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

He's fully hard, his cock standing tall and proud, ready for you. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling his velvety smoothness and the steel underneath. He groans, his head falling back, his eyes closing in pleasure.

He turns you around, bending you over the sink, and hikes up your skirt, exposing your ass. He pulls your thong to the side, his fingers finding your wet and ready pussy. He teases you, running his fingers up and down your slit, circling your clit, before sliding two fingers inside, pumping them in and out while his thumb circles your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "I love how ready you are for me."

You moan, pushing back against his hand, wanting more. He obliges, replacing his fingers with his cock, entering you slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. He starts to move, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, each stroke slow and deep. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure building with each movement of his hips, each stroke of his fingers.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Your pussy is so tight and wet." His words send a shiver down your spine, heightening your arousal. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the small restroom, mixing with your moans and his groans of pleasure.

He pulls out suddenly, spinning you around and lifting you onto the counter. You scoot back, giving him room to step between your legs. He enters you again, his cock filling you completely. He starts to move, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, each stroke slow and deep. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

But he's not done yet. He pulls out, spinning you around again and bending you over the counter. He enters you from behind, his cock hard and ready again. He starts to move, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, each stroke slow and deep. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips at your ear.

"I could fuck you all night," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Your body is perfect. Your pussy is perfect." He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is intense, the pleasure building quickly. You can feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

“Oh good girl” he coaxes. “Cum for me” he whispers gently in your ear.

"Rick," you cry out, your body shaking as the orgasm riddles your body, your pussy clenching around his cock. He groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes, filling you with his hot seed, groaning in your ear.

He pulls you close, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts pounding in sync. As you clean up and fix your clothes, you can't help but smile at each other, a shared secret passing between you.

“So does this mean I can have your number?” You smirk as he towers over you. His hand above your head. A raspy, deep chuckle eliciting from him.

“How about you have me wrapped around your fucking fingers” Rick admits seductively.

“Ooo” you say. “I like that a lot better than just your number” you’re holding onto his lab coat.

[bia-wayne-west]

Boyfriend — Hwang Hyunjin X Reader

Summary: You are one of JYP Entertainment's makeup artists and are in a secret relationship with Hwang Hyunjin.

Warnings: Fluffy, a little smut, hot, secret dating.

A/N: This is my first k-pop imagine, I hope it's good. Remembering that I'm Brazilian and I don't speak fluent English, so please forgive any writing errors you find.

Request are open

MASTERLIST

I ran towards JYP's door, knowing I was late. My alarm clock didn't go off, and I had to take a taxi to avoid being too late.

I wished good morning to the security guard, who let me through with a smile on his face. He was really nice, and even offered to help me carry my heavy backpacks when I needed to take makeup and brushes to the car.

She had been working for JYP for three years, being the makeup artist for a single group during that time. I was assigned to Stray Kids from the first day, and I was very well received by everyone.

The boys are always very kind, and include you in conversations, they don't treat you like a robot but like another human being. I also go on tour with them, so everyone's makeup looks perfect for any occasion.

It was during one of the trips that what no one expected happened. During one night of the show, it was very cold and I hadn't brought any coat. Furthermore, I really missed my family who lived in another country. When I least expected it, Hyunjin appeared, offering me his sweater.

He sat next to me, on the floor, and started talking to me. We had already had interactions together, but this was the first time I was alone with him.

After the show, I received a turkey breast sandwich from one of the staff, with his cell phone number. We started talking a lot.

It didn't take long for Hyunjin invited me on a date, and I thought a lot before accepting. That was four months ago, and we've been dating ever since.

It's extremely confusing to date an idol, especially when you work for their company. We cannot be together in public, nor show feelings around the staff.

If anyone found out, I would be fired, and if our relationship became public, Hyunjin could be kicked out of Stray Kids.

“How are you, Y/N?” Felix said, sitting in the high chair in the makeup room. He had clips in his hair, while Hani, my professional colleague, applied foundation to his face. “Did you wake up very late?”

“My alarm clock’s fault.” I said, throwing my bag on one of the dressers. I sanitized my hand with some alcohol gel and read my schedule for the day.

I should do makeup on Changbin and Lee MinHo, and then I should only be available in case one of them needs to touch up their foundation or powder.

“Good morning, Changbin.” I said, pulling out the chair for the man to sit down. He laughed, sitting down and starting to scroll through his smartphone. “What is today's event?” I asked.

“Let's take photos for our new album, and then we can leave.” He explained.

“So, I will apply more natural makeup on you , okay?” I said, and he nodded, agreeing. I did the makeup, and after that, I met with MinHo, who talked the whole time.

After that, I sat at one of the tables in the break room, waiting for someone to need me. I bought a coffee from one of the vending machines, so my tiredness would disappear.

“Unnie?” Hani called me, with her hands crossed behind her back and a grimace on her face. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Yes.” I said, throwing the disposable cup in the trash. “What do you need me to do?”

“Can you help one of the boys in my place?” She asked. “I have to leave early today, and EunHee told me that I could only go if I finished my work.”

“Who's the last boy you have to put makeup on?”

“Hyunjin.” She said.

“Of course, I can do his makeup for you.” I said, with a small smile on my face, almost imperceptible.

“Thank you, Y/N, you are an angel.” She thanked, bowing and leaving celebrating. “I'll take you to barbecue tomorrow, as thanks.” Hani shouted at me, making me laugh.

I went to the makeup room, seeing that most of the group members were no longer present. Hyunjin was already sitting in the chair, and Felix was waiting for the hairdresser to finish fixing his hair.

“Hi.” I whispered to my boyfriend, seeing him smile when he saw me.

“Hello, jagiya.” He said, also in a low tone. “I almost celebrated when Hani told me she would ask you to do my makeup instead of her.”

The brunette threw his head back, with a wide smile. He had his hair tied up and his face clean.

“Oppa, how do you want your makeup?” I wanted to know. It was bold to be so intimate with him, but Felix knew about our relationship, as did the rest of Stray Kids, and they kept it quiet.

“Do what you think is best, beautiful.” He murmured close to me, emphasizing the final sentence. “I trust you."

“You shouldn't trust me." I commented, taking a little of the foundation of his tone and depositing it on the acrylic plate. I chose one of the sponges, starting to apply the product to his soft skin. “I could do ridiculous makeup on you.”

“It would still be good, because you made it.” He argued, making me laugh.

“Oppa, you are so cheesy.” I spoke, a little louder than I should have , attracting Felix's attention, who looked at us, laughing.

He looked at his friend, seeing that Felix was making fun of us. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, looking back at me.

“When we finish the photos, we will have the day free.” He said. “I want you to go to my apartment.” Hyunjin suggested.

“I have to finish organizing the product counter.” I explained. “ can't go today.” I whispered, looking for concealer in the drawers.

“You do this every day, and the other makeup artists take advantage of it.” He said. “No one will die if you don't wash your brushes or store your foundations. Other makeup artists never do this, they leave all the work to you. This is not just your obligation.”

“Oppa, But what if my boss gives me a warning?”

“Stop worrying, Y/N. The other staff have to clean up their own mess, instead of waiting for you to clean it up.” Hyunjin raised his eyes, looking at the ceiling as I applied concealer to his dark circles, which were barely visible. “Let's go to my apartment, I have a surprise for you.”

“It's okay, Hyunjin.”I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. “I'll come to your apartment as soon as I can leave.”

He smiled broadly.

“You won't regret it, jagiya.”

I finished the makeup, applying small layers of lip tint to his lips. I forced myself not to give him a kiss, seeing him smile at me, almost guessing my thoughts.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He thanked me, getting up from the chair and looking at me. He walked past me and sat on the couch next to Felix, starting an animated conversation with his friend.

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After saying goodbye to my colleagues, I requested a taxi through the app, entering the address of the building where Hyunjin lived. It wasn't too far from the company, but it would take a long time if I walked.

I didn't have time to touch up my makeup, so I took advantage of my time in the elevator to reapply my lipstick and blush.

His apartment was on the fifteenth floor, and had an electronic door lock. Even though we had only been dating for a few months, Hyunjin told me what the password was. After entering the code, I opened the door.

The light in the living room was on, and when I entered the room, I heard the sound of water coming from the master bedroom, indicating that he was taking a shower.

“My love?” I called him, closing the door and walking to the suite bathroom. “I already arrived.”

“Honey?” He asked, and as soon as I confirmed, I heard the sound of the shower turning off. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing my boyfriend, with wet hair and underwear.

He had a white towel in his hands, and started to dry his hair, while I sat on his bed, watching him walk around the room. Hwang went to the closet, coming back with sweatpants and a white t”shirt.

“Come closer.” He pulled me by the hand, making me stand up. I was inches away from his body.

Hyunjin closed the distance between us, pressing his soft lips against mine. My hands went towards his neck. He was a little taller than me, meaning I had to stand on tiptoe to reach him.

His mouth was wet and sweet, with the minty breath of someone who had just taken a shower. My boyfriend's left hand reached my hip, while his right went towards my face, caressing me.

I started running my fingers through his soft hair, the soft, wonderful smell of the shampoo. Hyunjin's perfume had a woody tone, with the soft scent of roses and a slightly discreet refreshment. It looked like paradise.

Reluctantly, he turned away from me, with a wide smile that made his eyes close.

“I have something for you.” He announced, pulling me into the living room. Hyunjin told me to sit down, while he went to his small painting studio, returning with a painting in hand. “I did something, and I think it might please you.” The idol smiled, shyly, handing me the painting.

It was packaged, with grass green wrapping paper and a small bow. He waited anxiously, watching me open the package.

As soon as I took out the paper, I let out a surprised sigh.

It was me.

He had painted me. Made my portrait.

It was a prettier version of me, much more beautiful than I saw myself in the mirror. Hyunjin painted me with a smile on my face, and without lipstick or eye shadow. It was so beautiful I almost couldn't stop looking at it.

“Happy four month anniversary together.” He said, making a shy face, seeming to fear that I wouldn't like the gift.

“Hyunjin...” I tried to say, but I couldn't stop admiring the beautiful way my boyfriend saw me. “ It's so beautiful...” I said, in a whisper.

“Did you like it?” He wanted to know.

“I loved.” I confessed, smiling. I placed the painting carefully on the couch, and stood up, facing my boyfriend. “But I didn't buy you anything, sorry...”

I bit my lip, feeling ashamed that I had forgotten that today was our anniversary.

“I don't need any gifts, Y/N.” He said. “You are my greatest and best gift.”

I laughed, throwing my head back.

“I’? really sorry, love.” I said, running her hand over his face.

Hyunjin held my hand, leading me to the kitchen.

“Stop it, I told you I don’t need anything.” The rapper said. I sat in the chair, watching him take dishes from the fridge. I offered help, but he refused. “The surprise is not over yet.”

“Do you have one more surprise for me?” I asked when I smelled the tasty aroma coming from the dishes.

“I cooked for you.” He announced, taking the lid off the container and showing me the food he had prepared. “Tteokbokki!” He said, proudly.

“You did that?” I asked, surprised.

He smiled, grabbing clean dishes from the cupboard. Hwang also placed two glasses and glasses on the table.

“I wanted to do something special for you, darling.” He said. “I always go to your house and eat the food you make, so I wanted to give back.”

I smiled at him, helping myself to a portion of the meal. My boyfriend also bought bottles of Soju and some wine. Because he was the oldest, he insisted on serving me the drink.

“Thanks.” II thanked him. “Everything is perfect, Hyunjin.”

I ate the first spoonful, tasting the food. He also tasted it, making a small face, usual when he liked something.

“It's so good.” I spoke.

The rapper and I finished eating, and even though I offered to wash the dishes, he forbid me from going near the sink. The brunette invited me to see a horror movie.

I sat down on the soft sofa, right next to him. Hyunjin began the horror film, adjusting himself on the upholstery. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the idol's hand slide over my shoulder, caressing me.

We hugged for most of the movie, until he put his hand on my thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but the hair on my body stood up, and I bit my lip, deciding to stop the movie.

I pulled the rapper by the neck, making him turn towards me. I kissed him very cheerfully. He returned the gesture, taking his hand off my thigh and placing it on my face.

In a bold move, I lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. Hyunjin wasn't heavy, but he still stayed on his knees so he didn't put all his weight on me.

The kiss continued, and the man let his mouth roam my face, distributing kisses until he reached my neck. I wore a black tank top, which left him free to leave me with several hickeys.

I took my hand to the hem of his shirt, letting it penetrate the fabric, feeling his slim abdomen. I felt him get goosebumps from my touch, and I gave a cheeky smile when I saw that Hyunjin kissed my breasts.

Suddenly, he stopped, sitting on the sofa and taking off his t”shirt, leaving just his pants on. I smiled when I saw the red marks I had left on his skin, probably my neck was equally marked.

“We're going to miss the end of the movie.” He said, laughing.

“We can see it again tomorrow.” I spoke. “However, we would lose the ending the same way.”

The brunette came back on top of me, taking his hands to the hem of my blouse, asking permission with his eyes. I nodded, biting my lip and stretching my arms to help him with the task of getting me naked.

Hyunjin unbuttoned my dark wash jeans, and pulled them off, throwing them on the living room floor. The man looked at me, seeing that I was wearing a burgundy lingerie set.

“You are beautiful.” He said.

I smiled.

“You too, Hyun.” I said, pulling him again so that he was on top of me.

The idol's mouth went straight towards my breasts, which were still covered by the bra. I let out a low moan, caressing the back of his neck.

Hyunjin continued moving down with his lips, placing kisses down my abdomen, and stopping at my panties. He sent me a smile. To my surprise, he came towards my lips again, kissing me.

I reciprocated, letting the rapper's tongue enter my mouth.

My nails made small welts on the man's pale back, who sighed at the sensation.

“I love you.” He confessed, between the kiss.

“I love you.” I said, feeling his hand go down my body, stopping at my panties. The feeling was wonderful, and he looked at me, as if asking if he could continue with the touches. If I think, I kissed him again, authorizing Hyunjin to do whatever he wanted with my body.

[xximpressions]

The Duchess (7)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: You arrive at Clyvedon

Word Count: 1,404

A/N: Happy New Year!!!

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It never did occur to you how effortless your first few days at Clyvedon felt.

Though you were initially anxious upon your arrival to the lavish estate, the unexpectedly warm welcome you received from the Duke and his wife helped to alleviate such worries. 

And the rest of the Bridgerton clan was also paramount in reducing such anxieties since the enthusiasm from a certain child could only be met with your own sincerity while also forcing you to put aside any lingering hesitance you subconsciously felt about being an imposing guest. 

“Oh Duchess! I am so very glad you are here to stay with us!”

Exclaimed the young lady you were quickly becoming fond of.

“And I am so very glad to be here with you all, Miss Hyacinth! The honor is truly mine.”

You said with a curtsey and a smile following your arrival in the foyer.

“I am afraid,” interceded the Viscount, “that I must cut such a happy reunion short since I am sure the Duchess would like to get settled in her accommodations before dinner after such a tiresome journey here.”

“Indeed!” Echoed his eldest sister as she turned to direct her housekeeper.

“Mrs.Coulson, will you see her Grace to her room and ensure that she has everything she needs for her stay?”

While the older woman confirmed the necessary final arrangements with her house mistress, you took the chance to inconspicuously lean toward the Viscount in order to quietly whisper,

“It was my understanding that we had agreed to do away with such titles, did we not?”

Though he had to momentarily pause in order to tame his humored grin at your playful question, his amused hushed reply only came seconds later.

“Well, since my family happens to already be aware of the admiration I have for you, I thought it might be a bit impertinent to make it any more obvious.”

Looking at you from the corner of his eyes and directing a teasing smirk your way, he coyly finished by asking,

“Was that not correct of me, my Lady?”

Because you failed to contain the elated grin at his words, Anthony was able to catch a glimpse of the appreciation your external expression displayed at his sincere comment while you felt the internal blooming warmth of joy begin to spread within your chest at the honor of hearing yourself be referred to as such.

However, before either of you could dwell on your conversation any longer, you were being approached by the housekeeper.

“If you will come with me, your Grace, then I can show you to your room.”

With a nod and a thank you, you began to follow the woman named Mrs.Coulson. 

As you took your leave from the foyer and the rest of those present began to disperse, the Lady of the house made sure to announce,

“Dinner will be in an hour, so we will all meet in the drawing room once everyone has finished changing.”

And with that final piece of information, you made your way up the stairs behind your guide.

Initially, the main emotion you felt at Aubrey Hall had been perplexion given the first time you had been seated for dinner with them at one of their country estates.

Because you had been raised by an elderly aunt all your life, most of the family meals you had any memory of essentially consisted of you sitting at different ends of a very long table in silence with your guardian since her frigidly cold demeanor made it explicitly clear that any words from you were not at all wanted, nor would they be at all appreciated.

So, because you had never dined in any other manner with the last of your kin, you suppose your mind had just assumed that all families conducted their meals in such a fashion.

Therefore, you found yourself pleasantly surprised during your first night at Aubrey Hall when it became more than obvious that the coldness you were unconsciously expecting simply did not exist in such genuine warmth.

Even when the inevitable sibling squabbles broke out between youngest and eldest alike, there was never any doubting the affection that clearly accompanied every insult.

Seeing the surprise on your face at such familiarity being allowed at the table, Lady Bridgerton commented with a touch of sheepishness,

“I know it may seem unfashionable, your Grace, but what can I say? We like each other!”

She finished with a shrug as well as a joyful and unapologetic smile that only grew more amused when her son-in-law, the Duke, followed up her statement by teasingly interjecting from his place at the head of the table,

“Most of the time.”

With a humourous smirk aimed at Lady Bridgerton as if speaking from a place of experience.

From that dinner onward, any lingering anxieties you had about being an imposing guest seemed to have vanished since the Basset’s and Bridgerton’s alike made it clear that your presence was not only welcomed, but it was undoubtedly wanted and thoroughly enjoyed each day that you were there. 

By the end of your first week at the country estate you had happily fallen into the routine of being sociable with those that were present in the house.

In fact, it was actually becoming a bit of a tradition that after Lady Bridgerton escorted her younger children to bed following dinner, the remaining young adults would gather in the drawing room for a few drinks and some lighthearted conversation.

And on this particular evening, a full week after your original arrival, the drawing room was occupied by merely yourself sat on one couch, the Lord and Lady of the house sat across from you on the other, as well as Lord Bridgerton who was happily seated next to you.

And with the almost inaudible roar of the fireplace filling the dimly lit room, there was a very cozy atmosphere surrounding your group.

Currently, you all were struggling to hold in your laughter at the outburst Anthony had and was continuing to make after jumping up from the couch you shared with him. 

When you had asked the Duchess how it was she found herself married to a Duke, you did not think any of you expected the Viscount to shoot up upon learning what fact truly brought his best friend and sister together as a couple.

“A ruse??” he exclaimed once more to everyone’s further amusement.

“Hastings?! You mean to tell me that I could have killed you for a ruse?!?” Anthony bewilderedly repeated with emphasis.

Having to hold back your tickled surprise after he sprung up with such a statement, the Duke only chose to reply to his friend with a teasing nonchalance.

“Oh please, Bridgerton. You have always been a terrible shot, so my life was never really in any danger.”

His accompanying smirk also let everyone know that all had truly been forgiven between the two.

Buzzing with intrigue as Anthony gave an indignant, but humored huff while returning to his seat, you could not help saying to the other Duchess in the room,

“What an exciting way to get betrothed! My own betrothal was more of a legal agreement than a proposal, and even then, it was my aunt who did the signing.” You finished with a chuckle that came out more weak than content.

The minute shift in the jovial mood at the reminder of the poor treatment you had received in your life from people you thought you could trust made you try to lift it again by happily continuing with saying,

“But alas! I am glad to hear it was love that brought you two together and not obligation.”

You said with a kind smile.

However, after the thought passed in the other Duchess’ head that your statement was not exactly true, a devious idea began to form in her mind as she replied by saying,

“Well, if you think about it, a thought-out ruse has already helped one debutante avoid an unsuitable suitor…so who is to say the same strategy could not work again?”

She questioned the room with a certain coyness while aiming a specifically delicate smile at her brother across the way to emphasize exactly where she was going with this.

And who was the Viscount to say no to such a brilliant idea that had already been proven to work once before?

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[humanoid-encounter]

following up the job interview I landed Jonathan Sims style, I'm pretty sure this place is serving the eye (/hj)

so like, I got to the location for the interview (which is just an office in the middle of a street) (though, I must say, I never even noticed an office ever being there until today)

and first of all, the entire ground level's walls are just glass windows, making it so you can watch the workers at any given point from the outside??? i hope I don't have to work there I'd have this sense of being watched all the time (which may be the point)

and, the part that made me lowkey creeped out is, I've spoken to the HR manager through messages to schedule my in-person interview (the one I'm supposed to have in half an hour). After this, which was several days ago, we have not spoken (nor do I see the need to, but alas) So, I get there, I look around from the outside to gauge my future working conditions and I notice this female worker look up her desk and make eye contact w me. Which like, is normal, cus I was kind of watching her and her colleagues from the outside like they were rats in a pet store.

THE WEIRD PART COMES when I go sit on a bench nearby to wait until it's the time my interview was scheduled for (I arrived an hour early because I'm anxious about traffic) and I KID YOU NOT I IMMEDIATLY GET A MESSAGE FROM THE HR MANAGER BEING LIKE "Let me know when you get here so we can send someone to welcome you."

WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING but it still gives me this slight sense of being watched, which is very magnus-esque.

Stay tuned to find out what happens next!! Will this be a normal job (most likely)??? or did I just stumble upon a real TMA setting?????

[creative-kny-fics]

hii!~ I'm not sure if requests are open (no worries if not!), but I was wondering if you could do a ler!Tanjiro / lee!Muichiro fic set during the Hashira Training, like when Tanjiro comes to train with Muichiro? Perhaps he's getting too annoyed/embarassed at all the favoritism Mui is showing him, and decides to get the point across through this way instead! ~ Thank youuu! ♡

It still makes me laugh how Muichiro's expression changes so quickly when he talks to Tanjiro JAHSJSHJAHSKSHSAJA (I hope you don't mind, but I did both switches)

Switches: Muichiro Tokito and Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro had already finished the training, but, even though he did well and received praise from the Mist Hashira, something made him feel uncomfortable...

Maybe it was that there was clearly a preference? Maybe that's it...

'You really are lucky... We've been here for almost 2 weeks, and you've only been here for 5 days... Who knows how many more days we'll be here with him...'

'T-two weeks ?! Five days?!', he was surprised, his suspicions were true.

Tanjiro didn't feel special, he wasn't a hashira, he didn't have a rank like Kanao or any gift to deserve that respect or preference, according to him.

So he decided that he would not leave that place until Muichiro began to have equal treatment, even if that meant that he had to stay longer, it was fair, right?

'Tanjiro? What are you doing here? I told you that you could go with the next hashira... Besides, it's already late, today's training is already over...'

'I know, it's just that I wanted to stay a little to talk to you, we haven't had much time to do it. Of course, if it doesn't bother you!'

'Why are you making a strange face...?', Muichiro questioned.

It was true, Tanjiro was not capable of lying and when he did, his face turned into a strange grimace, what could he do?! If he discovered it...

'You'd better pass on, it could be tiredness' 'Thank you...!', as Muichiro closed the door, Tanjiro sighed in relief, he hadn't realized

He only turned around for a moment and Muichiro was no longer there, he didn't think Tokito was playing hide and seek, especially not in an almost closed place. 'Tanjiro...'

'AAAAAAH!!', Tanjiro fell to the floor, at what moment?!. 'W-what?! Tokito-San!? Wait, you were here and now you're here and now I'm on the ground and...!'

'You were taking a long time, so I decided to go drink some water and brought you a glass for yourself, I figured you would be exhausted. What's the matter?'

Tanjiro shook his head, he didn't think he would have a chance against him, he did all that in a single carelessness, avoiding Tanjiro shouldn't be a problem. 'Tokito... Why?'

'Why what?' 'Why you seems to have some kind of preference for me?', Muichiro tilted his head, he wasn't the type to have preferences was he?

'What are you taking about? I have no preference for you or anyone. What makes you think that?'

Tanjiro told him what the others had told him, from 5 days to 2 weeks there was almost 10 days difference and it was impossible not to notice it.

Muichiro shrugged when Tanjiro finished, guessing that it was only his potential that helped him pass the training faster than them.

'Tokito-San... It's not good to lie, I've noticed how your expressions change with me. I'm not special enough to deserve that respect from you...', Muichiro pulled Tanjiro by the ear. 'Don't you dare say something like that about yourself again, if you do I'm going to kick your little ass until you can't sit up'

Weird threat, but it wasn't like Muichiro could do more, Tanjiro was neither Sanemi nor Uzui to do to something worse.

Again, that preference for Tanjiro, but this time Tanjiro knew how to take advantage of it. 'Tokito-San, you don't mind if I do something, do you?'

'No? As long as you don't get hurt I think it's fine...' 'Fine! Come here!'

Tanjiro approached him moving his fingers, he expected a bigger reaction from him, but all he received was a...

'Tanjiro, what are you doing?', Tanjiro stopped, wasn't he ticklish?

'Eeeeeeh... Ehehehehe... I was... Well... I was trying...'

Muichiro raised his eyebrows and looked around, waiting for Tanjiro to at least finish a sentence, he was so embarrassed about it. .

'Well, I'll be honest, I was trying to tickle you, but it seems like you're not ticklish...'

'Tanjiro, don't you think it's kind of... Silly to have a weakness like that? We're hashiras, I don't think something like that would affect us...'

'Giyuu-San always laughs when he's tickled. Also Kanroji-San... Uzui-San too... Obanai-San, even Shinazugawa-San laughs!'

Was Muichiro screwing Tanjiro over that? Yes. Muichiro remembered that he, like the other hashiras, is ticklish but he knows how to hide it well? Yeah.

'Well, I guess you have a point. But what are you going to gain if you manage to make me laugh?', Tanjiro hadn't thought about it, what could he ask of him?

Maybe let the other slayers go to the next hashira? Or that Muichiro treats Tanjiro as one of his own? Or maybe the only thing Tanjiro would gain would be a good memory of friendship with Muichiro...

One thing was for sure, Tanjiro had to stop getting too deep into his thoughts.

He didn't notice that Muichiro was talking to him and waving his hands in front of him, so he chose to do the same as Tanjiro, but this time he did get a response. 'E-eh! To-Tohokito-Sa-!!'

'And? How did you expect to "teach me a lesson" if you couldn't stand the way you were trying to convince me?'

'I did not think that-!! AYIE!! Nohohot theherehehe!! It wa-wahasn't suppohohosed to be ehehehe like t-thihihis!!', Muichiro shrugged and smiled, it was funny.

In an attempt to escape from that situation, he dropped to the ground, curling up into a ball and trying to turn his back on him, but it didn't help.

Muichiro simply followed him and was quick, the moment Tanjiro was about to snuggle, he stuck his hands under his arms, digging into his armpits and laughing when Tanjiro "tried" to stop him from continuing the tickling by hugging himself, just to make the feeling worse.

'Well well, maybe I should tell the next hashira to also do this training with you? Maybe it will help you, I'm being too gentle and kind to you'

'See?! Yohohou ha-have ahahaha pr-preferehehencehes!! He-hehehey!!! TOKITO!!' 'And you continue with that? Well, then I have to show you that I have no preferences for anyone...'

Tanjiro shook his head when Muichiro gave him a break, and when someone gives you a break it's because what follows will be worse than what he went through before.

Muichiro took one of Tanjiro's wrists and placed it on top of his head, smiling as he once again brought his fingers closer together, moving them only to "anticipate" Tanjiro what was coming. 'Where can I start? You had a good reaction when I went for your armpits, are you the same as Genya? Have they told you before? No? Well, I'm telling you then, you have to be careful because someone can do this and... THIS!'

'TO-TOHOKITOHO!! WAHAHAIHIT!! COHOMEHE OHOHON!!'

'Why should I wait? You insist that I have favoritism for you, well if I have so much favoritism for you why am I doing this to you?', Tanjiro screamed, the only thing he needed to add to his shame.

And they were like that for a long time, Muichiro was not being nice to him at all, he changed spots at random, used different techniques, blew the occasional raspberry, pretended to stop only to attack again.

Tanjiro couldn't even think about escaping, he had asked for it in a certain part, and Tokito had to stop, right?

'So you still think I have favoritism?' 'NOOOO!! OKAY, OKAHAHAY!! I GEHEHET I-IT!! YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STOHOHOP!!'

Muichiro raised an eyebrow in disagreement, should he do it? What guaranteed him that Tanjiro wasn't lying? Oh right, Tanjiro never lies, much less knowing that he will be tickled more for lying.

As a last warning if he was lying, he blew one last raspberry and after that, he stopped, laughing as Tanjiro once again curled up into a ball. 'That was fun, we should do it again!'

'Ehehehe, yes... We should... But, now you're the one getting tickled!'

'Huh?!', Muichiro and Tanjiro "fought", although to be fair, Muichiro decided to be nice and let him win.

How bad could it be? Tanjiro had already tried that before and was unsuccessful, why would he change now?

'Know? Talking to Genya and Giyuu-San, they told me that you were good at hiding your reactions, but... That I could make you laugh if I really kept pressure on that point...'

'Yeah, wait... THEY TOLD YOU?!' 'No ahahaha! I only said it to see your reaction, but apparently my suspicion was true! You must like raspberries, right?'

Muichiro nodded, but then realized that Tanjiro wasn't specifically referring to the fruit, and he shook his head, denying that he liked it, too late.

Tanjiro inhaled as much air as he could and held it for a while, Muichiro opened one of his eyes and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

What was he planning? Well, he just wanted me to open his eyes to catch him off guard and boy did he do it.

'Well, it seems I was right! How many raspberries should I give you? Taking into account that you quite like them...' 'NO-NONE MORE!! I DON'T LIKE IHIHIHIT-!! GEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!!'

'Na-ah! Before you tickled me you said that I should show you this, so that's what I'll do!', Tanjiro laughed, again inhaled and blew.

How could Muichiro fall into that trap? He means, Tanjiro wasn't lying when he said that, Giyuu and Genya always did that and that's why, to a certain extent, they were the only ones who managed to make him laugh that way.

But now he felt like a fool for letting Tanjiro win, apparently he was right, he had a crush on Tanjiro and he wasn't going to stop until he admitted it. 'Tokito-San, you let me win because you like me, right? Sees it?! I'm still your favorite! That means you lied when you said you didn't have favorites! And lies are paid with raspberries!'

'NOOO!! I'M SOHOHORRY!! FINE, YES I HAVE A FAVORITISM FOR YOU!!'

'I knew it hahaha! Hey!', Tanjiro turned away, he didn't see it coming honestly.

Now he understood why some were afraid to tickle Muichiro, he kicked and slapped, luckily it wasn't that hard, so Tanjiro was fine.

'I'm sorry... I don't...' 'Okay, woah ahahaha, surprising! So, will you be as kind to the other hunters as you are to me?'

'Only if they deserve it, otherwise, no.', well at least he would try, so it was worth it