#((i am Toying with the idea of making everything neon))

[bornbreathless]

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He didn’t get this one.

Indie original character, TUA-based OC/AU/crossover friendly Established 03/04/19, Moved 28/02/22 Loved by Goose

[beskarandblasters]

Packin’ (In More Ways Than One)

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Author’s note: This is inspired by this HOT art by @cass-hues 🍑🔥 Unfortunately, I do not know who made this gif so if that’s you or someone you know, don’t hesitate to inform me and I’ll give credit where it’s due! Thank you to @freelancearsonist for beta reading! 🤍🤍

Summary: You see Din’s bare ass for the first time and get the urge to peg him.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), reader is able-bodied and has no physical description/no genitalia mentioned, anal fingering, sex toys, lube, pegging, praising, pet names (cyar’ika), sonic = shower, refresher = bathroom, no use of y/n

“You’re really going to shower with that bucket on your head?”

Din’s leaning against the doorway of the refresher with a towel sitting low on his hips. He just captured a bounty on Coruscant where it’s currently raining, a downpour that chilled Din to his bones. You suggested that a hop in the sonic would warm him up. But you didn’t expect to see him stripped bare of everything besides his helmet. 

“Yes,” he says plainly. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing! …You just look a little funny right now, that’s all.” 

“Funny?” he asks, turning and walking to the mirror. But as he walks his towel drops to the floor and you’re met with the sight of his bare ass. And Maker, it is juicy. You had no idea he was hiding that underneath his cape and his flight suit. 

“Oh my-”

“Sorry!” he says, hastily grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“You’re sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to… expose myself like that.”

“I didn’t mind.” 

“Really?”

“But I am a little mad at you right now.”

“Why??”

“You didn’t tell me you were packin’… in more ways than one,” you say, walking and standing beside him in the mirror. 

“Oh… You mean my… behind?” 

“Yes, silly,” you chuckle, running your hand over his ass with the towel in between you two. He tenses up at the motion and you’re just now realizing that he’s probably never had his ass appreciated like this before. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he lets you feel up his ass while the towel hangs dangerously low around his hips. 

“Is it weird I want to peg you?”

“No,” he says quickly. 

“No as in…?”

“No, it’s not weird.” 

“Oh,” you say, your eyes widening. “Should I… go to the store?”

“Yes,” he says, without hesitation. 

“Alright, I’ll be back,” you chuckle, grabbing your bag and lowering the exit ramp of the Crest. 

You think of where the nearest sex shop might be and quickly decide that lower levels are your best bet. The rain has thankfully subsided, leaving puddles in the street for neon lights to reflect off of. You cruise the streets, searching for the perfect place until you happen upon a goldmine; Nova’s Novelties. 

The door opens and you step inside, immediately overwhelmed by the sheer volume of sex toys occupying the shelves and walls. There’s a counter in the back where the register is. A woman is there and you can only assume that’s Nova, a beautiful woman with an inviting aura. She makes buying sex toys seem less intimidating. 

“Welcome!” she says, motioning for you to come over. “What brings you in tonight?”

“I’m looking for… a strap-on.”

“You’ve come to the right place,” she smiles, stepping out from behind the counter. “Follow me.”

She brings you to a shelf where there’s a strap on of every size and color, all encased in clear packaging. A silver one catches your eye. 

That’ll match his armor, you think to yourself, stifling a giggle. 

“What do you recommend for a beginner?” 

She reaches and grabs a modest looking one, bright pink in color. 

“This one is great for beginners. Not too big, not too small. And it comes with an adjustable strap.” 

“Thanks!” you say, taking the box from her. “Does it come in any other colors?”

“What were you thinking?”

“…Silver.” 

“You have great taste. Let me check the back.” 

She heads to the back room while you take time to explore the rest of the selection, opting for a bottle of lube, too. Once she emerges with the silver dildo in hand, you check out, handing her a fistful of credits and heading back to the Crest. 

“Have fun!” she says with a suggestive smile just before you step out onto the street. 

As you walk back to the docking yard, you think about Din, waiting for you like such a good boy. You think about the trust he places in you, letting you see him without his armor or his fight suit on and the trust he has to let you do something like this… It’s a testament of your love. 

When you get back in the Crest you find Din, standing in the doorway of the refresher with droplets of water peppered on his skin with steam wafting into the hull from the sonic. His bulge pitches a tent in his towel. You can’t believe your eyes, gawking at how gorgeous he looks. It’s almost criminal he keeps all of this locked away under his armor and it blows your mind that this is the first time you’re seeing him like this. 

“Did you find something?” 

“You bet I did,” you smirk. You take off your bag and hang it on a hook, reaching for the strap-on and the lube. You hold it out in front of you and think about his face underneath the helmet, wondering if he clocked how the dildo matches his armor. 

“You like?” you ask. 

“I do.”

“Good…” you say, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his chest. His skin is warm, still slightly damp from the sonic. “Now be a good boy and get in the bunk for me.”

“Yes, cyar’ika,” he says, dropping his towel and walking across the hull to the bunk. 

He gets on all fours on the bed while you shed your clothes and take the strap out of the packaging, setting it on the edge of the bunk because you’re not ready for it just yet. 

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you say, kneeling behind him and cupping his ass. 

“Y-Yes, I promise.” 

“Don’t worry,” you giggle, “I’ll go nice and slow at first.” 

You squeeze lube onto your index finger, coating his hole with it and teasing it lightly. He lets out a small whimper in response, already aching for more. 

“What was that?”

“I… want it… already.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you say, sliding your finger in. 

His breath hitches before he exhales with a moan while you slowly work his hole. You curl your finger while your other hand caresses his ass. 

“More,” he softly begs. 

“Be patient,” you coo. 

He sighs, resting his helmet down on the pillow and sticking his ass up higher. Never in a million years did you think you’d have Din in a face-down ass-up position and yet here you are, enjoying every minute of it. 

You pull your hand from his ass and add lube to your middle finger, pushing both back inside simultaneously. A deeper, guttural moan forces its way out of his throat as he melts into the cot faster than a block of ice on Tatooine. 

“Good boy,” you praise, pushing your fingers against his prostate. “But I’m far from done with you.”

“I know,” he whimpers. 

You feel his hole relax around your fingers and a slew of whispers and Mando’a curse words slip out from under the helmet. 

“Cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh yeah? Let me feel it.” 

He cums around your fingers, a different kind of orgasm he’s never experienced before. His thighs shake beneath him as he rides out his high. 

“Such a good boy for me,” you praise, slowing the movement of your fingers to a stop. You pull them from his ass and get off the bed, putting on the harness and attaching the strap. “But are you ready for more?” 

“Yes,” he sputters, staying in the same face-down ass-up position for you. 

You walk to the front end of the bed, crouching down by his helmet and telling him, “You’re doing so well, baby, coming for me like that.” 

“I am?”

“Mhm,” you whisper, rubbing his back. He shudders at your touch, eliciting a giggle from you. 

“You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” he sighs. 

“It’s almost over,” you remind him, taking your rightful position by his ass again. 

You spread lube onto the strap and align it with his hole, one hand holding his hip as you thrust into him slowly. He lets out another string of curse words in Mando’a. It’s unintelligible but it’s a sign of how good he feels. 

“You like that?” you chuckle. 

“Yes. So much, cyar’ika,” he moans, just as you draw your hips back and thrust into him again. You put your other hand on his hip, holding onto him as you thrust in and out, working him up to his impending orgasm. His moans, grunts, and whimpers are melodic, like music to your ears. It fills you with a deep sense of pride that you can reduce your big strong Mandalorian to a whimpering mess with just your fingers and a strap. 

“Cyar’ika?” he whines. 

“Yes?” you smirk. 

“I’m gonna-”

“Gonna cum again?”

“Y-Yes.” 

“Do it,” you command, making sure your pace never falters. 

Another moan escapes his throat, slipping out from under his helmet in his beautiful, modulated tone. His whole body shakes with pleasure, quivering as you fuck him through his high, being sure to slow down slightly to not overstimulate him. 

Once he’s done you pull out of him, letting him collapse onto the bunk. Aftershocks of his orgasm make him quiver here and there, his ass shaking with each involuntary movement. You giggle watching him rest peacefully after you just fucked the living daylights out of him. 

You crouch down and whisper, “Looks like you need to hop in the sonic again.” 

“I know,” he groans. 

“I’ll join you.”

“Let’s go,” he says, shooting up and heading to the refresher. He has that specific walk about him, the kind where you walk side to side after a good dicking down. It looks good on him, you decide.  

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

So Neo won the poll so Adrian likes her instantly so now we do the reverse since Neon got the lowest vote. How would Neon react if her boyfriend's nephew didn't like her at first?

Saphron: Okay, here's Adrian! Take care!

Saphron: *Leaning in very close to Jaune* If my baby gets hurt I will put so much hurt down on you it'd make the Beowolves Blush.

Saphron: Have fun you two!

Jaune: uh ... B-

Neon:Me an' Jay-Jay will be cool! Have a nice night! Cya!

Neon: *Turning to Adrian* now look at you Wittle Guy~ Aren't you just the sweetest thing! Oh I could eat you Up!

Adrian:

Neon: Not impressed, Huh? Well we've got a whole night for you to see just how cool I am!

Jaune: Please don't push too him too hard.

Neon: I'm gonna push him.

~~~~~

Neon: Hey Adrian~ I got us a couple candies! Your Uncle doesn't have to know!

Adrian: ...

Neon: C'mon! you can pick whatever you want!

Adrian: ...

Neon: Okay. No Candy.

~~~~~

Jaune: What on are you doing?

Neon: Putting Gravity Dust on his toy so it can float!

Jaune: I don't think that's a good Idea.

Neon: Why not?

*The Toy floats to the ceiling*

Adrian: ... *Sniffle*

Jaune: Don't cry Adrian! it'll be fine!

Jaune: Get that down off the Ceiling! *Adrian begins wailing* Everything's Gonna be fine!

~~~~~

Neon: *Holding a baby carrot* Here Comes the-

Adrian: *Grabs it out her hand, Eats it quickly*

Neon: Hey! He ate for me!

Jaune, not wanting to tell her he does that when he's mad at a person: Well, the- the thing is ...

~~~~~

Neon: *Holding Adrian* Love me.

Adrian: Eh.

Neon: Love me!

Adrian: Eh!

Neon: LOVE ME!

Adrian: EH!

~~~~~

Jaune: Okay little guy, it's time for bed.

Neon: *Shakily* We- We could let him stay up for a little bit?

Jaune: You know not everyone will like you.

Neon: I know that! A lot of people think I'm annoying! He's different!

Jaune: Why?

Neon: Because he's your family! What if him not liking me means your mom won't, or your Dad won't, and that makes you - You're a good guy but - like - I-

Jaune: Honey, I ran away from home to go to beacon. I got to live my dream- I'm doing it right now, and right now, You're a part of my Dream. I love you, and even if anyone else got upset over it, I'd defend you.

Neon: ... You're a sweet talker.

Jaune: And you're sweet~

Neon: ... Go put Adrian to bed. You wanna cuddle after this?

Jaune: Sure.

[pulaasul]

Freeloaders or Squatters C4 - Ziin

Ziin reacts to the absurdity that is Beroba and Kekera squatting in the Sakurai household.

A/N:  A/N: Shoutout to @narashikari​ @askrikkaiandhyotei​ for coining the term “Berobaa-san” that I am using in this fic XD. Also shout out to @flaim-ita​ , @chancellorxofxtrash​ , @rainixdra​ , @tokuteasings​ and @maou-the-tree​ because a lot of their responses have contributed to this idea XD

FFN I Ao3

C1 C2 C3

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"Eeh, so this is where Kekera wants to meet?"

Ziin looked around him as if he was a kid in a toy store.

"If I remember right, this was where Tycoon lives." He mused to himself as he tried to find the door with green and red marks.

Eventually, he found the said door and knocked on it.

The person who answered was someone who expected but did not expect at the same time.

"Tycoon."

"Ziin-san." Tycoon opened his palm in front of him. "Your Rise Cartridge, please."

"Kekera warned me about this, you're getting interesting by the minute, Tycoon," Ziin grinned as he gave the man his trinket. "But I'm more focused on Geats if you know what I mean."

Tycoon rolled his eyes, and that act alone made Ziin even giddier.

Why didn't he think about living in the same house as Geats?

"Fair warning, Berobaa-san is also here."

"Ah, so that's how Kekera was able to revive you." Ziin nodded in understanding. "Question now is, why did she agree?"

"Beats me," Tycoon shrugged. "Probably want to see anyone other than Neon-chan suffer."

Tycoon let Ziin enter as soon as he was given Ziin's Raise Cartridge.

"Ziin, how do you like the place?"

"It's homey if that makes sense."

"Hello, Ziin."

"Beroba."

"Aww, Tycoon, you shouldn't have warned him, you won't let me have any fun." Beroba pouted.

"And risk everything falling down with his gravity powers? No thank you, we had to save for everything that we have in this house."

"How would he have used his gravity powers without his Rise Cartridge that you so diligently confiscate when people visit," Beroba continued pouting.

"How was I supposed to know that, Berobaa-san?"

"Tycoon, you've become so interesting!" Ziin remarked. "Even in the presence of us supporters, one that has given all of you emotional turmoil, you're unfazed!"

"Once you've died once you won't find anything interesting, Ziin-san." Tycoon shrugged. "What would you like to eat?"

Ziin looked at his fellow supporters, then at Tycoon, a few times as he processed what was happening.

"Let's have some kitsune-udon, Tycoon." Beroba called out.

"Ki-kitsune udon?!"

"Do you want some, Ziin-san?"

"O-okay?"

Tycoon continued to cook as Ziin looked around the house.

"Eh, so that's how small the televisions are in this era."

"Aren't the ones in the audience area much smaller?" Tycoon pointed out. "There's just a small viewable screen while the rest mimics an eye?"

"An eye?" Kekera asked.

"Now that you mention it…" Ziin hummed.

"I didn't realize that the DGP had a sense of humor," Beroba giggled. "Of all the shapes, it had to be an eye!"

"Learning what I know now, it is morbid that they chose the shape of an eye as cameras and as television screens."

"Baah, they just chose it just for aesthetics." Kekera dismissed everyone's thoughts. "It's not like this is exclusive to the people of our era."

"True," Tycoon nodded.

The supporters began to talk amongst themselves, with Tycoon chiming in here and there, they were mostly bragging about the Riders they're supporting.

"I did not know that supporting Kamen Riders would bring me so much fun." Beroba thought out loud.

"That's because you've only supported the Jamato until now." Ziin pointed out.

"True, had I known I would be treated to so much misery from the very start I would have supported both the Riders and the Jamato at the same time."

"Hai, Kitsune Udon for everyone else."

Tycoon served the huge bowl of Kitsune Udon at the center of the table before placing four empty bowls right by the edge.

"Ja, Itadakimasu!" Tycoon prayed

Everyone started eating as soon as Tycoon said his prayers but Ziin just looked at Tycoon with fascinated eyes.

"You really are amazing, Tycoon," Ziin praised. "You even cook for your supporter and the woman who has caused this world so much misery."

Tycoon merely shrugged at Ziin's fascination with him.

"Like I said, once you're dead, nothing is surprising or fascinating anymore."

"That's why he and his sister have become so boring lately," Beroba pouted as she set her bowl on the table. "They've become so blasé about everything."

"It's just a testament to the Sakurais' adaptability." Kekera praised.

"I couldn't agree more!" Ziin seconded.

Normally, Tycoon would have been embarrassed by the praise, or at least that's how Ziin judged Kekera's Rider.

Now, he just merely rolled his eyes and continued eating the dish he cooked.

Tycoon has really become fascinating to watch, not as fascinating as Geats, but fascinating nonetheless.

[missanthropicprinciple]

The garlic allergy story that no one asked for.

Feel free to keep on scrolling. (CW: pain, blood mention)

I didn’t know that a person could develop an allergy until I was 21 and suddenly couldn’t eat garlic anymore. I’m a human dumpster with a cast iron stomach. I can even eat alliums like onions and garlic and leeks and then my colon says NOPE! Not being able to eat leeks in white sauce is very sad. I miss garlic bread. I miss deep dish pizza. I love Italian and Mexican food but can’t eat any of that cuisine if I didn’t make it myself from scratch. What’s worse is that I can no longer go to a restaurant and NOT have a five minute conversation with the wait staff and the chef and sometimes the manager about what options I have because every dish served at restaurants in America is laced with garlic. There’s a cute little restaurant that I can literally walk to and I kid you not literally everything on the menu has garlic in it. I know, because I telephoned first. At another overpriced restaurant down the road from me I can only eat two things on the entire menu. I dread people asking me out to dinner. I have limited take-out options, usually just Jimmy Johns, Five Guys, only two pizza places in the whole state, and limited selections from my favorite local Chinese restaurant. Luckily I’m a good cook and I do most of my own cooking anyhow otherwise I don’t even know what I would do.

The worst reaction I had to garlic was in 2018. I was visiting one of my friends when she used to live in a gorgeous little 1920s apartment in West Hollywood. We’d gone out for burgers at Umami. This idiot here — *points at self* — didn’t ask the wait staff if the burger contained garlic in the meat mixture. My friend and I had a great night, we watched a movie, everything was awesome. I wake up at 3am with horrendous bowel pain, 10 times worse than menstrual cramps. I get up to use the bathroom. I know it’s my garlic allergy. I try and mostly fail to take care of the situation (you know what I mean) and feel only slightly better.

I head back down the tiny narrow hallway and think to myself, “gee, I’m tired, I think I’ll lie down right here.” Which I did. But not so much lie down and rest as lose consciousness and collide head-first with the wall. Next thing I know, my friend is standing over me saying “OH MY GOD!” Apparently I said help. I do not remember saying help. Turns out I can only ask for assistance when I am literally unconscious. My friend says not to move. I’m actually feeling better at this point. Cure for bowel pain is severe head trauma, I guess. She asks me how many fingers she’s holding up. Three. I am correct. I turn over a bit and wonder why my head is all warm and wet. My entire forehead is covered with blood and it’s running into my hair. She go grabs a massive wad of toilet paper and I staunch the split right over my left eyebrow. Not sure if my head ricocheted or not but on the right side of my head that is a massive goose-egg. Despite this, I’m quite chipper. She comes back with an ice pack in a Hanukkah sock. She offers to take me to the ER and I say, “nah it’s fine.” In hindsight, this was not a good idea.

My friend and I stay up for an hour so she can make sure I’m ok. I bandage my head with a regular bandage and go to sleep. She wakes me up every hour to make sure I’m not slipping into a coma and the next day we go out for butterfly bandages. So there I am, exhausted, wearing bike shorts and a neon crop top and the purple lipstick I bought the day before, I’ve got a giant goose-egg on one side of my head and two butterfly bandages on the other, and I look at myself in the bathroom mirror of a WeHo sex toy shop and I just have to take a picture.

[erigold13261]

How was Neon, an AFAB man, able to enter the navy and become a war hero?

"Don't ask, don't tell." basically. [Also, I am not FULLY aware of everything that goes on in the military/navy, so this all makes sense to me but might not be fully truthful to how things happen in real life. But hey, this is all fantasy so I could say whatever I want lol].

He was a very friendly guy and probably knew some people in the navy already. Or at least the toy maker he apprenticed under knew people in the navy and introduced Neon to them. I see Neon as being friends with one of the medical doctors who would later be the one to push Neon into doing the full cyborgification process.

So that guy was probably Neon's main medical person who looked after him and cleared him for active duty in a combat zone. And that would carry on to other medical practitioners where Neon's charisma just allowed him to get by some checks that would have denied him the ability to go into combat zones (which was technically a flaw in security, but it worked out for Neon lol).

There have been plenty of trans people who have infiltrated (probably not the right word to use here) the military and were able to serve but not in combat zones. They would be either nurses/doctors, cooks, secretaries, etc.

So there were higher ups who did know that Neon was trans, they just didn't say anything. Though some of them did try to make his life hell by forcing him to do more manual tasks as a way to punish him just because he was trans. Thankfully Neon works smarter, not harder (though he did work very hard) and was able to do everything asked of him.

It was his knowledge, quick thinking, and skill with machinery that allowed him to save his ship after it got hit and some of the boilers/engines were close to exploding. He did end up losing his right arm in leg in this instance (along with some function of his right eye), but it saved the crew.

His self sacrifice earned him a few medals, but also his medical friend offered Neon to get experimental cybernetics as a thank you from the navy. He thought Neon would take them and go back to being a civilian, he had no idea Neon would come back after recovery ready to get back to work and serve his country.

By that point Neon was very well liked by much of the crew he was part of (this was before he was a captain) and even by a lot of the higher ups from his actions and ability to be tested on. So they let him back in and he continued to work, even helping advance weaponry and cybernetics while he worked because Neon was never idle. Even helping create the bases of a lot of the warbots used in the upcoming war.

Once the war started it didn't even matter what kind of people were in the navy, as long as they were serving their country the military would take whoever they could draft and any volunteers. So Neon didn't even have to worry at this point about getting kicked out, though he did continue to keep his transness a secret/on the down low as best as possible.

He was also a lot higher rank than he was before by the time he was outed fully as trans to his crew. Being a commander at the time thanks to his improvements of machines, robots, ships, and more. So his rank, promise, and crew were all there and kept him in the navy for a few more years.

Things were going great until the captain of the ship Neon was a Commander on died along with a small but decent portion of the crew on board during an attack. Neon was able to take command and lead their ship out of enemy waters and to a rendezvous point where backup would be. This action would be what allowed him to be promoted to Captain and take over the crew that was left on his own ship.

Unfortunately, the luck Neon had would run out soon enough as his ship would blown up in enemy waters, but close enough to the shore that there were survivors who were able to make it there on life boats. At least the ones who weren't shot on their way to shore.

Neon and his closest 5 friends/crewmates (they were helping people escape and making sure Neon would make it off too and didn't go on a suicide mission) were the last to leave the ship after realizing everyone else is probably dead or not able to be saved. They were able to make it to shore.

At this specific point I am unsure on whether I wanted Neon and friends to become POW or them actually be able to fight back and try to make it to allied forces that were "kinda" close by. I think I am leaning towards them fighting back, which would be possible as I can see them having brought weapons along with having some cybernetics between all of them giving them a physical advantage to the enemies who did not have this kind of technology.

Either way, Neon was one of the only people to survive thanks to the help of a warbot(-s, maybe more than one) that made out of the water and helped protect Neon but was too late to save the other 5 crewmates.

The warbot(s) and Neon making it back to allied ground allowed him to give important information about the internal workings of some camps or something like that which helped in the end of the war itself. However, by this point Neon was exhausted and full of injuries which would later cause his other arm and leg to be amputated, face plates put on his head, and a full spinal reconstruction surgery.

So yeah, Neon really helped out the war efforts. Later on once he became a full cyborg he would also work as a sniper so that he could earn more money to give to his ex-wife and daughter while also keeping another war from starting.

At least this is the general stuff I was thinking about. Some things might change or be added, but for the most part this is how I see Neon's navy career going.

[ficsnooneaskedfor]

I would like to read something about becoming friends with Melita during her pregnancy from Wrecker's perspective, especially what led up to Citali wrangling him into lifting her tummy. It's just a beautiful thing to see not just Wrecker but all of these men eager to help, learn and support Melita through pregnancy, something none of them have seen firsthand. ❤️

AHHHHH thank you so, so much for this! One of my biggest regrets in writing this fic is not spending more time showing the very early relationship between Wrecker and Melita (Citali and Echo too tbh, looking back on it now I feel I rushed it). I'm really glad to have written this, eased some of that regret.

Word Count: 2.4k

Content warning: Pregnancy, baby mention

"And this is my best friend, Melita," Citali said and everyone greeted each other. Wrecker was dazzled by everything about this woman: her radiant smile, her coily hair that caught the light of the sun like a black halo framing her pretty face, and he adored her sense of style. The gold bangles on her wrists, her big hoop earrings, and the neon coral polish on her fingernails seemed to tell the world she was spunky, cool, and vivacious. After spending just a few minutes with her, Wrecker realized she was all of those things and more. Melita was witty, genuine, and exceedingly kind. It was obvious everyone at this little party was enchanted by her and Wrecker was no exception. Melita made a quip and managed to pull a hearty laugh out of Cid to the astonishment of Wrecker and his brothers as they looked at each other with wide eyes. Wow, she actually made Cid laugh?! That was no small feat, he could not recall even seeing Cid smile before. Wrecker was quite impressed. He was admiring the interesting designs on her top when he finally noticed her belly protruding slightly but it was small and her shirt somewhat loose, he wasn't absolutely sure if she was pregnant or not. As curious as he was, he thought it would be inappropriate to ask her about it after just meeting her.

Melita had taken it upon herself to entertain everyone: keeping their plates and glasses full, throwing a toy for Snowball, playing with the kids, and making them all feel welcome while their hostess was busy inside the house charming Echo. "Got some more food for you Wrecker," Melita said cheerfully, handing another plate of food to him. "You seem very hungry."

"Oh I am," Wrecker chuckled. Food security for his squad was a little more consistent recently but Wrecker still wasn't really able to eat as much as would like. Not like during the war when they had an endless supply of ration bars. But Citali had prepared a ton of food, more than enough that Wrecker could eat to his heart's content without worrying if others would have plenty too. "Thank you, Melita."

She suddenly appeared to become dizzy, putting her hand on her forehead and taking some deep breaths. Wrecker immediately stood up and ushered her to sit down in his chair.

“Thank you, Wrecker,” she said smiling up at him.

“Are you not feeling good?” he asked, wondering if he should get Citali. But Citali's mentor Iirde was close by and did not seem too concerned as she handed Melita a glass of water.

“Just a little dizzy, nothing to worry about,” Melita said. “Been happening since I got pregnant. I hoped it would go away by the second trimester but no.”

“I was wondering if you were having a baby,” Wrecker said with a smile. “Congratulations, that’s so exciting!” Melita almost seemed surprised by his enthusiastic reaction to her pregnancy. Little did he know, she was surprised by it. He had no idea this was the first time someone had reacted so positively to the news. Melita looked like she was on the verge of tears, he wondered what was going on inside her mind. In seeing her struggling to contain her emotions, Wrecker was worried he had unintentionally hurt her feelings but he breathed a sigh of relief when she gave him a genuine smile.

“Thank you so much,” she said her voice cracking ever so slightly as she put her hand on her bump. “I’m very excited. It...hasn’t been easy and I know there will be struggles but…I’m so, so happy. I can’t wait to meet this little one.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been having a hard time,” Wrecker said sadly and sincerely. “I hope things are better now."

"They are," Melita said and Wrecker was glad to hear that.

"Have you had anything to eat?” With his muscle mass, Wrecker had to eat almost constantly and when he did not, he was prone to dizziness and headaches. He imagined growing a whole human being in one's body would require a lot of food too.

“I could use some food, I haven’t had much to eat today.” Melita went to stand up to fix herself a plate when Wrecker put a gentle hand on her forearm.

“It’s all right, you just relax. I’ll get you something.”

From that moment on, Wrecker made it his mission to make sure Melita was taken care of whenever they were together, as did Omega and his brothers. Anytime they all hung out, while Echo and Citali got to know each other more and more, everyone else made sure Melita was hydrated, fed, and took breaks now and then. Omega had never known anyone that was pregnant before and though Wrecker, Hunter, and Tech had all seen people who were pregnant during the war and knew at least the basics of what pregnancy entailed, the closest thing they were familiar with was seeing clone fetuses on Kamino. Melita’s pregnancy was something totally different of course. Her baby wasn’t floating in a growth jar, it was inside her and her pregnancy had very real effects on her body and mind, some positive others less so. Melita told them she liked how her hair was shinier and how her dark skin glowed since becoming pregnant but she also got tired more easily, had difficulty sleeping at night, had to use the refresher more often, and was uncharacteristically weepy.

“I'm sorry. I don’t…know…why this song…it making me cry,” Melita said between sobs, burying her face into Wrecker’s shoulder, her eye makeup from her day at the office that had started to run smudging on him. Omega rubbed her back soothingly while Tech desperately tried to change the song, kicking the jukebox in frustration.

“Just unplug it before you break it Goggles!” Cid yelled from behind the bar before Tech did as he was told. “Geez…and you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

Melita was still crying and the silence only made her cries more audible throughout the bar. “This is…so embarrassing,” Melita wept.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed Melita,” Wrecker said sympathetically, wrapping an arm around her. Seeing her cry made him feel like crying too. “It is kind of sad song and it’s not like you can help it. You’re pregnant after all.” While some might find it humorous to see a hormonal pregnant woman weeping uncontrollably at a song, Wrecker and the others did not and felt for Melita. He thought it must be exhausting and frustrating to cry at the drop of a hat, unable to stop. “But even if you weren’t, there’s nothing wrong with crying.”

"You're right," Melita said, his words calming her. "Thanks, Wrecker. You always know what to say to make me feel better."

It didn't take long before Wrecker came to see Melita not as someone with whom he shared a mutual friend, but as a true friend herself. He always said "yes" when she asked him to dance, talked to her about her job (she did not seem very fond of it at all), telling her about his missions for Cid, and his love of building explosives. And Melita's pregnancy in many ways made it easier for them to get to know each other. Throughout the summer they bonded during impromptu childbirth education classes Citali gave all of them, Wrecker becoming particularly interested in what Citali called "comfort measures". These lessons were mostly for Melita's benefit but Wrecker tried to learn all he could during them on the off chance he was there when Melita's baby was born. If he wasn't there, his assistance would at least help Melita figure out the different positions she liked, what forms of touch made her feel good, and those that did not, all of which Wrecker assumed was important to know before childbirth. The techniques he learned weren't solely for childbirth, many eased the discomforts of pregnancy. Putting pressure on Melita's lower back or squeezing her hips with his hands seemed to help her a lot and because of his strength, Wrecker was able to do these sorts of things longer than anyone else could.

By the time autumn arrived, Melita seemed very comfortable with Wrecker touching her. At first (though she always said it was okay) there were times she was jumpy or seemed a bit nervous, but now Wrecker could feel and see the tension release from Melita's body the moment he put his huge hands on her, when they danced together, or when they embraced.

Their latest mission for Cid had taken Wrecker, Echo, Hunter, Tech, and Omega nearly a week to complete. Citali and Melita were so excited to see them that when they arrived at Cid's to give her the credits from the client and receive their cut, the two women were already waiting for them in the bar. Wrecker was shocked at how much bigger Melita's belly had gotten in such a short amount of time. Being so short and petite, Melita's baby had nowhere to go but outwards. Poor thing, she must be so uncomfortable, he thought. If she was, it didn't stop her from socializing with everyone in the bar and teaching Omega some dance moves while she sipped on sparkling water.

"Oh damn," Melita groaned, standing still and wincing. Wrecker noticed her in pain as did Citali who was at a table eating dinner with Echo. Despite spending a lot of time "alone" with Echo when they hung out like this, Citali always noticed when something wasn't right with her best friend.

"Melita, I know you love to dance but you've really got to start taking it a little easier," Citali said with concern. "You're gonna hurt yourself one of these days."

"Safe exercises like dancing is good during pregnancy, you've said so yourself."

"Yes but I've also said you need to listen to your body and stop before it gets to this point. Is it your lower back again?" Melita nodded her head and Citali looked at Wrecker. She smiled at him and waved him over, Wrecker immediately standing up and walking over to them. "Want to help with something?"

"Of course!" Wrecker said excitedly. "As long as it's okay with you, Melita."

She giggled and said, "Totally fine by me."

"Great. So..." Citali said before warming her hands by blowing into them and rubbing them together. Wrecker did the same in case his hands were cold. "I'm gonna teach you something called a belly lift. It's really helpful with pelvic and lower back pain during pregnancy and birth."

"Can I ask a question? Might be kinda silly," Wrecker said and Citali smiled kindly at him.

"There are no silly questions, Wrecker. Ask away."

"Is it...just the weight of the baby that causes this sort of pain or is there another reason? I think Omega said something about...a hormone the other day but I can't remember. That it does something to a pregnant person's joints and can cause pain?"

"Ahhh...guess Omega got to chapter four in that book she borrowed."

Wrecker laughed. "More than that, she read all of it. Twice." Citali was the one laughing now as she glanced at Omega fondly.

"You are correct Wrecker." He grinned, happy that he remembered that conversation with Omega correctly and he prepared himself for one of Citali's mini-lectures. Tech often did the same sort of thing but Citali had a way of explaining things that made it very easy for a person with limited knowledge of pregnancy or birth to understand that Wrecker really appreciated. Not that Wrecker's knowledge was limited anymore, he'd learned a lot since meeting Citali.

"So during pregnancy the body releases a hormone called relaxin to loosen the ligaments in the pelvis." Wrecker noticed that Omega and his brothers were listening in on the conversation, Echo doing so with a huge smile on his face. "This allows movement of the pelvic bones so the baby can be born more easily. But this hormone loosens all the ligaments in the body: back, knees, fingers, feet. That's one of the reasons most people go up in shoe size during pregnancy. Well...that and swelling but I digress. The looser ligaments in the lower back combined with the weight of the baby can cause a lot of people to have back pain. Lifting the belly will give someone temporary but very effective pain relief. So...what I need you to is stand behind Melita."

Wrecker made eye contact with Melita first and she smiled at him, signaling that she was okay with this. He got behind Melita, towering over her. "Now wrap your arms around her." Wrecker followed Citali's instructions, Melita lifting her arms up so Wrecker could easily put his arms around her waist. He had to press his body right up against hers, so close he could smell the pleasant scent of the oil he sometimes saw her spritz in her hair. He hoped this didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Wrecker looked for any signs of her distress but did not notice any.

"Put your hands under her belly," Citali said, Wrecker putting his hands under her protruding stomach. He could already feel how heavy it was. No wonder she's in so much pain! How does she run around and dance like this? Wrecker hoped this worked, he really wanted to make Melita feel better. "Yup, just like that," Citali said. "Now gently lift her belly up." Wrecker did as instructed and instantly Melita let out a moan of relief. Wrecker panicked and almost let her belly go.

"Did I hurt you Melita?! I'm so sorry," he said concerned.

"Oh maker not all, that feels amazing. You have no idea how much my back has been hurting. This feels so nice, thank you Wrecker," she said as she rested the back of her head against Wrecker's chest, putting her hands on top of his.

"She's never gonna let you go now," Citali said laughing.

That's fine with me Wrecker thought. Melita was growing a baby in her body and that was hard work from which she had no breaks or days off. This was the least he could do to support his friend. Wrecker would lift her belly from now until the baby arrived if he could if that meant she wasn't in pain. He obviously could not do that but he could do it now and show her that she was cared for. Wrecker loved Melita and this baby he'd yet to meet.

He hoped they both knew and felt that even when he was halfway across the galaxy.

Thank you again @littlefeatherr ❤️I loved writing this.

[heartfairy]

The Gift

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “Vi decides to give you a beautiful gift, something you’ll remember for a long time. If not forever.”

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff + smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,4k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: established relationship, playfulness, happy tears, domestic stuff, shower sex, thigh riding, fingering, lots and lots of kisses, lots of cuddles. first half of the fic is fluffy and the second half is just fluffy smut.

⟶ A/N: a soft smutty fic, as usual. just so you know I have 3 other fic ideas that I am currently writing… I promise you. you’re not getting rid of me just yet! If I’m being honest this is a soft filler fic before the OVERFLOWING tooth rotting fluffy smut part you’ll get afterwards. I hope you enjoy this uwu

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Vi knows basically everything about you. Since you both started off as close friends to best friends to lovers… it’s kinda required. At least that’s how she feels about it.

She knows that you’re very sensitive and have some occasional sensory issues. How you love with your whole heart, or hate something like your life depends on it. The colour orange for example, you can’t really explain why but you don’t like it. Unless it’s peachy and pastel yellowy orange, that’s how you’d say it. Neon orange, the worst colour that exists. She knows you have a soft spot for plushies, you’d always be happy with a plushie of your favourite animals or character. You’ll never get enough of owning them either. Even if the bedroom is filled with them.

You love cute things. Pastel colours, especially lilac, baby pink, light blue, mint or light green. You despise spiders, you yell the other direction as you beg her to take care of it, thinking about it makes her laugh. She knows you like to read books during your free time, getting lost between the pages. You also love sunsets and sunrises. You love heart shaped things, clouds and flowers or plants.

To summarise it, she just knows you through and through, just like you know Vi better than herself sometimes.

Violet also remembers very vividly when she first moved in as your roommate that you told her that you’d love to adopt a kitten or a cat someday. To make you feel less lonely. You probably never adopted one because Vi moved into the apartment at the beginning of you getting the place.

She knows you’re not lonely anymore, but she can’t help but think about it either. You’re obsessed with cats, and she knows that they are one of your favourite animals.

So one day, she decided to get you one. She’s been secretly researching and buying all the essentials a cat would need. Such as a litter box, food and some toys. Vi would like to think that you have no idea of her plan. She is very adamant on keeping this a surprise as long as she can.

It is the evening, you finally enter the apartment while you yawn. You just came back from your work, your art studio. You didn’t bother to call out that you came home because usually you’re the first one that’s done with working. Dropping the keys next to the little side cabinet next to the door, you quickly take off your scarf, beanie and your jacket. You hang it on the peg before making your way to the living room.

You let yourself fall on the couch the moment you reach it. You moan while closing your eyes as you feel yourself sink into the cushions, feeling your body relax. You enjoy the silence for a while until you hear a crash coming from the hallway.

You open your eyes and frown, you thought you were all alone. “Vi?” You shout as you stand up, making your way towards the sound.

You hear a muffled “Yeah” coming from the spare bedroom. The one Vi used to sleep in before your relationship became romantic. You hear her shuffle before you hear her lock the room, making you gasp.

“What are you doing there?” You laugh.

“It’s a surprise!” She yells back at you.

You shake your head in disbelief, “Come on Vi, please open the door.”

“Not yet, be patient please!”

“You know I hate when people are being secretive,” you say teasingly, loud enough for her to hear.

You hear shuffling again “Baby, you know I’d only keep secrets from you if it’s to surprise you,” you hear her say, her voice a lot louder than before. You realise that she’s next to the door.

“I know,” you grumble.

You hear the door unlock, there’s a moment of silence before she opens the door just slightly too peek her head out. Her hair looks dishevelled, messy. You see that her face is flushed. It's a funny sight, seeing your girlfriend like this. You giggle as she looks at you.

“Are you making fun of me? I am literally peeking my head out just to say hello to my girlfriend,” she complains with a hint of playfulness. “I guess you don’t deserve my surprise.”

“No! I’m sorry.” You say quickly as you try to stop laughing.

“Alright, since you’re trying to be good for me… you can see what my surprise is,” she says as she opens the door just slightly so you can slip inside. “But first, close your eyes.”

You smile mischievously before you try to look serious again, closing your eyes for her.

“And no peeking!” Vi says because she knows how curious and impatient you can be.

“Okay,” you say, keeping your eyes closed. You hear the door slide open for you and seconds later you feel her take both of your hands in hers. Guiding you inside the room you hear a tiny meow. You gasp loudly, thinking you already know what her surprise is.

You hear Vi curse under her breath making you bite your lip. “You can open your eyes now,”

You slowly open your eyes and find a tiny black kitten lying on a little blanket on the bed. You feel your heart melt at the sight, as she meows again. All your attention is on the cute little creature in front of you. You can feel Vi’s eyes on you as you approach the kitten on the bed, they sit up and crawl to your direction. Sitting down on the bed the fluffy little thing tries to get on your lap.

You feel your eyes well up with tears while the kitten purrs lightly as you caress their back. You can’t believe this. Tears roll down your cheek as you coo at the little kitten lying in your lap. You look up, meeting Vi’s eyes seeing her look at you with so much warmth.

“Is this for me?” You say through sobs.

She walks closer to you sitting next to you, instantly wrapping an arm around you. You lean your head against her shoulder as you nuzzle against her.

“Yes of course, she’s all yours.” She whispers, kissing the top of your head.

“Ours,” You reply quickly.

Vi smiles as you continue to cry softly against her. Vi pats her lap and you pick up the kitten gently in your hands and Vi wraps her arms around you, picking you up and moving your body onto her lap. She places her head in the crook of your neck as she hugs you closer to her body while you pet the kitten in your own lap.

“What are you going to name her?” She says against your ear.

“Kiki,” you say without thinking.

“Kiki? Like your fave little Animal Crossing character?”

She feels you nod against her “Yes, like the black cat in Animal Crossing.”

Vi chuckles “Why?” She asks, knowing the answer already.

“Because she’s a black kitty with big yellow-greenish eyes just like Kiki and because Kiki is my favourite.” You say as you look up at her with a big smile on your face.

Vi leans up to press a soft kiss to your temple, making you feel all warm inside. You feel yourself melt against her. “Perfect name for a beautiful kitty.”

“Perfect just like you,” You say as tears well up in your eyes again and you lean up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Thank you.” You whisper against her lips.

“Anything for you, princess.” She says before kissing you again. You both kiss languidly for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and love for one another. After some time you hear the kitten meow. She pulls away first, both of you looking down at the little kitten on your lap.

“I think it’s time for dinner.” You say happily, wiping your tears off your face.

“I guess so, let’s make some dinner then.” Vi says with a huge smile on her face.

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After dinner is over, you’re cleaning the dishes as Vi is playing with the kitten in the living room. You still can’t believe she gifted you a kitten. You’re truly over the moon.

As you’re cleaning, your mind is drifting off elsewhere. You’re daydreaming about the domestic life you have with Vi and you feel your heartbeat faster as you think about her. You don’t hear Vi approaching you, so lost in your own thoughts.

Arms wrap around you slowly making you yelp in surprise. She chuckles against your neck at your reaction, “So deep in thought that you didn’t hear me come into the kitchen, baby?” She knew you too well.

“Yeah…” you whisper.

You feel her delicate lips tracing the length of your neck, pressing soft kisses down your neck onto your shoulder. You smile when her hands slide across your stomach to keep you close against her chest.

“I love you,” you murmur, tempted to drop everything you’re doing to wrap your arms around her.

“I love you too, missed ya.”

You continue to clean the last plate in your hands until it’s done. Afterwards you’re cleaning the sink with soap making it shine. You smile as you turn around in her embrace, wrapping your arms around her quite quickly.

“You know… I missed you too today.” You whisper, your lips ghosting against hers for a second before your lips meet in a gentle kiss. For a while you’re both just kissing, enjoying the feeling of each other.

You pull away from her but not before giving her lips a quick peck. “I’m gonna shower.” You say as you walk away.

“Oh—”

“Are you coming?” You say with a playful tone.

Vi looks at you with wide eyes for a moment until she composes herself, taking the hand that is holding out for her. You pull her to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You’re leaning against the door of the bathroom looking at her while you bite your lip. She looks so hot, she always does. You walk towards her as she smirks at you, grabbing the collar of her hoodie, bringing her lips down to your mouth.

“I want to undress you,” you whisper against her lips. She moans against you as you tug at her sweatpants.

“Only if I can undress you.” She says teasingly.

“Yes, please do.”

You undress each other quickly, while you both continue to kiss each other passionately. Violet seems determined to devour you whole, determined to make the most of this desperate kiss.

Once both of your bras and underwear are off, she pulls away slightly as her hands caress the length of your arms, admiring your body. “You’re so pretty. So beautiful.” She says as she’s caressing the side of your face, she tilts your chin, her lips ghosting against yours. She slowly glides her lips over yours, nudging them open. You part your lips wider, urging her to kiss you more, deeper, because all you want to do is give.

You whine against her lips as you feel her hands move from your neck to your waist, all the way to your ass. You pull away slowly, her pupils are dilated and she licks her lips before she squeezes the flesh of your ass in her hands.

“F-fuck, Vi.” You moan as you pull yourself away from her hold. “We should get in…”

Vi stares at you hungrily for a while before her gaze drifts to the shower. “Good idea,” she says smiling cheekily.

You quickly step into the shower with one foot and reach for the shower handle, turning the shower on. Once you step out of the shower, you feel her hands around your waist again, pulling you closer as she leans down her head to kiss your neck.

You giggle at her affection, knowing that Vi can never get enough of you. You pull away again as you notice the water is heating up. Stepping into the shower, you sigh as the warm water falls on you, the steam already relaxing your muscles. You turn to face the water, closing your eyes as you let it run off the back of your scalp, your hands coming up to rub over your face.

Soon, you feel the front of her body against your back. Her hands are sliding against your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to her. You can feel your breath growing shaky as you respond to her movements, turning your body around in her embrace. Your arms encircling the back of her neck, your lips leaning up towards hers.

She gladly meets your lips halfway, as you’re standing on the tip of your toes. She kisses you slowly, teasingly, like she has all the time in the world, her hands squeezing your hips, pressing her own hips against yours as she finally deepens the kiss. You gasp as her hands knead your ass, giving her the opportunity to slide her tongue inside her mouth.

“You’re truly the hottest person I've ever seen.” She murmurs against your lips. Her own lips become more and more eager as she backs you slowly against the shower wall. You hiss slightly as the cold wall hits your back but the uneasiness is short lived as Vi tucks her face into your neck, her lips pressing soft open mouthed kisses below your ear.

“Says the hottest girl I’ve ever seen,” Your fingers tangle in her hair, which is dark pink now, because it’s soaking wet. Just like your heat, that’s now touching her thigh. You didn’t notice that she brought her thigh between your legs, too lost in the feeling of her touch and kisses on your neck.

You whimper loudly, leaning your body even more against hers and you feel your body tingling all over. A second later you feel her lips crash against yours again. You feel so overwhelmed, your heart hammering against your chest as you roll your hips down on her. Grinding your sensitive clit against her muscular thigh.

“B-baby—” you cut yourself off with a loud cry as her hands move you back and forth, the delicious friction against your throbbing heat causing you to close your eyes as she moves you back against her thigh. Moaning softly as you feel Vi flex her thigh against your pussy.

You gasp as she moves her leg up to apply more pressure to your clit, bucking your hips instinctively to continue rocking them without her guidance. You’re trembling as you drag your hips back and forth, occasionally moving in circles. You feel so close, the coil tightening below your waist. Her thigh is so thick and strong, the pressure on your clit driving you insane as you roll your hips faster, supporting yourself by your palms placed on her abdomen as small whines leave your mouth.

Her eyelids hang low as she watches you, her eyes concentrated on each roll of your hips, each grind of your pussy against her muscular thigh. Your body trembles the more you drag your pussy against her, feeling so close to your release, you try to move your hips faster. Her hands dig in your hips, guiding you against her thigh once again the second she notices you slowing down. Flexing her thigh repeatedly against your dripping centre does it, makes you double over as you cum against her skin.

Your head leans against her chest, as you try to catch your breath while you slow down your movements against her. Her hands slide over your back as her arms pull you closer against her while she pulls her thigh back.

You look up at her, your breath still laboured. “Did that feel good?” She asks as a gentle smile plays on her lips.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” You mirror her smile as you wrap your arms around her neck.

“You did so well for me, you’re always doing so good for me. I love you so much.” She says before she leans down to kiss you. The kiss starts off gentle, but soon evolves into something more passionate and deep. She brings your body closer to her, and you can’t seem to quite catch your breath.

You open your mouth to swipe your wet muscle against her lips, her lips slowly opening up for you to slip your tongue inside. Your tongues dance against each other slowly, her taste is so delicious, making you moan against her lips.

Your hands travel from her back, all the way down to her waist, your hands occasionally squeezing her flesh. One of your hands is slipping all the way down to her wet heat in between her legs, while the other is holding her body close to yours. All the while you’re kissing her deeply. She whimpers when your fingers pass by her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your fingers slide up and down her slit, slowly spreading her outer lips for you to slip two of your fingers inside her. She cries out as you rub your fingers against her walls. You press your palm against her clit as you gradually pick up the pace of your hand.

Her legs almost give out on her at the pressure against her clit combined with your fingers playing with her sensitive spot inside. You steady her with your other hand as you smile against her lips. You swirl your tongue against hers as she moans in your mouth. Her thighs tremble so hard as her noises start to become more high pitched.

She opens her eyes, meeting your playful eyes as she pulls her mouth from yours to cry out loud as her hips stutter against your hand as she comes undone. Vi tightens and untightens around your fingers as she rides out her high. After a while you slip your fingers out of her as she slumps against your body. Both of your hands catch her body and you smile.

“God that was so…” She says breathless against your neck.

“I know, I wanted to thank my girlfriend for giving me such a beautiful gift.” You say as you lean your head down to press a kiss on her, now soaked head.

“You know you didn’t have to,”

“I know, but I wanted to. I shouldn’t be the only one that’s always getting all the pleasure.” You say softly.

She straightens up after you say those words. “Is that what you think? That you don’t pleasure me enough?”

You bite your bottom lip as you try to avoid her eyes, “Well yeah, kinda.”

You soon feel her hands on your cheeks, tilting your face to hers, making you look into her eyes. “Erase that thought out of your head, you do pleasure me so much that you don’t even realise.”

You smile softly at her words, leaning against her touch. “Thank you, you know how insecure or how much I doubt myself sometimes.”

“That’s ok, I’m just here to remind you that those thoughts aren’t true.”

You wrap your arms around her as you hug her close to you, your head on her chest. You both hold each other like this for a while. Until Vi speaks up again.

“What do you think about this, we go and watch a movie in the living room after we clean up?” She says as she smiles down at you.

“Perfect idea.”

You both wash each other, your hair and your bodies, as you occasionally share some kisses, touching each other softly as you clean yourselves. It’s so intimate, in a way that it’s not even sexual anymore. Just soft and sweet. And oh so gentle.

Once you’re both finished, Vi steps out of the shower first grabbing a big fluffy towel for you. Wrapping the towel around you once you’re out of the shower. She grabs one for her and wraps it around her.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers to you as she dries herself off. Once you’re both dry she wraps her towel around her and pulls you against her, holding you close to her.

You could stay like this in her arms forever. Eventually you pull away and she smiles mischievously down at you.

“The first one that has their pyjamas on and sits on the couch gets to pick out the movie.” She says quickly before running off to your shared bedroom, giving herself a head start.

“HEY!” You yell as you run behind her, both giggling as you try to be as quick as possible.

[ragingbookdragon]

If We Were Fast Enough

Flash!Reader x Flashfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I had this idea after watching a few clips of Flashpoint Paradox! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her hand was tightly clasped in his, eyes narrowed in sadness, but there was a pride in them; she felt the speed transfer between them, flowing through her veins and he said, “You’ve got my speed, honey. It’s up to you now.”

The tears that had welled in her vision tipped over and she whispered, “I can’t leave you here, dad. I—I can’t just run away.”

He shook his head. “You’re not running away. You’re surviving.” A groan escaped him, and the pool of blood seemed to double in size. “We’re running out of time. You’ve gotta go before the timeline collapses.”

“Where do I go?” she asked, wiping her eyes. “This universe is home.”

“Honey, Speedsters are Speedsters whichever universe we’re in.” he smiled weakly at her. “You’ll have a family wherever you end up.”

She gazed at him, breathing deeply as fresh tears grew in her gaze. “I’m scared.”

“I know. But you can do this.” he replied, pausing to look her over. “You look just like your mother, honey.” He smiled tearfully. “She’d be so proud of you if she were here now.”

Pulling the cowl over her head, she gave a watery laugh. “Mom always said I looked like you.”

“Nah. You take your speed and nature after me, but you are a spitting image of your mother.” A blast sounded in the distance and they both looked over, eyes widening as the white flash of light grew larger and larger. “You have to go. Now.”

Swallowing thickly, she leaned down and hugged him around his neck as tight as she could, inhaling the scent of ozone and spearmint for the last time. “I love you, dad. I love you so much.” Her fingers dug into his ruined suit as she cried. “I love you.”

He caressed the back of her cowled head. “I love you more, honey.” Pulling away, he leveled her with a firm look. “Now run, Lightning Flash. Run.”

The bluish-white lightning flowed across her body, and she turned, letting her feet carry her across the war-torn field, escaping the atomic blast. The world melted around her, a blur of memories surrounding her: her birthdays, her parents’ faces, her first stroke as a Flash, the start of the war, the deaths of her friends and family, everything up until now.

She was helpless to stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks, the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest, and the booming in her ears as she ripped through the waves of time and the boundaries of space.

A shriek sounded behind her, and she turned her head, eyes widening. “Ah shit!”

The time wraith screamed at her again, reaching out to grab her and she just barely dodged it, turning back to face the flowing warp. She was close. All she had to do was get to the next time boundary and she could lose the wraith.

“Almost there!” she told herself as another bellowed sounded in her ears again, and with one final leap, she burst through the barrier, the waves collapsing around her. The shock of the blast sent her skidding along the ground, and she cried out as she rolled.

Shouts sounded in her ears, humans, but she was more concerned about the screaming time wraith. “I just lost everything! Can’t you just leave me the hell alone!” It shrieked at her again, advancing and anger welled through her as she pushed herself to her feet and she growled, “You wanna dance, you sonovabitch? Then let’s dance.”

Her eyes lit up in a white force and she darted past the wraith, hitting a point above it, then she darted past again, and again and again in a star formation, over and over until all that could be seen was a blur of blue and white. The clouds rumbled above, swirling faster and faster and she hit the top of the star, coming down at the wraith. A burst of lightning cracked from the sky, striking the time being just as she collided with it, and in a hail of blue and white strikes, the wraith exploded into smoking fragments.

As the smoke cleared, the human voices grew louder, but she was sprawled out on the ground, breathing heavily, her body crying under the strain. Someone placed their hand on her shoulder, worrying, “Are you alright?”

She nodded weakly. “Yeah…just gimme a minute. The five-star lightning strike always takes a lot outta me.” Shutting her eyes, she focused on breathing deeply.

“I’ve never seen anyone destroy a time wraith before.”

“It takes practice.” Craning her neck, she opened her eyes, and bit back a sob as the man’s face cleared before hers. “You’re this world’s Flash, aren’t you?” she whispered, “Barry Allen.” His blue eyes widened, and he nodded mutely. “I figured.”

“Who are you?” he asked. “What world did you come from?”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. It’s gone now.” Meeting his gaze once more, she added, “But you can call me the Lightning Flash.”

“What’s your real name?” Barry quizzed.

(Y/N) Allen. And I’d tell you that but all it’d do is bring hurt to both of us.

“(Y/N) Sloan.” She laid her head down, closing her eyes. “I’m gonna take a nap for a while…I’m really…tired…”

His voice called out to her, but all she heard was a warbling noise as she drifted into darkness.

***

When she came to, her head felt like someone had thrown an overripe melon off a balcony ledge and watched it splatter across the ground. She groaned and forced her eyes to open, pushing herself up on her palms.

“Woah, woah, woah!” someone worried. “Take it easy there, Flashy.”

(Y/N) looked over, seeing a familiar green symbol, and an ever more familiar unmasked face. “I’m fine, Hal.”

He blinked. “You know who I am?”

“Please, I’d know that big head of yours from a mile away.” Smirking, she added, “I know everyone in the Justice League.” She grunted, pulling her left arm over her chest, feeling the taut muscles in her back ripple as she stretched them out. “Where am I?”

“The Watchtower.” Hal gazed at her curiously. “Man, when Barry said you knew who he was, I didn’t think he meant you knew all of us.”

“You sound upset that you didn’t get to introduce yourself,” she shot back with a pained grin, stretching her other arm. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll forget I know you, and you can reintroduce yourself.”

He chuckled and pressed a button on the side of the med bay bed. “Nah, no point now.” He looked down at the small light flashing. “Hey, she’s awake.”

In an instant, a sharp wind blew across the room and there stood the scarlet speedster without his cowl; moments later, the doors opened and in walked the top League members, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman.

(Y/N) threw her legs over the side of the bed as they walked over, waving off Barry and Hal who both reached for her, and stood on shaky legs. “Shit, I feel like a newly born giraffe.”

“You shouldn’t be up.” Barry frowned. “You practically tore yourself apart at the molecular level.”

“It was that or be taken by a time wraith,” she shot back, cracking her neck. “How long have I been out?”

“Eighty-six hours,” Batman said, taking her chin in his hand, tipping her head side to side as he shown a light in her eyes. “Your body’s been recovering slower than it should for a Flash.”

(Y/N) blinked. “The particular move does like Barry said it did. It tears the body at the molecular level to contain the speed force into one location.”

“It was dangerous,” Barry scowled, and she couldn’t help but laugh at this younger version of her father who was still just as serious.

“Being a Flash is dangerous.” She felt Batman pull away and she flexed her fingers. “I don’t use the move unless it’s a life-or-death situation.” Glancing at Barry, she questioned, “What earth is this?”

Before he could speak, Batman denounced, “You time jumped, and you don’t know what earth you came into?”

“I didn’t exactly have time to think out a plan while a nuclear blast was going off, Bruce,” she growled, glaring at him from behind the neon blue mask. “And to top it off, I had a time wraith coming after me. I wasn’t in a position to choose which earth I wanted.”

He went silent, gazing at her intently. “Whose names do you know of the Justice League here?”

(Y/N) looked around at the superheroes before her. “You’re all the same Justice League as my earth, but in mine, you’re retired, and your children run the show.”

“I’m sorry, children?” Hal interrupted. “We have—we have children?”

“Some,” she laughed. “Conner Kent is our Superman, Donna Troy is our Wonder Woman, Jason Todd is our Batman, Kyle Rayner is our Green Lantern, and Roy Harper is our Green Arrow.”

“And you?” Superman questioned.

“I’m my Justice League’s Flash. The Lightning Flash.” (Y/N) smiled wearily. “The fastest woman alive.” She toyed with the blue and white gauntlet. “At least now I am.”

“You said you were our kids?” Hal said. “Are you Barry’s daughter?”

The two Speedsters looked at each other and she answered calmly, “No. My transformation into the Flash was a freak accident, much like Wally West’s. That being said, I’m not related to the Flashfamily by blood.”

“Hmm.” Batman grunted, then turned, wandering off. “You need to rest up more then we’ll run tests.”

“Only if she consents.” Barry called out.

Bruce stopped, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he retorted, “She’s a Speedster from another universe. We need more information before we can let her loose in anyone’s city.”

As he wandered off, she placed her hands on her hips and griped, “God, I miss Jason being Batman. He’s less of a jerk-off about new things.”

Superman chuckled, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t take it the wrong way…(Y/N), was it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, (Y/N) Sloan.” Sticking her hand out, she added, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he murmured, shaking her hand strongly, then he pulled away. “He is right though. You should get some more rest before you wander around the Watchtower.”

She waved it off. “I’ll be alright. If you’ve got a treadmill designed for Speedsters though, I’d like to run a bit.”

“I’ll show you where it is,” Barry answered, leading her from the group. As they walked down the hallway, she paused, leaning against the wall as a wave of nausea came over her; he caught it instantly. “Are you okay?” he frowned. “We should go back to the med bay.”

“No.” she grunted. “I’m fine. Just…just gimme a moment.” Shaking it off, she squared her shoulders. “I absorbed speed from the remaining Speedsters on my world before I left. It’s just taking a toll on me.”

“Why absorb their speed?” he asked, and she could tell from his voice that there was a level of suspicion in it.

“Because it was the only way to keep it from being stolen by our enemies as we were being slaughtered.” (Y/N) looked down the hall. “We can go now. It’s passed.” She bypassed him, wandering down the hallway, though she kept a hand on the railing the entire time.

***

It wasn’t a surprise that they sent her back to Central City with Barry after the few tests she’d let them run. Only tests on the outside, no blood or DNA samples for them to investigate. Barry’s apartment was cramped and there wasn’t room for them both to be in the kitchen, but she’d lived there before, so ducking under his arms and turning around him was second nature.

And Barry, bless the kindhearted soul he was, tried at every opportunity to make her comfortable in the home. (Y/N) respected it, knowing that even worlds apart, Barry Allen was still Barry Allen. She watched him sometimes. When he was sitting on the sofa or at the bar, flipping through paperwork or reading a book on physics. He always lost track of time, forgot what was happening around him, but his face showed ease. Peace. Like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

It made her miss her father. It made her miss her family and friends. Her world. (Y/N) cried at night on the couch, silent tears dripping down her cheeks as she remembered every last moment of her family and friends’ lives. She’d been lucky in the end to come out unscathed. But her father, his friends, her friends, all dead. All killed in a pointless war that ended with the entire world blown to hell—and she was the only one left.

She sat beside the window, gazing down at the quiet street below her; she felt like crying, but by now, she’d cried out every tear, and all that remained was the hole drilled in her chest, empty and aching.

“(Y/N)?” Glancing over, she saw Barry coming out from his bedroom, brows furrowing at her. “Are you okay?”

Shrugging, she looked back out the window. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again, Barry.” It was hard to not call him ‘dad’ all the time, and weird to call him ‘Barry’.

She felt him sit opposite of her on the little bench. “Can I help you anyway?”

It took a while for her to speak, but when she did, her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s all gone. My life. All of it. I’m the only one left from my world.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m…alone.” His hand rested on hers and she felt tears well in her gaze. “I miss my family…and I miss my friends.”

She shook her head, looking at him. “Why my world? Why us?” tears slipped down her cheeks. “Everything was fine one moment and the next thing any of us knew, the world was going to war, and we couldn’t stop it.” A loathing laugh escaped her. “We were the Justice League. The proteges of the greatest heroes and yet we couldn’t stop war.”

(Y/N) wiped her tears. “We failed. I failed.”

“What happened wasn’t your fault, (Y/N).” Barry murmured. “You know that.”

“It feels like it.” She countered. “What do I have to show for all my saving? A sole survivor stuck in a world that has no need for her.”

His eyes were narrowed in concern, the way her father’s used to do when she’d tell him of her troubles and doubts. “There’s always a need for us. Everyone one of us.”

“Speedsters?” she asked, and he squeezed her hand.

“If the universe wanted you dead, you’d be dead, (Y/N). But you’re here and you’re alive.” He smiled sadly. “You can’t outrun the past. But you can change the direction you’re running in.”

She gazed at him and for once in the past few weeks she’d been there, she felt her heart lighten. “Thank you, Barry.”

He smiled warmly at her and patted her hand. “Since we’re both awake…wanna go for a run?”

(Y/N) chuckled and nodded her head. “Yeah. It’d certainly help burn off the emotions.” She held out her hand and Barry looked at the ring on her finger.

“Wow, your ring is cool.” He took her hand, gazing intently at it. “I noticed your suit isn’t red like most of us Speedsters are. Yours is mainly blue and white.”

She nodded. “It was too complicated to call myself Flash since there were more than one, so I took the name Lightning Flash and designed my suit the colors associate with lighting.” (Y/N) vibrated and reappeared in her suit. “Blue and white.”

“With silver trimming,” he added, poking the mask she wore, and she batted his hand away.

“Hey, gold’s overrated.”

Barry’s face pinched as he vibrated into his suit. “Is not!”

“Is too! It’s the colors for the Seminoles.”

He placed a hand to his chest. “I can’t believe you just told me my colors were FSU’s colors. I’ve been fatally wounded.”

“You’re a drama queen,” (Y/N) laughed then started towards the door. “Race you to Coast City!”

Barry sped after her. “Why Coast City!”

“Because it’s California, man!” she watched as he matched her speed. “And Hal’s apartment always has Doritos!”

“I think you might have a crush on our resident Green Lantern,” Barry teased and (Y/N) gagged.

“Dude, gross.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you aren’t friends with your Green Lantern!”

“The best, but Kyle and I were only friends! My dalliance fell with another team member!”

“Batman?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Batman.”

“Oh. Lovely.” Barry sighed. “You and Jason Todd seem like a wonderful pair.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, Jason was actually a fantastic Batman. He loved it, oddly enough.”

“That is odd,” the Speedster countered. “Because as far as I know, none of the Batkids want to be Batman.”

She merely laughed in return, passing the Coast City sign.

***

“You know these aren’t…my world folks, right?”

He smiled, watching the group of young adults across the room laugh and joke around. “I know, but the lot of us thought it would be good if you got together with the age group of you own.” Barry looked over. “Besides, I think you’re going to fit right in with this world’s group.”

(Y/N) tipped her head side to side, huffing a laugh as Jason thumped Kyle in the side. “We’ll see.” She let Barry lead her over and the small group perked up at their arrival.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming on such short notice. I know you were busy.”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest. “So, why did the League invite us all?”

Barry gestured to (Y/N). “I’d like everyone to meet (Y/N) Sloan. She’s a Speedster who recently arrived on this earth.”

“Recently?” Roy asked and he nodded.

“There was a…problem on her earth.” He glanced at her and nodded, prompting her to speak.

“My world isn’t in the general stream of timelines anymore.” She smiled awkwardly. “I came here to…survive more or less.” Holding out her hand for one of them to shake, she said, “But it’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“You know who we are?” Kyle asked as he shook her hand.

“Yeah. This world is surprisingly similar to mine, Kyle.” (Y/N) smiled with a little less awkwardness. “I know all of you.” Her eyes fell on Jason who was watching her closely, teal eyes narrowed in calculation. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He hummed. “Who are we over there?”

At that, all the awkwardness fell away. “You don’t wanna know,” she giggled, and his face dropped.

“No.” she nodded, and he whispered, “Me?”

“You.”

“I’m confused,” Roy interrupted, and Donna snickered.

“I think Jason’s the Batman of (Y/N)’s world.”

“HA!” everyone dissolved into hysterics as Jason proceeded to all but cry.

“I don’t wanna be Batman!” he whined. “Why am I Batman! Why not anyone else!”

(Y/N) laughed. “What are you talking about? You volunteered to be Batman.”

“Jesus, I must’ve lost my mind then,” Jason retorted, then looked at her. “Do I carry guns?”

“Non-lethal rounds.”

“Damnit.” He sulked. “Can’t freakin’ believe I’m the Batman on your world and I willingly put the suit on.”

“You were a good Batman,” she stated. “There wasn’t anyone I trusted more to watch my back on the team.”

He met her gaze, seemingly shocked, though it only lasted a minute as he quizzed, “So if I’m Batman, does that make all of us…?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Arrow, and Green Lantern.”

“And you?” Kyle asked.

“Lightning Flash,” she answered coolly. “The fastest woman alive.” Meeting their gazes, she tipped her head down. “I know you’re not them…but I do hope we can be friends.” She smiled. “You can never have too many of those, no matter what world you’re on.”

Kyle looked over at Barry who was almost crying. “We get to keep her, right? Because if we don’t, I’m going to be very upset.”

(Y/N) snorted and wrapped a loose arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, Kyle. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” A growling sounded and her cheeks warmed as she pressed a hand to her stomach. “Sorry about that.”

Jason laughed, getting to his feet. “I guess Speedster stomachs are the same no matter what world you’re on.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Barry retorted, and the vigilante looked at her.

“Wanna annoy Batman and hang around Gotham City?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Wait for me!” Roy shouted, yanking his legs from the table, and soon the others were following.

Barry watched them as they walked to the Zeta-Tubes, laughing and ribbing one another like they’d been friends since childhood; someone nudged him in the side, murmuring, “She’s gonna be okay.”

He nodded as Hal settled beside him. “Yeah…I know she will.” He smiled as (Y/N) leaned into Jason’s side and brought a hand to her eyes, wiping the tears away. “She’s already fitting in better than I thought.”

“(Y/N)’s a strong woman,” Hal acknowledged. “She acts a lot like you in that aspect.”

“How so?” Barry inquired and the Lantern shrugged.

“Well, you can’t get her to stop attending League meetings no matter what Batman says, and she’s always ready to put herself on the line for us.” Hal huffed a laugh. “And she treats me like I’m an old man. I’m thirty-eight and she acts like I’m fifty-six.” He looked at Barry. “But she flows in the world like you, Barry. Her mannerisms, her styles, her speech, it’s all you.”

The Speedster frowned, quietly stating, “You think she’s my future daughter, don’t you?”

Hal shrugged. “She doesn’t look like you, but she’s comfortable around you. Like she knows she’s safe if you’re there with her.”

“Why lie about it though?” Hal could tell Barry was hurt. “Wouldn’t she want to tell me?”

“If you lost everything and showed up in another world where there was a parent still alive, would you act like nothing changed or would you keep it at arms-length?”

Barry sighed. “You’re…right.” He shook his head. “I didn’t even think of that.” His frown deepened. “She must hate looking at me though. I’m not her dad but I’m another version of him.”

“She doesn’t hate you, Barry.” Hal said, clasping his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “She’s just…trying to keep it all together and not mix this world with hers.”

“I feel connected with her.” He admitted. “The speed force works funny like that. We can feel other speedsters—we know their speeds and auras.” His voice became soft. “Hers feels like…like…”

“Like?” Hal encouraged and Barry sighed.

“Her aura feels like when I went back in time and saved my mom.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to explain but she feels like—”

“Like family.”

Barry gaped at Hal. “Yeah…that’s exactly it.”

Hal nodded. “She’s still your daughter even worlds apart.”

“What do I say to her?”

“Don’t.” he answered. “Let her come to you about it.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Barry agreed.

***

The group had dispersed as quickly as it had come together, not that she was overly upset—she knew they all had prior engagements and teams to be apart of, but she would’ve been lying to say that it hadn’t saddened her a bit. Jason and Kyle, however, seemed to be the only ones that were usually around, Jason more than the latter.

(Y/N) liked being around Jason. He was much more hotheaded than she was used to, but she decided that like the Flashes, Jason Todd was Jason Todd no matter what universe he was in.

He was a little more reckless than she knew, playing fast and loose with the game, but he knew where his feet landed with each jump, and he was there when she needed help, her the same.

It hadn’t taken him long to deduce that the two of them were more than friends in her world, making the joke that she was his Catwoman—she’d cried she’d laughed so hard, but it given them time to talk about everything that had happened to her and her world; most importantly, her father.

She watched as Jason reclined against the cool stone of the ledge, passing one of the wrapped cheeseburgers to her. “Thank you,” she murmured, unwrapping it.

“Mhm,” he hummed, sipping his milkshake, setting his hood beside him; he swallowed and looked over. “What’s on your mind?”

(Y/N) blinked. “What are you talking about?” he merely cocked a brow and she sighed. “I forgot you could read people well.”

“Well maybe if you were a book and not a pamphlet, it’d be harder.”

“Did you just call me simple?”

“Never.” He waved it off. “What are you thinking about?”

She sighed again and set her half-eaten burger aside, pulling her knees to her chest as she whispered, “My mom’s maiden name was Sloan.”

Jason arched a brow. “You go by ‘Sloan’. Was your mom married?”

“My parents were. She died from cancer when I was ten.”

“I’m sorry,” he lamented, and she smiled.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) looked over. “My last name is Allen.”

His eyes widened. “As in Barry Allen, Allen?”

“Yeah…my dad.”

Jason blinked. “Holy shit.”

“Mhm.” She propped her chin on her knees. “The reason I’m just as fast as Wally West in this world is because I absorbed my dad’s speed before I left mine.” (Y/N) gazed at the city. “And then I left him to die in the blast.”

“You know that wasn’t your fault.”

She huffed. “So Barry’s told me.”

Jason stared at her. “Why do you live with him in Central City?”

“Because I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she answered. “And I…I—”

“You miss your dad.” He answered for her, and she nodded, feeling warmth gather in her eyes and she squeezed them shut.

“Yeah…it’s not him but…”

“It’s the only thing you’ve got that’s close enough to him.”

“Yeah.”

Jason nodded. “You’re welcome to come live with me over here.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “I can’t do that, Jason.”

“Why not?”

She laughed. “We barely know each other.”

He shrugged. “We know each other enough.” Gazing at her, he added, “I’m not your world’s Jason, but we must be similar enough because I’ve seen and felt you fall behind me during fights, being at my six when I didn’t have it covered.” He smiled. “You know me, (Y/N), and I’d like to know you too.”

She merely gaped at him, then huffed a laugh. “I think that’s the most similar thing to my world’s Jason that I’ve heard you say.”

“Oh, come on!” he griped. “He couldn’t be that different from me!”

(Y/N) smiled. “Robins.”

Jason blanched. “I had Robins?”

“You had a son, who was exactly like you right now.”

“I wanna ask about the son, but what do you mean right now?”

“Oh, you know…hotheaded, anti-social, antagonistic.”

“You’re cute,” he scowled, then looked into the distance. “I can’t imagine bringing my kid with me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Please, it took him like five years of complete begging on his knees before you’d even let him put on the suit, let alone go out with you.” She reached over and pushed hair behind his ear. “You were a good father…a good man.” Her expression turned sad. “I wasn’t fast enough to save either of you.”

Jason leaned into her touch, a frown on his face. “They know you tried, (Y/N).”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hope they knew that.” She shook her head as the tears started to spill over. “I lost everyone. You, JJ, my dad and all my friends.” (Y/N) stared at him through the tears. “How do I just start over after all that?”

He pushed the takeout bags out of the way and scooted over, pulling her to his chest; she buried her face in his suit and he propped his chin on the crown of her head. “I wish I had an answer for you.” He rubbed circles in her back. “But I do know that you can either let this keep you down, or you can get back up. Because if you don’t…then every life lost was in vain for you to survive.”

“I take it back,” she blubbered. “Your philosophical bullshit life lessons are the most Jason thing I’ve heard.”

He smiled, squeezing her tight. “That’s what we’re gonna call it now. Philosophical bullshit life lessons.” Jason pressed a kiss to her head. “It’s going to be okay, (Y/N). It’ll get better.”

***

It’d been a full year since she’d come to the new earth. She hadn’t moved in with Jason yet, but the moving boxes on the couch were the start of it—and she hadn’t told Barry she was leaving, or that he was her dad. (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to break that seal just yet.

She wandered around the tiny apartment, smiling at all the memories she’d made in the past year, and into his bedroom, where she paused at his dresser. A gold ring rested on top of it, and she picked it up, flipping it in her hand.

A woosh sounded from the door. “I’m home!” Barry’s voice trailed off in confusion and he called, “(Y/N)?”

“Here.”

He appeared in her peripheral, but she didn’t take her eyes off the ring, still gazing at the center stones. “There are boxes on the couch.”

“I’m moving in with Jason over in Gotham.”

“Oh…” he murmured, then took sight of what she had in her hands. “Is that—”

“Nora’s wedding ring?” she nodded. “Yeah.”

“How’d you know it was my mom’s?” Barry asked, stepping up to her and she finally looked at him, meeting his eyes.

“Because I had the same one in my world.” (Y/N) searched his gaze. “But you don’t seem surprised by that fact.” She sighed. “How long have you known?”

Barry’s face contorted in shame. “A few weeks after you got here.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He shook his head. “Hal said—” he sighed. “I wanted to wait until you said something to me about it. I was afraid if I did, you’d run.”

(Y/N)’s brows pulled together, lips pulling down sadly. “Barry…”

“I know I’m not your dad,” he whispered. “But I know, (Y/N). I can feel it.”

She felt her lips wobble and before she knew it, she was throwing herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist as tight as she could. “Dad.”

Barry’s arms came around her, one holding the back of her head, the other in the middle of her back. “I’m here, (Y/N).”

“I missed you so much,” she cried. “I wasn’t fast enough to save them, and I couldn’t save you either.”

“No,” he said. “You did everything you could. I know you did.”

“But I wasn’t fast enough.” (Y/N) sobbed. “You had to give me your speed so I could run away. Like a coward.”

“Like a survivor,” Barry corrected. “You’ve never run away.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “You’re a survivor, (Y/N). And your dad made sure of that.” He pulled away slightly, tears of his own dripping down his cheeks. “You’re fast enough.” She shut her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks and he pressed his lips to her forehead. “And no matter what world you’re on, you’re still my daughter.”

A laugh that sounded much more like a sob escaped her and she hugged him again. “I love you, dad.”

Barry smiled, holding her tight. “I love you more, honey.”

[thatkpophoelife]

Jealousy

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem. Reader (ft. Taehyung and NCT Jaehyung)

RATING: Mature 18+

GENRE: NonIdol Au. Highschool Au. Smut. Fluff 

WC: 8K

SUMMARY: You and Jungkook have been best friends since the beginning of time. You spent every waking moment together until one night your at a party and the feelings you have been trying to keep inside decide they want to erupt and make your life harder than you ever could have expected. 

WARNINGS: Swearing. under aged drinking. Big dick Jungkook. Oral (Fem. Rec.) Nipple Play. Fingering (Fem. Rec.) Multiple Orgasms. Cream Pie. Unprotected Sex. Slight Daddy Kink. Slight degradation (hardly mentioned). Thigh Ridding. 

A/N: I’m so happy I’m finally done with it. I am so happy with the result. I have been working hard for the last few days getting this ready to post so sorry if anything is spelt wrong or doesn’t make sense. ENJOY! 

You and Jungkook have been best friends since the first grade. It all started when you fell off the monkey bars during recess. Your palms and knees were bloody and scraped. The cement was rough against your skin and you could see those small little rocks in the small cuts on your hands. As a little kid they seemed way worse than they really were. You were scared you would need to go to the doctors for stiches and then they would need to give you a shot. You were like 7, things like that terrified you.

When you looked up through your watery eyes, you could see a little boy with cute cheeks, deep brown eyes, and bangs. You looked back down at the ground and wiped off your cheeks and nose. When you looked back up you saw the same boy but with his hand out for you to grab. You reached out to grab it and he pulled you up with a huge grin and a huff.

“I’m Jungkook but my friends call me Kookie.”

“I'm Y/N. Thanks for helping me up Jungkook.” You though it had a nice ring to it.

“No problem. I have a band aid in my pocket, you can have it”

“Really? Thanks.” When he handed you the band aid you couldn’t help but notice it had a small picture of Woody from Toy Story on it.

In the days that went by, you two hung out nonstop. He told you almost everything that you could learn about a 7-year-old. You learned his birthday was September 1st, he has an older brother named SeokJin that everyone calls Jin, he likes pizza, and loves soccer. You knew other things of course, but those were just some of the basics.

You became best friends extremely fast and spent most of your summer together. You went to the beach more than once a week. Your parents became friends with his parents and there was no going back on this friendship now. You did develop a teensy tiny basically non-existent crush on Jin but it quickly went away when Jungkook called you out on it and asked you to never see his brother in that light again. You agreed because even though you were only now 8, you still had your priorities and Jungkook was in the top 3.  

By the time second grade came around he asked you, aka forced you, into joining his soccer team so you could “spend more time together.” You whined for the entire first practice. Since your mom was excited to finally see you doing a sport, she put your hair up in pigtails and bought you neon pink knee socks with a just as neon yellow visor. You were not happy. When you got to the field you felt out of place and like everyone was laughing at you. Those worries effected how you played. Just because you never played the sport before doesn’t mean you weren’t somewhat decent at it.

You knew how to dribble kind of well and you had decent aim when trying to make the ball in the net. But your real strong suit was goalie. You were never afraid of the ball or of getting hurt. If you needed to you would gladly dive for the ball if that’s what your team needed to win a game. You were never a girly girl so getting dirt on your knees never bothered you.

Despite all of this you still didn’t want to try out. Your mom was loud and never stopped cheering your name, no matter where you were. You had no other siblings so it’s not like she had anywhere else to be. She had her own small company that way she could create her own schedule and get to go to anything you wanted her to and as far as she knew that was everything. All of your class field trips, sport games, school plays, everything. You were too nervous to tell her otherwise because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You know that she only went overboard because she loves you so much but sometimes you wished she loved you a little less. And your dad was always busy with his 9-5 job so he never went to any of your things.

You never stopped playing though. You ended up enjoying the sport more than you could have expected. It was even more enjoyable since you were actually good at it, you always got to be goalie in all of your games. You and Jungkook were actually the star players on your co-ed team. And whenever Jungkook would ask you about why you still played even though you “didn’t like it that much” you always said you liked it enough to continue playing and that you had nothing better to do. You knew deep down that he knew you enjoyed the sport just as much as him, but you also knew he would never call you out on it.  

You won almost all of your games, and you and Jungkook always fought over who deserved the trophy’s. Your argument was that the goalie was a key role to stop the other team from scoring. Jungkook’s was that he made most of the goals to keep your teams score up too high for the other team to ever catch up. It always came to a vote among your teammates, Jungkook always won and you knew it was because most of the girls had a crush on him and wanted him to like them back.

Besides that, nothing exciting happend in your friendship for a while. You spent a lot of time playing soccor in parks and when it was soccor season. You spent all of your summers together and both you’re your guys’ parent let you two get a golden retriever to take care of named Olive the summer before 6th grade. She was staying at Jungkook’s though because it was his idea in the first place. It didn’t mean you never go to see her there. You spent half of your summer there so you saw her a lot.

In your summer of 7th grade Olive got hit by a truck. You were both devasted and Jungkook spent a week at your house. All because Jin forgot to let Olive in at night so she decided to run. Jungkook didn’t talk to Jin for almost a month.

Then in 8th grade a boy named Park Jimin decided to throw a “End of the Summer Almost Freshmen in High-School” party. In reality it was more like ten people that were all in some way shape or form a part of his friend circle. You were invited because they needed another girl to come and Jungkook talked you up so much Jimin had no choice.

The night was all fun and games until his parents went to bed. He quickly grabbed an empty 16-liter Coca-Cola bottle and sat it in the middle of the floor and had everyone gather around in a circle. You were beyond nervous considering you hardly knew any of the boys that were playing and you have never had you first kiss.

A few rounds went by and nothing particularly interesting happened. Jimin kissed some girl named Emily that you didn’t like that much anyways. Then it was Jungkook’s turn. He spun it and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt as if the bottle was spinning non-stop. Past Emily, past Nichole, past Maddison, past Jimin, past everyone else. Then it stopped, and pointed at you.

You felt your heart speed up. You couldn’t kiss your best friend. It was wrong in so many ways. But the chanting of your names in the background couldn’t go unnoticed. You had no choice but to kiss him. Well, you kind of did but you were hoping that by doing something like this people will start to like you more and not look at you as Jungkook’s best friend. You both sat up and looked each other in the eyes.

Slowly the rest of the world started to silently drift away. You don’t know if it was because everyone around you stopped talking to watch the kiss or because you were to focused on Jungkook and nothing else. His right hand slowly went to up to your caress your cheek while his left hand was on the floor keeping him balanced. You couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his eyes. The way they traveled from your pupils, to the tip of your nose, and finally landing on your lips. The way his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your cheek leaving a burning sensation wherever it touched. The way he locked eyes with you one last time to make sure he had your permission first.

You noticed that the second you nodded your head giving him permission; he didn’t waste a second to kiss you. The kiss was soft but urgent. Like you both have been waiting for this very moment for so long. Once he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes and gave you a look you would never forget. He smirked.

You couldn’t help but shake your head in absolute confusion and utter disbelief. Did he want that kiss to happen? Did he do that because the guys were watching? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew, was that you’ve had a huge crush on your best friend since the very beginning.

Ever since that day he helped you up from the dirty ground when your hands and knees you scraped and bloody. Ever since he told you it was a good idea to co-own a puppy. Ever since the last day of middle school when you took a selfie jumping with glee. These feelings had been hiding ever since the beginning, and Jungkook’s lips was the only thing to break down the barriers and release those feelings.

You didn’t bother to sit back down in the circle. You wanted to go home, needed to go home. You didn’t want to wake up your parents and ask them to pick you up. You also didn’t want to walk through the door and have them ask why you came home. You knew exactly what to do.

Call Jin.

He answered on about the fourth ring. “Hello?” said the course and tired voice from the other line. You felt bad the second you heard him speak because you knew you woke him up.

“Hey Jin. Umm I was wondering if you could pick me up from the party?” You were prepared to literally beg him to come pick you up.

“Whatever. It’s the same house Kookie’s at, right?” You couldn’t believe you didn’t even need to ask twice.

“That is very correct. I will be ready and waiting outside for you to pull up.”

“Loser. I will be there in 10, don’t make me wait.” You couldn’t help but smile widely while you were getting you stuff together and putting your shoes on.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” You have got to be kidding.

“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here. I was invited” You can see it written all over his cute little bunny face that he was so confused.

“I- I'm just not feeling too well, I'm going home” You couldn’t help the painfully obvious stutter as you lied to your best friend’s face.

“How, it’s a sleep over? Your mom won’t be thrilled if you called her at 1 o’clock in the morning.”

“I already called someone, and they should be here any minute now so you can go back and enjoy kissing those other girls.” What did you just say? You couldn’t stop the words before they came out. Would that be how he found out you liked him? Is that the sentence that would ruin your friendship? Sometimes you felt so very stupid.

“Okay I will.” With that he walked back to continue the game of spin the bottle with a huge smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide and mouth agape. You couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss meant nothing to him. As far as you knew that was his first kiss, and it was most defiantly yours.

As you were lost in your dark cloud of thoughts, your phone dinged making you jump a little. It was Jin texting you that he was already there to pick you up. If you were honest, you weren’t expecting him to be here this fast.

You quickly picked your bag off of the ground, slipped on your black and white checkered Vans, and made your way out the door. When you got to Jin’s car, you quickly threw your stuff in the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Where to Y/N?” You could still hear the sleep in his voice and see it in his eyes. He was wearing a simple grey Champion hoodie with black Nike joggers. His hair was all messy from sleeping and the moon perfectly aligned his features. You couldn’t lie, Jin was one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, but you prefer guys closer to your age. Plus, you like the younger brother anyway. Hey snap out of it you need to not like your best friend.

“Um, Y/N? Where do you want me to take you because if you don’t speak up, I will take you straight home.”

“Oh, sorry. Can I just crash at your guys’ place? I know Kookie’s not there but I don’t want my parents asking questions and to yell at me for waking you up.” Yes, you were playing the, ‘please don’t rat me out’ card. But you weren’t lying to him so what’s the problem?

“Sure, just sleep in Kook’s bed. You tend to snore sometimes.” He reached over to ruffle your hair with a huge grin on his face

“Hey! I do not snore!” You felt like a 5-year-old throwing a fit with the way you pouted out your bottom lip, crossed your arms over your chest, and sank into the seat.

“Whatever dork. Why do you want to leave early anyways? Did something happen?” You could tell he was genuinely concerned, and he was crazy good at keeping secrets so what was the harm in telling him about your mild crush on his little brother.

“At the party after Jimin’s parents went to sleep we all played spin the bottle and when it was Kookie’s turn I suddenly was really really nervous it would land on one of the other girls and I didn’t know why but then it landed on me and we kissed and now I think I have a moderately huge crush on him that I never realized I had before and I'm kind of freaking out. Don’t tell anybody though please,” You finally took a breath after your long and wordy run on sentence.

“You’re just now realizing?” Jin had a huge smile on his face and was laughing but you had no idea why.

“What do you mean ‘you’re just now realizing?’” You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Y/N you and Jungkook obviously have had huge crushes on each other for like ever. He admitted his to me a while ago.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and you knew you would ask Jungkook about it the next time you saw him.

“Can you just take me to your place. It’s late and I'm tired,” After your friendly reminder Jin drove off to his house so you could sleep. He didn’t poke and prod at it any more and you were grateful. Jin was the older brother you never had and you were the little sister he always wanted.

When you woke up Jungkook was already there. You told him about how Jungkook told him that he had a crush on you. Jungkook shot you down almost immediately saying it was just a way to attempt to humiliate him. You felt hurt. Your best friend of years and your huge crush basically said it would be humiliating to have a crush on you. Lucky for you, you left very shortly after and spent your weekend preparing for your first year of high school and getting over your crush on Jungkook. Mostly.

****

Your freshman year was chaotic. You and Jungkook had only a few classes together so you almost drifted apart. It didn’t help that ever since the party Jungkook seemed to be hiding something from you. Something big. The only thing that kept you close was soccor and Jin. But after first semester Jungkook started hanging out with seniors and going to parties. You asked to go once, thinking that he would stay by your side and not let you be taken away by some guy you didn’t know. That wasn’t the case.

Once you entered through the doors Jungkook quickly left your side and got drunk. You caught him in a corner making out with a girl you had never seen before. Then you watched as he pulled her away to a room. Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed close behind. After a minute of them being alone in a room you began hearing moans. You were destroyed.

You quickly made your way to the door so you could go back home, when you ran into a very beautiful man. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He had beautiful chestnut hair and two beautiful dimples. You didn’t even bother asking for his name once you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You let him lead you to a room, know what was going to happen.

That was how you lost your virginity. It wasn’t special liked you hoped it was going to be. You later learned his name was Jaehyun. It didn’t matter because you didn’t plan on talking to him again. Neither of you wanted anything more than sex that night.

You and Jungkook got into a fight one night. You don’t know what happened to start the fight. All you remember is that it ended with both of you in tears and him hugging you like he never wanted to let go. You made up and everything that happened before that was forgotten. Mostly.

You spent the rest of your school years studying hard and getting through all of your actual difficult classes so the only non-elective class you were taking senior year was your English class. Which you had with Jungkook, of course. You spent your summers with him and you both made it into varsity soccor. He knew the truth about your love for soccor when he heard you talking to your mom about it.

You still hadn’t had a boyfriend yet in your sophomore year. You were just too busy with school to actually try to get a dude’s attention, and you said your junior year was going to be different. You would meet a guy, get Jungkook’s approval, fall in love, have the ‘break up talk’ when you sign up for college, and most likely do just that, break up. The only key problem is that whenever you were walking in the halls and saw a cute guy Jungkook would always say he was a dick and that he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You tended not to ask questions.

But now you were standing in front of your full-length body mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in your outfit and occasionally touching up your make up or hair. Your first day of senior year outfit was simple but was sure to turn heads. You opted for a tight-fitted white crop top that showed your cleavage, skinny ripped jeans that hugged your ass perfectly that also had a rip under your left ass cheek, and your black heeled Timberland’s. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup looked flawless. You asked Jungkook to bring one of his black leather jackets for you to wear over everything. Damn you looked good.

Just as you were shaking out any last nervous jitters you heard a honk, indicating that your best friend was here to pick you up. You quickly grabbed your bag, ran down stairs, and grabbed two slices of toast for breakfast. Saying by to your parents you turned the nob of the door handle and ran out towards Jungkook’s car. As you opened the door to his red convertible, he looked at you and his jaw dropped. You missed the way his eyes scanned your figure and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. He was eating you up in his mind, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Hey Kookie, do you have the jacket I asked for?” You handed him a piece of toast as your put on your seatbelt, shaking him out of his trance as he gave you said jacket.

“Ready for our first day? You’re going to be turning heads in that outfit,” You missed the way his eyes snuck a glance at your cleavage before driving off.

“I know right. I’ve been single all of high school so far and this year I want that to change.” You had a huge smile plastered across your face as you spoke. “I like your outfit by the way, it’s nice.” He was wearing black skinny jeans, black doc martins, a black tee, and a black faux leather jacket. And because of Jungkook’s new found passion of working out his thighs looked incredible.

“Thanks. Are we still going out to lunch so we don’t need to eat cafeteria food?”

“Duh, what else, and chew with your mouth closed you look like a 7-year-old.” You rolled your eyes and Jungkook did not miss the small and simple gesture.  

“Hey! You’re the one who became friends with this 7-year-old.”

“That’s not fair you were an angel sent from heaven, my savior. Now you’re just a jack-ass.

“I know you love me.”

“Jungkook what would you know. At first you thought that 7x7 was 64.”

“Oh my god woman will you just drop that I was in 3rd grade.” You both just laughed at each other’s silly antics from when you were younger until you pulled into the school’s parking lot. The second you stood up and walked over to walk in with your best friend, every one stopped and stared. It felt like one of those dramatic movie scenes where the wind is blowing and everything turns into slow motion while you hear the main characters internal monolog.

“Why is everyone staring at us, is something in my teeth? Did my makeup smudge?” You pulled at the side of his jacket making him lean down so you could whisper in his ear. Just because you were walking in 4-inch heels did not make you as tall as him.

“No dummy. We look like the ultimate power couple right now. The hottest girl and guy in school, of course they’re staring.” You were so busy nodding your head and looking at other people that you didn’t catch the way his eyes fell to the curve of your ass.

You walked into school going to your respectable homerooms, then meeting up in the hall to go to your shared English class. You noticed that the popular girls kept trying to befriend you. You knew it was because you were now a threat and they did not want you to be prom queen. Last year you weren’t but guess who was, Emily. You still didn’t like each other. You don’t know why you didn’t get along but it’s not like you wanted to be her friend or something.

You and Jungkook sat down next to each other talking about how weird the day had been. People were still staring but who could blame them, you both had huge summer glow ups.

When you looked up at the clock hanging above the door, you notice a boy you’ve never seen before. He was incredibly attractive and had a beautiful symmetric face. You felt like you were drooling while you stared at him. Then he looked over at you and smiled. How the hell does a man’s smile look like that. You finally met the man that would actually rival Jungkook’s own good looks.

“Hey can I sit here?” You jumped when he asked the question, not expecting his voice to also sound hot.

“Yeah, Y/N by the way.” You held out your hand for him to take, but instead of shaking it he placed an opened mouth kissed on your knuckles. Wow he was hot. It made your thighs clench. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” You were so entranced by this new boy’s handsome good looks you didn’t see the terrifying daggers Jungkook was sending his way. He read him like a book. He would lead a girl on, take her innocence, and then leave her out to dry.

Jungkook didn’t just guess this either, he had Taehyung’s snapchat and snapped him one summer after he saw him at a party. Taehyung had told Jungkook his tactics, and Jungkook even went to his house where he witnessed him use those very tactics.

“There’s a party at my house Saturday night around 10 pm, if you give me your number, I can text you the details and you can come.” You turned to Jungkook giving him hopeful eyes until he sighed and nodded. After all you don’t go to a party without your best friend.

“As long as Jungkook, my best friend since 1st grade might I add, can come with.” You weren’t going without him and that was that. Taehyung agreed without hesitation and you gave him your number. You quickly regretted it though because once he opened his mouth you lost interest extremely quickly.

All he could seem to talk about was all of the girls he’s hooked up with and how he could get any girl he wanted. You knew what he was trying to get at and became bored very fast. You were actually extremely grateful when the class started.

You and Jungkook passed notes the entire time, all about the egotistical boy next to you. And even though you didn’t like him, you would go to his party because you wanted to actually live a little your senior year. But sadly, one potential future boyfriend was out the door and you were back at square one.

The rest of the week passed by fast and because you had mostly easy elective classes you had no homework over the weekend for the first time in years. Which meant you had all sorts of time to party. You texted Jungkook to pick you up at around 9 so you would have time to get ready but still be at the party in time.

****

You woke up around noon on Saturday from your alarm. You didn't wake up because you wanted to but because you didn’t want to ruin the sleep schedule you didn’t even have. Why did you wake up again? Anyways once you woke up from you slumber you texted Jungkook to clear up some last-minute details.

 Y/N

are you up yet? I just woke up. why dont I wake up like disney princesses?? I look like a monster :(

Kookie

Disney princesses are pretty thats why you don’t look like them in the morning or ever for that matter

Y/N

stfu your no prince charming either

Kookie

Really? Then why would almost every girl in our school blow me???

Y/N

If thats the case then why don’t you get some so you can stop complaining to me about how horny you always are??

Kookie

Because I have my right eye some one

Y/N

WHO?!?! and why havent I heard about this until now?? and why just your right eye??

Kookie

Because not EVERYTHING is your business smartypants and dont talk about my left eye

Y/N

whatever I will find out about this mystery girl though… MARK MY WORDS!! YOULL BE JUNGSHOOK

Kookie

Whatever you say smartypants whyd you text me anyways?

Y/N

Right! your still picking me up, RIGHT?!

Kookie

Its you’re, but yes I'm still picking you up

Y/N

Good, I will be ready in 3-4 hours :)

Kookie

You do know the party is at like 10 right

Y/N

THEN JUST PICK ME UP AT 10 GOD DAMNIT

Kookie

Not how you spell dammit but alright

Y/N

Stfu english nerd and good bye until 10

 With that your conversation with Jungkook ended and you started to binge watch Haikyu!! until around 6. Then you rolled out of bed and started getting ready. You got into the shower, shaving everything. You didn’t know what was going to happen tonight so you figured you would be extra prepared. You even used your exfoliator, if you anyone got to touch you, they would be lucky.

Then you did your hair. You curled it perfectly and then put it in a high pony tail. Perfect party hair in your opinion. Then you did your makeup making sure to keep it simple yet amazing. You opted for a winged liner, perfectly done brows, and dark red lipstick. Lastly was your outfit. Your room was a complete mess after you threw half of your closet onto the floor but your pretty sure you found a great outfit.

You put on your matching set of black lacy lingerie that made your ass look good and your boobs even better. You than grabbed a different white crop top with a dangerously low cut making your black lace peak out from the sides and small booty shorts that barely covered your ass. Then you grabbed the same leather jacket you wore on your first day of school and put on a pair of sneakers. You went to that party with Jungkook once so you knew how crazy and disgusting the ground could be.

By the time you were completely done it was already 8:47. You didn’t think it would take quite that long to get ready but at the same time you did. You were touching up your makeup when Jungkook texted you he was waiting. You didn’t tell your parents about the fact that you were going to a party and they knew that if they saw you dressed the way you were, they would flip. So like any other teen, you made plans to sneak out.

The only person you to actually worry about catching you was your dad because you knew if your mom caught you, she would laugh at you and tell you to have fun. Your dad on the other hand not so much.

Jungkook parked a block down from your house and turned off his car headlights so he wouldn’t be as noticeable. You opened your window as quietly was possible and began to scale your wall. Thankful that your bedroom window was the one closest to the gutter and that you chose sneakers as your shoes. Once you hit the ground safely, you bolted for Jungkook’s car and got in as fast as you could.

“Hey cutie,” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows. Luckily for him, his car lights were off so you didn’t catch him gaping at your breasts.

“Sup, you ready to party?” You asked as he turned on the car and started to drive where the GPS told him.

“Yes, now remember no sleeping with some random dude and no drugs”

“Same to you mister”

“Ok so if you want to stay out late text your mom and ask if you can spend the night at my house because my parents are out of town and Jin is going to this food thing with his friends for like three days.” Jungkook said as he merged into traffic.

“Good idea,” You pulled out your phone and texted your mom knowing she would understand much better than your father. “She said that’s fine”.

“Good so if you get hung over you don’t need to try and explain it to your mom,” Damn was Jungkook always this smart, and did he always look this good.

After driving the rest of the way, you pulled into Taehyung’s house and you were awestruck. It was huge and surrounded by hedges. You couldn’t see another house within a mile which was good because that means the cops won’t be called because of noise complaints.

You stepped out of Jungkook’s car and walked into Taehyung’s house immediately being greeted with the smell of alcohol and weed. You quickly got separated from Jungkook and made your way to the kitchen to fill a red solo cup half full with some beer you found and apple juice. You slammed it down, wincing as it made its way down your throat. It wasn’t the best tasting but it was better than the beer by itself.

Once you were done making yourself the same drink again, you made your way outside and found a huge pool with a jacuzzi right by it. You scanned the area, seeing a couple making out in the pool and three boys you didn’t quite recognize playing around in the pool. As you continued looking around taking another sip of your drink you noticed something strange. Standing next to the pool was Jungkook and Emily.

She was twirling her hair in her fingers and giggling while Jungkook looked her up and down smirking the entire time.

You know you’ve been telling Jungkook to get a girlfriend for years now, but you thought he knew you were just joking. For some odd reason you were upset. You didn’t know why at first. Maybe because you didn’t like Emily, maybe because you didn’t want Emily to steal him away from you. You were Jealous. You hated when it hit you like a pile of bricks. But you definitely  intended on doing something about it.

You quickly downed the rest of your drink in your red solo cup hoping it would give you more courage, and made your way over to them.

“Hey Jungkook I need to talk to y-,” You were walking towards him and before you knew it you were falling into the pool. Your first thought was that you tripped but when you resurfaced from the water you saw Emily looking at you with a sly grin. All you could do was glare.

“Oops,” Emily snickered as she grabbed out her phone and took several pictures of you. Great now your hot ass makeup and hair was completely ruined. Shit you’re wearing a WHITE shirt and BLACK bra that are now wet. You looked down to confirm it and sure enough your shirt was more than see-through. AND Jungkook’s leather jacket was ruined. At least you wore sneakers.

“What the fuck Emily,” You were startled from your stare down with the girl when you heard Jungkook’s low voice. It was loud and honestly kind of turned you on. Wait you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend like that. You shook the thought out of your head and looked up at Jungkook. His fists were balled up at his sides and his jaw was clenched. He looked fine as hell.

As you slowly made your way to the side of the pool, he took off his leather jacket and knelt down. Once you got to the side he reached down with both arms, inserted his hands under your armpits, and hoisted you out of the water. He then helped you take off his ruined leather jacket and threw it at Emily. “Happy now?” He then took his perfectly fine leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders instructing you to hold it closed. “Come on let’s go get you cleaned up.” He bent down and whispered it into your ear causing shivers to go down your spin. You could only nod in response.

As he led you towards the doors of the house, he yanked his jacket from Emily’s hand and gave her one of the scariest looks you’ve ever seen. All you did was smirk and stick your tongue out at her like a 5-year-old. You were very satisfied.

He led you through the crowd of people dancing and grinding on each other like they weren’t in a public setting. He then led you to what you assumed was going to be a bathroom but ended up being a bedroom. You couldn’t help but wonder how he knew his way around so well.

When you entered the room, you realized it was huge with a bathroom connected to it. “Why did you take me here instead of a normal bathroom?” You asked.

“Because most likely they are occupied by other people and I don’t really want to walk in on some other couple having sex. Especially when I'm with you.” What was that supposed to mean? “And before you ask how I know my way around, I used to be sort of friends with Tae. I only came here once when he tried hooking me up with some random chick and I guessed I just remembered my way around.” He was so honest so easily.

“Did you do anything with the chick?” You felt stupid the moment you asked.

“What?” You don’t know if he didn’t hear you or what but you still asked again.

“Did you do anything with her, the girl he tried hooking you up with?” You felt pathetic.

“I told you have my right eye on someone else.” He said leading you into the bathroom.

“Who is this lucky girl anyways?” You asked sitting on the sink countertop while you took off Jungkook’s jacket.

He paused, “Let’s just say, I played a game of spin the bottle at Jimin’s house before freshman year started. I kissed her. She was the only person I kissed that night. I realized that I had a massive crush on her but she left and felt hella crushed. I stopped playing and couldn’t help but feel like I was losing her forever. But I still spend all of my spare time with her and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Deep down I’m afraid that she will never like me back because of the girls I slept with freshman year but I want her to know that I only did that to try and convince myself that it I wasn’t in love with her. After I found out she slept with some random guy one night at a party that I took her to I came to my senses and let myself love her. I still regret the night I took her to that party because I wish I was the one to get to take her innocence away.”

You looked at him, you mouth agape, “oh” You knew he was talking about you.

You watched his eyes dart down to your lips as his tongue poked out lick his. His hands drifted down and grabbed your waist softly, just in case you wanted to stop him. He slowly leaned down, brushing your hair behind your ear and whispering in a deep raspy tone that made your panties wet, “You can stop me at any time”.

Within moments his soft, plush lips were on yours. Your hands made their way up his back and intertwined into his black curly locks, tugging harshly. Jungkook let out a low groan that made your body hot. One of his hands crept up and lightly brushed against your nipple making you gasp into the kiss. Jungkook didn’t waste any time and immediately his tongue was exploring your mouth.

Once you broke the kiss, gasping for air, Jungkook placed his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up, causing goosebumps to emit across your body. He carried you out of the bathroom, throwing you on the bed. You watched as he took off his shirt and crawled over you. You’ve seen him shirtless many times but this time it was different. You happy felt up his chest and you didn’t have to worry about him questioning you because he was kneeling over you, devouring you with his eyes.

Before you knew it, he was trying to take your shirt off. You gladly assisted him, pulling off your bra along with it. Once it was off and you looked up at him, you felt shy. Jungkook was just staring at your chest and wasn’t saying anything.

“Do you need to make it obvious that you don’t like my boobs?” Your hands went up to cover yourself. You were always insecure about them.

“Your right Y/N I don’t like your boobs; I fucking love them,” He quickly moved your hands away and leaned down. His mouth connected with your nipple, his tongue making your back arch into him. You felt yourself growing wetter by the second. His teeth gently grazed your nipple and you let out a loud whimper. You really hoped your great-grandma wasn’t watching you right now.

He left of your nipple with a pop and kissed his way to your other, leaving small hickeys marking his path. He did the same things to this one. You couldn’t wait anymore and moved your hand down to your core. You needed some sort of friction, but Jungkook’s hand stopped you.

“Ungrateful slut. I’m giving you all of this pleasure and you can’t wait. I want you to ride my thigh and maybe if I like what I see I’ll let you finish more than once tonight,” You looked at him in awe. When the fuck did he learn to talk like that. It was hot as hell but still.

He went and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. You werent sure what to do, so he pulled you onto his thigh. You froze up right away. You were straddling his thigh too afraid to do anything. He looked you dead in the eyes as his hands went down to your waist, forcing you to move. Relief flooded you. You were so happy that he finally let you have some sort of friction.

Your hands went to rest on his shoulders so it was easier to hold yourself up. You quickly started doing all of the work. Moving yourself at a fast pace on Jungkook’s thigh. You could feel his hard through his pants and it only made you more needy. He continuously clenched his thigh making you come undone even faster.

“Oh my god Jungkook. I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cu-,” You let out shaky breath feeling that familiar knot build up in your stomach. Right as you were about to snap Jungkook stopped your hips from moving.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum already? Go lay down.” You obeyed him quickly, watching as he kneeled down at the end of the bed. He grabbed your pants and with one swift motion slid them off, throwing them somewhere else in the room.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you. This good little pussy” He ripped your panties off of you, eliciting a loud groan. You were becoming impatient, squirming in front of him. He used his hand to hold your hips in place, while his other went to rub delicate circles on your clit. You watched as his face dove into you. Licking a stripe up your folds, collecting all of your juices.

“Fuck Y/N. You taste so good.” He groaned out, quickly diving back in. His eyes were blown out in hunger. He moved his hand away from your clit and replaced it with his tongue. Sliding one finger in you, moving at a slow pace and curling it, reaching your g-spot. A loud moan escaped you as you started trying to rock your hips against his face. Interlacing your fingers in his locks.

He pulled away to take a breath, “Do you think you can handle to fingers? Gotta prepare my baby for later. Yeah? I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Gonna destroy this pussy.” With that he inserted a second finger into you, reattacking your clit with his tongue. His pace kept intensifying. You could feel the familiar knot in your stomach build.

“Fuck Jungkook. I'm gonna-,” your words turned into a drawn-out moan when he hummed against your clit.

“Cum for me baby.” At that, the knot it your stomach snapped and relief washed over your body. You tried closing your legs but Jungkook held them open.

Once he was done lapping up all of your juices, he moved up and kissed you, hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands made their way down to undo Jungkook’s pants. He broke away from the kiss and stood up, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swift motion.

You stared at his member for a second in awe. You knew he was big, but no that big. The tip was an angry red and you could see the veins. You were growing wetter just thinking about the delicious stretch.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said “I'm gonna have to go in raw.”

You smiled up at him, bucking your hips up towards his hard to get some sort of friction. “I'm on birth control.” That was all you needed to say before he slowly started entering you. The stretch being uncomfortable.

“You okay?” He asked worry on his face. You shook your head, “It’s just, new.”

He smiled, “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

After a moment you shook your head, giving him the okay to start moving again. He slowly pulled out all the way before pushing in again, hitting your g-spot as he did. You could feel the veins on his cock, and your legs wrapped around his small waist as your hands wrapped around his neck.

He slowly started to pick up the pace, pulling out all of the way before pushing back in. It wasn’t long before the pain morphed into pleasure. Moans spilling from your lips. The louder you moaned the faster he went.

“Ha-harder, da-daddy,” you didn’t mean to say it, but when you did his head snapped up.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He starting snapping his hips into yours. You could hear the head board hitting the wall with each thrust but you didn’t mind at all. All you felt was bliss.

“Da-addy I-I'm gonna c-cum.” Your walls started clenching around him.

“Fuck baby, cum. Cum for daddy” With that you did. Your release hit you hard. Your legs shaking as you dug your nails into his back piercing a few layers of his skin. Moaning out his name.

Even after you came, he kept pounding into you, chasing his own high. Beautiful moans escaping his lips as he did. Your moans making him close. His body was coated in a layer of sweat.

“Cum in me daddy. Please. Fill me up.” You choked out as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” You tightened around him one last time, feeling as his seed shot into you. You both laid there for a moment. Neither one wanting to leave. You could feel your mixed juicing seeping out of your whole as he began to soften inside you.

He slowly pulled out of you, “You need to go to the bathroom.” He picked you up bridal style from the bed and walked you over to the bathroom. Setting you down on the toilet so you could pee. When you were done, he picked you up and set you on the counter, taking a warm rag and cleaning you off making you sigh at the pleasant feeling. He carried you back to the bed and laid you down, getting into his boxers.

He laid down next to you and covered you both with the blanket, before wrapping his arm around tightly around your waist. His chin on your head as he cuddled you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep

****

When you woke up and saw your best friend next to you, sleeping peacefully, you were relieved. Relieved that it wasn’t a dream and relieved that he didn’t up and leave in the middle of the night to leave because he regretted it. You leaned over and draped your arm over his torso and snuggled up to him, resting you head on his arm. He groaned, making you halt your actions.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said with a smile, kissing you on the top of your head.

You smiled happy it was him you woke up next to, “Morning.”

****

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. :) Send any ideas you have for anything. P.S The gif wouldn’t load :( so sorry about that. 

[certified-dumbass02]

Gold Rush (pt.2)

Pt.1:

~*~

You hear your name shouted eagerly in that raspy voice you adore, and it’s everything you love to hear but can’t afford to hear.

She bounds over to you, blonde locks glinting under the neon lights of the bar. Her smile is wide, pretty and rounds out the edges of your whole world; the hold this woman doesn’t realize she has over you is exactly the reason you never wanted to love her, but somehow you still can’t bring yourself to regret it.

She slides up next to you, leaning on her arms on the table.

“Hey there, Y/N,” she winks, and you feel your stomach flutter in spite of yourself.

You tip an imaginary hat at her with faux politeness. “Comrade.”

She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, and you errantly admire the full pinkness of it before you startle yourself back into reality. “-you been? Haven’t heard from you today.”

You blink, and Karly, no Kate’s drink comes into focus. It’s the first time you’ve thought about her since Yelena walked inside, and you’d feel bad but you know it’s not a choice; you’re helpless and there’s not much you can do to get over her when she’s right in front of you.

You grimace, and rub your neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’m uh, actually on a date right now. She’s in the bathroom.”

Yelena’s mouth drops open and her body tenses. “What do you mean you’re on a date right now? You didn’t tell me you were going on a date, how long have you been seeing this girl, who is she?”

Your startled by the rapidness of her demanding questions, but stammer out the answers. You’ve never seen this fierce seriousness in her, because she’s usually so nonchalant and easy going.

“Kate Gosser? What? Absolutely not, no, she sleeps with everyone!” Yelena splutters, face getting red. “You can’t date her!”

You raise your brows in disbelief, because even if you’re in love with her you can’t let her tell you what to do and get away with it. You’re not even committed to defending Kate, it’s more that you have an innate aversion to letting Yelena go unchallenged.

“Oh well that’s rich coming from you, Black Widow,” the nickname drips with sarcastic venom from your throat, every resentful and jealous thought you’ve had about the guests to Yelena’s bed behind it. “Have you slept with her, is that how you know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’d never sleep with her. I have taste,” she shoots back immediately.

You open your mouth to retaliate but are interrupted by Kate approaching cautiously. You’re not sure if she heard your conversation with Yelena, but she can clearly see the tension radiating off the two of you.

“Hey Y/N,” Kate says tentatively, glancing at Yelena, whose jaw is locked in a scowl. “Is everything alright here?”

You start to respond but Yelena answers for you, cold and clipped. “Everything’s fine.”

You kick her lightly under the table but force a sickly sweet smile at Kate. “Yes, everything’s okay. Kate, this is my friend, Yelena. She just walked in a minute ago.”

Your date seems to accept your answer, and smiles at both you and your angry Russian, who merely quirks an elegant, unimpressed brow. “Cool, I feel less bad now because I think I’m going to have to head out. I really enjoyed tonight, but I have work really early in the morning so I better go.”

You nod at her. “Oh that’s too bad, but I totally understand.”

Kate grins. “Well I’ll see you later, call or text me anytime.”

She goes to hug you, but Yelena stands solidly in between you, unmoving. You kick her again and she finally budges, if only an inch. Kate squeezes in the space and kisses you on the cheek. You feel the molten green glare like smoldering coals from a fire.

Your date pulls away, and Yelena petulantly takes a long drag from your drink as she waves goodbye to her.

Kate walks out, oblivious, and you both turn fiery eyes at each other.

“What the hell is your problem, Yelena?”

She looks mockingly surprised. “My problem? I don’t have a problem. You have a problem choosing suitable women, is my only problem!”

You scoff at her. “Once again I believe you’re projecting your own behavior onto other people.”

“So you’re saying I have a problem picking bad dates.”

“Yes.”

“While you’re out dating Kate Gosser.”

“It was one date, I don’t know why you’re so pissed about it!”

It’s then she goes quiet. Her brows go up and she bites her lip as she toys with her fingers on the table. Something has changed, but you have no idea what; the fire in her goes out as she takes in a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I did pick the worst person to fall in love with. You’re my problem, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as she shakes her head, scoots back her chair and leaves the bar, alarm bells going off in your head as you sit paralyzed. It takes you a second to process what she said, what you think she said, but when you do you’re shooting out of you own chair and chasing after her.

It takes you a few minutes to catch up with her, but finally you see her ahead of you, walking swiftly but stiffly, like if she stops moving she’ll break down.

“Yelena!” You shout, and when she turns to look at you, you know you have no choice but to tell her you love her, just like you have no choice but to love her to begin with. “It is the natural condition of mankind to want you!”

She furrows her brow in confusion as you slide up to her, panting and yelling.

“Everyone, absolutely everyone wants you. I hate that. It’s like a requirement to live in this town. ‘Do you like Yelena Belova? Yes? Welcome in!’ I hate that. You’re like the human version of a gold rush and I hate that too!”

She looks at you in absolute bewilderment. “I’m not sure if those were compliments or insults-“

“The one thing that I can’t hate is you-“

“-thank you?”

“I can’t hate you even though I very much want to sometimes because what I really hate is being a cliche. I don’t like to do what everyone else does and here I am doing it anyway because you’re you and how could I not?”

“I still don’t understand what you’re saying,” she pleads, and it comes rushing out of you because you’d do anything to make that hurt look in her eyes go away. “You’re my problem! I’m in love with you!”

It’s like she’s been hit with a truck. “Wh-what?”

“I love you! Te amo! Je t’aime! However the hell you say it in Russian, that’s what I do to you!”

She blurts something out breathlessly, and your eyes widen as you register what it is.

“Wait, that’s-“

She says it again, nodding, and you suddenly feel like you’ve been hit over the head with a brick or a grand piano.

“That night, you were telling me that night that you love me?”

Yelena steps closer to you slowly, as if you might disappear if she goes too fast. She’s gazing at you in awe, like she’s struck, and you know a similar expression must be mirrored on your own face. “I was,” she smiles so gently at you. “It was the night the Black Widow retired.”

“So you haven’t been with anyone since then?”

The blonde shakes her head simply.

“But that was months ago. You’ve loved me that long?” You ask in disbelief, reaching out with your hand to grab hers. It fits warm and snug against your own.

“Much longer,” she admits sheepishly, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. “And you? How long have you loved me?”

You grin and squeeze her hand. “When you compared yourself to an onion, like Shrek. That’s when I realized I was in love with an idiot.”

She looks at you in absolute wonder; it’s like the whole of the galaxy is in her eyes as you move even closer together.

Your hands move up to cup her face and her pretty blonde eyelashes flutter shut as you lean in to finally kiss her.

It feels like coming home.

She sighs in content as you part, nuzzling her nose against yours when you lay your foreheads together.

“You’re not going to call Kate Gosser back, are you?”

You kiss her again, grinning against her lips.

“Absolutely not. I’ve struck gold.”

[ozarkthedog]

Hidden Solace

Summary: Andy finds comfort in the most unsuspecting place.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Sex Worker!Reader

Word Count: 1,929

Warnings: SMUT. Oral Sex (Male Receiving). Glory Hole Virgin. Swearing. Slight Angst?. It’s up to you to decide if he is with Laurie or not while you read this.

Author Notes: This fic is full of smut and feelings! I hope you all love this little fic as much as I loved writing it. 💙 *Credit goes to gif owner.

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Andy’s palms were sweaty as he sat in his Audi psyching himself up.

He stared out the wind shield taking in the shady looking building with its neon sign blaring into the dark night. He was taking a chance showing up at a place like this, but he was desperate.

Andy sucked in a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

He pulled his Red Sox cap low and covered his eyes with his shades as he crossed the threshold into the XXX Store.

He heard this place was running tricks. A Glory Hole out back for paying customers who could keep their mouths shut. Andy had no problem with that.

Soft Core Pornos played on small TVs embedded into the walls with copious amounts of toys, lubes and bondage gear stocking the shelves.

Andy casually strolled down the last isle pretending to look at some magazines before sauntering over to a grimy countertop placed at the back of the building.

An older woman sat at the oversized counter engrossed in an erotic novel as Andy shifted on his feet, clearing his throat.  

The woman’s eyes flicked up to Andy before she begrudgingly put her book down.

“It’ll be $50. Cash.” She said, sounding disinterested.

He ruffled through his wallet and deposited the money in her hand trying to not raise his head.

“Down the hall. Last door on the left.” She said, pointing with her thumb to the black curtain to her left.

“Have fun.” She feigned a smile and picked her book back up.

Andy passed through the curtain and walked down the hall intent with getting to his location. Various groans, creaky wood and the smell of sex filled the air as he strode by a handful of doors before arriving to his destination.

He stood in front of the door for a moment, unsure if he could actually go through with this. Maybe he could get his money back?

He heard a set of footsteps sound at the end of the hall and without thinking he grabbed the doorknob and dove into the room.

His heart pounded heavily against his chest as he leaned against the door feeling as though he almost got caught. He laughed to himself thinking how stupid he just looked to some guy who was headed to get his rocks off.

Andy peered around the tiny room as he took his hat off and stuck the brim in the back pocket of his jeans along with his sunglasses. A small bulb hung from the ceiling producing a dim yellow hue, a bench with a box of tissues and a small cut out in what looked like a wall covered in wood paneling.

He rubbed his face with dismay. How he ever talked himself into doing this…

Andy heard shuffling beyond the wall and then a faint, female voice.

“Hello?” You ponder with a quiet tone, unsure if anyone was in the opposite room.

You learned to not look through the hole. You made that mistake once and you never wanted to repeat it. Plus, the boss man didn’t want you to know who you’d be “servicing”. Something about privacy.

Andy cleared his throat nervously, his voice sounding just as timid. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. Hi.”

You smile at his apprehensiveness. It was rare that you got a Glory Hole Virgin.

“First time, huh?” Your smile coming across in your tone.

“That obvious?” Andy smirked as you let out a warm laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s ok. There’s nothing to be afraid off.” You scoot closer to the wall, the padded plastic bench you sat on crinkled under your weight.

“Why don’t you get relaxed. If you’re wearing a jacket you can hang it on the hook to the left.” You hear him shucking off his jacket in the tiny space. His movements cause the small bit of light pouring through the hole to flicker.

You motion for him to come forward when you slipped your hand through the hole, reaching out into the empty space until his hand found yours.

It caught you off guard, your hand jolting in his grip. “Shit. I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to do that?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“It’s alright. I was just expecting a hard cock is all.” You laughed again, overcome with how sweet the man on the other side of the wall was. His larger hand encased yours until you maneuver his grip and lock hands with him.

“Oh…” He’s grateful you can’t see his face as it turns beat red. “That makes sense.”

“You’ve got soft skin.” You say, running your hands over his palm and up his wrist.

“Uh, thanks.” He responds with a dazed tone, enraptured with the way your hands feel tracing over his palm.

Andy bit his lip from the tender sensation. If your hands felt this nice on just his palm, he could only imagine how they would feel on his dick.

Blood began to pool in his cock, straining against his jeans with every trace you made from fingertip to wrist.

Boldly, you made a fist with your hand and grasped two of his fingers. Andy gasped at the lewd motion as you slowly jerked his fingers. You knew what was happening when the man went quiet.

“Are you hard?” Your lust filled voice cut through the spell Andy was under as he watched your tiny hand pull at his digits.

“Yes.” He declared, no longer ashamed of where he was.

“Good. Now, why don’t you take your cock out and let me feel all of you.”

You hear him shuffling his clothes around and a zipper sound before he speaks with unease, “Do you want me to just place it in your hands or…?”

“Yes, come here. I want to see how big you are.”

Andy stepped closer to the wall as your tiny hand wrapped around his impressive girth. You both gasp when your hand circles his rock hard length and slides down ever so slowly.

“Fuck.” Andy groaned, leaning his head back on his shoulders. Your tender touches make his blood boil.

“Does that feel good?” You ask, jerking your fist around his cock before grazing the crown with gentle caresses.

“You have no idea.”

His hips shake when you jerk his cock with a steady grip, traveling down his shaft and back up to swirl your palm around the head. Precum smears your hand prompting you to want more.

“Let me have a taste?” Your voice sounds innocent but it’s laced with a hint of yearning.

You carefully pull his cock through the cut-out in the wood paneling. His package takes up the entire hole, making him press his body against the wall when you bring his balls through to your side.

You stare at the straining appendage for a minute, overwhelmed with how thick he was. Your mouth watered and your thighs clenched together instinctively as a drop of precum leaked from the tip.

“Uh… everything ok?” Andy questions worriedly until he feels a hot swipe travel from the hairy base to the reddened tip.

His eyes slammed shut with a hearty growl when you dragged your tongue up the expanse of his girth before swirling around the head. You lick at the precum and relish it’s salty tang.

“You’ve got a magnificent cock, Sir.” You declared before stretching your mouth wide and swallowing him down.

Andy’s hips jolt forward not expecting you to take him completely in your mouth so suddenly. Your jaw stretched to accommodate his thickness as your hand fondles his sack with light caresses.

His deep, sinful moans are somewhat muffled but they hit your ears like a choir of angels.

Your bob your head on his length and jerk what you cannot fit, saliva slicking your grip as he thrusts a little in your hand. Your lips suckle at his frenulum, causing him to growl.

“God Damn. Your mouth feels amazing.”

You smile with glee around his throbbing cock, determined on getting him to fill your mouth.

Hard tugs jerk his thickness with prowess as your left hand pulls tenderly at his sack. You can’t help but vibrate his length with your joyful moans as you feel him swell over your tongue. Rarely did you get to service a cock like this.

Your core wept wantonly as you sucked on his cock. It pooled between your thighs and screamed at you to ease the tremendous ache caused by this stranger.

Andy out right whimpered when you poked at his urethra, gingerly nudging your tongue into the tiny hole.

He rested his head on the wood paneling, overcome with the intense sensations. He never had a woman use her tongue on him this way, it was devastatingly profound.

It’d been too long; he wasn’t going to last. He brought his fist up and banged on the wall with pleasant irritation.

You halted nervously, pulling off with a slurp, “Are you ok?”

“Shit- Yes. Sorry. It’s just been... it’s been a long time.” Andy sputtered. “Please, keep going.”

You heard the sadness in his voice and it tugged at your heart strings.

“A cock like this should never go a day without getting wet.” You crudely professed before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking greedily at the bulging head, desperately needing to taste his seed

Andy felt his belly go taunt when you flicked your tongue around his cock head before swallowing him down. Your gag reflex kicked in as he met the back of your throat with a heavy punch.

He growled a low, “Fuck” as his body shook. His sack shrunk signaling his oncoming orgasm.

“Fill my mouth, Sir.” You command quickly before swallowing him down and gagging heavily around his length.

Andy’s muscles lock tight as his brain floods with endorphins. The rapture of finally hitting his peak via another person causes a full body shudder to pass through him and he cums with a strong howl.

He released his hearty load into your awaiting mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down. You slowly jerk his cock adding to the overstimulation of sucking at the tip making sure you got every last drop.

Sadly, you let his cock slip from your mouth and he pulls his dick through the hole.

You hear him panting from the powerful orgasm when he rests his body against the wall. He sluggishly stuffs his throbbing cock back in his jeans overwhelmed with the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Um… I hope that was good for you.” Your usual meekness back in play.

Andy huffs out a laugh. “Oh, Darlin. If you only knew what you just did for me…” He trails off, not wanting to divulge too much.

You beam upon hearing how satisfied he was. Something about him made you feel different but you tried not to think about it. That wasn’t good for this line of work.

“Well, I’ll be here the same time next week… you know, if you want to stop by. Just ask for Room 6.” You hated the way you sounded, smacking your hand against your forehead. This wasn’t a restaurant.

He waited a minute before he speaking, twisting his ballcap in his hands.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect coming here… so thank you. Honestly.” His voice was full of sincerity and longing. You wished you could see his face; rules be damned.

He gathers his jacket, throws his hat on and shades his eyes before stepping out of the door with a smirk.

“I’ll see you next week.”

[cutegirlmayra]

Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.

[lilacyennefer]

The Cinnamon Series — Peace

Chapter 3

A/N: I thought I wouldn't make you guys wait for long after the previous chapter's cliffhanger, so here it is! Enjoy ^.^ Feedback is much appreciated <3

WARNING: insecurities, that's all I think

The next morning Angel didn’t show up to help you with the shop, but honestly you weren't expecting him after how he stormed away from you last night. 

It hurt, because you truly liked Angel, maybe even loved him, but you were so terrified of him breaking your heart that you had a hard time letting him close to you. 

A few hours passed when you heard the familiar roaring of a motorcycle, Angel’s motorcycle. 

“I wasn't expecting to see you.” You say as he steps into the shop.

“I know.” Angel nods. He looks around, anywhere but at you as he slips his hands in the back pocket of his jeans. “I came to say goodbye.”

“What??” You ask loudly, panic suddenly rushing over you. “Angel, if this is about last night I can tell…”

“No, it’s club business.” He finally looks at you. “We are going on a run, I don’t know how long it will take.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

Angel nods again “Take care, querida.” 

You watch him walk out of the shop, surprising even yourself, you yelled his name, stopping him in his tracks. You run after him, stopping in front of him.

“Can we talk when you get back? Please?” You ask hopefully, wanting to clear things with him. You’re honestly grateful that he’ll be away for a few days so you have the time to think. 

“Do we have anything to talk about?” He asks bitterly. 

“Yes. We have a lot to talk about.” 

“Alright.” 

“Please, be careful.” You tell him softly, placing your hand gently on his cheek. “You’re more important to me than you think.” You whisper. 

Angel’s hard eyes softened from your words, you can see his softness come back. 

He leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of his lips on your skin makes your pulse rise rapidly. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away. 

You watched him hop on his bike, then drive away. 

“So, what’s exactly the problem?” Zoë, your sister asks as she sits down in front of you on your bed. 

You’re having a sleepover while Angel is away, asking Zoë for some help. You needed to talk to someone, and she always gave good advices. 

“You know exactly what’s the problem.” You sigh loudly.

“Okay, you want me to be honest with you?” You nod, signaling her to continue. “You always tell us that if we have a problem, like us in our friendship, then we have to talk, and not bottle emotions up. So what’s stopping you from doing this now? With Angel?”

You always believed in talking about your problems with each other, rather than keeping things until you gathered too much and you exploded, and started yelling. 

“I haven't known him for that long…”

“But how do you feel about him?”

You let out a loud sigh again “Good. He’s a good person. With a lot of insecurities that I could see already.”

“Does he seem like the person who would bail on you if you’d tell him?” 

You stop for a long time to think about Zoë’s question.

“Why do you have to ask such difficult questions???” 

“Because you asked me to help.”

You stay silent again, before asking the thing you fear the most.

“Do you think it’s better to lose him for the truth than keep him with lies?”

“That’s a question that you have to answer.”

Four days passed since Angel left, and four days passed since your sister tried to help you with this situation. You don’t know how much time you’ve left to think, how long it will take for Angel to come back to town. 

You were exhausted today, it’s been a long day renovating your soon-to-be bakery, so when you get home all you want to do is take a long, relaxing bath. You were sitting in the bathtub, the warm, vanilla scented water relaxed your muscles, and the sweet scent caressed your soul. Your head was laid back on the edge of the bathtub when your phone started ringing, making you snap out from your thoughts. You wipe your hand in the towel resting on the small chair next to the bathtub, the one you put there so you have something to put your phone on. You’re surprised to see Angel’s name on the screen, before you answer the phone you take a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart.

“Hey.” you say.

“Hi.” Angel sighs “I’m not supposed to call you, we’re not allowed to be on the phone when we’re on a run…” he trails off “...but I missed you.”

Even in the heat of the bathroom, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks from his words.

“I missed you too.” you whisper sweetly. “I’m glad to hear from you. Knowing that you’re alive.”

“You keep me alive.” Angel says, there’s no hint of flirting in his voice, only honesty “Knowing that you’re waiting for me.”

“How long until you’re back?”

“Three more days.”

“Okay, I think I can do three more days.” Angel could clearly hear your smile from the other end of the phone, but before he could reply you heard his name being called.

“I gotta go, querida.” Angel sighs.

“Take care, Ángel.”

“Buenos noches, querida.”

Three days passed quickly, since you were busy with the shop and you exhausted yourself every day. 

Despite your conversation on the phone, you were nervous to see Angel again, and nervous to have the conversation with him. You were extremely fond of him, even if you only knew him for a few weeks. 

You’ve done a lot in the bakery in the past week, the walls were painted and dried, there was a new floor now, so you slowly started doing the decorations. Since the neon lights with your logo have arrived, you decided to do that first. The pink neon light with the word ‘El Paraíso’ was situated in the middle of the thin ring made of metal that you plan to decorate with fake flowers. 

“El Paraíso.” A loud voice snaps you out from your work “Fits you perfectly, mi dulce.” The words make you look up at Angel, who was smiling down at you, an adoring expression on his face as he looks at you work. 

“Ángel!” You jump up from the floor where you’ve been sitting, rushing to the biker so you could jump into his arms, hugging him tightly as you wrap your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck. 

Angel welcomes you with his arms open, burying his face in your neck to inhale your scent when you land in his arms. You’re not sure how long you enjoy each other’s warmth before you pull away from him, making Angel slowly let you back down on the floor. 

Awkward silence suddenly filled the air around you, neither of you are sure what to tell after how you parted a week ago. 

“Are you hungry?” You ask, trying to break the silence. Food was always a good peace offering. 

“Angel shakes his head “Not right now.” 

You swallow hard “I guess you want to talk then.” You say as you wrap your arms around yourself, a gesture of protection that you always do when you’re nervous. 

“I need to know.” Angel replies, nervousness is clear in his voice and demeanour as he shifts his weight from one leg to his other. “I need to know why.” 

You looked down on the floor, taking a few deep breaths as you try to make yourself explain everything to Angel. 

“I’m afraid.” You admit “I’m afraid that you’ll leave me when I tell you the truth.” You still avoid eye contact with him “But I guess losing you for the truth is better than keeping you with a lie.” 

“I promise I won’t run away.” Angel assures you, his voice is soft. 

You close your eyes and mutter “I have never been with a man before.” You wrinkle your nose as you wait for Angel’s reaction.

“THAT’S IT?” He asks loudly, making you open your eyes and look up at him.

“Well…yeah…” 

Angel wipes his face with his hand “Oh thank god.” 

“What?” You ask him confused, dropping your arms.

“I thought it’s some more serious shit!”

“Well, it is!”

“Do you really think that I’d run away just because you’re a virgin? What kind of asshole do you think I am?”

“I’m not a virgin! I just said I haven’t been with a man before. Besides, men have run away before when I told them this!” You state as you slowly start to relax.

“They’re piece of shits who never deserved you.” Angel states, stepping closer to you “But I’m not like them! I understand why you were afraid, but you’re safe with me, I promise you that.”

Angel’s words moved you, bringing tears into your eyes that you quickly blink away. It had happened before that you told men that you’re not experienced, and they laughed at you, or ran away from you. This is the very reason why you were terrified of telling Angel the truth. 

“Thank you.” you sniff, leaning your head on Angel’s chest, the biker automatically wrapping his arms around you.

“So, you have experience with women then?” Angel teases, you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You shake your head, slightly smiling “Don’t start, Reyes.” 

Angel playfully shrugs, he’s clearly toying with the idea of you with another woman “Hey, if you want to share some details…”

“Stop!” You laugh, feeling relieved that Angel is still here, and he’s back to his usual self. 

“Are we good, querida?” Angel asks suddenly, his voice is more serious than it was before. 

“We are good, Angel.” You look up at him.

“So, will you finally come on a date with me?” The Mayan asks hopefully, his eyes are tinkling now from the happiness. 

But your answer was interrupted by two men who you haven’t seen before, but Angel certainly did, based on his expression. The sudden interruption makes you pull away from Angel, to both of your displeasures. 

“We wanted to see for who you’re ignoring us.” One of them says. Both men were heavily tattooed, and wore the same vest as Angel, so you figured they were from the MC.

“I’m not ignoring you!” Angel says annoyed, clearly upset that you were interrupted.

“Then should we say we are to see who you couldn’t shut up about?” The bigger man teases Angel, looking at you. The sudden attention makes you blush, then quickly look at the ground as you, not noticeably, took a step away from Angel. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Angel hisses at the two Mayan, making them laugh.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us?” The skinnier, tattooed man asks, making Angel turn towards you again.

“Y/N, these annoying assholes are Coco, and Gilly, my brothers.” Angel introduces the men to you.

“Assholes, this is Y/N, I’ve been helping her in the past few weeks.” 

You shook both men’s hands, for your biggest surprise, they welcomed you warmly into their lives. 

“Just wanted to tease you, we leave you two lovebirds alone.” Coco says as he steps out from the shop, leaving you alone with Angel.

“I’m sorry about that.” Angel apologies.

“It’s okay.” You laugh. “They can be a bit too much, I guess.” 

“You have no idea!” Angel agrees.

Both of you stay silent for a few seconds before you speak again.

“It’s a yes, by the way.” 

Angel inhales sharply, then letting out the air loudly through his nose, feeling relieved from your response.

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” Angel shakes his head, like he can’t believe that you finally agreed to go on a date with him. He steps closer to you, wrapping his left arm around your hips, pulling you closer to himself as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Please don’t break my heart.” You whisper loud enough so Angel will hear it.

“I promise I’ll keep your heart safe, mi dulce. I won’t fuck this up.” 

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[metalmiku]

Hey I love your art, characters and ideas. I am curious where does the inspiration come from for designs?

Thank you very much!

It would be easy to answer by just saying that "everything inspires me!" (movies, games, books, music, life). But I will try to explain my design process (and I will try being honest!).

I started to enjoy designing the characters in my teens. At that time, I thought that every character in Japan was like Darkstalkers or Street Fighters (very cool and recognizable). So, I put the design bar quite high as a teen and tried to reach this “utopistic goal”. Later I found out that these characters were quite iconic (and they still are), and there was a team of designers behind them.

I have developed a habit of picking everything that catches my eyes, and sometimes I take photos or make notes from interesting shapes, ideas, and details in my Notebook (or saving to my hard drive), which I will later use for my future characters. I Mostly design the characters just for myself, and the human body is a quite dominating thing in my art. And that makes it easy to fit any kind of shape on the character’s body (like when designing armors). When I do artistic research, it always starts to pay off (and gives me extra ideas for the other stuff). The more I do research, the more I realize what kind of stuff I really like. The ideal design situation is when my new idea involves something that I have always liked, and now I have an excuse/reason to use it!

My ideas are usually like a continuum from the previous ones with some new things that I have learned. Sometimes the ideas are born when I get excited about something, or something that has started to annoy me. And sometimes I want to see something that doesn't exist (or so I think!), Like “it would be cool if“ this ”and“ this ”were compound. Usually, those things are quite opposite from each other, and sometimes those kinds of things give freshness and dynamic to the design (and I like to put familiar things into the new concepts).

Sometimes the first version of my idea might be quite simple or silly, but usually, it starts to develop with time and when I'm working with it. When the concept starts to be ready, I test it by doodling different variations from it (before I think it looks right to me). When I got the new character’s design ready, I like to make a series of variations from characters, so I will get many characters: D (I like creating groups). And one thing that has helped develops my ideas and bring new ones, is when I have the Privilege to have a discussion with someone about them.

One of my ideas that started as a Silly concept, was my Neon Knights world. First, I was just planning to make some kind of danmaku- dating sim game that would have been filled with cool spaceships and handsome (alien?) Princes from different planets (at that time I did listen to a lot of Eschatos ’soundtrack). Well, then it did develop to a bit deeper than that.

 One idea behind the Neon Knights characters ’designs was that if I would see them in the toy store, I would want to buy them! I wanted to wake up the same kind of feelings in me when as a kid I had my little ponies and Sweet Secret doll (admiring and treasuring beautiful objects and playing with them). And that gave me a nice challenge because now the Neon Knights ’characters are semi monsters. So, for me, it's like combining tokusatsu monsters and Riyoko Ikeda's manga.

For the last few years, I have been watching older movies. They have some clever ideas and interesting solutions (and they are technically easy to read). And sometimes it's good that they are not too close to my taste, because it gives me more space to go with the idea in my own direction

I think that creating ideas is as like any other skill, you can develop it while practicing and doing it.

I did put some examples few ways how I might design a character + some art-related books that I purchased (I am a fan of catalogs!).

And here is my character art history in compact form:

"Developing my taste":

And how my character might develop:

And something from my bookcase:

[heartofsnark]

Of Monsters and Rockerboys (Johnny Silverhand/Fem!V/Kerry Eurodyne)

Notes: Happy Halloween!!!! I had this idea for a hot minute and really wanted to write it in time for Halloween! 

Warnings: Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Deepthroating, fast and loose anatomy rules with throat bulging. Fangs and brief blood mentions

Johnny Silverhand/Female V/Kerry Eurodyne Threesome; the focus is on V but there is some Silverdyne elements. It involves Kerry having sexual contact with a cis female woman, because he is bisexual. If that makes you uncomforatble, it's not for you!~

October has settled in Night City, the spooky season spirit spreading around every neon lit corner. And for the first time, V’s got something to do other than work, bar crawls and horror movie marathons. It’s Johnny’s first Halloween since he got his body back and Kerry’s throwing a party, because why the hell not. People drunk and in costumes at his house is apparently a fun time in his mind.

V scrunches her nose in the mirror, a part of her feeling more than a little silly. She’s never worn a costume outside of one's meant as lingerie. She went for something cute that drew her eye, but now, seeing the fluffy gray wolf eared hoodie on her head, she feels a touch ridiculous. The hood goes along with a red plaid dress with fluffy gray trim, a little matching wolf tail dangling off the waistband, and gray fluff fingerless glove. She adjusts her low-set blonde pigtails and pulls at the top of black thigh high socks. Maybe the hair is a bit much, she’s an adult after all, even though she thought they were cute before.

“Can you hurry the fuck up?!”

V rolls her eyes, walking out of the bathroom. Johnny dressed in his standard fair, his own band merch. His dark brown eyes look her up and down, a little smirk pulling at his lips.

“Excuse me, I’m second guessing my hair.”

“I like it,” he says, reaching up to toy with the stumpy pigtails, “it’s cute.”

“If you say so, now go get dressed and we’ll head out.”

“I am dressed.”

“It’s a costume party, Johnny,” she says, pouting and glaring.

“And I’m going as a badass rockerboy.”

“God, you really are insufferable, aren’t you.”

“I’m not gonna throw on some dumb costume just to get drunk with you and Ker, no point to it,” he tells her, shrugging.

“It wouldn’t kill you to have some fun with it.” She rolls her eyes, never understanding why he has to act so above everything.

“It might, now c’mon, wanna get there before Christmas.”

Johnny presses his hand to her lower back as he ushers her out of the apartment, V unable to resist leaning into his touch and the warmth of it. Especially, once they leave the megabuiling. Late October air chills the merc through her thin short costume. Johnny gets to drive because ever since he got his body back he’s been eager to drive his precious Porsche, V content to tuck herself in the passenger side seat as they head off to Kerry’s house. Johnny blasting MorroRock the entire way, singing along while V finds herself leaning against his shoulder. Not missing when he cranks up the heat for her just a little more.

It doesn’t take long before they’re pulling up to the gate outside Kerry’s house and getting buzzed in, V can hear the music from outside the house, cars parked everywhere around the mansion. She preemptively turns the volume down on her hearing aids, she’s become a little less sound sensitive since Johnny’s brain began bleeding into hers, but still gets a bit overwhelmed.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks, looking for a parking spot.

“Uh, I mean, nothing’s wrong… I just was kind of hoping it would be… smaller, I guess.”

“Yeah, Kerry goes all out for this kind of shit. Wanna bail?”

“We haven’t even parked yet.”

“Exactly, perfect chance to run.”

“I can handle a party, besides, haven’t seen Kerry in a minute since his last tour. I miss him.”

“Eh, not much to miss.”

V rolls her eyes, as Johnny finally finds a place to park, “Don’t give me that shit, you’ve missed him too.”

“I don’t know about that.”

V trails after Johnny as he marches up to the door, opening it without hesitation and starting to walk in.

“Johnny! You can’t just walk in!” She scolds, but is right behind him, nearly attached at the hip.

“No one knocks at a party, V.”

“It’s rude.”

“You kill people for a living.”

“It’s rude,” she doubles down, smiling up at him. And he rolls his eyes, but she can see the hint of a smile curling up at his lips.

The buck-a-mansion, as Johnny once so eloquently put it, is packed tight with people. A few faces V recgonizes and a sea of faces she doesn’t. Musicians, models, actors, athletes, producers, etc etc all dressed in a variety of costumes. Demons, witches, vampires, every animal under the sun, characters from movies V has never seen. All a cacophony of chatter as they drink and party, music pounding behind it all. Johnny’s hand presses around her waist, pulling her close to him as they work through the throng of people. He doesn’t say anything about it, neither does she, but she leans into; happy to be kept close at his side.

“There’s my favorite pair of scopmunchers,” Kerry suddenly yells out over the crowd, “get your asses over here!’

As expected of the aging rockerboy, he’s gone for the full dramatics. Red suit with a black shirt under, both open showing off his chest and stomach, Where the gold cyberware indents across his skin and she swears she catches touches of body glitter alongside it. He grins big and wide as they make their way to him, his canines longer and pointed than usual, what looks like blood on the side of his mouth. A precious dramatic vampire.

“Kerry,” she cheers his name, throwing her arms around him, “feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He squeezes her in return, hand warm on her back as she’s pressed against him, beard scratching at her cheek.

“Great to see you again, doll,” he whispers against her ear, the pet name making her face flush red. She swears he’s doubled down on it ever since he noticed her reaction.

“Okay, think that’s enough of that,” Johnny cuts in, stare more than a little pointed.

“Something wrong, Johnny?” Kerry asks and she can hear the grin in his voice as he rubs down her back, “you don’t like me hugging on V?”

“Really starting to wish you had extended that tour.”

“Okay, V groping aside, the fuck are you wearing, Johnny?” Kerry asks, as V pulls away a bit, still leaning into his side.

“Tried to get him to wear a costume, but he’s apparently too cool for it,” she explains, eyes scanning around the room, noticing a girl in a cat costume already passed out on a chair.

“Told you, I’m a badass rockerboy.”

“Swear I could see your ego from the other side of the planet, Johnny.”

“Yeah, keep that in mind when you’re spending the next three weeks trying to get glitter off your dick,” Johnny bites back, grabbing a cup of booze off a table, gagging the second it hits his lips, “fuckin’ vodka.”

“I’ll take that then,” she takes the cup from his hand, Kerry cracking up, then she shifts away pulling the cat ears from the sleeping girl's head, “and you’ll take this.”

V stands on her tippy toes, careful not to spill her drink as she barely manages to plop the cat ears onto his head. Black fluffy and a little crooked, Kerry is snickering and Johnny glaring down at her, a faint annoyed flush of red across his cheeks.

“What the fuck, V?”

“Now,  you’re a cat rocker boy!”

“They suit ya,” Kerry teases and she can’t help but think he’s right, the ears blending in well with his dark hair. Could nearly convince herself they were real if she hadn’t been the one to put them on him.

“Yeah, not fucking happening,” Johnny goes to rip them off.

“C’moooon, won’t kill you to join in, please?” V begs, pouting and giving her biggest pair of puppy dog eyes, watching him sigh, annoyed but she knows he’ll give in.

“Fine, I’ll wear the damn cat ears.”

“Wooo!” V pumps a fist and cheers softly, taking a swig from the cup, candy apple vodka burning down her throat.

“Never thought I’d live to see the day,” Kerry laughs, “Johnny Silverhand, pussy whipped.”

“Heheh, real funny,” Johnny’s jaw clenches, “how’s Louise enjoying the second house?”

“Johnny…” V scolds in a low voice, not wanting Johnny to start taking low-blows just because he can.

“Eh, no worries V, heard worse from him back in the day, best to ignore him when he’s in a mood,” Kerry pulls her close to his side, “c’mon got some people I wanna introduce ya to.”

Kerry starts to pull her through the crowd, guiding her through people and away from Johnny. The merc unable to help giggling, knowing how much this sort of stuff gets under Johnny’s skin, teasing him is Kerry and V’s favorite hobby.  

“Hey, get back here, assholes!” Johnny yells after them, running along behind them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Kerry pulls her across the party, introducing her to celebrity after celebrity, as she goes along with it. More than a little overwhelmed by it all as she steadily drains her cup of booze. Johnny following behind the entire time, glaring at a singer who shakes V hand for a moment too long. Between noise, alcohol, and just a bit too much excitement; a steady ache is starting to throb in V’s temples.

“By the way,” she thinks to ask after a while, “the hell kind of fangs did you get, they look real.”

“‘Cause they are; dental sculpt job. Quick and easy, just pop in and get it undone once November hits.”

“Oooh, fancy.”

“Yeah, only issue is the blood is real too,” he says, smirking when her eyes go wide for a moment.

“What?”

“Cut my fuckin’ lip on the things earlier,” he admits and she laughs, gently reaching up to pull at his chin in order to get a closer look at his lip, sure enough the little dribble of blood by the corner of his mouth leads up to a little cut on his lower lip.

“Aww, and you just went with it?”

“Works for the costume, besides, maybe I was hoping some cute merc would show up and kiss it better for me?” Kerry says, grinning wide as he watches pink flush up V’s cheeks.

“Christ, think I’m gonna be sick,” Johnny grumbles, making Kerry roll his eyes, pulling away from V’s touch.

“Something wrong there, Johnny?”

“Not at all, figured you’d wanna know though,  heard someone say Slavoj broke a window, might wanna go check that out?”

“God damn it, Slavoj! I swear to fuck, not one thing it’s a billion others,  be right back,” Kerry curses as he runs off to make sure he doesn’t have to kick someone’s ass. And as soon as one geriatric rockerboy has left her side, he’s replaced with another.

Johnny pulls her close, nearly crushing her against him, hand skimming around her hip. She leans against him, looking up at Johnny, cheeks feeling even warmer than before.

“So, is there actually a broken window or were you just trying to get me to yourself?”

“Who knows?” He says, a soft smirk on his face, then he’s grabbing a handful of her ass.

“Ah!, Johnny!” She squeals and jumps, Johnny shamelessly trying to yank up the skirt of her dress, hand grabbing and squeezing at her ass. Fingers sinking into the plush of her backside, his grip only getting firmer as she squirms. Face a vibrant shade of red, as she tries to reach back and keep Johnny from flashing her underwear at anyone behind them.

‘C’mon, princess, you need some quiet and I need some alone time,” he punctuates his comment by rubbing his fingers over her underwear, teasing at her cunt.

“Uh, fuck, uh should at least tell Kerry we’re leaving early.”

“Who said anything about leaving,” Johnny pulls away, just to grab her hand and tug her through the house and right up the stairs.

“Don’t think Kerry wanted any one up here,” V warns as Johnny picks at a locked door, Kerry having blocked off access to his bedroom for the party. But sure enough, Johnny manages to undo it.

“‘Xactly why no one will bug us here,” Johnny says, plopping his ass down on Kerry’s pat, then patting his lap, “now come siddown.”

V doesn’t have it in her to argue anymore, further around from the noise of the party, now just a faint thrum beneath their feet, she’s already starting to feel better and Johnny’s lap looks incredibly inviting. She’s in front of him in a second, climbing up to straddle him as she loosely wraps her arms around his neck. Johnny’s hands on her waist as she bumps her nose against his.

Surrounded by his smell and his warmth, the long haired rockerboy always smelling like sweat and cig smoke even after he’s cut back on the habit, she swears he sweats nicotine. It’s downright shameful how much it’s grown on her, how quickly Johnny and everything about him has become irreplaceable to her.

The leather of his pants scratch and rub at her thighs, the merc unable to resist grinding her cunt down against him. Leather rubbing at her wet slit through her panties, feeling him getting hard beneath her. Their lips connect as she toys with his hair, Johnny’s tongue slipping deep and easily into her mouth. She can’t but whimper softly at the feeling, loving the taste of his tongue, of his lips, how perfect it feels to just slot together like puzzle pieces. The rub of his tongue in her mouth; nicotine, mint gum, and tequila flavoring his kiss.

His flesh hand pulls up her skirt and she squeal, breaking the kiss, when it’s his chrome hand that gropes at her ass. Cold silver squeezing at her skin, touch pad and grooves of the prosthetic digging into the thickest parts of her ass.

“Fuck, Johnny,” she curses, swallowing a mouthful of spit, half her own and half Johnny’s.

“Head must be feeling better, if you’re squealing like that.”

“Yeah,” she nods, barely able to concentrate with his hands groping her, with his hard on grinding against her slick center.

“Then you won’t mind if I make you scream, now, will you?”

V’s not given a moment to respond, as she’s picked up and spun around, tossed on her back across Kerry’s bed. Head nearly hanging off the side of the mattress. There’s a whimper in her throat as Johnny’s hands are on her in an instant. Yanking off her boots and tugging her body down till her ass is on the edge of the mattress. Then he’s pulling her panties off, throwing them across Kerry’s room, leaving her in her thigh highs and the rest of her costume. Only her slick soaked cunt exposed to the open air.

Johnny’s on his knees, wrapping his around her hips and pinning them to the bed as he buries his face in her pussy. V moaning as she grabs at his hair, tugging as she squirms her hips up to meet each eager lick of his tongue. His beard scratches at her sensitive skin, as he laps up her slick. Groans reverberating in his throat, against her, hungry sounds as he tastes her. Lips attaching to her clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves as one of his hands moves to play with her. Two calloused fingers sliding inside of her.

“Oh fuck, Johnny,” she whines his name out, each slick and suck of his mouth making the heat inside her burn hotter. Each rub of rough calloused skin over her insides makes her see stars. Hips grinding and squirming more and more- unable to hold still as she writhes beneath his tongue.

The tension is winding tighter and tighter inside of her, pleasure building up more and more. A harsh suck on her clit and a third finger sliding deep inside of her, sends her over the edge, screaming Johnny’s name as she hits her peak: seeing white as she cums on his face, grinding against his mouth, riding his fingers with each instinctual bounce of her hips.

He pulls away, V looking down at him as pulls his slick coated fingers out of her, sucking on them before he presses a kiss against her inner thigh. His wet scruff rubbing against her skin before he bites at her flesh, sucking a harsh red hickey on her thigh.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!?”

V starts to jolt in surprise, Johnny’s hands anchoring her to the bed. Kerry now standing in the doorway to his bedroom, glaring at the two for fucking on his bed. The merc’s already flushed face now burning up at having been caught like this.

“Hey, Ker,” Johnny greets his friend, face still half pressed against V’s thigh.

“Seriously man, fifty some years later and you’re still fuckin’ chicks in my bed!”

“And you’re still poppin’ a stiffy over it,” Johnny taunts and sure enough, Kerry’s hard, erect cock forming a tent in his pants, “so you gonna watch and play Bram Stroker with yourself all night, or you wanna come fuck V’s throat?”

Johnny’s shameless, making a jerk off motion alongside his joke and standing as he throws off his shirt and begins unzipping his pants. Making eye contact with Kerry the whole time. The gray haired man chewing on his lip for a moment, flinching when he accidentally hits the cut in his lip.

“Fuck it,” Kerry announces, hand grabbing at his hard cock, “you down for this V?”

“Yes,” she says, no hesitation as she thinks of swallowing down his dick while Johnny fucks her.

“That’s my girl,” Johnny laughs, “didn’t even have to think about it. Other side of the bed, Ker, now.”

“Fuckin’ can’t believe I’m letting you boss me around, again,” Kerry grumbles, but does what Johnny asks, undoing his pants as he gets to the other side of the bed.

“Yeah, well, both know you’ll do anything for a decent blowjob.”

“‘Cause you’re so much better.”

“Never said I was, up you go, V,” Johnny grins as he manhandles the small merc, she half expects him to flip her over, but instead he moves her up and further across the other side of the bed where Kerry is, V’s head, now dangling over the side bed, blood rushing there as she’s making upside down eye contact with Kerry’s dick.

“Fuck,” Kerry curses, stroking his cock with one hand, the head leaking precum, while his other reaches out to touch V, groping at her breasts through her costume. His dick is so close, the heady smell of him surrounding her, mouth drooling as she thinks of finding a way to lick up each drop of precum.

The bed moves beneath her hips, mattress shifting, Johnny’s hands on her thighs as he spreads them as wide as he can, slotting himself between her legs. She whines, feeling the head of his cock brushing against her already wet and sensitive cunt. Once he’s gotten into place, he rubs his thumb over her swollen clit, chuckling when she whimpers, the combination of Kerry’s hand on her breasts and Johnny’s fingers on her clit makes her head swim. She needs them both, desperately. V lays her head back fully, opening her mouth as wide as she can, waiting for Kerry to fuck her throat. He teases her first, rubbing the head of his dick across her lips, smearing precum across her skin, letting her get just a taste of him.

“You’re drooling,” he says, a soft smile she can hear in his voice.

“Oh, yeah, suck your soul out through your dick if you let ‘er.”

“Fuck you, Jo-ohnny!” She screams as Johnny buries his cock into her cunt, sudden and deep, no more warning as he stretches her open and seats himself inside. He’s thick, each time it feels like he could break her, tight cunt struggle to take all of him, No matter how many times he threatens to fuck her loose, it’s always a tight fit that makes her see stars.

“C’mon, V,” he squeezes at her jaw, forcing her to lean her head back more, she hadn’t even realized she’d moved it, “need you to open wide for us.”

And she does just that opening her mouth again, as Kerry sinks inside. Cock hot as it slides across her tongue and down into her throat, the merc keeping her muscles relaxed as he pushes inside. Balls pressed against her upper lip and nose as he gets his full cock into her throat. Kerry cursing at the feeling of her throat squeezing around him. She can feel the veins of his dick across her tongue, the taste of his precum smeared across her mouth, where the head of it stretches the deepest part of her throat.

“Fuck,” Johnny’s chrome fingers rub up her body and touches her exposed neck, “can fucking see you in her throat.”

“Not gonna last long if you pull that kind of shit, Johnny,” Kerry curses, Johnny’s touches rubbing Kerry’s cock through her throat.

“Aww, old age making you a quick shot, Ker,” Johnny taunts, this time squeezing V’s throat, just hard enough to feel, her oxygen already a bit cut off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kerry curses, feeling her throat and Johnny’s hand around him at once, “fuckin’ hate you!”

Johnny just laughs, one hand on V’s throat, but he loosens the hold, and puts the other on her hip; keeping V loosely in place as he begins to fuck her. Harsh steady thrusts, skin slapping against skin, rocking in and out of her cunt. Cock hitting every sensitive nerve inside of her as he fucks her open. Stretching her open with each grind of his dick into her slick pussy.

Kerry isn’t far behind, starting to fuck V’s throat in earnesst, using her throat to get off. A slow drag at first, steady slide along her tongue, barely pulling out just to sink back in. Cock never fully leaving her throat, not even close to it as she flexes her throat muscles, swallowing around her dick, making him curse, making his thrusts stutter just a bit. His ball hitting V’s face as his thrusts get faster. A mixture of drool and precum leaking from the corner of her mouth, unable to swallow it all down around his cock.

The thrusts get rougher and harder between the two, fucked and used from each side. Johnny fucking up into her cunt, the force of his hips pushing her further down Kerry’s cock. Kerry uses her throat pushing her back against the bed and into Johnny. Used and shared between them, just accepting everything they give her, as it sets every nerve on alight with pleasure. Body covered in a sheen of sweat, face and body flushed red, every moan and whimper muffled by Kerry’s dick. She’s already close, so soon after cumming on Johnny’s tongue, she’s already so close. The taste of Kerry in her throat and Johnny hitting the deepest parts of her, leaking slick across the sheets.

Kerry and Johnny’s curses muffle over V’s head, the angle leaving her unable to see what’s happened. Only clue of what happened is the two rockerboys pressing deeper and closer into her.

“Ow, shit,” Johnny curses suddenly, “fuckin’ fangs.”

“You deserved it, asshole.”

“That so?”

Then Johnny’s laying over V, burying his head into her throat, where Kerry bulges the skin. And he licks at her throat, bites at the stretched skin, V whimpering around Kerry’s dick and Kerry cursing, no doubt he can just feel the touch of Johnny’s mouth through V’s throat. Johnny sucking a harsh hickey into V’s neck, right where he feels the head of Kerry’s cock in her throat.

And that sends Kerry over the edge, cock twitching on V’s tongue as he cums down her throat, filling her stomach; the merc barely able to taste it with how far he’s fucked into her. The feeling of cum sloshing down her fucked raw throat, paired with a sharp thrust of Johnny’s cock, sends V over the edge. Seeing white as she’s overwhelmed with pleasure, cuming and gushing on Johnny’s cock as she hits her high.

A few harsh rough thrusts and Johnny’s the last to finish, spilling deep inside of her, making her whimper at the feeling of being filled with each drop of cum. The feeling of leaking out around his cock, staining Kerry’s sheets beneath her.

There’s another whimper on V’s lips, Kerry pulling out of her mouth, smearing cum across her tongue. She takes a deep breath, remembering that she has to breathe, her throat raw and sore after the thorough fucking. Her face bright red and her head dizzy from the angle. Johnny pulls out next, V whining as she’s left empty and leaking, her cunt just as sore.

Already dizzy, her head spins as she’s pulled up and placed onto the pillows, blinking away the fuzzy feeling as she gets her equilibrium again. She can see blood on Johnny’s lip, the blood from Kerry’s lips smeared more than it was before.

“The hell happened there,” she asks, rubbing her thumb over Johnny’s lip, earning his tongue across her skin.

“Go for a kiss and Kerry’s fuckin’ fang got me,” he admits, plopping back against the pillows beside her.

“And I repeat, you deserved it,” Kerry saying, kicking off what’s left of his clothes as he falls back to lay with them.

“Don’t you have a party to worry about?” Johnny asks, watching Kerry get comfy.

“Oh fuck no, you’re not gonna fuck in my bed, invite me, then kick me out during the afterglow; ain’t happening!”

“Hey, I was just looking out for your house.”

“Yeah, right,” V rolls her eyes.

“Never given a fuck about my house, left jizz stains in my sheets and broke my pool table last time you were here.”

Headrush a little better, V sits up enough to strip off her costume, tossing the gloves and yanking the dress off over her head, sweat making it stick and cling to her body. She throws it across the room, left in nothing but thigh highs, but before she can pull them off; Kerry’s arms are around her. He pulls her back to his chest, nuzzling his face to the junction between her shoulder and neck, pressing light kisses.

Johnny’s snuggling up close to her front, pressing her between the two rockerboys, his hands skimming down her hip. V sighing at the soft kisses, followed by the hint of a bite, the graze of his fake fangs on her skin.

“Not sure V’s up for another round, Ker,” Johnny tells him, watching V starting to drift off in their arms.

“It’s called cuddling, Johnny, ever heard of it?” Kerry whispers against her skin.

“Nah, sounds made up,” he jokes, “ear off for tonight, V.”

She lets Johnny softly pull out her hearing aids, putting them aside, a nightly ritual for them at this point. V can feel in Kerry’s chest that he says something else, able to read Johnny’s lips when he responds with a ‘fuck you’. Then she’s slipping off to sleep between them, surrounded by their warmth as she drifts off.