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[alexanders-pokemon-adventure]

Ranger Sera Frigga

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Last Call

Patrick "Paddy" Feld (Speak No Evil) x female reader

MDNI - 18+

pairing - Paddy x female reader

summary - working at a small pub, you meet a sexy mystery man. He's just another customer - until he's not

w/c - 1400+

t/w - unprotected sex, Paddy is a tiny bit rough (he's a trigger warning by himself), mirror play?

a/n - not sure what it says about me that this morally bankrupt character is the one who broke me out of my year+ long writer's block, but here we are. For the purposes of this, reader has no idea what Paddy gets up to in his spare time

Starting over was such a pain in the ass. You never pictured that you would be here, 30 and divorced. It had come as such a surprise that your head was still reeling. Deciding on a clean break, you had packed up your belongings, taking little more than the essentials and your beloved cat, and set off, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.

Settling in a little village in the West Country, you found yourself adjusting to your new life a lot easier than you expected. The pace was so much slower there compared to the city, and you quickly found a job bartending in a small pub. You loved working nights, listening to the stories exchanged by the locals. You mainly dealt with the same group of regulars, and their welcoming attitude was helping you to come out of your shell.

You had first noticed him come in late one Saturday night. He was the kind of man who commanded everyone’s attention. He was loud and outspoken, his voice and laughter carrying throughout the room. You overheard some of the other customers call him Paddy.

You were immediately attracted to him, his demeanor so different from your ex that it was intoxicating. He always flirted with you, but you never took it to mean anything since he was that way with everyone. The more you were around him though, the more he began to consume your thoughts. Picturing the way those muscular arms would feel wrapped around you, how his stubble would feel against your thighs when he was between your legs…

There was just one problem - he was married. His wife was always with him. She actually seemed really nice, which only served to make you feel more guilty about the amount of time you spent fantasizing about her husband. That’s all it ever could be though - you might be a lot of things, but you weren’t a homewrecker. You and your vibrator had become best friends. You could at least have him in your head, right?

Maybe that was why you were so flustered when you realized that this particular night he came in alone. “Hey Paddy, what can I get you?” you asked, trying to keep your expression neutral. It was becoming harder and harder to be around him, and you didn’t know what to do about it. “Surprise me,” he replied, watching you as you poured him a drink and slid it over.

“Where’s Ciara?” you asked. An expression you couldn’t quite judge crossed his face before he replied. “She’s not feeling well and decided to stay home.” Your heart sped up at the thought that you could spend time with him alone. And you did - when you weren’t busy with someone else, Paddy kept you entertained with endless stories and conversation. The other patrons began paying their tabs and heading for the exit. Realizing that just you and he were left in the building, you checked your watch. You couldn’t believe the time.

“Last call. Can I get you anything else?” you asked as you dried the glass in your hand. The old jukebox in the corner was belting out Black Velvet. It was a little too perfect. He looked at you, his expression suddenly serious. “I do want something else, but it’s a little off-menu. “What on earth are you talking about?” you asked, having no idea where this was going.

“Darlin’, what I want is you .” Your stomach felt like it dropped out of your body. Is this really happening?? “B-b-but what about Ciara?” you stammered, barely able to string a sentence together. “It’s fine, occasionally we dine out. Helps keep it fresh. She doesn’t care,” he replied, standing and walking his way behind the bar toward you.

You couldn’t hear the music anymore, just the deafening sound of your heartbeat pounding. He stood in front of you, and your brain froze. All you could think was that he smelled so damn good, so manly, and it made your mouth water.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as much as I do,” he said. The look on his face was half smile, half cocky smirk, and it made you want to rip his clothes off. Instead, you just nodded, throwing the towel you were holding to the side. Quickly making sure the door was locked and flipping over the closed sign, you returned to him.

He leaned in, tracing his fingertips down your jawline, kissing you slowly at first. You could taste the alcohol on his breath. Backing you up against the bar top, you could see the lust in his eyes. He looked almost hungry.

The heat inside you was already building as his tongue licked a line down your collarbone. Throwing your tank top off to the side, he traced the lace edge of your bra and groaned. “Mmmm, so beautiful darlin’,” he said, unhooking it and throwing it behind you to land on a bottle of whiskey. The chill in the air immediately hardened your nipples, which he took turns taking inside his warm mouth. Your brain felt like cotton candy, all coherent thoughts leaving you as he expertly sucked and bit at you.

Removing the last of your clothes, you stood bare before him. “This seems a little one sided, Paddy,” you teased as you stripped him of everything he had on. Once he was also naked and you really looked at him, you sucked in a breath. He was even more gorgeous than you thought possible.

He wasted little time with foreplay, turning you around and bending you over a nearby stool. He teased your entrance, but you didn’t think anything could prepare you for his size. He took his time, letting you adjust to the sweet stretch of him filling you up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips. You nodded, and then all bets were off. He slammed into you, fully enveloping himself in your warmth. “Damn, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he worked your body over. “S-s-s-sorry, it’s been a while,” you managed to choke out between thrusts. “Feels so fucking perfect,” he replied, his hands roaming all over you. You could already feel that familiar pressure building in your abdomen, impending bliss already blooming inside you.

One hand gripped your breast and the other reached up and wrapped around your throat. Applying slight pressure, he pulled your upper body taut. There was a giant mirror behind the bar. “I want you to look up. Watch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear. Fingertips dug into your throat just a little tighter, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, and you did just that.

You didn’t recognize the version of yourself you saw in the mirror’s reflection. Disheveled hair, sweat beginning to drip down your face, you looked happy for the first time in a long time.

“Paddy,” you moaned, bucking your hips back into him even harder. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, you’re going to watch me make you cum,” he growled.

You had never felt more exposed, or more aroused. Your ex would never have dared to talk to you this way during sex. Paddy was unlocking some primal side to you, and you were loving every minute. His hand moved away from your throat, allowing you to breathe fully again. He started rubbing slow circles on your clit. Contrasting with the fast pace at which he was still thrusting into you, it felt like all your nerve endings were on fire. You felt yourself about to tip over the edge. Still watching your reflection in the mirror, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. “That’s my girl. You look so beautiful when you’re coming undone,” Paddy said, fucking you through your high. While you were still clenching around him, he also came, filling you full.

Almost collapsing against the bar top, your body felt like jelly. He slowly pulled himself out of you. He threw his pants back on and retrieved your scattered clothes, handing them to you. “I’ll never be able to look at this place the same way again,” you said, cheeks burning as you glanced at the mirror behind him.

“So, same time next week?” he asked with a wink. That familiar heat started to build just thinking of the possibilities. You watched him walk toward the door, his jeans hugging him in all the right places. “I’ll be here.”

[beepboopkek]

— Strip Starchess with Jing Yuan (F!Reader)

Including: Jing Yuan cw: F!reader, pwp but barely, slight mention of reader having a size kink, unprotected p in v, first time writing a proper fic, first time writing smut (please send help), reader is a little bashful, overall its kind of a self-projection I guess. Jing Yuan is a little bastard (affectionate), stripping (who would've guessed), grammatical errors(I tried), Jing Yuan calls you pet names (dear, love), no use of y/n, light bondage ( reader gets their hands tied with a t-shirt nothing too bad), safe sane and consensual w/c: 3941 (might be a little off since I made a few edits in this post) a/n: I am so sorry for this I am going to die of cringe later but I needed this out of my brain so I made my best attempt at writing. There is a lot of stuff that is bad but I do not have the energy or patience to do it so, you have been warned, this is a first-time smut from an inexperienced writer whose first language isn't english :3 hope someone out there likes this

You were bored.

Extremely bored.

Jing Yuan had promised you he’d come home on time so that the two of you could enjoy dinner together. You had something fun planned for the evening for the two of you. Something you were excited to try out.

One problem though, there were still no signs of your boyfriend’s arrival.

You sent him a few messages asking him where he was but to no avail, you knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to respond anyway.

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around and were met with an apologetic soft smile on Jing Yuan’s face.

“Yu.”

“My Love.”

You huffed at him in annoyance, realising what he was trying to do. He always knew how to soften you up.

“You’re late.” You said as you watched him unstrap his boots and place them near the shoe rack before he turned to look at you.

“I apologize, I overslept in the afternoon and had to compensate as a result.” Jing Yuan gave you a pitiful look.

“Regardless, I am here now,” He walked over to where you were seated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your head. “And I’d love to eat what my dear has cooked for me.”

You rolled your eyes at him a little and turned towards the table again as he took his seat opposite to you. You began eating in silence while Jing Yuan served himself some of the food you’d made.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He spoke suddenly as you focused on eating and ignoring him.

“Be like what? I didn’t do anything.” You huffed back to him again while continuing to look at your food when you suddenly heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, you looked up, only to be met with your boyfriend’s amber eyes boring into yours.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

You grumbled something with your mouth full.

“I didn’t catch that, love.”

You gulped down your food, 

“I said, play Starchess with me”

“Do we not play Starchess on a regular basis already?”

“We do, yes, but I found a new variation of the game that I thought would be fun to try out. Only if youre up for it, though.” You made eye contact with him again as his eyebrow shot up in surprise.

He leaned in on the table and rested his head on the palm of his hand as he tilted his head lazily.

“Go on.”

Your confidence and annoyance all but vanished this exact second, you really hadn’t expected him to be this interested and knowing him , he probably already has an idea simply based off of the tone of your voice.

“...Nevermind.” You looked away, blushing as Jing Yuan continued to watch in lazed amusement.

“Is it-”

“Yes it’s Strip Starchess, okay? I thought it would be fun to play.” You blurted out as your ears turned a light shade of red.

“I was going to say Blitz Starchess.”

Your eyes widened in horror as you turned back to look at Jing Yuan who was now miserably failing at holding back his laughter as his shoulders shook silently and he pressed his lips together.

“I hate you.”

Jing Yuan laughed and you pouted.

“I didn’t do anything, though?”

“You know exactly what you're doing, Yu.”

Jing Yuan smiled apologetically once again as you pouted while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed fondly and picked up his chopsticks again.

“Strip Starchess, hm? Let’s finish dinner and begin.”

You huffed again and turned back to your food and soon enough, Jing Yuan started some casual conversation and the whole ordeal was pushed to the back of your mind.

. . .That was until after you both finished eating and cleaning up.

Shit.

You suddenly had very important things to do in your library so you quietly started walking towards it, hoping Jing Yuan had all but forgotten about your earlier conversation. Just as you were about to open the door, a familiar voice called out from behind you,

"Dear?" 

You slowly turned around, trying not to look like you were caught committing a crime.

"...Yes?"

"Where would you like to play? I think the living room would be best since it is rather spacious. We can close the curtains but,"

Jing Yuan paused as he looked towards the box in his hands and back to you,

"I'm saying that while assuming that we will be taking off our clothes sooner or later. Am I wrong?" 

He smiled innocently. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

"... Fine, let's go to the living room then, I'll explain the rules to you." 

Jing Yuan hummed pleasantly as he walked behind you, setting the board down onto the hard wooden flooring as the both of you sat down facing each other. 

He opened up the box and set up the game and looked at you expectantly.

There was no backing out now, so you might as well give it your best.

"It's in the name, you strip when you lose a pawn." 

"Strip entirely? Or just an article of clothing?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

You gave an exasperated sigh as you stared at him with the grumpiest expression you could muster.

"I'm afraid I don't, love."

He gave you a cat-like smile as he patiently waited for you to explain.

"...Only a piece of clothing. The one who has the most clothes off at the end of the game is the loser,"

You made yourself comfortable, you need your initial confidence back desperately.

"We'll play 3 games and see who wins. I won't be going easy on you."

You smiled at him mischievously as he chuckled and re-adjusted his seating position before looking right into your eyes.

"Very well then, let the games begin." 

You focused your eyes on the board and played your first move, positioning the soldier pawn in front of your king 2 steps ahead.

Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up as he countered it by moving the same piece on his side. He knew exactly how you were going to play and he was going to ensure he won.

The game progressed and you eventually lost your first pawn, you sighed in annoyance at the realization as you looked up to see your boyfriend with his cat-like smile and of course, he had the most innocent look on his face.

Damnit.

You sighed reluctantly as you cursed him under your breath and removed your jacket.

“Happy?” You deadpanned at him.

“Very much so. Don’t be upset, you still have a chance to win.” He smirked lazily as he waited for you to play your turn

You were more cautious now, not letting him take any of your pawns when you realized you had a safe opening to take his pawn!

You took the chance and took his soldier with your bishop. Looking up at him in triumph.

He smiled back at you casually as he raised his hands in surrender,

“You got me there,”

You watchedn him in anticipation as your mouth watered a little, sure you’d been living together for a few months now but, nothing beat seeing Jing Yuan’s body.

He place his hand on his shoulder guard and removed it before smiling at you pleasantly again.

You blinked once.

Twice.

Scanning him to see if he removed anything else while you were day-dreaming.

Nope, nothing.

"I said one piece of clothing, your shoulder brace doesn't count as one." 

"You never specified if accessories were also counted."

You huffed at him, "You never asked!" 

"I don't recall having to ask, I gave you the chance to explain everything to me." He smiled innocently again.

He was right. 

He knew he was and continued to play his next move.

Bastard.

Suddenly, it dawned on you that he was still in his armor and work uniform, meaning it would take at least 15 individual games of Starchess to get even the first layer off of him. Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at you and stifled his laughter.

Well, you certainly weren't in your work clothes and barely had anything on in the first place but you might have a few accessories on your person if you looked hard enough.

Two can play that game.

The game continued as you tried your best to defend your pieces from his attacks but he was too good… much to your displeasure.

By the end of the first game, Jing Yuan barely looked any different from how he was when he entered your shared home while you had to remove your own rings and piercings, putting them away in a corner neatly as to not lose them.

Jing Yuan won the first game by the rules of normal Starchess and the two of began your second round.

You were determined, but so was he.

Time passed rather quickly as you watched your boyfriend remove more accessories and you really wondered how he was able to walk or even fight with that much on his body.

You shook your head. Now's not the time for distractions.

The game progressed as you watched your pawns get taken one by one.

Rook, Bishop, a couple of soldiers and the list went on.

…You realized very late that you were going to lose.

You've never beat him in a game of starches, partially because he sneaks away your pieces but also because he's genuinely skilled at playing the game.

You were down to your last game, Jing Yuan in his shirt and pants along with some random trinkets of his uniform that you didn't even know the purpose of, you, however, were a different story.

You'd managed to get down just to your t-shirt and panties, shivering a little in both anticipation and the chill of the night.

“Do you need a blanket? You won't have anything to cover you soon enough, I'd hate to get you sick, dear.” Jing Yuan looked at you lazily.

Bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I'm good. This is the last game and by the look of it, you've lost more pieces than I have.”

He made a content noise in the back of his throat as if agreeing with you before looking down at the board and smiling.

“I'm afraid you are correct, I admire your confidence in the face of calamity. However,”

He moved his bishop in line with your king.

“Checkmate.” 

You glanced around the board, trying to find an escape route but there were none. 

There was no denying it, you had lost the third game as well.

But the rules were about clothes, you looked up at him and back at yourself.

“. . . Fuck.”

You sighed, reluctantly admitting defeat.

“Alright , alright. You win the 3 games and the whole game considering you have more layers on you than I do.” 

Jing Yuan smiled in amusement as he crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly,

“So, what's my reward for winning?” 

You were already packing up the board as you looked at him with a huff and stood up.

“I'll let you nap in the afternoon more tomorrow, that's your reward.” 

But before you could move your half naked self away, Jing Yuan moved closer and swiftly knocked your knees back so you toppled down onto him.

“Jing Yuan! I almost knocked the board on your head!”

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, scared to lose balance and plop onto the floor if he were to drop you.

“I'm interested in another reward.”

“What?”

“I'm the winner so isn't it natural I get to pick my reward? Besides, no proper terms were set for it when you explained the rules to me.”

“You little shit, you knew this was going to happen.”

“Dear, I am the divine foresight for a reason.” 

He chuckled as his hands slowly moved down your torso and to the hem of your t-shirt. 

He grasped the hem as he leaned into your body and spoke lowly in your ear

“Of course, if you don't want this, we could just revert to my original reward.” 

His hold on you was firm but gentle, indicating that he'd let you go if you wanted him to.

“But, something about the way you're trembling in my hold tells me you don't want to stop, do you?” 

Your breath was coming out in shaky puffs now. You simply looked away in embarrassment before he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes he was wearing.

“Answer me.” 

“. . . I don't want you to stop” 

He smiled against your ears and you swear if he had a tail it would be swishing around in excitement by now.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” 

Kissing the red shell of your ear he moved your face towards him and kissed you deeply before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, allow me to claim my reward.”

He peppered kisses along your jaw as his hands finally, finally took your t-shirt up to your neck as you raised your arms to help him get it off.

You were down to your panties and bra now, coincidentally, you were wearing one of his favourite sets’.

His kisses continued downward, unbuckling your bra with one hand while the other appreciatively squeezed around your body.

He leaned down on your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his other hand tweaked with the other and you gasped, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Your hands immediately found purchase in his soft hair as you closed your eyes and whispered his name.

Jing Yuan always , always made sure to lather extra attention to your chest, you never understood why but it had now become a sensitive spot for you.

He kissed and licked around your nipples, leaving little bites in between so that he can see them in the morning and fuck you all over again.

Deciding he'd done enough to your chest (for now) he moved his attention downwards, chuckling breathlessly at the small wet patch on your panties.

His large hand slid down as he started moving his finger up and down on your panties, making the wet patch grow bigger.

“You call me a bastard and yet have the nerve to be this wet for me, hm?” 

“S-Shut up.” 

You panted as your brain became fuzzy and warm, not being able to think of anything else except Jing Yuan touching you.

He smirked as he added pressure with his finger on exactly where your clit is and you gasped loudly. The fabric of your panties providing a weird but not unwelcome feeling.

“Do you think you can cum just from this alone?”

“I don't k-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he pinched your clit and rubbed it.

“You don't know? Well, that's too bad. We'll just have to find out it seems, hm?”

You were gasping for air and moaning loudly at this point, thrashing and tugging at Jing Yuan’s hair like your life depended on it.

“I'm feeling nicer today, let's take this off, dear.” 

He tugged at your panties and your hazy mind cleared for a second 

“Jing Yuan! Don't I-”

A loud ripping sound echoed through the room as you stared in horror at the shredded remains of your panties but before you could utter a word, Jing Yuan kissed you and simultaneously continued to make circles around your clit.

You weakly slammed your fisted hands onto the hard planes of his chest but to no avail, he wasn't going to let up.

He continued flicking your clit at a faster pace before speaking into your ear.

“Be a good girl and cum for me”

You moaned as you clenched his (now crumpled) white shirt in your hands as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm flooded over your body in waves.

The general continued to make slow and gentle circles on your clit as you got down from your high, peppering your body with kisses and bites everywhere.

You were still breathing heavily when you regained your senses again.

“So, my hypothesis was correct.” 

“You're gonna pay for that, Yu.”.

You said, not sure if youre referring to the torn panties or the fact that him massaging your clit was enough to get you to cum.

“Of course I will, and any other matching set you like so I can rip them all off of your body.” 

His voice was so calm while speaking you'd almost think he was unaffected by the situation but that was far from the truth, sitting on his lap gave away that he was extremely hard underneath you.

He kissed you again, gently this time as he pulled back and bore his eye into yours.

“Do you want to continue?” 

You didn't respond, only leaning in to kiss him before bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it.

“I'm not the only one that's going to be naked here.” 

He helped you take off his whole shirt, watching you as you admired his sculpted and scarred torso. 

“Turn around for me, love.”

You did as you were told, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest.

His hands suddenly came up on you again, going downwards to your pussy as he outlined your lips. Pressing gently on the soft flesh.

Your hands immediately found purchase on top of his much bigger ones, your breathing picking up again.

He inserted two fingers in you, pushing them in and out and curling them in just the right spot, hitting your already frayed nerves and stretching you open for him. Keeping the rhythm of his fingers up, slowly getting you towards the edge again when suddenly,

You were left empty as Jing Yuan retracted his hand and wiped it onto his pants as he unzipped them, before hooking both his hands under your plush thighs and lifting your slit above his cock.

“Tell me if you need a break.”

Before you could respond, he was already impaling you on his cock, pushing you down slowly as you reached back with your hands and grabbed his neck while arching your back.

“F-Fuck- too much-”

“You can take it, I know you can.”

He whispered breathlessly as he continued pushing you down until you met the base of his cock.

“There we go.”

Jing Yuan waited for you to adjust while rubbing gentle circles on your clit, watching intently as you fought to gain back your breath.

You were struggling at this point, mind in a haze at the feeling of being so full. Not knowing where to place your hands you blurted our the first coherent thought that came to your mind.

“. . .Tie my hands, please.”

Now it was the general’s turn to be surprised, you were not one to beg usually. He smiled coyly as he grabbed your discarded t-shirt and rolled it up to form a makeshift knot.

“If i was aware we were going to this tonight, I wouldve prepared more.”

You pushed your hands out together in front of you impatiently, just wanting to move but not trusting your shaking legs to carry through.

Jing Yuan kissed around your ears again started working on binding your hands immediately. Securing it as tight as he could, he tugged on it before pecking you on the cheek.

“There. Is that better?”

“Yes.”

You were fully panting now, subtly grinding yourself on his cock.

Jing yuan took it as his cue to move and hooked his hands under your thighs again before lifting you off his cock.

The split second where you were left empty was enough for you to whine. He wasn’t a cruel lover, though, he thrusted back in, filling you instantly.

He kept the tempo of fast but deep strokes and before long you could feel your second orgasm approaching.

Suddenly, there was a change as he pushed you down onto the wooden floor face first and ass up, the angle making him reach in different areas.

Your tied hands were above your head as you got rubbed on the floor like a mop cloth from his powerful thrusts. Jing Yuan bent over and draped his larger frame over your back, holding down your shaking hands with one of his own and thrusting faster.

“Come on, come for me.”

He whispered into your ear, again, reaching his other hand down to play with your clit.

And that's all it took for you to orgasm, releasing over his cock as he kept his pace.

For a few seconds, you blanked out completely, caught up in the haze of your orgasm that you didn't even notice Jing Yuan continuing,

That was until you were brought back to reality by a hit of overstimulation, tears already collecting at your lashes as the pleasure soared through your entire body.

“Y-Yu-”

“Just a little more.”

He continued rubbing fast circles over your clit and you could feel the tendrils of your third orgasm creeping up on you as you clenched around him hard.

It pierced through you just as your boyfriend finally released inside you, hot liquid filling you up and you felt so full.

Jing Yuan panted as he rested some of his body weight on you, essentially pinning you in place and having no way to move. Just the way you like it.

He grabbed your hips with both his hands as he gently thrusted a few times to get the last few seconds of pleasure in, wrecking your already overstimulated pussy.

“. . . I think my reward is incomplete.” He said after a few beats of silence.

“Absolutely not.” 

Jing Yuan laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back onto his lap and rested himself against the sofa, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

The both of you relished in the afterglow for a bit with him still stuffed inside you, just enjoying and soaking each other’s presence, you were the first to speak.

“Horny bastard, you really piledrived me on the floor of our living room.” You laughed while pecking at his cheeks.

“Me? I’m the horny one now? You were the one that suggested this game in the first place!”

Jing Yuan feigned hurt as he tightened his hold on you, eyeing you cheekily as your ears turned red.

“I didn’t proposition sex! It was a game to-”

“To what? Play house with each other?” Jing Yuan asked in an amused tone before continuing,

“You wanted it to end like this, didn’t you?”

“Not on the goddamn floor! I’m gonna have bruises from this tomorrow, I hope you're happy.”

You pouted and held your (still bound) hands close to your chest, hearing Jing Yuan snicker and feeling his chest shake.

“I’ll give you a massage right now, on the bed this time, to make up for it”

“And then what? Escalate it into having sex again? I need to walk tomorrow, Yu.”

“You know me too well.”

You looked at him into his eyes and he simply gave you a crooked smile

“Untie my hands, we need to clean up and get to bed”

“Hmm… How about I let you go now and you let me enjoy my reward in the shower again?”

You sighed before nodding in acceptance, you weren’t going to feel your legs tomorrow.

This is the price you pay for provoking the sleeping lion.

“Horny bastard.”

[baenakinskywalker]

treacherous

chapter one: i'd be smart to walk away

 “I’ve come here with a proposition in mind.” So she’s looking to become a kept woman? Even with dwindling funds, he could be convinced. Rupert brings the teacup to his mouth and tries to imagine what Agatha O’Hara might look like under all of those black layers.  “We should be married.” The Viscount nearly chokes on his tea.

rating: e

words: 3,370

a/n: the devil in winter au is finally here! thank you to @popjunkie42 for the beta read, and honestly to all of you who have been as excited about this as i am. enjoy!

read under the cut or on ao3!

London, 1843

Rupert, Lord Campbell-Black certainly hadn’t been expecting guests tonight. Most of the day was spent with Gerald, pouring over his estate’s accounts — little good news to be found in the ledgers, between the lackluster harvest and his recent losing horse bets. Some female company might well improve his mood, but given the late hour and his reputation, any lady coming to call at his terrace house would only be asking for scandal. 

And not many ladies actively seek out scandal.

Which is why, seated in a great wingback chair at the desk in his library, a glass of liquor surely making a ring on the cherry wood, Rupert cocks his head as Bodkin announces a guest. 

“My Lord, the lady is quite insistent. Might I let her into the parlor?”

“What are the odds we can pack her into her carriage and send her back home?”

Bodkin stiffens. “There is no carriage outside, my Lord. It appears she’s either sent it away or walked from…wherever it is she came from.”

Well, that sparks his interest. Who would dare walk here at night? The terrace sits just outside of Hyde Park, but London is dangerous when the sun goes down no matter where you roam. And why has she come here?

“Very well. Bring her into the parlor, and I’ll be there momentarily.” Rupert nods, and Bodkin bows — or as close as he can get at his advanced age — and retreats. After draining the glass on his desk, he follows. 

Rupert walks slowly down the hallway toward the front room of his house. The dogs, who had been lounging on the staircase, perk up as their master comes by and follow him dutifully to the parlor. They’re well trained and make no noise, save the scrape of their claws on the wood floors. 

“Can I have a c-cup of t-t—tea, please?”

His mystery lady is either chilled to the bone or has a stammer. Interesting. 

“Right away, miss,” Bodkin says, nearly slamming into Rupert as he enters the parlor. 

He steadies his butler with a hand on his shoulder. “Easy, man.”

Bodkin just nods, scurrying toward the kitchen. No doubt, Mrs. Bodkin has retired for the evening, so he’ll be on his own. God knows what the poor lady will be served to drink. 

Finally, his eyes land on her. She rises from a tufted chair, and the first thing Rupert notices is her hair. Auburn, like the turn of the leaves just as autumn begins. It’s pinned in a simple chignon, unlike so many of the elaborate coiffures spied at balls and other events among the peerage. 

 A curl hangs loose at the nape of her neck. She’s young, can’t be more than two-and-twenty, if that. His eyes scan downward, and he sees the black dress in an unadorned fabric. 

So she’s in mourning. 

The lady curtsies, still silent. 

Rupert raises an eyebrow. “And you are?”

She takes a breath, blue eyes wide. “Lord Campbell-Black, t-thank you for allowing me entry into your home.”

“I’m not typically in the business of turning women away, least of all at night,” he drawls. A pink flush spreads across her freckled cheeks. “Now, your name?”

It’s then that Bodkin returns with a tray containing a teapot, two cups, saucers, and milk and sugar. 

Rupert glares. “That was very efficient. Thank you.” 

When the two of them are alone again, the woman sits. Her hands shake as she pours two cups of tea, and she swallows hard when offering one to him. 

Perhaps any of her courage dissipated as soon as she realized the gravity of visiting Campbell-Black House at night. Her reputation, whatever it is, could be decimated. He almost feels sorry for the poor thing. 

“My Lord.” Her clear voice rings out through the parlor, seemingly stronger than before. Rupert reaches for his own cup of tea and sets his eyes on the woman before him. “My name is Agatha O’Hara.”

O’Hara. Where does he know that name from?

“My f-father, Declan O’Hara, died very recently.” 

Declan. The newspaper — Rupert didn’t read it himself, but there was a shock through the city when word spread of his carriage accident. 

“My sincerest condolences, Miss O’Hara.” 

“Thank you, my Lord.” She sips at her tea, then places the cup down onto the saucer and clasps her hands in her lap. “I’ve come here with a proposition in mind.”

So she’s looking to become a kept woman? Even with dwindling funds, he could be convinced. Rupert brings the teacup to his mouth and tries to imagine what Agatha O’Hara might look like under all of those black layers. 

“We should be married.”

The Viscount nearly chokes on his tea. “What?” One of the pups yelps, and Rupert’s eyes snap to where Beaver sniffs a small carpet bag, tucked behind a chair. She’s serious.

Agatha winces, pressing her hands tighter together. “It would be a-a—advantageous for the both of us, I assure you.”

“And how exactly is that possible? You have no title, am I correct?” She nods. “But —”

“Given the fact that twenty minutes ago, I’d never even heard of you, you can’t have a fortune, either.”

“Actually, I —”

“So I’m afraid you’re wasting both of our time Miss —”

“Please let me f-finish!” She stands abruptly, cheeks stained a darker shade of red — from shame, anger, or a mix of both, Rupert isn’t sure. Few women dare to shout at him. There’s something very different about Miss O’Hara indeed, apart from her lack of social standing. 

He holds up both hands in surrender. “Of course. My apologies.”

Eyes wide and chest rising and falling rapidly — a nice chest, Rupert notes — Agatha worries at her bottom lip. “I was saying that I actually do possess a fortune. My father left his business and money to me in his will.”

She has a fortune. Declan O’Hara had to have been making a decent income from his paper. But all left to his daughter? “Your father had no male heir?”

“Well, no, he does—did, I mean.” She sits back down, back ramrod straight. “My older brother, Patrick. But he’s at Oxford, and my father always said he had no head for the b-business.”

“So he left it all to you.”

“I love that newspaper,” she says simply. “And now it’s all I have left of my father.”

“That doesn’t explain why you need to marry now, does it? After all, you’re still in mourning. It’s not exactly en vogue to wed when one is still in all black.”

“Do you know Earl Baddingham?” Agatha asks quietly. 

Rupert’s jaw clenches. The memory of a ball at Baddingham’s Cotchester estate floods his mind. Candlelight, a string quartet, and a dinner that tasted like ash in his mouth. Most importantly, a missing host — and heiress. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“He was once a business partner of my father’s, but they had a falling out. Not long after that, my father left the Corinium Chronicle to start his own paper. When it became the more successful of the two, Lord Baddingham became jealous. Angry.”

Talk of Baddingham’s temper, his constant string of mistresses, is commonplace at every club in London. But his targets are usually other gentlemen. “What’s that got to do with you?”

She huffs, like he’s taking up her time. “He’s trying to force a match with his son so that he can control my father’s newspaper and take his fortune  But if I’m already m-married —”

“Then Baddingham can’t take your money or your paper from you.” It’s a smart move, all things considered. Perhaps Agatha has more sense for business than even he does. 

Something like hope sparkles in her blue eyes. She wouldn’t make a terrible bride, if what she says about her fortune is to be believed. “Now you understand why I came here.”

“Almost,” Rupert says, snuffing out that hope and making her slim shoulders droop. She looks exhausted, like a good night’s sleep, a hot bath, and a hearty meal would set her to rights. He could offer all that and more. There’s just one final question in his mind. “Why me?”

“You’re as desperate as I am,” Agatha says plainly. 

He bites back a laugh. “How do you figure that?”

Her eyes narrow. “Your bad investments aren’t as secretive as you think, my Lord. And it’s well-known that your c-courtship with Cameron Cook came to an abrupt end recently.” She looks down into her lap, then peers up at him through her dark lashes. “I do come from a newspaper, after all.”

Miss Cook had turned plenty of heads on his arm, and he wasn’t exactly tight-lipped about his luck in their courtship — especially at the horse track, or at Bas’ club. Everyone knows his situation. “Am I to believe that I’m the only desperate man in all of London? Why me, Miss O’Hara?”

Her bright blue eyes narrow. “Must I really stroke your ego, my Lord?”

Rupert nods. “Do you find me handsome? Charming? Or am I completely loathsome? I’d like to know where I stand, darling.”

She makes a little noise of indignation. “Right now, I find you utterly ab-ab—abhorrent.” When he raises his brows, she huffs and continues. “But if you must know, yes, I’ve heard that you’re rather…charming when it’s convenient. And now, given both of our circumstances, it would be convenient for you to m-marry me.”

“If I agree to this scheme, what happens next?” Rupert asks. He leans back in his chair, watches closely as Agatha sits up a little straighter. 

“Ideally,” she says, “we’d leave for Gretna Green tonight.”

“We can’t wait until morning?”

“Since my father’s death, Lord Baddingham and his son have been…very attentive, to say the least. They call it a courtesy, checking in on the family of ‘such an old friend.’” Her brows press together, the wrinkle between them marring her pretty face. “A few of the servants have been encouraging me to g-give in. I think he’s paying them off to get information about me. Whereabouts.”

“Were you followed here tonight?” Rupert asks. 

Agatha frowns, and he thinks again that it’s a shame to see that dour expression on such a lovely girl. “I couldn’t tell. If he is having me f-followed, he sends different teams out on different days.” 

She’s putting on a brave face, the little bird. But her wide, blue eyes shine with fear. Desperation. She has things worth protecting, and it’s costing her dearly. Costing him dearly, too. With his search for a wealthy wife, Rupert hadn’t given much thought to what marriage would actually entail. 

Being a husband. Sharing his home, his life with the scared creature across from him. Perhaps it wouldn’t be all bad. Consummating their marriage certainly wouldn’t be. Rupert wouldn’t mind producing an heir with her. 

Those blue eyes and auburn hair on a babe would be a pleasing sight, indeed.

He drains what’s left in his teacup. Cold, and frankly not the best brew he’s ever had, surely thanks to Bodkin’s lack of skill in the kitchen. If Rupert alerts the coachman now, they could leave within the hour. Arrive in Gretna Green in four days — three, if they push. 

Rupert could be in possession of a Viscountess with a great fortune and a thriving business. 

Foiling Earl Baddingham’s plans would be the icing on the cake.

“Agatha O’Hara, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

She beams, a bright, wide smile painted between her rosy cheeks. “Th-thank you, my Lord. And please” — she holds out her hand like she intends for them to shake on it — “call me Taggie.”

Taggie. 

Lady Campbell-Black. 

Rupert crosses the short distance between them and takes her hand, bringing it to his mouth instead. He presses a kiss to her bare knuckles, feeling rather self-satisfied when she sucks in a breath. “Then I insist you call me Rupert, angel.”

—

Coming to Campbell-Black house had been an enormous gamble. But Taggie O’Hara had to get out of Lord Baddingham’s clutches somehow, and making a deal with the most notorious rake in London was perhaps the only way. Still, there was a very real possibility that Lord Campbell-Black — Rupert — would turn her away.

Her father’s passing is still a gash through her heart — one that may well never repair itself. With every breath, the pain sears. But now, still in mourning, she’s preparing for an elopement. This isn’t the way Taggie ever imagined a marriage beginning. She hadn’t been naive enough to hope for a love match, but companionship had crossed her mind. Kindness. 

A partnership.

All things that seem quite out of reach now that Rupert is part of the equation.

Though, truthfully, he is rather handsome. She’s suddenly struck by the thought that by marrying this man, she’ll have to lie with him — just the once, so the marriage can’t be annulled. 

Her face flames.

Bodkin escorts her to one of the spare bedrooms upstairs to freshen up. It’s a beautiful terrace house, if not a little impersonal, Taggie notes as she climbs the stairs. Rich wallpaper and tasteful artwork climb from the entry to the upper floor, and there are dark, sturdy pieces of furniture throughout. 

Still a bachelor’s home.

After they wed, this will be her home — at least until Baddingham gives up his chase for the newspaper. There’s also Caitlin, who, since their father’s death, has been staying with their patroness, Lady Vereker. It’s a small mercy Taggie is endlessly grateful for, but it’s not a permanent solution to their predicament. She hadn’t mentioned her younger sister out of fear that it could be a mark against her.

Would a bachelor thrust into a marriage of convenience really wish to share his home with a girl of sixteen? This spring is meant to be Caitlin’s first season. What will Rupert think of that?

There’s a long road ahead of them. Plenty of time to iron out the details — or to be abandoned at an inn somewhere between here and Scotland. 

A pair of footmen carry a slipper tub into the bedroom, placing it gently before the fireplace and filling it with water. Taggie disrobes as quickly as she can on her own, placing the layers of dress on the four-poster bed in the middle of the room. It’s one of just three dresses she thought to bring.  

She sinks as far down as she can into the tub. The water is hot, far hotter than she usually has the luxury of bathing in, so she closes her eyes and breathes slowly. Thinking.

With no lady’s maid to wash her hair, Taggie does it herself with a pitcher of warm, clean water left on a wooden stool beside the tub. The provided soap is light and vaguely floral in scent — the combination of everything makes her want to curl up in bed and sleep until at least tomorrow.

But they’ll be on the road to Gretna Green soon, so sleep must wait.

There’s a knock at the door, and Taggie jolts in the water, sloshing a little over the edge. She thinks of Lord Baddingham and young Archie — not quite Caitlin’s age. They always come around well past when it’s appropriate to receive visitors, but the maids and butler keep letting them inside despite her wishes. Last night, they came with an ultimatum: say yes, or they’d hunt down Caitlin. 

That’s what sent this plan into motion.

Another knock, followed by an older woman’s voice. “Miss O’Hara? I can help you dress if you’d like.”

Taggie takes a deep, calming breath, and glances at her black mourning dress — and the rest of the layers that need to go on underneath. Getting undressed was one thing, but getting it all back on is entirely another. “C-come in.”

In walks a plump woman in a plain work gown, her hair in a simple plait down her back threaded with silver. “I’m Mrs. Bodkin.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Taggie says, crossing her arms under the water. 

Mrs. Bodkin lays a towel on the edge of the tub, then smartly turns around. “I hear you’re to be the lady of the house, but we’re not on familiar terms yet.” She chuckles, a warm, raspy sound. “I’m very sorry I wasn’t there to assist you and Lord Campbell-Black when you arrived. My husband’s tea isn’t all it could be, I’m afraid.”

Taggie stands, water dripping down her naked skin, and hoists the towel — warm, thank the lord — up under her arms. Her hair sticks to her neck and shoulders. “It’s n-no trouble at all, madam. You weren’t expecting company, I’m certain.”

“You’re right, we weren’t.” Mrs. Bodkin faces her with a soft smile. “Still, it’s an awful lot of male spirit to face on your own. But you did, didn’t you?”

She asks, like it was a choice. But truly, it was a necessity. Taggie would have faced the Queen herself if it meant real protection for her and Caitlin. “I suppose I did.”

Taggie sits on a wooden bench at the end of the bed and slides her stockings on. She manages her chemise by herself, and Mrs. Bodkin helps with her stays. Then, after her bodice and skirt are on, Mrs. Bodkin offers to do her hair. 

“We’ve never had a lady in the house, so please excuse my work, Miss O’Hara. But I can’t very well let you leave here with wet, unbound hair. You’ll freeze to death before you even leave Hyde Park!”

“I’m sure you do a fine job,” Taggie says softly. Her eyes flutter closed as the older woman combs through her hair. The feeling reminds her of the times her mother would do this, before she passed. Now, Taggie’s the one to do it for Caitlin, despite the small staff their father employed.

When her hair is finished, four plaits crossed over each other and securely pinned at the nape of her neck, Mrs. Bodkin escorts her back down the stairs. Already, Taggie longs for the warm bedroom. Perhaps she might be allowed that one after her return from Gretna Green. 

Rupert meets them in the foyer, nodding at Mrs. Bodkin to dismiss her. She squeezes Taggie’s shoulder before murmuring her goodbyes and retreating to her quarters. 

“Ready?” Rupert asks. “I’ve had your things stowed in the carriage already.” Something about him seems wolfish now. He looks at her straight on, making her mouth go dry. Deep green eyes, the color of very expensive emeralds. Dark, thick hair. A mouth curled into a perpetual smirk, and healthy, tanned skin. 

Not to mention his broad shoulders and towering height. Taggie looks up and nods. “Yes, I’m r-ready, my Lord.”

“Oh, angel.” He offers his arm. She rests her hand just above his elbow, acutely aware of how it felt the last time they touched — his lips on her hand. “What did I say about using my given name?”

Taggie shivers beneath her wool dress. He escorts her outside, where the chill only intensifies in the cold London night. Snow falls in wet clumps around them, already creating piles of mush in the road. It’s going to be a long trip.

“I’m t-terribly sorry. Rupert.” 

He flashes her a grin that could no doubt put a lady in a compromising position. Ruefully, Taggie admits to herself that she’s already in a compromising position — but if she weren’t, that grin would be all the more dangerous. 

A footman puts the step down, and Rupert opens the carriage door. It’s well-appointed, but still only a carriage. Thankfully, she spies some thick blankets arranged on the seats. Rupert helps her inside, and then follows. When the door shuts, and the horses start, it hits her. The man she’s sitting across from will be her husband in four days’ time. 

“If you get cold,” Rupert starts, eyeing her carefully, “you can always join me on this side of the carriage.” 

She’s about to politely decline the offer when he adds, “And if you get very cold, we might warm up by practicing for our wedding night.” He winks, then leans back like a king upon his throne.

Taggie blanches. 

What has she done?

[sgiandubh]

So now Tony is listed as director at all of Cait‘s companies. What do you think about that?

Dear So Now Anon,

What a coincidence (not!) I just answered a very similar Anon sent to @bat-cat-reader, which I suppose is clear enough.

But to make it even clearer (if at all possible) and keeping in mind what I wrote in that post about Persons of Significant Control, let's check a couple of things, shall we? For all the three other companies C owns.

They probably split 50/50 already, which would explain the rather vague 'has significant influence or control'. Why?

Here is why:

The currently available Balance Sheet, covering the period until 31 December 2023 shows there is not much in there. Barely 100 shares (1£/share), about 59K £ assets and 11 K £ of debts. May I remind you a balance sheet covers the company's assets (available funds, including incoming funds), liabilities (debts) and shareholder equity (the company's net worth, which is roughly the result of subtracting liabilities from assets and dividing them by the number of shareholders). The net worth serves to describe what each and every one of those shareholders are entitled to, should the company be liquidated and all its debts paid off. In this case, the retained earnings, which is the figure quoted between brackets (11.292 £) means the company is in debt/in the red.

Now, this is very interesting, Anon. Albeit The Happy Couple ™ are now both appointed officers in this company (and T has been so since October 1st 2024), this company's designated PSC is ... Byron Benirras. And who is Byron Benirras' own designated sole PSC? A certain Caitriona Mary B. That is normal - serious 💷💷is indirectly involved, this time, as we know the bulk of her assets is placed there. Therefore, C has full control and sole ownership of Little Nugget Films, too, via Byron Benirras. Remember (ROFLMAO): a legal person (i.e. a company, in this context) has the same rights and the same obligations/duties as the natural (meaning 'real') person behind it (C).

Let's have a look at financials:

On 31.03.2023, the company's assets were about 2.500 £ only and its liabilities around 17K£. In debt/in the red, too. But a clear will to remain in firm control of things from C's side.

This appears to be a totally, carefully planned move, too - future plans, perhaps?

This company has not two, but three appointed officers, one of which is another specialized service company (perfectly legal, in the UK), in charge of all the secretarial work (perfectly legal, too):

Not one, but two PSCs. Same mechanism as for FMN Drinks UK (see above):

Such a nice, tidy, even split. Why? Heh, indeed: why? Unless...

Let's have a look at the company's balance sheet on 31 March 2023:

Unless you do acquire real estate using your own funds (a very easy cross check with another one of C's companies reveals the exclusive provenance of those funds - sssh!), no mortgage and no bank loan needed. Property that is legally defined as investment property, which means it cannot legally be a home, nor taxed as such:

[Source: https://prosperity-wealth.co.uk/news/before-you-buy-investment-property/]

Now remind me what real estate might have been bought anytime between 31 March 2022 and 31 March 2023 and valued at about 2.120.000 £?

You'd probably be correct to guess this one:

[ For a complete tour of the GLA Taj Mahal's legal intricacies: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/764266729372368897/anon-rebelde-detecto-un-nerviosismo-muy-revelador?source=share]

Let's have a second look and, surely enough...

Some simple maths?

2.292.567 (amounts falling due within one year, which covers the 31.03.2022 -31.03.2023 period) - 2.167.392 (net current liabilities) = 125.175 £ (cash at bank). Roger that. I think there is also a second investment property, bought before 31 March 2022 for 1.6 million pounds and shown as such (valued at cost first, then at its fair value, which is evaluated at 1.9 million pounds, in 2023 - a nice appreciation of the initial investment).

I hope this answers your question, Anon. And given the very long and very emotional day that ended (whew, already?) about four hours ago, I hope I didn't miss something or make any gross mistake. You know how some other Anons can be, don't you?

[feng-xunlu]

L i t e r a l l y S c r e a m e d -this parallel-

And the fact that both have actually very likely canonly happened...! Chuuya did say something along the lines of "Lend me your shoulder" to Akutagawa before the video cut off in Dead Apple -which is literally happening in this picture- so the fact we actually got a picture off it..!!!!

And the first one between Dazai and Atsushi is 100% possible to have happened as well if you ask me.

CHUUYA MAY NOT PLAY A BIG PART IN THE NEW DOUBLE BLACK Yet we hopeeee-!!! BUT ALL FOUR SURE IS DEPICTED OFTEN TOGETHER IN OFFICIAL ART.

And often, with either the pairs: Akutagawa and Atsushi - Chuuya and Dazai or Akutagawa and Chuuya - Atsushi and Dazai

#LetChuuyabeAMentorishFigureforAkutagawaLikeDazaiIsForAtsushi

THESE PARALLELS WHERE CHUUYA AND AKUTAGAWA ARE TOGETHER AND DAZAI AND ATSUSHI ARE TOGETHER I SWEAR I LOVE THEM—

#LetChuuyabeAMentorishFigureforAkutagawaLikeDazaiIsForAtsushi

These three alone are together quite a lot as well -! Love that second one specifically...!✨ 

Which makes sense! It is more or less only Dazai from the old Double Black who has been a part of the new one so far. No point denying that.

So of course there's art with only the three of them. But there is ALSO art with all four, so perhaps at a later time...?

What I mean is that I'm personally hoping Chuuya will be a part of it somehow too in the future ...! Because it hasn't yet. As far as we know- But it could.

Maybe the Production team at BONES would like to see Chuuya in on it as well in the future considering there's a lot of official art from them with all four..

At the very least they must like the parallels between them.. orrr they simply know the fans like them.

Yeahhhh, maybe it's just to feed the fans. But hey, at least they serve us really well. ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ 

Or mayyyybe if we are super, SUPER lucky it's hinting at it-?? am I delusional? I am- aren't I- They aren't the author after all- Do Asagiri or Harukawa approve of all official art now we are at the topic? Or maybe comment on it? hmmmm...

Okay, I just reaaalllyyyy wanna see more Akutagawa and Chuuya interaction...!!!! I love that possible parallel between Atsushi and Dazai having a mentor-student relationship and Akutagawa and Chuuya getting something similar as well.

Like Chuuya giving him advice and stuff. Show concern for him?

I also wanna see Atsushi and Chuuya interact........at lot.......

Is it unrealistic?

Yes it is ALL official art. ✨ 

Annnd this was the second post of a list of posts with official art I would make, heheh, if anyone remembers that, it's a long time ago I posted the first one, but here you go! Thanks for reading-！

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 21/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt

Word Count: 3377

A/N: This is part 21 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As you stood there in the bathroom, staring at your reflection, the tumult of emotions swirling within you threatened to overwhelm you. Jay's presence in your life had brought moments of joy and comfort, but now faced with the prospect of intimacy, you found yourself grappling with feelings you hadn't fully acknowledged.

Your mind wandered back to Ben, his absence palpable yet his memory hauntingly present. Could you truly move forward with someone else, knowing the lingering shadow of Ben hung over you?

The sound of Jay's voice outside the bathroom door broke through your reverie, a reminder of the present moment and the person waiting on the other side. Part of you longed to confide in him, to share the inner turmoil consuming you, but another part hesitated, fearing his reaction and the potential fallout of your honesty.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay?". His tone was gentle, laced with concern. "You seem… off. Is there something you want to talk about?".

You hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in. Jay's genuine concern only served to amplify the turmoil within you. How could you explain the maelstrom of emotions churning inside your chest without delving into the depths of your past?

"I'm… I'm fine", you replied, your voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Just… dealing with some things".

There was a moment of silence before Jay spoke again, his tone softer now, filled with understanding. "You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever it is, I'm here for you".

His words tugged at something deep within you, a flicker of hope amidst the chaos.

"I know", you murmured. "I just… need some time to sort things out".

You stepped out of the bathroom, your eyes red.

"C´mere", he whispered.

Feeling Jay’s arms envelop you in a comforting embrace, you let out a shaky breath, momentarily finding solace in his warmth. But his next words shattered the fragile calm that had settled over you.

“I just… I can’t shake this feeling”, Jay murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he held you close. “It’s like… I’m all in, you know? But sometimes it feels like you’re… not as committed to this as I am. I know we haven't been together that long, but it feels like you don't really want the whole thing”.

His words hung heavy in the air, a weighty reminder of the unspoken tensions simmering beneath the surface of your relationship. You swallowed hard, the guilt of withholding your true feelings threatening to suffocate you.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, your voice tinged with regret. “I don’t mean to make you feel that way. It’s just… complicated”.

Jay pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours for answers. “Complicated how?”, he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But as you met his gaze, the sincerity in his eyes urged you to be honest.

“There’s… someone else”, you confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Was someone else, I… I don´t know. It´s someone from my… past, I guess. And I… I’m still trying to figure out what that means for me… for us”.

Jay’s expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before he masked it with a forced smile. “I see”, he said quietly, though his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. “I guess I always knew there was something more”.

You reached out to touch his arm, a silent plea for understanding. “It’s not that I don’t care about you”, you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s just… complicated”.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of your confession hanging heavily between you.

Feeling Jay’s gaze fixed on you, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself to share a glimpse of the tangled web that had ensnared your heart.

“We had… a connection, a deep one. But things didn’t end well”.

Jay listened intently, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

“And now”, you whispered, the words barely “now I’m here, with you. But… but part of me still feels tied to him, to what we had”.

Jay looked down at you, his gaze searching yours with a mixture of compassion and uncertainty.

"Are you sure you're ready for a new relationship?", he asked. "I mean, if part of you still feels tied to him… it's okay to take more time to figure things out".

Your heart ached at his words, the truth of his question hitting you with a force you hadn't anticipated. Were you truly ready to move on, to fully commit to a new relationship?

You shrugged, unable to meet Jay's gaze as a pang of guilt washed over you. "I don't know", you admitted. "I want to be, but… it's hard".

A flicker of hurt crossed Jay's features at your words, his shoulders slumping slightly as he struggled to mask his disappointment. "I understand", he said quietly, though the pain in his eyes betrayed the depth of his feelings. "I just… I want you to be happy, whatever that means for you… for us".

Tears welled in your eyes as you reached out to him, desperate to ease the ache you had caused. "I'm sorry", you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I don't want to hurt you".

Jay enveloped you again in a gentle embrace, holding you close as if trying to shield you from the pain of your own indecision. "It's okay", he murmured against your hair, his voice filled with a quiet resignation. "We'll figure it out together, okay?".

And as you clung to him, the weight of your uncertainty pressing down on you.

With everything swirling in your mind, you felt as though you were losing yourself in the chaos. The person you once knew, the one who had made promises and believed in love, seemed like a distant memory now.

After letting yourself in with Ben, you were pretending to be someone you weren't. And now, with Jay, you had thrown yourself into a new relationship, hoping to find solace in his kindness and affection. But in the process, you were hurting him, and the realization cut you to the core.

As Jay held you close, offering comfort and understanding despite the turmoil within you, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at your insides. How could you continue to deceive him, to pretend that everything was fine when you were barely holding yourself together?

More tears welled in your eyes as you buried your face in Jay's chest, seeking refuge from the storm raging within you. "I don't know who I am anymore", you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion.

Jay held you tighter, his own heart heavy with the weight of your pain. "It's okay", he whispered, his voice filled with compassion. "We'll figure it out together. Just… be honest with me, okay? That's all I ask".

You nodded against his chest.

Jay held you close, his arms a comforting embrace as he gently brushed his hand over your back, soothing the ache that had settled deep within you.

"Hey", he murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear. "When was the last time you visited your mom, or your family? Or at least met with some friends?".

His question hung in the air, a stark reminder of the isolation that had gradually encroached upon your life in recent weeks. You thought back, trying to recall the last time you had reached out to anyone outside of your interactions with Jay, but the memory eluded you.

"I… I don't know", you admitted. "It's been a while. I've been so caught up in everything… I guess I lost track of time".

Jay's embrace tightened slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the loneliness that had crept into your life unnoticed. "Maybe… maybe it's time to reach out to them. They care about you, you know?".

Again you nodded against his chest, the weight of his words sinking in.

Jay pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. "Come on", he said softly, his voice tender as he gently pulled away from your embrace. "Let's go back to the living room".

As you settled back onto the couch, Jay wrapped his arms around you once more, pulling you close as if to reassure himself of your presence. His touch was gentle, yet persistent, as he continued to brush his hand over your arm in a comforting gesture.

With each stroke, a sense of calm washed over you, the weight of your worries momentarily lifted by Jay's unwavering affection. Just like it has been for the last few weeks.

As you nestled into his embrace, Jay let out a soft sigh, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

"I think… I think you need to figure out your feelings", he murmured, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I don't want to push you into anything, but… I really like you. And… and I do not want to lose you. Whether as a girlfriend or just a friend".

His admission hung in the air, a vulnerable confession of his own desires and fears. You turned to look at him, finding solace in the warmth of his gaze as he continued.

"So maybe… maybe we can take it slow", Jay suggested, his voice tentative yet hopeful. "We don't have to rush into anything. We can just… see where things go".

His words resonated within you, a gentle reminder that healing and growth often came with time and patience. You nodded in agreement, a sense of relief washing over you as you leaned into his embrace.

"Thank you", you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "For understanding".

Jay smiled softly, his fingers kept tracing soothing circles on your arm. "Always", he replied. "I'm here for you, no matter what".

In the days that followed, Jay and you spent countless hours talking, sharing stories, and getting to know each other on a deeper level. His presence became a source of comfort and stability, grounding you in the midst of uncertainty.

With each conversation, you felt pieces of yourself falling back into place, like a puzzle slowly being reassembled. Jay's patience and understanding gave you the space to explore your feelings and rediscover the person you once were.

One day, feeling a newfound sense of confidence and belonging, you suggested visiting the team again. Jay readily agreed, eager to meet the people who had played such a significant role in your life.

After introducing Jay to the others, everyone told you about the latest events, gave you an update on Homelander, and told you what it was like in the executive suite at Vought. Despite the distance and time apart, the bond you shared with them remained as strong as ever.

As the evening stretched on, you found yourselves gathered at a cozy bar with Hughie, Annie and Jay. Annie told you about her temporary leading position at vought.

You listened with admiration as she described the challenges and triumphs of her new role, marveling at her resilience and determination. Despite the pressures she faced, Annie seemed to thrive in the leadership position.

Meanwhile, Jay struck up a conversation with Hughie, the two of them quickly hitting it off. They exchanged stories and shared laughs, bonding over their mutual interests and experiences. You watched with a smile as Jay's easygoing charm drew Hughie out of his shell, the two of them becoming fast friends.

After a while, Annie led you to the bar to get some new drinks, the lively chatter of Hughie and Jay faded into the background, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you waited for the bartender to take your order, Annie leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial.

"So, what's the deal with you and Jay?", she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I have to say, I really like him. You've definitely hit a good one".

You smiled weakly, grateful for Annie's support but unable to shake the weight of your own uncertainty. "He's great", you admitted, your voice tinged with hesitation. "But… I'm still trying to figure things out".

Annie nodded in understanding, her expression sympathetic. "I get it", she said softly. "But just know that Jay really cares about you. And if anyone can help you through whatever you're going through, it's him".

You sighed, the weight of her words settling heavily on your shoulders. "I know", you murmured, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart. "I just wish things weren't so… complicated".

Annie let out a sigh, her frustration evident as she leaned in closer, her voice tinged with exasperation.

“You need to forget about Ben”, she insisted, her tone firm. “He’s not worth your time or your heartache. You have someone amazing right in front of you, someone who genuinely cares about you”.

You nodded, knowing deep down that Annie was right. But as much as you wanted to let go, the pull of your feelings for Ben remained stubbornly strong.

“I know”, you replied softly, your voice filled with resignation. “But it’s not that easy. Ben… he made me feel things no one else ever could, or ever will”.

Annie rolled her eyes, her disdain for Ben evident in the way her lips curled into a frown. “Yeah, well, he was also a huge dick most of the time”, she muttered under her breath.

You couldn’t help but chuckle weakly at her bluntness. “That’s true”, you admitted with a rueful smile. “But despite everything, there was still something about him…”.

Annie shook her head, her frustration evident as she reached out to squeeze your hand in a gesture of support. “But you deserve someone who treats you right”.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the difficult conversation ahead. "I know Ben wasn't always ideal", you began, your voice tinged with emotion. "But he… he literally risked his life for me so many times… We, he, was special. We had something special".

"If there was really something special, he wouldn't have just left", she said bluntly, her words hitting you like a punch to the gut.

The truth in Annie's words cut deep, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you. You knew she was right, that Ben's departure had left a gaping hole in your heart that seemed impossible to fill. But despite the pain, a part of you couldn't let go of the memories, the moments of connection and intimacy that had once brought you so much joy.

Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to find the words to respond."But… it's not that simple…".

Annie reached out to you, her touch gentle as she wiped away your tears. "I'm sorry", she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just want you to be happy, that's all".

As you walked back to the table with Annie by your side, you couldn't shake the weight of her words echoing in your mind. With a heavy heart, you stole a glance at her, a silent plea for comfort and understanding.

"He didn't even say goodbye", you mumbled, the bitterness of the truth lingering on your tongue.

"He's just an asshole", she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But he… had his reasons", you replied quietly, thinking about russia, though even you weren't entirely convinced by your own words.

Annie shook her head, her frustration evident as she linked her arm with yours. "Maybe", she conceded, her voice softening. "But that doesn't excuse the way he treated you. You deserve better than that".

In the apartment, Butcher, MM and Frenchie sat in tense silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Frenchie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his brow furrowed with worry. “I don’t like lying to (y/n)”, he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with guilt.

Butcher let out a frustrated groan, his frustration palpable in the air. “If (y/n) knew we had captured Soldier Boy, she’d be on the next flight to free him”, he grumbled, his tone laced with bitterness.

MM glanced between his companions, his expression grave. “We can’t risk it”, he said firmly, his voice a quiet reminder of the stakes at hand.

Frenchie let out a frustrated grunt, his unease bubbling to the surface. "If that ever comes out, (y/n) will hate us all", he muttered.

Butcher's jaw tightened at the thought, his frustration boiling over into anger. "She won't find out", he snapped, his tone harsh and uncompromising. "No one is spilling the beans, understand?".

MM nodded in agreement, his expression solemn as he met Butcher's steely gaze. "We'll keep our mouths shut", he affirmed. "He wasn't good for her, Frenchie. He just used her".

But Frenchie shook his head adamantly, his brow furrowed with disagreement. "I don't think so", he interjected, his voice firm with conviction. "I think he really did love her".

Butcher scoffed at Frenchie's assertion, his skepticism evident in the way he narrowed his eyes. "Love? That's a load of rubbish", he retorted, his tone dismissive. "He's a bloody supe, Frenchie. They don't know the first thing about love".

Frenchie bristled at Butcher's words. "Clearly you didn't see the way he looked at her", he countered. "There was something real there, I'm telling you".

MM glanced between Butcher and Frenchie, a troubled expression crossing his features. "Maybe", he conceded reluctantly. "But even if he did love her, it doesn't change the fact that he's a liability now. We can't afford to have him jeopardize us".

Turning back towards Annie, you couldn't shake the nagging question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind. "But don't you think it's strange he didn't even say goodbye?", you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, we were kinda friends, right?".

Annie raised a skeptical eyebrow, her expression incredulous. "Friends?", she echoed, her tone laced with disbelief. "You're for real, (y/n)?".

You flushed slightly, taken aback by Annie's reaction. "Well, maybe not friends exactly," you admitted sheepishly. "But we… we had something".

Until now, you hadn't told anyone how much had actually happened between you and Ben, even if everyone could already guess.

Annie let out a sigh, her frustration evident as she shook her head. "I don't know what you had with Ben", she replied, her tone softer now. "But whatever it was, it's over now. You deserve better than someone who would just up and leave without a word".

Despite your best efforts to move forward, being back with the team brought a flood of emotions rushing back, intensifying the ache of missing Ben. Every corner of the room seemed to whisper his name, every familiar face a bittersweet reminder of the bond you had shared.

You found yourself lost in memories, replaying moments spent with Ben in your mind like a broken record. His absence felt like a gaping hole in the fabric of your reality, a void that no amount of distraction could fill.

And as you navigated through the days, the longing for Ben weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over even the most joyous moments. Despite the passage of time, the pain of his absence remained raw and unyielding.

And as you struggled to reconcile the past with the present, you couldn't shake the feeling that despite your best efforts, you were still trapped in a cycle of longing and loss.

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A/N: I hope this chapter makes you feel a little better :D There's still so much planned guys, just wait. Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 22

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Silmarillion Epistolary Week 2025 #1

here's to the mess we make

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Fingon to Maedhros, private correspondence, in Quenya:

Nelyo, Russandol, dearest and most beloved friend and cousin, or however it is you wish to be called these days:

My father is well, the weather is mild and fair at this time of year, no stray orcs since my last letter, and so, and so on. If you have anything more worth the effort of writing down to in that vein, please feel free to share – by which I mean, what new insult against law and love have you prevented T&C from committing recently? And the twins’ falconry project – have you already found the one you promised to me? (Which you did, I remind you) But lest you think me a poor correspondent, I do indeed have a weightier matter to describe – of which, in fact, you will be the first to hear.

Russo, I do believe I am in love.

She is a Sinda of Mithrim, named after the rose, and indeed as fair, though I will not attempt to do her (or indeed any other; I am no poet to describe charm or grace) justice for fear of making a fool of myself. But her hair is that rare silver, not so pale, but dark and yet still shining, and she wears her braids longer than Artanis.

But oh – how you would believe her to be of the house of Finwë by the way she carries herself! It is as if – as if all the other Sindar I have met in this land were looking down at the ground, and she was the first to look me in the eye. Not literally, of course, though she is tall for her people, but I cannot describe it to you better.

I want to see a crown of adamant upon those braids. She deserves to be part of this House – it is as if by a mistake of the tides of the world that she is not. I would rectify it.

Russandol, Russandol – how can I make you understand what I am speaking about – without having seen her, without having my heart within your chest. I love you, I love you; I am drunk on the world – and very foolish. I do not know whether she would ever return my affection – but I doubt she would be more likely to if she knew how silly I'm being, would she?

Russandol, forget the above and give me some advice! The political workings of such an issue would have to be tumultuous, would they not?

Lovingly, your Finno

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Maedhros to Fingon, private correspondence, in Quenya:

Dear Finno,

Should I reply to your desire for more concrete news in the same way as you have served me? No new outrage has happened in Himlad, thank you for asking. As for the falcons – ask the twins. They have told me nothing.

Some dunce set fire to the bathhouse by the city wall (accidentally, I presume – or at least hope). I have been doing my best to stop the entirely ridiculous rumour going around that it was the deed of a thrall, because yes, Morgoth certainly would set his sights on a bathhouse and at the hour when it's most empty, would he not? On such days as these, I hate the Noldor, I hate the Sindar, and I hate Middle Earth. You forbid me to joke about my own life and death, which I comply with, note, only because I owe it to you, so I will refrain from saying what else I hate. Either way, this is mostly in jest, I have had coffee and broken fast, and hardly feel as irritated as I was a while ago, but it bore saying.

Without further ado – regarding the heavy matter you dropped on me so suddenly – I am flattered that I am the first person you share this with (although, I wonder – have you spoken with anyone else by the time you are reading this? I might refrain from making it widely known if I were you)... but Finno. Finno. Have you – you must have – thought of the consequences of this in conjunction with certain deeds of the past? To wit, your untimely intervention in Alqualondë, curse myself and my house for bringing this upon you.

I am afraid you are in an unresolvable quandary on which I have little advice to give. There is nothing I would counsel you against more strictly than entering a holy and permanent relationship with a member of the third clan while concealing this matter, though. And yet you cannot think of telling her, I assume. Please tell me you do not. If our presence in this land is to be fruitful and untroubled, there can be no risk of the particulars leaking out. Nor do I think that the knowledge of this would make the lady look upon you favourably, I'm afraid.

I do not know if joining the House is a blessing I would wish upon one I loved.

It is a heavy matter and I feel loath to counsel you on that which I have never known – but if you still may, would it not be wiser to forget about her?

Do not do anything reckless.

Russandol

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Finrod to Fingon, private note, Quenya:

I cannot believe you have fallen in love because you found someone just as haughty as you are.

On a more serious note, you do realise, I hope, how a secret might prove an obstacle in these conditions?

[Initials which can be made out with some difficulty from under several layers of flourishes and a snake monogram:] F.I.

[cornfieldsrambles]

I love Trevor and Julia so goddamn much, the way they're utilised in TMA season 3 is my actual favourite thing.

Like. Right smack in the middle of the Everything Wants To Kill Jonathan season, they just. bring up these two recorded statement givers from season 1 (they were both brought up maybe one (1) time each after their initial statement eps but you'd be forgiven if you fully forgot they existed).

And they honestly picked the perfect two, like you can't go wrong with "serial killer's daughter who lives in his shadow" and "homeless guy who has apparently been tracking and killing vampires his entire life. Also there are vampires in this universe."

(more t&j rambles under the cut - it is LONG lmao)

Which is its own thing, tbh - vampires are such a footnote in the grand scheme of tma that it's hilarious. They're not connected to anything, we don't meet any, no one else ever mentions them except Daisy like one time, I'm not even sure which entity they serve! The Hunt? Slaughter? Stranger, even? Fuck knows. Trevor Herbert sure doesn't. He doesn't even know what the fears are! He and Julia think they know what they're doing but they are so far removed from the actual Plot™️ despite having a literal Exposition Machine in their back pocket. The only problem of course being that the Exposition Machine hates both their guts.

Anyway yeah Jonny just took these two characters and slammed them into season 3 like "they're a found family now and became cross-country monster killers. This is a problem because now, technically, Jon is one of the monsters they like killing."

They straight up hijack the plot, which. It's so fun watching them storm in like they're such an intimidating force. They really think they're main antagonists. Scratch that, they think they're the main characters of their own show. Some supernatural-esque dark gritty monster of the week series. Yeah, sorry, that spinoff ain't happening.

They weren't even gunning for Jon specifically. They don't know who the Archivist is or why he's important. All they know is "eye guy bad". THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS IN AMERICA. Jon just had the Supremely Rotten Luck of walking into the vicinity of Julia Montork. I cannot get over it.

And honestly they're so weirdly endearing. The way they pass the story back and forth while giving their statement, the way it just devolves into banter by the end? Julia calling him "old man"? Come on, it's cute as hell. Meanwhile Jon's there like "yes I'm sure this is very nice but can you maybe untie me from this chair please"

oh and by the way. These two fucking C-tier villains just so happen to be in possession of the book containing GERARD FUCKING KEAY.

You know. Gerry Keay? The extremely plot relevant (and fan favourite) character that fills Jon and the listeners in on all that juicy exposition we didn't get from Leitner? The guy who's been teased and seemed to be involved in basically everything since season 1? Gertrude Robinson's protege? That Gerry Keay?

Yeah, they just. Have him.

They don't know why he's important, they just use him as a monster manual and he tells them as little as possible because he hates them. Also this is unrelated but at one point he refers to Trevor and Julia as the Van Helsings and I just adopted that as my go-to name for those two because I thought it was fun.

And then in season 4 they pick the Actual Worst Time to show up. Right at the height of the single most packed episode of the season, these two clowns break into the institute in the most melodramatic way possible:

Like who the fuck do they think they are.

AND THEN THEY JUST RUN STRAIGHT INTO NOT-SASHA. WHO IS ALSO INEXPLICABLY HERE.

They really thought they did something. They really thought they knew what they were getting into, the grizzled rogues taking down the monsters one kill at a time. They were marked by the Hunt - ironically they WERE becoming the same monsters they set out to kill. Exactly the same monster that killed them.

And then Trevor spends the last few months of his life running like prey from the thing that killed his surrogate daughter. Fuck, what a way to end it. TMA is so good at getting you attached to characters with barely any screentime or impact on the larger plot, and these two are my go-to example.

I really love Trevor and Julia is what I'm saying

[katuschka]

Touch Starved Pups – Three

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka October Special (But only because there's a Halloween party in this one. Otherwise, just a continuation of the story.) 5.954 words

Anyway, it you're new to this, welcome to Part Three of the story about what happens to two well-behaved, bored and horny romantics when a new feisty, worldly and hot social media manager enters the building...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): expressive language, promiscuous behaviour, petting and fingering (f!receiving), some heavy fluff, kissing, sex toys and teasing in public, costumes, alcohol consumption, a very brief mention of marihuana, allusions to continuous online bullying, being in denial of one's feelings

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Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

There are so many pleasurable things you can do on a rainy October day, instead of being stuck in a conference room. Sleeping comes to mind immediately. Or sleeping with someone. Sleeping after having slept with someone is definitely the best option. Best-served with champagne and strawberries and a Taurus on each side. Nudge nudge, wink wink.

Naughty, naughty thoughts. I promised myself to abstain from that…at least for a while, because two horny Tauruses dogging me all the time were exactly the reason why this couldn’t be just a lazy Saturday afternoon. Oh dog, how I hate conference rooms. 

But who doesn’t, right? Well, apart from the people who have a stick up their asses. And by that I don’t mean any funny silicone shit. I have yet to meet a sane person who doesn’t look either annoyed or miserable while sitting around the long table in a usually cold room. Doesn’t matter if it’s due to the air temperature or the sterile interior design. All those meetings, briefings and brainstorming sessions have nothing to do with creativity and real work. The only ones who enjoy it are those who love to listen to themselves talking, which is usually the only skill they possess. Everyone else is just waiting for it to be over so that they can go back to doing something that is actually productive. 

Like…fucking, preferably. Oh no, not again. Be for real, bitch! F-O-C-U-S. 

At least this was the GVF headquarters and not some fancy-schmancy glass tomb that reeks of Ivy League jizz. That’s why I prefer working with artists. Corporate marketing is boring and often borderline unethical. Here,we had beer. Both Sam and Jake already downed two cans each, which made it pretty obvious that they were just as happy to be there as I was. I took just a few tentative sips myself, as I had to keep in mind what was at stake. 

My job. 

Of all the reasons for summoning an “emergency” meeting, this one’s the worst. 

I tried to ease my mind a bit on my way there by blasting Lucille Bogan in my car, but as soon as that bitch started singing about enjoying two dicks the side of a baseball bat, I almost screamed with exasperation. During the past month, I had tried to avoid exactly that. And for what? I was still pretty much fucked, and not the way I wanted. Damn, how I missed those dicks. But I’m a professional, and even though both of them kept begging instead of just enjoying their much deserved break and time spent at home, I was adamant. 

See, it’s part of my job to make sure there’s no significant online drama. And I obviously failed. You can’t really avoid it, it often spreads like a virus and there’s something new every day, but just like with any other illness, there’s prevention and treatment. Anytime something lasts more than two weeks, I’m bound to report it to the management. And that’s exactly why I’d rather jump in the snake pit today, as it was me who caused the most recent major fuckup. It’s been more than a month. 

So, I submitted all the evidence a week prior and expected to be roasted. I’m no pounce pony though, and I knew very well that apart from the most recent mishap, I had done a really good job in the last six months. High on caffeine and adrenaline, I sat up straight, ready to defend my job. 

“... so, as you can see, that one-time drop on Instagram and Tiktok is counterbalanced by a steady increase of all numbers – not just followers, but also various interactions – on all the platforms except the X, which is fairly specific and…” I expected Melissa from management a.k.a “That Bitch” to interrupt me eventually, and yet I cringed when I finally heard her annoying voice coming out of the large screen in front of us. It matched the face perfectly.

“Well, that’s actually the only reason why we’re even having this conversation. Stella, you must understand that this is a problem. While we don’t believe in strict policies when it comes to mixing your personal and professional life…and you’re all adults…” She both looked and sounded quite unconvinced by her own words. “... this has gone a bit too far. We cannot really tolerate any further damage to the reputation of the band. That’s unacceptable. Thankfully for you, you have significant support who put in a good word for you.”

If clearing one’s throat was an olympic discipline, a few people, both in the room with me and on the big screen, would qualify. That offended me a bit. I’m a tolerant person, but my sex life is not a gob of phlegm, thank you very much. Fuckers.

Anyway, back to business.

“Yes, I understand that, Melissa, and I’ve already made amends.” By making amends I meant that there was currently no mixing going on and I was going to keep it that way in near future. And while I at least pretended to understand why it was “unacceptable”, I wasn’t sure about the other two whom it also concerned and who were sitting opposite to me. To be honest, I had absolutely no idea what was really going on behind Jake’s poker face and sunglasses combined. Josh, on the other hand, kept watching me sideways through his ridiculously long eyelashes while his tongue kept polishing his front teeth, which made him look like he was constantly pouting. I tried to ignore it. “The new strategic plan for the next few months before the scheduled releases is also ready. So, whenever the guys are too, we can start working on it. The three most successful recent posts both on Instagram and Tiktok proved that candid content really is...” Aaaand she interrupted me again.

“This is all very nice Stella, but I want to hear how you’re going to deal with the current issue first.”

I could feel my blood start to boil. I did all I could, even though I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t fight the nightmare! The best thing to do now was to direct everyone’s attention somewhere else. “Unfortunately, certain things are beyond my control, and…” 

“I don’t think your reputation and your problematic past is entirely beyond your control, Stella.”

My past? MY problematic past? There it was again. It was just a pinkie at first, but I had to grab my right hand with the left one to stop it from shaking. 

“I think that’s enough, Melissa.” It was Jake. No longer leaning back against his chair and acting as if he was in the room entirely by mistake, he was now looking directly at the screen with his left hand placed menacingly on the table. I loved when he was glowering like that. Especially when… focus, you idiot! Meanwhile, he continued, only to be interrupted by Josh, as always. “We all know – including you, I hope – that you can’t really choose your parents. I mean…”

“Yeah, uh, and speaking about parents, I think that if my mother doesn’t see Stella as problematic, then you shouldn’t either.” 

Oh Joshy, baby, that isn’t really helping, and… your mother?! Well, that was a bit embarrassing, given the…well, all of it actually. I had met their mom twice, so I knew she was no prude, but still. Yikes! “Your mom knows about this?” I mewed. I certainly didn’t want to emit such a high-pitched, screechy sound, but as I said, certain things were beyond my control. 

“Well, of course, darling, she doesn’t live in a cave” he replied nonchalantly, before he turned back to Melissa. “But also because she was notified about it, no doubt by the same people who keep sending Stella hateful messages. THAT is unacceptable and problematic. And I think that, um, given wha…uh…given the band’s message and all, we shouldn’t really tolerate when our employees are being bullied, let alone participate in it.” 

The room fell quiet. Both rooms, to be more specific. I didn’t even realize I was gaping at Josh until Danny’s finger gently pushed my chip back up. I turned to my right to look at him and he smiled at me encouragingly. They were all unbelievable. Sometimes I felt like Alice in fucking wackoland. I didn’t even know why I kept denying to admit that they were actually pretty sweet. ‘People are cunts’, that was my favorite mantra and the armor I put on every morning. 

“Very well!” Melissa broke the silence at last. “But I hope we all agree that this must be sorted out. And all I want is Stella to…”

“Ok, let’s not delve into this any further, because it’s both inappropriate and irrelevant.” It was Jake again. While mixing business with bodily fluids wasn’t “exactly discouraged”, keeping anyone from finishing a sentence seemed like a cardinal rule here. Why didn’t anyone tell me before? I’m quite good at it too when needed.

Jake was still talking to Melissa when he turned to me. “... the main issue is with me and Josh having a row or something, that’s how it all started, correct?”

“Correct…,” both me and the Bitch answered in unison, albeit with uncertainty. 

“Cool, so let’s work on that.” And with that, he leaned back again, resuming his previous ‘fuck-this-shit’ posture. 

“Ok…please, do!” Melissa breathed out, pinching her brow.

“I got some ideas…” I added hopefully to break the tension, even though I had N-O-N-E at the moment, because I was very well aware that even if we posted a series of sickeningly sweet shutterstock-ish pictures of the two of them going fishing together, it wouldn’t change a thing. I was still THE problem. 

“Fine, you better make them work. I don’t care how, just fix it. You have one week to come up with a plan, because we need to start working on the RAH teasers well before Thanksgiving, and it would be fine if you managed to boost the numbers even more before that.” 

“Aaaactually, we already have a plan.” It was Sam this time. 

“We do?” I thought I only thought of the question, but apparently, I said it out loud, because Daniel gently stomped on my foot under the table in an obvious attempt to stop me from saying any more. “Yeah, Stella. That costume thing you told us right before the meeting. We actually quite like it. And pardon my amateur opinion, but I think it might work.”

“Oh yeah,” I chimed feebly. I honestly had no idea what was going on and I didn’t like it one bit, but I also wanted it to be over already and any straw I could catch was more than welcome. “Yeah, the costume thing… Ok, let’s try it.” 

 “So…can someone please explain to me what you meant by having a plan?”

We were no longer in that stifling room. Instead, Sam was playing some tune on the piano in the main room while the twins sat sprawled on the couch nearby and Daniel was helping himself to another beer. 

While still playing, Sam turned his head slightly towards me. “It’s top secret. I’ll just have to come to our Halloween party and see for yourself. Believe me, you’ll like it.”

“I really doubt it. I hate Halloween parties.” 

In fact, I hate Halloween parties, New Year’s Eve parties, birthday parties and all that shit. Parties with a small p are just fine, but these organized annual celebrations of infantility often turn to a shitshow, especially when family members are involved. I couldn’t see how replacing sleazy uncles with your actual bosses could be any different. And what was the plan, anyway?

“Told you…” Daniel called while still rummaging in the fridge. Meanwhile, Josh stood up and was now trying to dance with me to the music. Trying is really a very fitting word in his case, because it was like being thrown around the room by a drunk chimpanzee. 

„Dear sparrow, it won’t be just an ordinary Halloween party. I hereby invite you to our night of debauchery and incessant frolicking. Yeah, and the play, well…as Sam said, top secret.“ Josh chimed.

„Don’t you have your own acquaintances to keep you company now we’re back from tour?“ They kept informal, friendly relationships with most of the crew, and I was sure some other people from our team might be there as well, but I didn’t lie when I told That Bitch that I was trying to make amends. 

Josh finally let go of me and collapsed back on the couch. „Ah, no… sadly, there seems to be a dreadful shortage of pretty dicks that would be able to satisfy my refined taste and wild, wicked nature.“

Jake looked as if he would throw up soon. „Don’t listen to him, he’s just bluffing. He’s like a meek lamb when in a relationship.“

Yeah, Jakey, I know, but it’s cute how you both always try to convince me otherwise. 

The remark, however, didn’t throw Josh off the hinges AT ALL. hE kept the facade without even blinking. „…and while I’m still on the lookout for a daddy that would tame me, let’s have some fun in the meantime.“

„There’s no shortage of cunts, though,” I chimed in, trying not to look overly amused by his antiques. 

„Yeah, well, too bad. I’m quite picky,“ he winked at me. 

There was no point in trying to argue with him. “Ok, I’ll think about it.” I wasn’t going to. 

Until…

„You really should come.“

I thought I was the last person in the building, with all of them already gone. I was just collecting my stuff, ready to go home too, when Jake’s voice right behind my back made me jump.

„Jesus fuck! Alright. Convince me.“ I didn’t want him to.

But he did. „Ok, c’mon.“ He grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the now empty conference room, because as it turned out, we weren’t completely alone. One of the assistants just arrived to replenish the fridge. Once inside, he pinned me against the wall, grabbed my chin and skillfully proceeded to convince me with his tongue inside my mouth. And so we were mixing again! Oh well. 

„Ok, ok, I shall come,“ I said, breathless, when he finally released me. As I said, he had been hiding behind his shades most of the afternoon, so looking right into his eyes now was akin to electric shocks. Sometimes I really hate them, you know. 

„Good.“ He closed the gap between us once again and brushed his lips against mine, but much more gently this time.

No! Not good! This was exactly why I did NOT want to go! Oh well…

My initial plan was to go dressed as Mata Hari, because sometimes I enjoy being overly melodramatic AND I prefer to slut with class. I was also quite certain Josh would approve of the abundance of sparkly trinkets while Jake might appreciate the fact that they wouldn’t really cover much. 

The fuckers had other plans. Not only did Josh send a car for me, obviously to prevent me from leaving early as I had threatened to do, but the driver also handed me a box with another costume. Inside it was a rather hideous violet coverall, not much different from those Josh himself was sometimes wearing, and a pair of steampunk welding goggles. The fuck… I snatched my phone and quickly typed a message. 

S.: NO WAY!

Baggins: on comeon, its gonna be fun. and gregory is instructed to keep waiting until you get dressed. 

S: Well, in that case he’s gonna spend the night, because I’m not going anywhere wearing that.

Baggins: yes, you are. or else…

It was followed by a picture of him holding a huge hammer and standing menacingly next to a chair, to which he tied Jake’s Beloved. 

Ok, I have to admit: He made me laugh. But I wasn’t doing it. Having seen my vulnerable side made them bolder, but I’m no lily-of-the-valley. This blood red rose has thorns. While my therapist would tell you that it’s his fault, I see no fault in that. 

As if Josh was distance-reading my mind, the pic was quickly followed by another message. 

Baggins: im serious!

Yeah, he wasn’t, but I got the point. They’d do some other stupid shit eventually. To make me pay. So, 45 minutes later we arrived at the huge house which the guys were renting for the party. Previously notified by Gregory, Josh was already waiting at the door, wearing a red hawaiian shirt and a clown nose. 

“Sparrow! My dearest!” He greeted me dramatically with his arms outstretched. “You look absolutely fabulous…but where are your goggles? You totally need those!” he added after he smooched both sides of my face. The man was already high as a kite and the mixture of weed and tequila attacked my nostrils with brutal force. I wasn’t planning on drinking or smoking anything for my own sake, which only meant that they would appear even more insufferable than they usually do. It’s almost impossible to interact with inebriated Kiszkas while sober. I never understood how Danny could cope. Well, probably because he usually drank just as much. 

I took those goggles with me, just in case, but mainly to tell him that “I’m not putting those on my face, Josh!” 

“Oh no no no, these go on top of your beautiful head, darling.” He took them from me and carefully put them on. I secretly mourned the beautiful art deco headdress I left at home. Eyes or hair, I still looked like a fucking mechanic. 

“Hmmm, yes! Almost perfect. All you need is…” Without finishing the sentence, he started fumbling in his pocket until he pulled out a pink lipstick and smeared some on the top of my nose. I didn’t ask… Exasperated, I just rolled my eyes, as I was glad he finally ushered me inside because my teeth started to chatter. He didn’t even flinch, probably already too drunk to realize it was actually fucking cold outside. 

“So what’s this shit? You dressed as Sam this year? Oh-em-gee, don’t tell me I’m supposed to be you?!” I exclaimed, tugging at the hideous coverall. He just chuckled, snaked his arm around my shoulder and led me into a large living space already full of people whom I didn’t know and didn’t expect. Not your usual rock&roll party.   

“Oh no no no, nothing like that, darling. Ok, let me… where the hell is Jake…”

Yeah, speak of the devil, he just emerged from the adjoined kitchen, deep in conversation with some old geezer dressed as Charlie Chaplin. Seriously, these guys are unbelievable. You’d expect some hot bitches here. Instead, I ended up looking like Rosie the Riveter, in a room full of country crooners. However, my eyebrows shot up at the sight of Jake in an aviator jacket and a fedora hat. “Since when is your brother a fan of Indiana Jones?” Josh snickered again. I was getting really annoyed. The truth is, Indiana Jones was hardly ever completely bare chested and I don’t think his accessories ever included a red party balloon. Meanwhile, Jake spotted us and beelined towards us. He tried to appear serious, but couldn’t really fight off the cheeky smile that was creeping across his face. As he got closer, I could see that the tip of his nose was painted black. I smelled a rat. 

“You look wonderful, Bebe.” He gave me a toothy smile and tipped his head. 

“No, I don’t and you know it. I’m still waiting for an explanation, as your goofy brother refused to give me any. Why are we looking like…”. At that moment, I spotted Sam and Daniel, who looked like Belmondo in his prime except for the enormous, ginger, fake walrus mustache under his prominent nose.

However, my mouth fell open at the sight of Sam, sporting a red turtleneck, fairy wings between his shoulder blades and HUGE, yellow ski goggles, except – unlike me and mine – he really had them on. He looked like… and then it dawned on me… 

Jumping from behind Daniel, he also moved our way to greet me properly. He was literally buzzing. 

… and I ended up on the floor laughing my ass off. Not a rat. Fucking chipmunks! “Oh my god! We are! Oh god, this is fucking hilarious!” I couldn’t stop laughing, while pointing a finger at the two idiots grinning at me from above. “You’ve no idea how fucking accurate this is!” I howled while Jake took a swig of helium from the balloon he was holding. 

“Oh yes, we do!” he squeaked and held a hand for me to pull me back up. I landed right into his arms and collided with him, still wheezing, but as soon as I felt his heart beating against my boobs, the amusement was quickly replaced by another feeling – one which I wasn’t really keen on entertaining. 

I broke the embrace abruptly to say hi to the other two. 

I said I wouldn’t drink, but I really, really needed some whisky real quick. So, with Josh leading the way, we all moved our asses to the kitchen, where I could inquire a bit more about their real intentions. 

“OK baby, I admit that this is both funny and cute, but what exactly is that alleged plan of yours? Unless you enticed me here to fight against a fat tabby cat. I admit Mel looks like one, but… ” 

“We got a photobooth here, darling.” Josh explained, as if that was any explanation at all. He leaned playfully over the counter until he was mere inches away from my face and whispered: “We’re too cute. I think we need a group photo. You can even make a tiktok if you want!”

“And how is that supposed to make things better?” 

Leaning even further forward – literally splattering himself across the counter – he kissed and patted my head, making me feel like a dimwit for even asking. “Well, first, it will show that we’re not fighting. And second, it will make it pretty obvious that we do like you.” 

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Please don’t make me repeat my question.” 

The whisky was doing hardly anything for me. I needed more buzz. I raised my glass suggestively and Jake quickly got a grasp. Standing right next to me, he reached out for the bottle that stood on the counter to Josh’s right. While his pendants swung right in front of my eyes, there was that feeling again…oh dammit! Seemingly oblivious to my internal struggle, he answered while refilling my glass. 

“It’s not supposed to make things better for us, it should make things better for you.” 

Poor little chipmunks. So pretty and SO naive…More fuel to the fire. And I was sure Melissa was going to be absolutely delighted. But, against my better judgment, I let my bitchy, vengeful me take over my professional side momentarily and imagined the backlash with glee. It had a good potential to become viral and the idea filled me with malicious joy… 

Sam brought me back from my reverie… “Can you punks please hurry? I’ll need to change soon!”

“What is he changing into?” I asked Jake.

“Jesus,” he rolled his eyes. “Mary Magdalene will arrive at ten.”

The photo session turned out to be quite fun. True, it was like high school all over again, but this time with the people that I actually liked. And being too old to find the costumes cringy, we simply just enjoyed the moment. When Daniel shouted “cheese”, we all howled with laughter. Yeah, it was cool. Perhaps too cool. I was getting too drawn to them again. 

So, when it was over, I was ready to leave. When I found Josh in the kitchen to say bye, I tried to blame it on the lack of debauchery. Secretly, I was glad there was none. 

“Ok, Josh, thank you. Those photos will be perfect and it was fun and all, but you promised me some shameless shit, and all I’m getting is a kids' theme party, so unless you give me something to stay, I’m leaving.”

I expected him to be disappointed. I did not expect him to be able to do something about it. Actually, he wasn’t sad at all. There was this strange gleam in his eyes that I knew too well. 

“I was getting worried you’d never mention it. Here.” Reaching inside the same pocket in which he was hiding the lipstick, he pulled out a small, rounded remote and handed it to me. 

“What is that?”

“Just try it.” There was a sultry undertone in his voice all of the sudden, which got me intrigued. I pressed the biggest of the three buttons and watched how his lips parted just a tiny bit. Astonished, I watched his chest rise and fall as he kept looking at me intently. Oh god… Away from the music, I could hear something buzzing, although it was barely noticeable. My own eyes widened in realization. 

I pressed another button to increase the intensity and watched him squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip to keep himself quiet, because we weren’t completely alone. What a sight. To help you imagine the whole picture, he still had the clown – I mean Dale’s – nose on. I took a step closer to whisper in his ear.

“You’re wicked, Joshua!”

Yeah…I stayed. 

“And it’s all for you…” I was sure he meant to sing it, but it came out as a strangled groan. I switched it off and took a step back, pondering over the power that I literally held in my hand.

Watching me examining the little pebble-like thing, he seemed to read my mind once again. “It’s your toy for the evening. But only if you stay, of course. It doesn’t really work long-distance.”

Can you blame me? 

I used it several times during the evening. It was fun watching him squirm during the most inconvenient moments. He even cursed me a few times, but I didn’t make the rules. It was his game and I just played it like a good girl. 

Lol, no. Not good at all. 

I must admit that despite my expectations, I was really having a good time. Sometime around midnight, Sam started absolving everyone from their sins, the Charlie Chaplin guy threw up in the ice bucket, Jake took off his aviator jacket and started jumping around the room while shouting “much better” over and over again, and unsurprisingly, Daniel really knows how to play the bongos. The rest is a blur, but nice. A few dances, a few stolen kisses from both of them, some touching…

Totally innocent, I swear. 

To tell the truth, I could feel my previous resolve crumbling with each new sip of the fiery golden liquid, and judging by how eager the two of them were to keep replenishing my glass, I think it was their mutual goal to keep me there. 

The huge main room got gradually quieter as the night grew thin, until it was just the three of us chilling on the huge couch at three-ish in the morning. Don’t ask me how that happened, because I’ve no idea. Everyone else had either gone back home or disappeared upstairs. I could feel the fatigue slowly taking over my body. I wasn’t exactly sleepy, I just felt like a rag doll. I should have been back home in my bed already, but I simply didn’t want it to end just yet. The place was now illuminated only by string lights, which only added to the tranquil atmosphere. Really festive too, almost christmasy. 

I closed my eyes for a sec, relishing in the moment of peace. My head was spinning just a bit after everything I had drunk that night (sometimes during the night, I switched to martinis), but it only added to the feeling. No one had ever done anything like that for me. 

“This is nice…”

‘This is nice’? OMG, stfu, bitch! This is not a tea party. 

But it WAS, even though neither of us could deny that there was a shitload of underlying tension in the air that made my skin prickle despite the serenity of the moment. Even that was nice. And I had missed it. 

“We were wondering…” 

“Which one of us is better?”

I slowly turned my head to the right to see Jake’s tilted profile. I expected him to continue and to kindly enlighten me what the hell they were wondering, but he kept staring at the ceiling as if he was looking out for God to materialize there.

“Uh huh, and what were you wondering, dear?”

Oh shit…

I took a deep breath first. “That’s almost impossible to tell, Jake. You’re different, each in its own specific way.”

“You sound like a kindergarten teacher.”

“Yeah, I guess, but it’s true.”

And it was. Jake seemed to have a degree in the she-comes-first studies, and by that I don’t mean just cumming. He wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without knowing that he absolutely aced it. Sometimes it turned into a game of dominance, but it almost always ended the same way. He can call you a “cock slut” or worse as part of the game, but you always know you’re being cherished. Almost as if he…no.

I think that deep down, he was a hopeless romantic. 

And Josh? He kept surprising me every day and ALWAYS made sure I was absolutely ok with everything he did, or wanted me to do. I never felt more safe in my whole life. It wasn’t always what I wanted, because I like surprises, but I knew it would make him feel bad. After a while I even realized that I needed it, which frightened me a bit.

Well, thinking about it, they actually had one thing in common. 

See, I was used to taking the things I wanted because no one ever gave me anything and I stopped expecting it a long time ago. And I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things they had done for me recently, even though they absolutely didn’t have to. 

It made me feel things that I absolutely didn’t want to feel.

And yet it was nice…

“You know Jake, you both excel in one thing, and yet it somehow can’t be measured. Or compared.” 

“Sounds like a fucking oxymoron to me.” 

“Ok, lemme show you.”

I fumbled in my pocket for a few secs until I managed to press the right button without them knowing (ok, ok, without one of them knowing) what I was trying to do. 

The feeble buzzing sound echoed in the silence of the room – followed by a gasp on my left – and as expected, Josh automatically snuggled closer and started nuzzling my neck. 

“See?” I smiled wickedly and increased the intensity again. Josh moaned and his hand slid down to my left breast, kneading it gently. Like a good boy. Always giving back. 

“You didn’t!” Jake straightened up to get a better view of his twin.

“I absolutely did,” the said twin breathed out against my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“The whole night?”

“Focus Jake, not the point…”

“Ok, so what’s your point?”

I tilted my head a bit more to allow Josh a better access and I also cupped his growing bulge. He moaned and snuggled even closer. I turned my eyes on his brother. “What do you wanna do now, Jake?”

“Kill him, actually.” 

Josh chuckled and proceeded to attack my earlobe, nibbling at it and breathing in my ear sultrily. I kept my eyes on Jake the whole time. 

“And apart from that?” 

He moved closer without breaking eye contact and kissed me softly. I parted my lips to allow him to deepen it, but he didn’t. Just a few more teasing pecks before he whispered: “Depends on what you want?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I whispered back. “That is the point.” I had been distant since the end of the tour, and they noticed. And while they kept inquiring and teasing and flirting, they never said that they wanted anything from me. I let go of Josh completely and straightened up a bit. And I also broke the mood completely. 

“This. I want this. I really do. I missed it so much. But…the job…”

“That’s ok.”

“Are you sleepy, sparrow? We can just go to bed. I mean, there’s a separate room just for you.” Josh asked in a low voice while playing with a strand of my hair, before he stroked it in earnest. Goddamit. Seriously.

“No…I haven’t been sleeping well lately,” I answered with honesty. “I mean I am kinda tired, but not really sleepy, no.” 

Yeah, that’s right. I had the opportunity to say that we should call it a night, and I should have done that. But I didn’t want to. And they caught that. I could see them having that spooky, silent eye-to-eye dialogue again, and after a while, Josh continued. 

“You need to rest, you know. And you also told me what helps you the most. Didn’t she tell you as well, Jake?”

“Indeed, she did.”

Gulp…

“The job is fine. You’re doing a great job, actually. And Mel knows it too well. But you've been a bit stressed lately. May I?” Josh pulled at the zipper tap teasingly, just an inch, and I whimpered and nodded. Yeah… So he opened the zipper completely all the way down, with an agonizingly slow pull. 

“No bra…that’s not surprising.”

“But no panties either, Bebe? Tsk, tsk…”

I was completely sandwiched between them and once again it was making me feel dizzy. As I tilted my head back, they both attached themselves to my neck on each side. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and a loud moan escaped my mouth and the fact that we weren’t really ‘somewhere private’ and anyone could walk in on us made it even more exhilarating. That’s what I had been dreaming of. When I actually got some sleep, that is. 

I expected them to tell me to undress, but they had other selfless plans. Jake’s hand slid down to where there were no panties while Josh set my left boob completely free and bent down to suck on my nipple. 

“Kiss me,” I whispered to Jake and he obliged with urgency and fierceness, swallowing my moans and biting my lip every time I had to catch a breath. 

But his attention was really somewhere else. Between my wet folds, to be more precise. He slid two fingers inside me and started working his magic, with his thumb running gentle circles around my clit. 

I kept my eyes closed and completely – selfishly – gave in to the feeling. 

I could feel Josh’s palm massaging my upper thigh. I could feel his mouth travel slowly up until he reached my jaw and as Jake finally broke the kiss, Josh swiftly took his place. 

I could feel Jake’s fingers curl up against my sensitive spot and I shivered. Lightheaded, as if I was high on oxygen, I felt like melting under their touch. Dripping on them. My breath hitched and I was barely aware of Jake whispering in my ear to let go. My back arched and my whole body convulsed when everything around Jake’s fingers exploded. I could feel them holding me. I could hear them praising me. I slept like a baby until lunch. But not in my room. And not alone. Oh well…

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Lipstick Stains - Wooyoung

Valentines Day Special

W/C ~2,293

☽ Masterlist ☾ 

♡ Lipstick Stains Masterlist ♡

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez or Atiny. I will be attempting to keep it as gender neutral as possible but it will lean toward she/her pronouns. 

Thanks for reading <3 Moonie

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You were in the middle of starting to prepare dinner for the rowdy bunch of men that were coming over for a bonfire later. You proposed the idea of a chill hangout earlier in the week and they all vehemently agreed that they need some time to unwind. You had offered to make them some food and then use your bonfire for drinking and roasting smores. You heard a light knock and your little black cat, Salem, was meowing at whoever was outside. You wiped your hands off and approached the door in your the kiss the chef apron. Wooyoung had offered to help you make dinner so he could spend some alone time with you before everyone else got here. You opened the door and smiled at your boyfriend of just over a year. “Hi jagi,” he said walking in, he gave you a quick kiss as he walked past. He walked to the kitchen and set the bags of food down on your island. You closed the door and patted Salem on the head before heading to the kitchen. Wooyoung had started taking out the ingredients and sorting them out. 

“The boys shouldn't be too far behind me, I only got out a couple of minutes ahead of Hongjoong and Seonghwa”

“That’s okay, I am just happy I get a little peace and quiet with you before everyone else gets here.” You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. You leaned on his back and he wrapped his hands around your arms and squeezed. He turned around and pulled you into a sweet kiss. Your lips molded together like puzzle pieces but the moment was ruined when someone knocked on the door. You pulled away and groaned into his chest. He chuckled at you as you walked toward the front door. You opened it to see Hongjoong and Seonghwa holding drinks. 

“Yesss,” you said, taking a couple of bags from them. You left the door open for them to wander in as you walked to the fridge to put the alcohol in the freezer. They had followed you in and took a seat at your island bar. 

“What is for dinner, Y/N?” Seonghwa asked, looking at all of the ingredients.

“Jjajangmyeon,” you responded while you prepped everything. 

After a few minutes of chatter from the four of you someone knocked on the door. You looked at your brother Hongjoong and asked if he could get the door as you were in your cooking phase. He nodded and got up to go to the door. You heard the chorus of greetings from the rest of the boys. They all meandered toward the kitchen where you and Wooyoung were moving around each other preparing the food. 

“Has anyone ever told the two of you that you work very well together in the kitchen?” Yuhno commented watching from the side of the island. Thankfully it was big enough that you could seat all of the boys, even if it was a little cramped. 

“It is a fine art we have perfected cooking for all of you,” you said as you turned around and passed Woo the ingredient he was going to need next. You both had prepared this meal several times in the course of being together. 

“It is like the two of you are dancing, perfectly in sync. It is actually almost scary.” Mingi remarked, taking in that you basically read Wooyoung’s mind before he could even say a word. 

“I don't think they could ever be scary in that apron,” Wooyoung said. You turned to look at him and almost threw a noodle at him. 

“I don't want to hear it, this was a gift and I absolutely love it.” You pointed at him with your chopsticks menacingly. He smirked at you, he was the one that got you the apron; but he still liked to make fun of you for it. 

After a while the meal was ready, you served all of them before taking some for yourself. Everyone dug in and praised the two of you for the amazing food. When you smiled at the compliments, you could feel Wooyoung’s smug smile. He was the one who had taught you how to make this dish to perfection, you had known how to make it but it never came out quite right. Once everyone was done you made your way out to the backyard. You started the fire before heading back in to grab the alcohol. If tonight was going to be a proper unwinding session you needed a few drinks. Each of the boys had taken a couple of shots before you started a game of truth or dare. Truth be told it was involving the boys more than you; you were just enjoying the insanity. All of you were scattered around your large fire pit. The game started out fairly innocently with some light dares of doing some stupid things like putting hot sauce on a s’more. The farther they got into being drunk the crazier they got. At one point they all put on a show for you, they were stumbling over their feet as they serenaded you. You couldn’t help but to grab your phone and record them to have blackmail later. 

“Woo, truth or dare?” San asked, pointing at him with the stick he had his marshmallow on. He was already very tipsy if the flush on his face was anything to go by. 

Wooyoung scoffed, “as if I would do anything other than a dare.” You smiled at your boyfriend and how cocky he was being. 

“Okay, I dare you to give the prettiest person around the fire a sexy dance.” All of the boys had been participating in drinking so a fair few of them were oohing and aahing like school children. Wooyoung got up and walked toward Yeosang who was sitting next to you. You fully expected him to give Yeosang the sexy dance. At the last second he curved away from Yeosang, who sighed in relief, and toward you. Your eyes widened as he prowled toward you. He grabbed your hand and made you stand. Hongjoong made a sound of protest when he realized that he had chosen you as the prettiest. He caressed your face with his other hand and you leaned back, he raised his eyebrows at you. You could see the cogs turning in his brain and you know him well enough to know he just made it his mission to embarrass you. He twirled you around and once you got back to facing him he turned around and dropped into a squat he bounced a couple of times before he started to stand back up. You let go of his hand and covered the bottom half of your face. While he was getting back up he popped out his butt and almost knocked you over. He snapped back to look at you and grabbed your hand bringing it away from your face, he knew that you were embarrassed already but he continued. He planted a kiss to the back of it before trailing it down his front, acting like it was your first time feeling him up. You snatched your hand back like it was on fire when he got past his pecs. He caressed your face again, whipped around and sauntered off. 

Everyone erupted into laughter at the look on your face. Hongjoong was watching the whole scene in horror, he was hiding his face in his hands and you could just barely make out that he was peeking between his fingers. You could feel the heat rising up the back of your neck spread to your face and ears. You hid yourself in your hands and brought your knees up to your chest after you sat back down. Shortly after everyone quieted down the game continued. 

You had been listening and watching the entire thing with second hand embarrassment. As the chaos went on you could only hide your face behind your hands peeking out between your fingers; much like your brother did earlier. Mingi kissed Hongjoong on the cheek; which resulted in a smack. Seonghwa had to go into the house and make a mess and not clean it, which was just downright cruel; but you knew tomorrow he would help you clean anyway. San had to run around your entire backyard three times without a shirt on screaming at the top of his lungs. Yuhno had to give a kiss to Jongho, which resulted in him chasing the poor maknae around the backyard until he could quickly peck his cheek. Hongjoong had to kiss each of you on the cheek, making sure to cover Woo and San’s mouths. When he got to you he was the most normal because you were his younger sister. Yeosang had to allow Wooyoung to give him a kiss on the cheek. Jongho had to sing a full opera song making sure to serenade all of you. Your neighbors surely hated you at this point although they were not too close they could most likely hear the loud bunch of drunk men. 

San sat down across from you and his eyes met yours. “Y/N truth or dare?”

With all of the absolutely ridiculous dares that had been happening here recently you chose the safe route “Truth”

Everyone groaned at your answer like you knew they would. San brought his hand up to his chin and pretended to ponder the question he was going to ask. He snapped his fingers and exclaimed “show us your all time favorite picture, the more embarrassing the better!” You instantly thought of your favorite picture, but it wouldn’t be embarrassing for you. You snuck a look at Wooyoung and he tilted his head at you. You dug your phone out of your hoodie pocket and pulled up your gallery. You scrolled for a second before landing on what you were looking for. It was a live picture of you and Wooyoung looking at each other, he was covered in lipstick stains and you had one lone lipstick stain on your cheek. Thinking back to that day you felt yourself smile. 

You opened the door and he hadn't even made it a step into the room before you asked him to do the trend with you. He reluctantly agreed and you squealed as you ran for your favorite red lipstick. He followed you in and shook his head at your antics. Now he knew what it was like hanging around himself. You had quickly applied the lipstick and set up your camera before he walked into the room. You proceeded to attack him with kisses. You kissed him on the lips first and then proceeded to kiss him all over, once you pulled away to look at him but before you could get a good look he grabbed your face and kissed your cheek. You gasped in mock offence and looked at the camera and noticed the red lips on your cheek. Your eyes widened and you both looked at each other at the same time and couldn’t keep it together. He had taken the picture right as you looked at each other and the live picture went on as you laughed at each other. Several more pictures followed and you cherished every one of them. 

Your inhibitions were lowered from the alcohol and you handed your phone to San without a second thought. “Here you go Sannie, feel free to share with the class” you said with a smirk. Wooyoung scooted over to look at your phone in San’s hand. Once he processed what he just saw his head whipped toward you. You gave him a finger heart and stayed quiet, it wasn't until then that you had fully processed what you were announcing. The information finally registered in San’s brain and he screeched, looking up at you and then back to Wooyoung. He quickly passed the phone to Mingi. 

“WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?” San yelled at you as the phone was going around. You looked at Wooyoung and he was red in the face. Most of the other members had a similar reaction to San. 

“About a year ago.” You responded looking at your nails like this was the most unimportant conversation in the world; in reality you were nervous as hell. 

“You kept this a secret for a year?!” He yelled again, Seonghwa shushed him and he asked you again in a normal voice. 

“I knew,” Yeosang piped up. “I walked into the apartment when they were not really paying attention to a movie.” Everyone’s eyes shot to him, some of their mouths were hanging open at the betrayal of two of their closest friends. 

You looked nervously at Hongjoong who was the last to receive your phone. He looked at you with surprise. You hadn't told him because you wanted to see where your relationship went before telling anyone. Before you knew it almost a year had passed. 

“I am happy you two are happy,” he said to you. 

“I will explain everything when I can form a coherent thought,” you replied. Wooyoung was watching the entire interaction with bated breath. He released a sigh as soon as he knew he was out of the woods. You chuckled at him. 

Hongjoong turned to look at Wooyoung, “if you ever hurt them I'll kill you.” he deadpanned. Wooyoung chuckled nervously. 

“Duly noted, but just so you know I don't plan on it.” Wooyoung said to Hongjoong. He looked at you and smiled, that had definitely not gone how you guys planned it. In the end you knew it would be something you could look back on and laugh at. 

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Hongjoong Seonghwa Yuhno Yeosang San Mingi Jongho

[minihotdog]

Schoolboy Crush

Part 2 / Part 1

Pairing: Ghost x fem!reader

Summary: Ghost finally puts the moves on

a/n: ahhhhhh idk what I'm doing. maybe part 3 if I have a vision and I'd want it to be more his POV unlike this one.

C/W: Risk of being caught, Some NSFW actions, Ghost kinda being creepy-ish but also an ass?edging? idk I just work here

Word Count: 14k

The gathering was in full swing, the flat buzzing with talk of the up coming game. Price, like the dad he was, was out grilling hamburgers and sharing a beer with Gaz. Soap was helping you organize the various foods and deserts on the small round dining table until he heard Price call out something along the lines of “You Manchester lot” and ran out to defend his football team from the two giggling men.

You didn’t see Ghost when you entered the flat, assuming he was out on the balcony. The thought of him made your hands start to clam up and you wanted to relax before greeting the menacing man. He was confident, on the off chance he spoke, sometimes would even come off cocky.

At times, his presence was too overbearing. His deadly gaze paired with his sheer size, it made you feel a mix of fear and need. You’d see him walking around the compound with his muscles stretching the material of his T-shirts as everyone scrambled to get out of his way. And to make it worse, when he would speak, his voice would leave your panties sticking to you while you hung on to every word.

“Hello, pet.”

You jump, clutching your chest. Ghost chuckles at your reaction, standing only a foot away from you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” 

His deep, gravelly voice sends a shiver down your spine. You lift your head to meet his gaze, pulling your long sleeves over your hands in an act of nervousness, which he finds adorable. You’d only seen him with his face completely covered but there he stood bare-faced. You’d imagined what he looked like a million times. 

He was blond, his typical military cut overgrown, touching his ears, the top now curling over one of his eyebrows. The bridge of his nose carried a scar from one side to the other, along with a light scar running down through his eyebrow just below his eye.

“Ghost-” You sigh in relief only for it to disappear once you realize that the two of you were alone together for the first time. He was a handsome man but the natural intimidation he carried didn’t help with the way your heart pounded when he was nearby.

“Simon.” He corrects “We aren't at work.”

“Right, sorry…”

He was giddy on the inside. His callsign was essentially his one and only name from how often he’d heard it. But he needed to hear his name fall from your lips. And it fell so sweetly.

You glance around trying to think of something to break the tension. 

“Simon, would you like some pie?” You mentally kick yourself, realizing that the food hadn’t even been served yet.

Ghost on the other hand didn’t care. He hadn’t heard his name spoken with such a honeyed tone since he was a small child. It stirred something inside of him, leading him to wonder what the two syllables would taste like coming from your pink lips as he tormented your small body with the brutal pace of his hips against the backs of your thighs. He’d bruise your waist with the death grip he’d have on you to keep you from squirming away from him.

He watches you bite your bottom lip nervously when he takes a second too long to respond. He steps closer to you, ignoring the question. You instinctively step backward, hitting the table behind you. The smell of his rich cologne clouds your senses and you try to discreetly press your thighs together to quell the fire rising inside of you. 

There you stood trapped between a table and the brick wall of a man in front of you. His hand grazes your exposed thigh, slightly lifting your skirt. Your eyes trail down to his lips, his smugness displayed in a smirk. He raises your chin with his left hand and your eyes dart up to his. His deep blue eyes, usually dark and hidden under his brow, were now clouded with hunger, leaving you feeling as if he was a predator finally having caught his prey.

“Don’t try and run from me, pet.”

He growls lowly, and you feel the vibrations when his chest lightly bumps into yours. He places his large hand on your thigh, gently squeezing the plump flesh before moving under your skirt.  His touch sets you ablaze. Your hands grip onto his biceps when cups your womanhood and his thumb grazes your clit. Your breath catches in your throat. The corner of his eyes crinkles slightly when you glance at the door. The voices of his teammates still bleeding through the slight crack.

His hand leaves your chin and tangles itself in your hair. He passes over the bundle of nerves a couple more times until your hips, against your will, twitch into his hand. He coos at you condescendingly, “Oh you poor thing, you want me to play with that sweet little pussy of yours?” You whimper at him and his jaw tightens at the lovely sound. He nuzzles your neck with his nose before leaving wet kisses along your jaw.

His thumb begins leaving circles on your clit and your grip on him tightens. His hot breath rolls over you and he nips your skin.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet.” His words cause you to clench around nothing. Your soft whimpers leave him salivating. He firmly grasps a handful of your curls and forces your ear to his lips.

“What would everyone think if they caught you with my hand up your skirt playing with your little pussy, huh?”

“S-Simon,” You breathe out.

“I think it’s time I show everyone who you belong to.” His growl makes you feel even smaller in his hold.

He releases the grip on your hair and pulls the collar of your shirt just enough to expose your shoulder. His thumb swipes your clit in an up-and-down motion. You moan softly feeling his tongue drag from your jaw to the newly exposed skin. Without warning he sinks his teeth into your shoulder forcing a yelp to leave your lips. Your body stiffens at the pain. He shooshes you, soothing the now red skin with his tongue.

He pulls your collar back to its place and rests his forehead against yours. His fingers push your panties to the side and his middle finger runs up your slit. 

You try and push him back when the voices outside become clearer but he doesn’t budge. He plunges his middle finger inside you. Your eyes shut and you bite down on your lip to keep quiet like he told you. 

“Tight little thing you are,” He nearly moans. “Bet you’d be a mess with only two of my fingers in you.” You attempt to stifle your moans with his lips when he starts sliding his finger in and out of you but he pulls back. 

“Tsk, tsk. So needy.” He teases you, curling his finger. Him tapping that precious spot has you digging your nails into his tattooed skin and your head falling onto his shoulder. His scent paired with his actions almost send you over the edge. He gives you a few more pumps before his hand abandons your needy cunt and he pulls you against him by your waist. Your breaths ragged, face heated from his antics.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, pet.” He chuckles to himself, pulling away from you as he sucks your essence off his digit. You shutter at the vulgar sight.

Soap's voice becomes clearer and you scramble to fix your skirt and attempt to revitalize your ravaged curls before the balcony door swings open. Ghost leans against the counter already beer in hand, popping the cap off with his teeth.

“Game’s aboot tae start and I’m already ragin’!” Laughter emerges from behind the door. Soap stops in his tracks when he sees you in your disheveled state. He knows better than to say anything, but a suspicious look replaces his scowl. “Ye gonna join us?”

“In a moment,” You force a smile and he saunters off to the couch facing away from the kitchen. Ghost sips his beer unfazed by the intrusion. He leaves you behind not giving you a second look. You stand there bewildered, wondering if you imagined the events that just took place. 

Soap elbowed the man now sitting next to him, shooting him a look. 

Before you had arrived Ghost had asked him what he should do. It had been a long time since he tried to court a woman and his days of having flings were long gone as he felt more disconnected from what he’d consider “normal people”.

“Ah don’ know wha’ ye should do. Just don’ shag her in ma house.” The Scot said with a goofy smile. “At long last, LT is gonna bag some. Ah cannae believe it!”

“Fuckin’ hell...”

[beepboopkek]

— Strip Starchess with Jing Yuan (M!Reader)

Including: Jing Yuan cw: !! NSFW !!, M!reader, pwp but barely, n1pple play, slight mention of reader having a size kink, unprotected p in a??, first time writing a proper fic, first time writing smut (please send help), reader is a little bashful, overall its kind of a self-projection I guess. Jing Yuan is a little bastard (affectionate), stripping (who would've guessed), grammatical errors(I tried), Jing Yuan calls you pet names (dear, love), no use of y/n / m/n , light bondage ( reader gets their hands tied with a t-shirt nothing too bad), safe sane and consensual w/c: 3914 (might be a little off since I made a few edits in this post) a/n: the same as the fem reader one, it's just poor writing to let my demons out, this was originally planned as an m!reader fic but I changed it to f!reader but now I'm back here again haha.. anywyas I hope someone out there likes this !!

You were bored. Extremely bored.

Jing Yuan had promised you he’d come home on time so that the two of you could enjoy dinner together. You had something fun planned for the evening for the two of you. Something you were excited to try out. One problem though, there were still no signs of your boyfriend’s arrival.

You sent him a few messages asking him where he was but to no avail, you knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to respond anyway.

The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around and were met with an apologetic soft smile on Jing Yuan’s face. “Yu.” “My Love.” You huffed at him in annoyance, realising what he was trying to do. He always knew how to soften you up. “You’re late.” You said as you watched him unstrap his boots and place them near the shoe rack before he turned to look at you. “I apologize, I overslept in the afternoon and had to compensate as a result.” Jing Yuan gave you a pitiful look. “Regardless, I am here now,” He walked over to where you were seated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your head. “And I’d love to eat what my dear has cooked for me.”

You rolled your eyes at him a little and turned towards the table again as he took his seat opposite to you. You began eating in silence while Jing Yuan served himself some of the food you’d made.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He spoke suddenly as you focused on eating and ignoring him. “Be like what? I didn’t do anything.” You huffed back to him again while continuing to look at your food when you suddenly heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, you looked up, only to be met with your boyfriend’s amber eyes boring into yours. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

You grumbled something with your mouth full. “I didn’t catch that, love.”

You gulped down your food, 

“I said, play Starchess with me” “Do we not play Starchess on a regular basis already?”

“We do, yes, but I found a new variation of the game that I thought would be fun to try out. Only if youre up for it, though.” You made eye contact with him again as his eyebrow shot up in surprise.

He leaned in on the table and rested his head on the palm of his hand as he tilted his head lazily. “Go on.” Your confidence and annoyance all but vanished this exact second, you really hadn’t expected him to be this interested and knowing him , he probably already has an idea simply based off of the tone of your voice.

“...Nevermind.” You looked away, blushing as Jing Yuan continued to watch in lazed amusement. “Is it-” “Yes it’s Strip Starchess, okay? I thought it would be fun to play.” You blurted out as your ears turned a light shade of red. “I was going to say Blitz Starchess.” Your eyes widened in horror as you turned back to look at Jing Yuan who was now miserably failing at holding back his laughter as his shoulders shook silently and he pressed his lips together. “I hate you.” Jing Yuan laughed and you pouted. “I didn’t do anything, though?” “You know exactly what you're doing, Yu.” Jing Yuan smiled apologetically once again as you pouted while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed fondly and picked up his chopsticks again. “Strip Starchess, hm? Let’s finish dinner and begin.” You huffed again and turned back to your food and soon enough, Jing Yuan started some casual conversation and the whole ordeal was pushed to the back of your mind.

. . .That was until after you both finished eating and cleaning up.

Shit.

You suddenly had very important things to do in your library so you quietly started walking towards it, hoping Jing Yuan had all but forgotten about your earlier conversation. Just as you were about to open the door, a familiar voice called out from behind you,

"Dear?" 

You slowly turned around, trying not to look like you were caught committing a crime.

"...Yes?"

"Where would you like to play? I think the living room would be best since it is rather spacious. We can close the curtains but,"

Jing Yuan paused as he looked towards the box in his hands and back to you,

"I'm saying that while assuming that we will be taking off our clothes sooner or later. Am I wrong?" 

He smiled innocently. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

"... Fine, let's go to the living room then, I'll explain the rules to you." 

Jing Yuan hummed pleasantly as he walked behind you, setting the board down onto the hard wooden flooring as the both of you sat down facing each other. 

He opened up the box and set up the game and looked at you expectantly.

There was no backing out now, so you might as well give it your best.

"It's in the name, you strip when you lose a pawn." 

"Strip entirely? Or just an article of clothing?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

You gave an exasperated sigh as you stared at him with the grumpiest expression you could muster.

"I'm afraid I don't, love."

He gave you a cat-like smile as he patiently waited for you to explain.

"...Only a piece of clothing. The one who has the most clothes off at the end of the game is the loser,"

You made yourself comfortable, you need your initial confidence back desperately.

"We'll play 3 games and see who wins. I won't be going easy on you."

You smiled at him mischievously as he chuckled and re-adjusted his seating position before looking right into your eyes.

"Very well then, let the games begin." 

You focused your eyes on the board and played your first move, positioning the soldier pawn in front of your king 2 steps ahead. Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up as he countered it by moving the same piece on his side. He knew exactly how you were going to play and he was going to ensure he won. The game progressed and you eventually lost your first pawn, you sighed in annoyance at the realization as you looked up to see your boyfriend with his cat-like smile and of course, he had the most innocent look on his face. Damnit. You sighed reluctantly as you cursed him under your breath and removed your jacket. “Happy?” You deadpanned at him.

“Very much so. Don’t be upset, you still have a chance to win.” He smirked lazily as he waited for you to play your turn You were more cautious now, not letting him take any of your pawns when you realized you had a safe opening to take his pawn! You took the chance and took his soldier with your bishop. Looking up at him in triumph. He smiled back at you casually as he raised his hands in surrender, “You got me there,” You watched him in anticipation as your mouth watered a little, sure you’d been living together for a few months now but, nothing beat seeing Jing Yuan’s body. He place his hand on his shoulder guard and removed it before smiling at you pleasantly again. You blinked once.

Twice.

Scanning him to see if he removed anything else while you were day-dreaming. Nope, nothing.

"I said one piece of clothing, your shoulder brace doesn't count as one." 

"You never specified if accessories were also counted."

You huffed at him, "You never asked!" 

"I don't recall having to ask, I gave you the chance to explain everything to me." He smiled innocently again.

He was right. 

He knew he was and continued to play his next move.

Bastard.

Suddenly, it dawned on you that he was still in his armor and work uniform, meaning it would take at least 15 individual games of Starchess to get even the first layer off of him. Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at you and stifled his laughter.

Well, you certainly weren't in your work clothes and barely had anything on in the first place but you might have a few accessories on your person if you looked hard enough.

Two can play that game.

The game continued as you tried your best to defend your pieces from his attacks but he was too good… much to your displeasure.

By the end of the first game, Jing Yuan barely looked any different from how he was when he entered your shared home while you had to remove your own rings and piercings, putting them away in a corner neatly as to not lose them.

Jing Yuan won the first game by the rules of normal Starchess and the two of began your second round.

You were determined, but so was he.

Time passed rather quickly as you watched your boyfriend remove more accessories and you really wondered how he was able to walk or even fight with that much on his body.

You shook your head. Now's not the time for distractions.

The game progressed as you watched your pawns get taken one by one.

Rook, Bishop, a couple of soldiers and the list went on.

…You realized very late that you were going to lose.

You've never beat him in a game of starches, partially because he sneaks away your pieces but also because he's genuinely skilled at playing the game.

You were down to your last game, Jing Yuan in his shirt and pants along with some random trinkets of his uniform that you didn't even know the purpose of, you, however, were a different story.

You'd managed to get down just to your t-shirt and boxers, shivering a little in both anticipation and the chill of the night.

“Do you need a blanket? You won't have anything to cover you soon enough, I'd hate to get you sick, dear.” Jing Yuan looked at you lazily.

Bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I'm good. This is the last game and by the look of it, you've lost more pieces than I have.”

He made a content noise in the back of his throat as if agreeing with you before looking down at the board and smiling.

“I'm afraid you are correct, I admire your confidence in the face of calamity. However,”

He moved his bishop in line with your king.

“Checkmate.” 

You glanced around the board, trying to find an escape route but there were none. 

There was no denying it, you had lost the third game as well.

But the rules were about clothes, you looked up at him and back at yourself.

“. . . Fuck.”

You sighed, reluctantly admitting defeat.

“Alright , alright. You win the three games and the whole game considering you have more layers on you than I do.” 

Jing Yuan smiled in amusement as he crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly,

“So, what's my reward for winning?” 

You were already packing up the board as you looked at him with a huff and stood up.

“I'll let you nap in the afternoon more tomorrow, that's your reward.” 

But before you could move your half naked self away, Jing Yuan moved closer and swiftly knocked your knees back so you toppled down onto him.

“Jing Yuan! I almost knocked the board on your head!”

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, scared to lose balance and plop onto the floor if he were to drop you.

“I'm interested in another reward.”

“What?”

“I'm the winner so isn't it natural I get to pick my reward? Besides, no proper terms were set for it when you explained the rules to me.”

“You little shit, you knew this was going to happen.”

“Dear, I am the divine foresight for a reason.” 

He chuckled as his hands slowly moved down your torso and to the hem of your t-shirt. 

He grasped the hem as he leaned into your body and spoke lowly in your ear

“Of course, if you don't want this, we could just revert to my original reward.” 

His hold on you was firm but gentle, indicating that he'd let you go if you wanted him to.

“But, something about the way you're trembling in my hold tells me you don't want to stop, do you?” 

Your breath was coming out in shaky puffs now. You simply looked away in embarrassment before he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes he was wearing.

“Answer me.” 

“. . . I don't want you to stop” 

He smiled against your ears and you swear if he had a tail it would be swishing around in excitement by now.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” 

Kissing the red shell of your ear he moved your face towards him and kissed you deeply before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, allow me to claim my reward.”

He peppered kisses along your jaw as his hands finally, finally took your t-shirt up to your neck as you raised your arms to help him get it off.

You were down to just your boxers now while Jing Yuan remained fully clothed. Bastard. Your naked chest heaved as Jing Yuan continued to feel around your body, his kisses continuing downward and his large palms squeezing around your body.

He leaned down on your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his other hand tweaked with the other and you gasped, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

Your hands immediately found purchase in his soft hair as you closed your eyes and whispered his name.

Jing Yuan always , always made sure to lather extra attention to your chest, you never understood why but it had now become a sensitive spot for you.

He kissed and licked around your nipples, leaving little bites in between so that he can see them in the morning and fuck you all over again.

Deciding he'd done enough to your chest (for now) he moved his attention downwards, chuckling breathlessly at the small wet patch on your boxers.

His large hand slid down as he started moving his finger up and down on your boxers, making the wet patch grow bigger.

“You call me a bastard and yet have the nerve to be this turned on for me, hm?” 

“S-Shut up.” 

You panted as your brain became fuzzy and warm, not being able to think of anything else except Jing Yuan touching you.

He smirked as he added pressure with his finger on exactly where the head of your cock is and you gasped loudly. The fabric of your boxers providing a weird but not unwelcome feeling.

“Do you think you can cum just from this alone? My hands rubbing your nipples?”

“I don't k-”

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he gently squeezed your pecs.

“You don't know? Well, that's too bad. We'll just have to find out it seems, hm?”

You were gasping for air and moaning loudly at this point, thrashing and tugging at Jing Yuan’s hair like your life depended on it.

Jing Yuan kissed you and simultaneously continued to rub circles around your perked up nipples.

You weakly slammed your fisted hands onto the hard planes of his chest but to no avail, he wasn't going to let up.

He continued flicking your nipples before speaking into your ear.

“Be a good boy and cum for me”

You moaned as you clenched his (now crumpled) white shirt in your hands as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm flooded over your body in waves.

The general continued to bite and mark your chest as you got down from your high, peppering your body with kisses.

You were still breathing heavily when you regained your senses again.

“So, my hypothesis was correct. You can come untouched, hm?” 

“You're gonna pay for that, Yu.”.

“Do your worst, dear.” He smiled coyly at you,

His voice was so calm while speaking you'd almost think he was unaffected by the situation but that was far from the truth, sitting on his lap gave away that he was extremely hard underneath you.

He kissed you again, gently this time as he pulled back and bore his eye into yours.

“Do you want to continue?” 

You didn't respond, only leaning in to kiss him before bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it.

“I'm not the only one that's going to be naked here.” 

He helped you take off his whole shirt, watching you as you admired his sculpted and scarred torso. While he helped you step out of your boxers.

“Turn around for me, love.”

You did as you were told, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest.

His hands suddenly came up on you again, going downwards to your cock as he gently wrapped a single hand around it while his other hand moved down to finger your asshole. “Wait! We need lube, let me go get it-” “Always two steps ahead of you, love.” Jing Yuan smiled at you pleasantly like he didnt have stark naked splayed out on his lap. “When did you-? Nevermind, I’m not going to ask.”

Your hands immediately found purchase on top of his much bigger ones, your breathing picking up again.

He inserted two fingers in you, pushing them in and out and curling them in just the right spot, hitting your already frayed nerves and stretching you open for him. Keeping the rhythm of his fingers up, slowly getting you towards the edge again when suddenly,

You were left empty as Jing Yuan retracted his hand and wiped it onto his pants as he unzipped them, before hooking both his hands under your plush thighs and lifting your asshole above his cock. “Tell me if you need a break.” Before you could respond, he was already impaling you on his cock, pushing you down slowly as you reached back with your hands and grabbed his neck while arching your back. “F-Fuck- too much-” “You can take it, I know you can.” He whispered breathlessly as he continued pushing you down until you met the base of his cock. “There we go.” Jing Yuan waited for you to adjust, his head directly hitting your prostate, watching intently as you fought to gain back your breath. You were struggling at this point, mind in a haze at the feeling of being so full. Not knowing where to place your hands you blurted our the first coherent thought that came to your mind.

“. . .Tie my hands, please.” Now it was the general’s turn to be surprised, you were not one to beg usually. He smiled coyly as he grabbed your discarded t-shirt and rolled it up to form a makeshift knot. “If i was aware we were going to do this tonight, I wouldve prepared more.” You pushed your hands out together in front of you impatiently, just wanting to move but not trusting your shaking legs to carry through. Jing Yuan kissed around your ears again started working on binding your hands immediately. Securing it as tight as he could, he tugged on it before pecking you on the cheek. “There. Is that better?” “Yes.” You were fully panting now, subtly grinding yourself on his cock. Jing yuan took it as his cue to move and hooked his hands under your thighs again before lifting you off his cock. The split second where you were left empty was enough for you to whine. He wasn’t a cruel lover, though, he thrusted back in, filling you instantly. He kept the tempo of fast but deep strokes and before long you could feel your second orgasm approaching. Suddenly, there was a change as he pushed you down onto the wooden floor face first and ass up, the angle making him reach in different areas. Your tied hands were above your head as you got rubbed on the floor like a mop cloth from his powerful thrusts. Jing Yuan bent over and draped his larger frame over your back, holding down your shaking hands with one of his own and thrusting faster. “Come on, come for me.” He whispered into your ear, again, reaching his other hand down to stroke your hard cock. And that's all it took for you to orgasm, releasing over your abdomen as he continued his thrusts. For a few seconds, you blanked out completely, caught up in the haze of your orgasm that you didn't even notice Jing Yuan continuing, That was until you were brought back to reality by a hit of overstimulation, tears already collecting at your lashes as the pleasure soared through your entire body. “Y-Yu-” “Just a little more.” He continued rubbing your dick and you could feel the tendrils of your third orgasm creeping up on you as you clenched around him hard. It pierced through you just as your boyfriend finally released inside you, hot liquid filling you up and you felt so full. Jing Yuan panted as he rested some of his body weight on you, essentially pinning you in place and having no way to move. Just the way you like it.

He grabbed your hips with both his hands as he gently thrusted a few times to get the last few seconds of pleasure in, wrecking your already overstimulated body..

“. . . I think my reward is incomplete.” He said after a few beats of silence.

“Absolutely not.”  Jing Yuan laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back onto his lap and rested himself against the sofa, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.

The both of you relished in the afterglow for a bit with him still stuffed inside you, just enjoying and soaking each other’s presence, you were the first to speak.

“Horny bastard, you really piledrived me on the floor of our living room.” You laughed while pecking at his cheeks.

“Me? I’m the horny one now? You were the one that suggested this game in the first place!”

Jing Yuan feigned hurt as he tightend his hold on you, eyeing you cheekily as your ears turned red.

“I didn’t proposition sex! It was a game to-”

“To what? Play house with each other?” Jing Yuan asked in an amused tone before continuing,

“You wanted it to end like this, didn’t you?”

“Not on the goddamn floor! I’m gonna have bruises from this tomorrow, I hope youre happy.”

You pouted and held your (still bound) hands close to your chest, hearing Jing Yuan snicker and feeling his chest shake.

“I’ll give you a massage right now, on the bed this time, to make up for it”

“And then what? Escalate it into having sex again? I need to walk tomorrow, Yu.”

“You know me too well.”

You looked at him into his eyes at this and he gave you a crooked smile

“Untie my hands, we need to clean up and get to bed”

“Hmm… How about I let you go now and you let me enjoy my reward in the shower again?”

You sighed before nodding in acceptance, you weren’t going to feel your legs tomorrow.

This is the price you pay for provoking the sleeping lion.

“Horny bastard.”

[baenakinskywalker]

wip wednesday 😈

the opening scene of my devil in winter rutag fic, completely unedited because i'm simply too excited to share this snippet:

London, 1843

Rupert, Lord Campbell-Black certainly hadn’t been expecting guests tonight. Most of the day was spent with Gerald, pouring over his estate’s accounts — little good news to be found in the ledgers, between the lackluster harvest and his recent losing horse bets. Some female company might well improve his mood, but given the late hour and his reputation, any lady coming to call at his terrace house would only be asking for scandal. 

And not many ladies actively seek out scandal.

Which is why, seated in a great wingback chair at the desk in his library, a glass of liquor surely making a ring on the cherry wood, Rupert cocks his head as Bodkin announces a guest. 

“My Lord, the lady is quite insistent. Might I let her into the parlor?”

“What are the odds we can pack her into her carriage and send her back home?”

Bodkin stiffens. “There is no carriage outside, my Lord. It appears she’s either sent it away or walked from…wherever it is she came from.”

Well, that sparks his interest. Who would dare walk here at night? The terrace sits just outside of Hyde Park, but London is dangerous when the sun goes down no matter where you roam. And why has she come here?

“Very well. Bring her into the parlor, and I’ll be there momentarily.” Rupert nods, and Bodkin bows — or as close as he can get at his advanced age — and retreats. After draining the glass on his desk, he follows. 

Rupert walks slowly down the hallway toward the front room of his house. The dogs, who had been lounging on the staircase, perk up as their master comes by and follow him dutifully to the parlor. They’re well trained and make no noise, save the scrape of their claws on the wood floors. 

“Can I have a c-cup of t-t—tea, please?”

His mystery lady is either chilled to the bone or has a stammer. Interesting. 

“Right away, miss,” Bodkin says, nearly slamming into Rupert as he enters the parlor. 

He steadies his butler with a hand on his shoulder. “Easy, man.”

Bodkin just nods, scurrying toward the kitchen. No doubt, Mrs. Bodkin has retired for the evening, so he’ll be on his own. God knows what the poor lady will be served to drink. 

Finally, his eyes land on her. She rises from a tufted chair, and the first thing Rupert notices is her hair. Auburn, like the turn of the leaves just as autumn begins. It’s pinned in a simple chignon, unlike so many of the elaborate coiffures spied at balls and other events among the peerage. 

 A curl hangs loose at the nape of her neck. She’s young, can’t be more than two-and-twenty, if that. His eyes scan downward, and he sees the black dress in an unadorned fabric. 

So she’s in mourning. 

The lady curtsies, still silent. 

Rupert raises an eyebrow. “And you are?”

She takes a breath, blue eyes wide. “Lord Campbell-Black, t-thank you for allowing me entry into your home.”

“I’m not typically in the business of turning women away, least of all at night,” he drawls. A pink flush spreads across her freckled cheeks. “Now, your name?”

It’s then that Bodkin returns with a tray containing a teapot, two cups, saucers, and milk and sugar. 

Rupert glares. “That was very efficient. Thank you.” 

When the two of them are alone again, the woman sits. Her hands shake as she pours two cups of tea, and she swallows hard when offering one to him. 

Perhaps any of her courage dissipated as soon as she realized the gravity of visiting Campbell-Black House at night. Her reputation, whatever it is, could be decimated. He almost feels sorry for the poor thing. 

“My Lord.” Her clear voice rings out through the parlor, seemingly stronger than before. Rupert reaches for his own cup of tea and sets his eyes on the woman before him. “My name is Agatha O’Hara.”

O’Hara. Where does he know that name from?

“My f-father, Declan O’Hara, died very recently.” 

Declan. The newspaper — Rupert didn’t read it himself, but there was a shock through the city when word spread of his carriage accident. At the time, Rupert was attempting a match with an American heiress that went wrong right at the end. 

“My sincerest condolences, Miss O’Hara.” 

“Thank you, my Lord.” She sips at her tea, then places the cup down onto the saucer and clasps her hands in her lap. “I’ve come here with a proposition in mind.”

So she’s looking to become a kept woman? Even with dwindling funds, he could be convinced. Rupert brings the teacup to his mouth and tries to imagine what Agatha O’Hara might look like under all of those black layers. 

“We should be married.”

The Viscount nearly chokes on his tea.

[maytheleiabewyou]

Analysis of the German gay film #freierfall / #freefall PART 5

For the 10th anniversary (omg! 10 years already!) (11 now because its 2024!) of one of my favorite movies I decided to make an analysis of the film and especially of the scenes between these two great actors.Max Riemelt and Hanno Koffler. Kay and Marc. Marc and Kay. I hope you like it and that above all it serves to encourage the creators to give us that long awaited second part.

HERE IT IS PART 5:

Remember where we left it? :)

Gif de everythingmaxriemelt

Are you ready? I think THIS IS one of the best parts of this review and of the whole film!!!!

[Before going to the scene... have you notice this moment when Marc stops everything just to think or "think" what he is about to do.. (all this after having gone to see Bettina and having tucked her in lovingly)]

BEFORE GOING TO ONE OF THE HOTTEST SCENES, I FEEL WE NEED TO LISTEN TO THE SONG THAT INTRODUCES US TO THE ACTION! I mean this whole part is going to be full of CAPS! HAHA #theEXCITEMENT

gO to track nº10! "The Woods: Love" aaaaaaaaaaaaaa the name!! Its just an instrumental track that introduces us to the passion!!! and makes us our hearts race? ofc!

NOWWW LETS GOOOO!! (*let the gif feast begin*)

Gif de everythingmaxriemelt

They've arranged to go for a run and it's literally pouring. Who do they think they're going to do sport? Well in a way they ARE going to practice some kind of exercise haha

This scene if you ask me makes me so embarrassed (in a good way!) because it is so clear what is going to happen between them, not only because of the clues in the last scenes, but also because the weather is not only telling us what is going to happen but SHOUTING IT OUT!

This scene is not about deceiving the viewer or faking a normal situation, nothing like that, this scene is transgressive in itself. This scene is telling us: this is what you wanted (and the protagonists too, obviously) this is what you got!

<<<<Now our minds can only think about one thing>>>>

Who is going to make the first move?

It should be Marc because Kay was the one proposing this plan, or it should be Kay because Marc already did the hardest part of going there to do what we all know is going to happen? haaaaaaaaa lets see!

I can help it to say that Kay is my favorite. Once again he being the one facilitating everything <3

YAYYY! MARC WAS THE ONE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE & KISSING KAY!

And now the next is simply p-e-r-f-e-c-t

Im adding the video of the whole scene BECAUSE IT IS NECESSARY!

But never in our wildest dreams did we imagine their first scene like this! In the middle of a storm!

lOOk please their looks!!! Again so much information without them saying anything!

Kay's look conveys desire, but also the desire to be playful with Marc. They are going to f*ck in the woods while raining and in PUBLICCCCC! Do you hear me screaming?! Marc is ENJOYING HIMSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE MOVIE! Marc is determined to have a good time, to enjoy himself and above all to show Kay what he can do!! I can't handle it!!!!!!! AMIGAS THEY ARE BOTH SMILING!

now the uncertainty begins!

Do they like it? Is Marc happy with what happened? (Because we all know that KAY IS HAPPY!) and above all, does Marc regret it?

<<awkward silence fills all the scene>>

Again, my KAY asking Marc if everything is okay.

((AND OF COURSE EVERYTHING IS OKAY)) Or at least that is what we all want to think because it is true that Marc says yes to Kay but he immediately leaves the car without kissing Kay as a goodbye or something!

Kay saying

-it has been good

+ And Marc nodding in embarrassment!

The cutest? YES.

NOW WE ENTER TO THE CUTEST SCENES OF THE MOVIE

NOW WE CAN OFFICIALLY SAY THAT THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF A (CLANDESTINE) COUPLE!

End of part 5.

I want know to dedicate a whole part to some scenes that for me are everything! Those scenes deserve a bunch of posts, parts or whatever all by themselves! Im SO happy!

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Thanks for all the feedback from the previous publications and to the owners of the gifs I used <3

And here you have the previous parts in case you missed them!

[thecursedanon]

Amusement Park Aftermath

A/N: Wheeee, hi everyone! I'm back with the pt 2 to "Amusement Park Shenanigans". I had this fic mostly done before the holidays but wanted to go back through and add a little more details to it. Hope you enjoy! Next up I have a Lee!Yuji fic c:

Characters: Lee!Gojo, Ler!Nanami, Ler!Megumi

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2604

Description: Did Gojo seriously think Nanami wasn't gonna get revenge for that little stunt he pulled the other day? Part 1: (click here)

Gojo is a menace.

I mean- we been knew that, but he's been extra extra the past few days, it's like the trip to the amusement park woke the sleeping beast within him… More specifically, the sleeping tickle monster within him.

He's been downright merciless towards any poor unfortunate and ticklish soul he could get his hands on. No one was safe from his tickles.

He has especially enjoyed teasing Nanami every chance he got, administering pokes and squeezes to him in passing, and even cornering him in his classroom once and tickling him until he was content with the blushy laughing heap he had reduced Nanami to.

And it's not like any of this was a bad thing… quite the opposite. It was nice for the school to be filled with laughter for a while… even if it was involuntary. Everyone seemed a lot lighter with this playful war going on, it served as a nice distraction from the horrors they faced on a day to day basis.

Although that being said… there were only so many sneak attacks Nanami would forgive before he decided to retaliate.

Besides… Nanami still had revenge to carry out for the amusement park incident.

“Now, Nanami… Let’s talk about this…”

“Oh? So now you want to talk?”

“You said it yourself before, you needed a laugh.” Satoru argued cautiously, backing away from his friend. “I'm just trying to help.”

“No, If you’ll recall my exact words were; ‘I needed that.’” The blonde teacher responded, slowly stalking after him. “I never specified. For all you know, I was thanking you for the hug.”

“Come on, Kento… Are you seriously still arguing you aren't having any fun?” Gojo felt his back hit the wall, literally, and he knew his fate was sealed… It’s not like he could totally teleport away or make himself literally untouchable or anything, no no no… don’t be ridiculous.

Nanami rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of the white haired teacher. He slowly rolled up his sleeves while maintaining eye contact with the older man. “Yes, Yes I am.” He bluntly responded, smirking at the way his deliberate stalling seemed to only add to Gojo’s building anticipation.

The blue eyed little shit grinned nervously, feeling butterflies fluttering around. “Nanami…”

“Yes, Satoru?”

“Cut it out…”

“Cut what out? I haven’t even touched you yet.” He retorted.

“You know damn well what you’re doing.” Gojo looked away, his nerves tingling already. “If you’re gonna do it, just do it already!”

“Do what, exactly?”

“Tickle me!” Oops, good job falling for the obvious there, Satoru… it's not like you needed six eyes to see that one coming.

Nanami grinned as Gojo’s eyes widened in realization. “Waitwaitwait nononono that’s not what i--Eep!”

“Well, If you insist.” Nanami chuckled, grabbing Satoru’s sides and giving them fluttery squeezes.

“Wahahahait! Nanami! thahat’s not what I meheheheant!” He giggled.

“You sure are giving a lot of mixed signals, Satoru. I’ll just keep going, I’ll give you some time to make up your mind.” He smirked, snatching up his wrists and pinning them above his head. “Don’t worry, I have a few hours free…”

Satoru yelped as he felt Kento alternate between his sides and stomach, keeping his giggles a constant stream by not allowing him to adjust to the same spot. “Hours?!? ehehehe! Nanamihihihi plehehehease!”

“It’s okay, Gojo.” He chuckled a bit at the childish sounding giggles coming from the usually calm man in front of him, an evil glimmer in his eyes. “You don’t have to be so polite, I know you don’t want me to stop.”

Okay, so he maaaaay be a liiiiittle right about that… (or a lot right).

Satoru is one of those people who love being tickled, even though he very rarely allows people to do so. 

He likes being able to let loose and laugh freely, relinquishing his control for just a little bit. Being on guard 24/7 gets exhausting and wears on his mental wellbeing, so every once in a while he’ll really piss someone off or wreck them and let them retaliate.

This, Is one of those instances.

Satoru was well known for initiating tickle fights just to purposely lose them when he was a student. Poor Suguru didn’t know what a quiet peaceful evening was with his tickle monster of a best friend around, not that he even entirely minded it.

After Suguru left, Gojo became more reclusive and almost never let anyone close enough to touch him. Until he started teaching, then he slowly started to become his old playful self again.

“Nohohoho! Gehehet away from thehehehere!” Gojo complained childishly as Nanami’s fingers brushed against his ribs teasingly.

“Why? I thought this was what you wanted… that is why you’ve been attacking me, isn’t it?”

“Nohoho! Ihihit’s because you’re ahahaha grump!” Gojo argued between fits of giggles.

Nanami raised an eyebrow at him. “Hm, clearly I’m not doing enough damage if you’re still egging me on…” He pondered out loud as he targeted a different spot. “Just let me know when I hit the right spot, I guess.”

Something about Nanami’s brand of deadpan teasing just hits different…

It also makes Satoru want to egg it on more, as he picks up on little details. “Eheheheven while tickling mehehe you can’t sahahahay the wohohord tickle!” Satoru giggled, wriggling around as his stomach received relentless pokes.

“You really are just shamelessly asking for it, aren’t you?” Kento chuckled. “Fine. Have it your way.”

Gojo had for a split second felt a wave of regret wash over him as Nanami released his wrists… only for it to be replaced with a wave of panic as he felt hands quickly force themselves under his arms, tickling the sensitive skin there mercilessly.

His reaction was immediate. 

“NONONO!” He quickly wrapped his arms around himself to block off the area, but it was too late. NAAHAHAHAHA! Nanamihihihihi! Dohohohohon’t!!”

“Therrrrre we go…” Nanami grinned as Gojo stumbled forward, his body buckling and collapsing against the blonde as he laughed brightly. “Is that better? Is this what you wanted?”

“Ihihihihit tihihihickles!” He whined between laughs, trying to fall to the floor to get a quick reprieve. “Quihihihit!”

This strategy didn’t work however, he simply guided Satoru down to the ground and straddled his hips, now drilling his fingers relentlessly into the sensitive hollows. “That’s kind of the idea.” He chuckled darkly.

Gojo shrieked as he arched his back as a new steady stream of laughter spilled forth. “SHIHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAhahahaAHAH!” 

“You know, I think you should be thanking me right now.” Nanami smirked as he reduced the white haired sorcerer to a useless pile of laughter beneath him. “This could be a lot worse for you… I’m not even targeting your worst spot.”

“Fahahahahahack Youhuhuhuhuhuh!” Gojo wheezed, his words containing about as much venom as an ice cream cone. “Ahahahand you stihihihill cahahahan’t say it!”

Nanami stilled his fingers, allowing him to breathe. “You’re really annoying, you know that?” He sighed.

Gojo giggled as he panted, watching the blonde carefully. “I’ve… been told that once or twice…”

“Why can’t you just ask for this like a normal person?” He asked him genuinely.

Satoru blinked. It was as if he hadn’t thought of doing that at all. Would that even work…? Huh…

The older man shook his head, deciding this was a more fun tactic. “Where’s the fun In that, Nanami?” He grinned, reaching for the blonde to try to tickle him.

Nanami saw this coming a mile away though and resumed his ticklish attack. “Nice try.”

Satoru Immediately brought his arms back down around himself, throwing his head back in laughter. “Nahahahat fahahahahair!” he whined.

“I think It’s plenty fair, seeing as though I don’t want to be tickled right now.” Nanami responded sternly.

“Hehehehey! Good Johohohohob buddy, you sahahahaid ihihit-- AAH! NONONONONO!” Gojo screamed when he felt his sensitivity increase, he shook his head frantically. “NOHOHO RATIO! THAHAHAT’S CHEHEHEHEATING!”

“Oh? I don’t recall there being any ground rules set.” Kento smirked, removing his hands and beginning a new attack on his sides. His eyes flickered a subtle green glow as he used ratio again, this time focusing on his sides.

“MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Gojo cackled, arching his back as he felt sparks flying through his nerves, feeling his sensitivity doubling.

“Mean? Ohh, I could get a lot meaner.” While still tickling with one hand, he used his other to push Gojo’s shirt up, exposing his bare abdomen. 

He grabbed a hold of Satoru’s bare sides, ratio’ing them again now that they were exposed, and began kneading them with his strong hands.

Gojo screamed again, his hands clamping down over Nanami’s as he struggled not to fight back. “FAHAHAHAHACK! NAHAHAHAHAHAHANAMI!”

“Yes?”

“IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!”

“Again, that’s sort of the idea.” He chuckled in amusement at how much Gojo was flailing. “Are you sorry for attacking me at the amusement park the other day?”

“NAHAHAHAHAT IN THE SLIHIHIHIHIGHTEST!”

“No? Are you sure about that?”

“IHIHIHIHI’D DOHOHOHO IT AGAIN!”

The stern teacher raised an eyebrow at the other teacher’s childishness, shaking his head. He moved his hands upwards, prodding teasingly into his ribs.

“You probably shouldn’t be threatening me while you’re stuck in this position.”

Satoru’s laughter died down a bit, thanks to his ribs not being under ratio’s influence (yet), but the suspense of when he’d strike with his technique was already making him more ticklish. “Nahahahahanami plehehehehease!”

“Please what?”

“Dohohohohon’t ratio mehehehe there!” He whined between heavy giggles as he continued to prod his ribs.

“If you don’t want to be ratioed I’d advise you to start behaving.” He smirked. “Now I’ll ask you again, are you sorry for attacking me?”

“Yehehehehehehes!” He tittered, squirming around.

“Good. And are you going to do that in front of the students again?”

“Y- Nohohoho!”

“Satoru.”

“I mehehean’t nohoho!”

“Gojo, I need your help with this dumb technique…” Megumi announced as he came through the class room door. “Stop whatever weird shit you're do…ing.” 

He paused, looking up from his phone upon hearing laughter, he blinked as he took in the scene before him. “Right… I’ll just come back later.”

“Wahahahahait! Dohohohon’t leave me here!” 

Megumi lingered in the doorway for a moment longer, weighing his options, then he slowly stalked over to the two as Nanami paused his attack, glancing over at the edgy teen cautiously.

The black haired student crouched down next to his father, staring at him blankly. “Hey, Gojo… remember that time you dropped me off at school and said; ‘Have a good day my pretty princess’ to me?”

“Your face… got so… red…” He giggled between breaths.

Megumi looked up at Nanami, an evil glint in his eyes. “Can I help?”

Satoru gasped as Kento chuckled at Megumi’s question. “Sure, why not?”

“Megumi don’t you dare!” 

“I’m kind of bad at this…” Megumi ignored his adoptive father’s warning. “I only really do this with Itadori and Nobara.”

“Don’t worry, Gojo’s pretty easy to take down.” Nanami resumed his poking at his ribs. “Just go for the ribs and he crumbles, he won’t be able to use limitless If you do that.”

“Hehehehehey! Dohohohon’t ignore me!” Gojo laughed, squirming around uselessly.

Megumi blinked, following Kento’s lead and beginning to poke and prod at Satoru’s ribs, causing him to squeal and laugh harder. “Like this?”

“Yeah, he hates that.”

“I mehehehehean it! Stahahahap ignoring me!”

“He reeeeally hates when you get the spots between the ribs, or the bottom set of ribs.”

“What happens when you do both at the same time?” Megumi asked, a small evil smile on his lips.

“Dohohohohon’t eheheheheven!”

“Hmm… good question, Satoru, what happens when we do that?” Nanami asked teasingly.

“I kihihihihill you bohohohoth!” He answered with all of the ferociousness of a baby pigeon.

“That’s not very nice.” Nanami mumbled, massaging his thumbs into his lower ribs as Megumi began focusing on the ticklish spots between his ribs. “I think you owe Megumi an apology.”

Gojo shrieked and threw his head back as raucous laughter forced its way past his lips. “NAHAHAHA! Nahahahahat thehehehehere! Nahahahahat thehehe rihihihibs!!”

“Man, he’s really sensitive here.” Megumi mused, speeding up his tickles to draw more frantic laughter from the white haired teacher. “Not so fun having your vulnerable spots exploited, is it?”

“Ahahahahahahaha! Youhuhuhu cahahan’t sahahahay it either! Thahahahat’s adohohohorable!”

“Can’t say what?” Megumi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You never learn… Do you?” Nanami sighed.

And then, chaos.

With a flicker of green glow, Satoru’s worst fears were recognized. His ribs were now a ratioed weak spot.

When Gojo screamed bloody murder, Megumi pulled his hands away as though they’d been scalded, his dark eyes widening in surprise. “What the…?”

But there wasn’t any loud sound to follow, just silent laughter, frantic gasps between what was assumed to be laughter and heavy chest heaving.

“Ah… finally, he’s quiet.” Nanami chuckled, not slowing down his merciless onslaught on his extremely vulnerable ribs.

Megumi blinked as he processed. “Oh… right, he did say that ratio could be used for things like this.” he commented as he reintroduced his fingers to Gojo’s ribs, focusing on the upper set while Nanami attacked the lower set.

Satoru arched his back so sharply as he silently cackled that for a split second Nanami worried he might hurt himself so he allowed ratio to dull, only slightly increasing his ticklishness now.

With a few more panicked gasps, the volume returned to his laughter, tears accenting the corners of his tightly shut eyes. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANT!”

Hearing how his laughter had reached a crescendo of desperation, Nanami decided it best to end the attack soon. “Are you sorry for picking on Megumi?”

Gojo nodded, tears now rolling down his cheeks as he howled with laughter.

“The next time you want to be tickled, are you going to ask instead of being a menace?”

Gojo nodded.

“Do you mean that?”

“GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Megumi exchanged a look with Nanami, and the two stopped their ticklish assault on the smug teacher. “Hm…” The edgy student hummed thoughtfully.

As the two backed off to give him space to recover, Kento glanced at the dark haired teen. “Something on your mind?”

“Well, it's just… how did you manage to get a hold of him in the first place? I know you said tickling him disables his ability to use limitless but,” He paused, glancing down at his unusually flustered adoptive father. “He could have easily used limitless to stop you from getting him… does that mean he wanted to be tickled?”

“N-No, don't be ridiculous… he just snuck up on me.”

Nanami chuckled, shaking his head. Deciding not to answer.

“Are you sure? Because Itadori and I have tried to sneak up on you and you caught us every time.”

“Which reminds me--” Gojo sat up, grinning at Megumi now that he caught his breath. “You didn't seriously think you'd get away with tickling me, did you?”

Megumi’s eyes widened as he jumped back out of reach. “Gojo…! Don't even!”

“I'll deal with Nanami later.” He grinned that predatory grin as he stalked after him. “But sneaky little traitors like you need to be dealt with swiftly and without mercy~”

Megumi shrieked as he took off running with Gojo hot on his tail, leaving Nanami behind to smile in exasperation and shake his head. 

Not that he'd admit it, but he was thankful for the small distractions from the dangers that lurked outside. He was thankful that instead of the school being filled with anguish and mindless droning, that today it was instead filled with laughter. At least for the time being…