#I don't think I can go on tonight since I have morning shift tomorrow

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Hey you weenies! Guess who's baaaack!

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take me down slow | jjk

title: take me down slow

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre: m, smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook is back home from work and even if you've missed him a lot, you let him rest tonight. though, out of all night, you have a wet dream tonight. and even if jungkook is tired, he's happy to take care of you.

warnings: dom!jk sub!reader, needy reader and sleepy koo 🥹, a little bit of oral (m receiving), a little bit of fingering too, unprotected sex (pls be safe), degradation (jk calls reader a whore like one time), daddy kink, kink discovery, creampie, just basically some lazy sleepy sex... until it's not so lazy.

wordcount: 2.2k

note: HELLO !!! 🫡 this is just a little story i wrote a long time ago and since part 3 of basic needs is still a work in progress i wanted to give you something to read while you wait :) this one is not edited at all so don't expect the greatest thing. either way, i hope you enjoy it 🩷

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you open your eyes with a gasp and when you take in the dark room you realize it was just a dream. it felt too real. you can almost still feel jungkook”s hands all over your body, well, you kind of actually feel them now.

jungkook is fast asleep by your side, your legs tangled together while your arm is thrown over his middle and his is wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him even in his unconscious state.

he came home from work yesterday, it’s been almost four weeks since the last time you two were together but that’s what being an international star does to his schedule. he got home late in the afternoon and you only got to prepare dinner together and share a comfortable and much needed talk during dinner before he said he was so jet lagged and he needed to go to sleep. you needed him so bad but didn’t say a word, just went to bed with him and fell asleep together.

but out of all nights, you had to have a stupid wet dream tonight.

you’re actually sweating, your skin is hot and your underwear is starting to feel uncomfortable because you can feel it’s soaked. and jungkook is sleeping. he’s peacefully sleeping with his pouty mouth and furrowed eyebrows. you feel so bad but you need him even more, so you guess you can feel bad about it tomorrow morning.

you shift a little and get closer to his neck, giving his skin sweet little kisses as you slowly start to rut your hips against him to try and find any kind of friction on your crotch. like a bitch in heat, that’s what you feel like.

a groan escapes jungkook’s mouth at one specific suck to the side of his neck and his hand twitches where it’s placed on your waist.

“baby.” you whisper in his ear.

“yeah...” he only groans with that sleepy rasp to his voice you missed so much.

“i’m so horny.” you whine as you keep rutting against his hip.

that comment alone seems to wake jungkook up. he lifts his head a little to look down at you with what you suppose is an arched eyebrow, the little light in the room coming from the city lights through the window.

“baby.. .” he says and drops his head back on the pillow, closing his eyes again. he’s tired. you feel so bad.

“i’m sorry, i.. fuck..” you feel like crying but god, you’re so horny you don’t even think your brain is working anymore.

“it’s okay, baby.” jungkook mumbles and his hand that was on your waist goes down to squeeze one of your asscheeks out of nowhere, making you whimper on his neck.

“kook.. so horny..”

“mhm.. i know.” you swear if he keeps talking with that raspy voice you could come completely untouched.

“want you so bad.” your hand goes down to cup him over his sweatpants. he’s soft but you can definitely feel him twitching a little at the contact.

“make me hard, baby.” jungkook squeezes your asscheek again, making you moan.

“yes!” you quickly get up on your knees and throw the comforter away from his body, wasting no time in pushing his sweats down.

“good girl.” your boyfriend praises, his hand going to your hair when you bend over to blow air on his soft dick teasingly.

“missed you so much,” you take him into your hand and start giving his head little licks, feeling it slowly starting to harden on your hand. “missed your cock in my mouth.”

“missed your mouth too.” jungkook hums as he brushes your hair out of your face so he can see you.

“you’re so hot..” you whine when you feel him getting to full hardness just in a matter of seconds. you put it in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him and drowning in the groan that escapes jungkook’s mouth.

“that’s my girl.” the praise makes you so wet you could feel it running down your thighs if your underwear wasn’t soaking all of it.

you bob your head a few times to get him wet enough and pull away with a desperate moan, “kook, i need you.”

“i know, come here.” he pats his thighs. you work quickly, sitting down on his thighs and leaning down to catch his lips in a desperate kiss, trying not to grind against his cock.

“i love you.”

“i love you too baby,” jungkook chuckles fondly against your mouth. “c’mon, sit that pretty pussy on this cock, yeah?” he gives you one last kiss before putting his hands on your waist lifting the big shirt —his shirt— so he can take it off.

you’re only wearing your panties so as soon as the shirt hits the floor, jungkook groans at the sight even through te darkness in the room.

“pretty baby.” he praises, running his hands up and down your sides as you sit back on his thighs.

“i’m so wet.” you mutter, looking down at where you’re sitting in one of his thighs.

“yeah, can fucking feel it,” jungkook says. “would make you ride my thigh, but i want you on my cock,” he easily lifts you up by your hips and positions you on top of him. “take them off.”

you sit up for a second to take the ruined panties off and throw them away before sitting back down on top of him, your most sensitive part just above his cock.

“let me feel you,” jungkook brings one of his hands down and you choke on a moan when his fingers start running through your wet folds. “fuck yeah, that’s my whore, huh?”

“kook,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his hand. “fuck yes...” a little moan escapes through your lips when he slips two fingers inside.

“so little resistance, are you this needy for cock?” jungkook hums in question and you almost cry out as he slips another finger inside. you don’t tell him you’ve been using toys while he was away. either way, his fingers always feel better than any toy.

“yes, need your cock baby.”

“c’mon, sit on it.” he gives your pussy a wet slap that makes your thighs twitch for a second and then grabs the base of his cock to make it easier for you.

“okay.” you whisper and lower down, positioning on top of his cock and moaning absurdibly high when jungkook decides to drag the head of his cock through your folds.

“so wet.” he mumbles.

you think you might die if you don’t have him inside you now so you start to sink down on his cock slowly, both of you moaning in unison, until you’re sitting on top of him with his entire length inside.

“missed you so much.” you whine, feeling like you could cry.

“i missed you too baby,” he puts his hands on your hips. “so much.”

you stay there for a while, just feeling him inside as you bend down to kiss him again. he wraps his arms around you and kisses you back with so much passion you’re out of breath seconds later.

“pretty.” he looks up at you with that type of smile that makes your knees weak and you straighten up again, putting your hands on his chest for balance.

“you feel so good, kook.” you tell him because you need him to know.

“mh... yeah?” asshole.

“yes.” you moan and start grinding your hips for your pleasure, still not giving him what he wants.

“i can’t fucking see anything right now but i’m sure you’re creaming my cock so good, right?” the words make you clench around him with a whine and you hear him groan at the feeling. “so fucking tight.”

but you eventually sit up a little, letting him pull out until only his head is inside you and slowly sink down on him again. you do it slowly, still tired from how little you must’ve slept, but jungkook seems fine with it. little hums and groans escape his mouth sometimes but the time he lets out a high-pitched moan you clench so hard around him, making him moan again and grip on your hips for dear life.

“baby, god...” he breathes out. it’s clear he’s still sleepy, but it’s so fucking hot.

you lose yourself the moment his tip grazes against that spot, your hips grinding desperately for him to keep hitting it. but jungkook helps you by bending his legs a little, planting his feet on the mattress and starting to thrust up into you.

hard. you didn’t think he could be on his full potential when he’s as sleepy as he is now, but he proves you wrong fucking you so hard that you fall on top of him, your bare chest against his clothed one. yes, also the fact that he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked makes you even wetter. but he’s slow, he gives your deep and hard thrusts but still doesn’t do it fast.

“oh my– fuck...” you breathe out against his neck, not being able to move anymore.

“feels good, baby?” he doesn’t stop fucking you, his hands also pulling your hips down to meet his thrusts so hard you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“yes daddy,” the word slips out of your mouth before you can even process it and you feel jungkook stopping completely. “fuck...” you whisper and hide your face on his neck in embarrassment. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i said that.”

“daddy?” jungkook asks and you hate the way you don’t know what he’s thinking right now.

“i’m so sorry... fuck, that was so weird– i’m sorry baby.”

“no, let daddy hear you baby.” he suddenly starts thrusting up inside you and you let out a scream.

“kook! oh my god!” he’s fast now. fast and hard. your whole body is completely limp on top of his.

“that’s not my name, babe.”

oh fuck.

“d– daddy..” you stutter because you can’t even form words right now.

“there you go.” he chuckles and fuck, how can he chuckle while fucking you so hard, you can’t even form a single thought in your brain right now.

“fuck!” you whine when his tip keeps brushing against that sweet spot. “i’m so– i’m so close, daddy.”

“gonna cum?” he hums.

“yeah...” you cry out and the chuckle he lets out makes you clench incredibly hard around his cock.

“gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”

“fuck! yeah... yes, yes, please.” you mumble dumbly, feeling closer and closer everytime he speaks.

“please what?” jungkook hums as his hips keep that punishing pace that has you seeing stars.

“please let me cum,” you beg. “please daddy.”

“cum for me, baby.”

your orgasm washes over your whole body like a wave, leaving your legs shaking as you fall completely limp on top of his body while he keeps thrusting to cum just a few seconds after.

“fuck...” jungkook groans as he fills you up, the sensation making you squirm a little on top of him. “that’s my good girl.” he mumbles as he rubs your back up and down soothingly.

“i missed you.” you say and finally lift your head up to leave a little kiss on his lips.

“i missed you too baby,” you can see his smile even through the dark. “i’m gonna turn us around, okay?” he warns and you just nod, letting him hug your waist to flip you two around so that he’s the one on top.

“it’s gonna be messy.” you giggle as he positions himself on his knees to pull out.

“it’s okay, i’ll change the sheets now.” jungkook shrugs and starts to pull out, making you hiss a little in discomfort but sigh when you instantly feel his cum spilling out of you and straight onto the sheets.

you can’t help but giggle again when jungkook sits back and looks down, like he’s admiring the view.

“like what you see... daddy?” you tease as you slide your hand down your body until you get to your pussy and slip two fingers inside.

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me.” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs as he keeps his eyes down where you’re gathering some of his cum with your fingers. a low groan leaves his mouth when you bring your messy fingers to your mouth and suck on them, tasting him on them.

“missed your taste.”

“you better stop that shit before i get hard again,” he warns you and you break in laughter. “wanna have a quick shower?” he asks.

“yeah, i’m a little sweaty and i feel gross.” you nod as you sit up. he nods.

“mh, i’ll change the sheets while you shower, okay? i’ll join you in a minute.”

“okay.” you smile and lean closer to him to steal another sweet kiss before getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom, turning the lights on first.

“baby.”

you turn around at that and jungkook looks up and down your naked body before saying, “i really missed you.”

you smile. “i missed you too.”

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A/N: i hope you liked this story !!!!! please feel free to comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of it, feedback helps a lot ! see you in the next one :) 🫂💐

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“Six”

Word Count: 7.4k

(The final chapter of ‘Goodnight and Go’)

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*Night before the wedding*

I'm currently laying on top of my bed at the hotel I've just checked into. Gwen wanted the bridal party to stay in a hotel close to the venue the night prior to the wedding. She said it was so we would all be here and leave together to head to the venue tomorrow morning to get ready with hair and makeup - there would be no chance of anyone running late. I tried to tell her that I would be here on time since I only lived a few blocks away, but she wasn't having it. Of course, I gave in.

My hands rest on my stomach as I pick at one of my cuticles, chewing on the inside on my cheek. I had so many emotions flowing through me that I didn't really know what to feel. It's like instead of letting myself focus on one of them and bring it forward, I was just trying my best to push them all away.

Harry avoided looking at me at dinner after I told everyone I was moving, and I know it's because he's upset that I didn't tell him.

And I hate how good it kind of felt to keep something from him for once.

He kept asking my sister out on a date from me. He kept him planning to propose to my sister away from me. He kept buying a house with my sister away from me.

I was coming to the realization that he only hid the big things between him and Gwen under wraps - the milestones. As much as I wanted to get to the root of why that was, I knew it was better if I didn't dwell on it. I'm sure underneath everything it has something to do with his previous feelings for me. Maybe he feels the need to keep things really separated in that aspect.

I'm drawn out of my thoughts when I hear a knock at my door, and I sit up on my elbows - looking over to it. I wait a moment before it comes again. I push myself off the bed, thanking myself for not changing out of what I was wearing from the rehearsal dinner yet, and I open the door to reveal my mother.

"Mom, is everything okay?" I ask, and she just looks at me before making her way instead. I roll my eyes and close the door behind her before muttering under my breath. "Sure, just come right in."

Turning around, I see she walks over to the table that's in the corner of the room with a chair and she sits down. "Please take a seat on the bed, Carter."

The tone she's using has a knot forming in my stomach, but I swallow down my anxiety as best as I can. I do as I'm told, and I make sure to hold her eyes so she doesn't reprimand me any further.

"Do you want to explain to me why all of a sudden you're moving, and why you felt it was appropriate to announce that at your sister's rehearsal dinner?"

"Oh, well, I didn't think that-"

"Well of course you didn't think. I believe we've already established that with how you carried out your actions. The night before your sister's big day, a night that's supposed to have the focus on her, and you somehow go and make it about yourself again," my mother shakes her head before letting out a heavy sigh. "You had been doing so well for a while, and it's like after Harry's bachelor party you started begging for attention again."

I grimace slightly at her words. "My intention was never to have the attention on me tonight, and I can promise you that. I just figured that we had everyone in one place. I thought that it would be easier just to tell you all then instead of having to tell each person individually. Gwen tried making it a bigger deal than it was. But you also focused the attention on me when you asked me where Alfie was. You could've pulled me aside and done that separately."

My mother glares at me from her seat, and I have to force myself not to shift uncomfortably under her gaze. For once throughout the whole ordeal of wedding planning, I want to hold my own against her.

"And you want to say I'm selfish," I continue after a moment, moving to sit up straighter. "But don't you think I'm actually selfless? If I were truly selfish like you wish to claim I am, I would've told Harry how I felt a long time ago. I wouldn't have cared about Gwen's feelings, or ruining their relationship. So no, I'm not selfish."

"I called you selfish because you continue to treat your friendship with Harry like you always have when you know you're trying to hang onto it for deeper reasons," she snaps. I curl my fingers into the skirt of the dress I'm wearing to keep myself grounded. "That is selfish, Carter. That's selfish when it comes to Harry, but most importantly, Gwen.

"I still don't know what I saw outside during the engagement party that night, and you don't understand the guilt that I hold for not telling Gwen about it, but I'd like to believe that Harry wouldn't do that to her. You on the other hand, I'm not so sure about. The fact that you asked him to stay at your place after his bachelor party tells me all that I need to know. I know what your intentions were with him that night, and it's disgusting. You hoped that by getting him alone with just the two of you that you could finally make your move. When Gwen told me he stayed with you, I was sick over it. Harry assured her that nothing happened, and I believe him, but your hopes of what could've happened still stand."

Part of me wants to scream at her. I want to just tell her that something did happen between us, and that Harry was just as much a part of it as me - that it would've kept going had he had not fucked it up. I want to tell her that Harry admitted that he had feelings for me at one point, so this whole thing wasn't just one sided. This isn't all on me like her and Gwen want it to be so desperately to be.

"You saw nothing the night of the engagement party - nothing along the lines of what you think. You saw two best friends terrified of the change that they knew was coming, and how they didn't want to lose each other. Things have changed since that night, and I no longer feel that way," tears begin to burn in my eyes, but my voice remains steady. "I've already talked to Harry, and I told it would be best if we truly do start to separate ourselves from each other. I'll come over and hang out with him and Gwen at the house, and I'll see them at holidays, but outside of that, we will no longer communicate in the way that way used to.

"My reason for having him stay at my place after his bachelor party was to make sure that he didn't pay a ridiculous amount of money for an Uber. His intention was to stay for a while until the prices died down, but he ended up falling asleep on the couch. I got him settled and then I slept in my own bed. Alone. I was looking out for my friend. Besides, Gwen already made a comment about it, and she told me she was happy I stopped him from paying the price of the Uber. This whole situation has already been settled with the person it needed to be settled with. That person is not you."

My mother keeps her eyes on me as she pushes herself out of her chair and walks over to me. I can't help but cower away a bit, a little unsure of what she could do now that she was standing in front of me like this. She's never been one to put her hands on me, but I've also never mouthed off at her the way that I have tonight.

"I'm warning you right now, Carter. If you do anything, and I mean anything, to compromise your sister's day tomorrow - your place in this family may end up looking a little different."

I keep my eyes on her back as she walks out of the room, and I blink - sending the tears that had been threatening this whole time down my cheeks. Trying to keep my breathing steady, I form my lips into an 'o' shape and breathe out slowly before taking in a deep breath through my nose. I cup the end of the bed in my hands, and I close my eyes. I move my neck from side to side to try to work the tension out from being so stiff with her here, and I know the only thing that can really help me right now is a hot shower.

Pushing myself up from the bed, I open up the duffel bag that I had sitting next to me on the surface and pull out my pajamas. I also grab my bag of toiletries before heading into the bathroom, and I immediately start the shower and turn it on the hottest temperature. I redo the lock to my main door since I had undone it before I step back into the bathroom and strip myself of my clothing.

Once I'm under the stream of water, I let it run over my face and my hair. I lift my hands to smooth them over the top of my hair before I begin to wash it, and thankfully, I'm already feeling a bit lighter in my chest. Showers are always something that have calmed me down in the past. Something about the water washing over you kind of feels like you're washing away the things that may be troubled, or stressed you out during the day.

Unfortunately, my mind continues to wander back to Harry and Gwen, and I wonder if my mom was in her room with her right now - telling her about the conversation we had. I knew Harry had gone home to their house for the night, and he wouldn't be seeing her again until tomorrow at the wedding. It sucks that my instinct is to want to call him.

In the past, he was that comfort I would look for after a hard day in class, or if I dealt with a shitty client at work. He was always the best at cheering me up, and bringing me back around. That's something that had fallen off within these last few years, and I've come to the conclusion that it's started to weigh on my mental health. He was always an outlet for me, an outlet that was then stripped away almost unexpectedly, and I found myself lost as to who I could confide in.

Of course I had Kieran, her and I are still extremely close, but with Harry being the one I saw almost every day while in college, I had gotten so used to him being the one for me to go to. It had just become a constant for me.

Once I finish in the shower, I step out and dry myself off. I slowly make my way through my skin care, trying to hold onto my self-care for as long as possible to help soothe me, and then I head back to the bed. I lay down, and I eye my dress that's hanging in the small closet in the room.

The last thing I want to do is have to wear that dress tomorrow. I plan on donating it right after the wedding is over. I need to so that I don't have it around to serve as a permanent reminder of the day.

I slip my eyes shut, and I try to get my mind to shut off. I know I need as much rest as possible to get through the day tomorrow, but just like the night of their engagement, I know that sleep won't come easily to me.

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"Where the fuck is Carter?" I can hear Gwen as I open the door to one of the larger suites at the hotel that my parents had booked for her last night, and then her and Harry would be returning here tonight after the wedding.

We were all meeting in here, and then we were going to head to the venue to start getting ready. At the venue they had a bridal suite and groom suite for both Gwen and Harry to have their space to get ready, and off of those were larger suites for the parties to get ready in as well. I knew that Gwen would be spending most of her time in the bridal party suite with us for hair and makeup, but I knew that once it came time to get her into her dress, she would be in the bridal suite by herself.

It surprised me when we were reviewing the details over the phone recently. I thought for sure she'd haul herself away in the bridal suite all day to really see this 'bridezilla' thing through, but she said she wanted to spend as much time with all of us as she could.

The good thing about the bridal and groom suites is that they were on complete opposite ends of the venue. There was no risk of Harry and Gwen running into each other before it was time.

I step further into the room to see all of the bridesmaids and my mother standing with Gwen, and when she catches sight of me she lets out a large huff.

"There you are. What about we're meeting at nine o'clock did you not understand? It's now 15 minutes past."

"I-I'm sorry," I clear my throat, as I adjust my garment bag that I was carrying with my bridesmaid dress in it. "I didn't sleep well last night, and I ended up sleeping through my first alarm."

Rolling her eyes, she looks over to my mother, and they share a look before Gwen continues. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. Let's all head downstairs so we can all head to the venue."

There was a bus that would be shuttling us to the venue this morning, and then that same bus would be shuttling not only us back, but also other wedding guests tonight after the wedding was over.

As we step onto the bus, Gwen sits next to my mother, and then the other bridesmaid pair up - leaving me to sit by myself. It didn't really bother me considering I didn't really make an effort to get to know any of them. Most of them were bougie friends that Gwen had met while in college, so I really didn't care to fit in. All of their friendships seem extremely superficial.

I dig through my bag and pull out my headphones, popping them into my ears to listen to some music as the bus starts off towards the venue.

My stomach has been in knots all morning, and I've been up since seven. I just stared at the ceiling while every single thought of how today was going to go rushed through my head. There's a big part of me that's hoping the conversation that Harry had with me a few weeks ago made him start to rethink the wedding, but I know that's a low possibility. I have to remind myself that if that were the case, he would've probably called it all off already instead of dragging it out to the actual day.

Not talking to him at the rehearsal dinner last night was difficult, but he didn't make the effort to speak to me, so I wasn't going to go out of my way to do it either. We had agreed on space.

This was space.

I fiddle with the zipper on my garment bag as we continue down the road, and I feel my phone vibrate. Pulling it out of the pocket of the jacket I had on, I see that it's text from Kieran. She was just checking up on me, and seeing how I was doing. I hadn't told her about Harry's confession. That wasn't something for me to tell her, as they weren't my feelings to share. I also have a strong intuition that if I were to tell her, she would become even more adamant about me doing the same with him.

Oddly enough, the first thought that popped into my head this morning when my eyes opened was to tell him - to come clean about everything. It had been tugging at my heart, and chipping away at my brain since then. I know that doing it on a day like today would be such a selfish thing to do. That's the only thing that's stopping me from doing so. In reality, that wouldn't be fair for me to spring it on Harry today.

I respond to Kieran and I tell her that I'm dealing. It isn't a lie considering that's all I really can do.

It's only a few more minutes until we're at the venue, and we all shuffle out and head inside. All the bridesmaids hang up their dresses on the rack they have in there, and it looks like my mother had arranged for a breakfast spread to be catered for all of us. Gwen says that we have thirty minutes until the makeup artist arrives, so we have plenty of time to eat.

As much as I don't have an appetite, I know that I need to put something in my system. I decide on half a bagel with cream cheese along with some mixed fruit and a small bowl of oatmeal.

The conversation around me carries as we all sit down at the table that was in here to start eating, and I remain quiet - just listening. I can feel eyes on me, and I look up to see my mother staring at me. She raises her eyebrows, as if she's asking me to be present, but I have nothing to contribute to the conversation that's happening.

They're all talking about things that I have no interest in. I don't even know where I could begin to contribute to anything.

"Carter," I hear Gwen say my name as I pull a bite of oatmeal off my spoon. I look over to hear, and she tilts her head to the side. "Are you ready for your speech?"

Shit.

In the midst of everything, I hadn't even thought about the fact that I would be required to give a speech at the wedding. I reach forward to take a sip of my water - stalling a bit of time before answering. "Yeah, I think so. I didn't bring it on paper or anything, and I'd rather not hold my phone while reciting it, so I just hope I-"

"You didn't write one, did you?" Gwen's mouth turns into a scowl, and I shift under her gaze.

I can see that everyone in the room is now looking at me. "And if I didn't?"

A few seconds pass before a laugh leaves Gwen, and she shakes her head. "I should've known."

I want to tell her that I probably wouldn't have had anything nice to say anyway, but I swallow that down.

The rest of breakfast continues with her talking to her bridesmaids, and eventually the makeup artist enters the room. She asks Gwen if she wants the makeup done a certain way, or if she's leaving it up to the bridesmaids, and Gwen says she's leaving it up to us.

"Okay, does anyone want something simple and subtle? Like natural looking makeup?" The artist asks, and I speak up.

"I do, yeah. Just something light."

"Yeah, of course. I'll go ahead and get you done first since you'll be quick," she sends me a smile as I stand up from the dining chair I was still sitting in, and I sit down in the chair in front of the vanity in the room.

Before she starts on the makeup, she begins to wipe down my face to cleanse it, and she introduces herself as Shay.

As she goes along she asks if I'm okay with waterproof makeup, which I agree to, and I'm silently thankful for. I knew that I'd probably end up shedding a lot of tears today, but for different reasons than everyone else. Shay ends up being really sweet, and she only asks me a few questions about the wedding before she moves onto asking me about what I do.

"Oh, you do tattoos?" Shay gasps after she complimented a few of mine, and I told her about how I was just getting on my feet with doing my own work.

I smile, and nod as she moves away to grab another product for my face. "Yeah, it's been really great."

"That's amazing, good for you! Are you local?"

"Well, I'm actually moving a couple of cities over next week," I tell her as I close my eyes to have her continue my eyeshadow. "But it's only a couple of hours away."

"I'd love to get your information before I leave, if that's okay. I don't mind having to travel," she states, and my smile widens.

"Yeah, of course. I'll have you follow me on my socials, and then you can reach out to me whenever you want to book."

Shay and I talk a bit more, and soon she finishes up my makeup completely. I get up from the chair, and I can see the mimosas have been poured. I walk over and grab one from the table as the next girl sits down to have her makeup done.

"When is the hairdresser going to be here?" I ask, looking over to Gwen.

"In the next hour," she tells me, but she's quick to start speaking to another one of the bridesmaids.

I nod before I sit down in one of the lounge chairs in the room after grabbing my phone from the dining table. Kieran and I text back and forth for a while, and I honestly don't mind that I'm secluded from everyone else. I once again get my headphones out so that I can listen to music. I plan on just drowning everyone out until it's my turn to get my hair done.

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Standing in my dress, I look in one of the many full length mirrors in this room. I have my nude heels on that give me a bit of height, and I turn around to get a look of myself from the back as well. My hair is loosely curled which has it trickling down my back.

I can't remember a time where I've looked so done up since college. I smile softly at myself, and as I begin to make my way towards the main area of the room, I can hear Gwen speaking softly with some of her bridesmaids behind a half-wall.

"I don't even know why I asked her to be my maid of honor," I hear Gwen groan. "My parents pretty much said that I needed to, but I can tell my mom regrets that now. She's just as sick of her as I am. When we were kids, we got along so well, but ever since she went to college, Carter has been so insufferable."

I stop walking, and I hide myself behind the wall so I can continue listening without being detected.

"God, Gwen, I'm sorry you have to deal with her," I hear one of the girls say, and I immediately can tell it's one of the girls from the bathroom at the engagement party. "And like...Bridgette and I didn't want to say anything, but the way she is with Harry is concerning."

"Don't even start with that," Gwen huffs, and I feel my stomach clench. "I found photobooth pictures from his bachelor party that they took together, and she's all over him. You can tell he's so uncomfortable, but he was just going along with it."

My lips part, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep myself from audibly gasping out. She was lying to them. I knew how those pictures turned out, I had copies of my own, and Harry and I looked overjoyed to be with each other.

"Why does he let her do that though?" Another girl speaks up. "I don't understand."

"They've been friends for years, you guys," Gwen continues. "I...I can't really fault him for still tolerating her. He doesn't really say anything negative about her or anything, but I think that they've both realized that they're not the friends they used to be. It's been quiet between the two of them these past few weeks."

Before the conversation can continue, I hear the main door to the suite open. "Gwen, we're ready for you to get into your dress in the bridal suite."

I can hear all the girls shrieking and giggling with excitement, and I wait until the door shuts again before I step out from behind the wall.

My sister's words didn't make me sad, and they didn't hurt me. I think that's actually the sad part of it all. I expect these things from her now.

But even though her words didn't make me sad, they did make me angry. They've ignited something that I've never felt before, and I think it's now or never after she's tried to paint me as someone who's holding onto unreciprocated feelings. Harry still sees me as his best friend, regardless of what's happened lately, and I know that for sure.

I need to tell him.

The bridesmaids are more than distracted with themselves, not extending any type of invitation to include me as they drink their champagne, and gawk over each other's hair and makeup - all while Gwen takes some bridal portraits outside.

Now was the time that I knew I could sneak away.

With my heart thumping against my chest, I make my way to the groom's suite of the venue - my hands trembling. I know this is something that I need to do. If I don't do this now, I'll never have another opportunity, and I know that I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I'd rather know the outcome than deal with the 'what if' of it all forever..

I raise my fist and knock on the door, immediately looking down at my feet. I hear muffled shuffling, and a curse word or two when it sounds like he stumbles, before the door opens.

Swallowing harshly, I continue to look at my feet - not knowing how I'm going to be able to look at him. It's not until I feel the brush of Harry's fingertips along the outside of my arm that I realize I'm actually about to do this.

"Carter," the corners of my lips immediately twitch down at the sound of my name leaving him. "What's wrong? Do you want to come in?"

I will myself to look up, and I allow my eyes to take him in. His chestnut curls are styled perfectly, and he's wearing a pair of dark blue trousers with an almost sky blue dress shirt on top. The points of the collar are more exaggerated than usual, and I know they're meant to hang over the lapels of his jacket once he puts it on.

I should've known that Harry would go non-traditional with his wedding suit. I'm just surprised that Gwen let him.

I give him a small nod, and Harry drops his hand away from me - stepping out of the doorway to allow me inside. His palm grazes along my lower back as I walk into the room, and I look back down at my feet. Hearing the door shut behind me, I can see that Harry has on a pair of white boots with a slight heel as he now crosses in front of me.

I can tell that he's leaning against the vanity that's installed into one of the walls, and I can hear ice clinking against a glass. I'm sure he's drinking tequila in the rocks for his nerves.

Neither of us know what to say, silence consuming us entirely, and I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands out of anxiousness. It's never been like this between us, and I hate it. This wasn't us.

"C'mon, Carter," Harry coaxes me, and I feel my throat tightening. "Please tell me what's going on. I've never seen you like this before, and I'm worried."

A few more moments of quiet pass before I speak.

"I love you," I whisper, and I immediately feel my bottom lip quivering.

I hear the glass that Harry had in his hand get set back down against the marbled counter. "What?"

"I-I love you," I repeat, a little louder this time, and I finally look up - making sure I look directly into his sage colored eyes so he knows I'm serious. "I love you, Harry."

Realization takes over his face, and I watch as his mouth opens, but he closes it quickly. We hold eye contact as he processes what I've said.

"You said you were selfish the other night, so I'm going to be selfish now," I force out although my entire body feels like I could collapse on the spot.

Harry pushes himself off the vanity to stand up straight, and he tucks his hands into his pockets as he gives me a nod to continue.

"I just had to come and tell you now, Harry, because I know I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't. I know it's your wedding day, and it's the worst possible timing, but I have to tell you. I have to let you know because I couldn't live with myself if I...if I didn't try."

I walk towards him so there's not as much distance, and I watch as Harry takes in a deep breath - tilting his chin up a bit so that he's looking at me better.

"I have loved you for years," I tell him, shaking my head. "And I should've told you, and I feel like a fucking idiot that I didn't now that I know you felt the same way at one point. I didn't run away from you after the formal because you made me uncomfortable. I ran away because I realized that I loved you, and I was scared to ruin the friendship because I thought that you would never feel the same way.

"I tried to be angry with you after what happened a few weeks ago, but I couldn't because I love you so much. I feel so foolish right now because you already told me that you used to love me in this way, and that now it's strictly platonic, but I just have to tell you because..."

I choke on a sob, and I haven't even realized that tears have been streaming the whole time I've been talking. Harry's expression is one of pain, and sadness as he purses his lips to the side - tears of his own filling his eyes.

"Because I really hope you'll reconsider today," I gasp, shaking my head. "And I feel beyond guilty for asking that of you, but I can't help it. I-I need to know. I need you to tell me if you still feel the same way, Harry, please."

Harry's eyes hold mine again for a while before he's shaking his head slowly. "It's Gwen, Carter. It's always going to be Gwen when it comes to this type of love, because like I told you, I do love you, it's just a different kind of love now."

My eyes flutter shut, and I take in a deep breath as I realize the worst outcome of this decision is presenting itself to me. This isn't just a scenario in my head anymore - this is actually happening.

I nod at him and step back, feeling as if my chest could cave in on itself. "Okay," I whisper, more tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. "I just had to hear you say it again after knowing my feelings - just one more time."

"Carter," he goes to reach out for me, but he stops himself - his own tears now trickling over the skin of his cheeks. "You're still my best friend, you know that, right? I don't want things to change between us. I know the night I told you everything I said that maybe you were right if we tried to separate a bit, but I really don't want that. I don't want to lose you."

I let out a laugh, wrapping my arms around myself as I look away from him. "Things have already changed, Harry. They've been changing for years now. Yes, we've still been close, but you can't stand here and honestly tell me that our friendship has remained the same."

Silence takes over again, and I shake my head as I look back over to him. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "It's okay that things have changed. It's a fact of life, but there's no coming back from what's happened. I'll still be there for you, and for Gwen - I couldn't imagine completely separating myself from you both, but I'm glad I'm moving. You just have to understand that I can't be there like I used to. I can't be as close as I used to be because...."

I cut myself off as I swallow down a sob. "Because it just hurts too much now," I sniffle, dropping my arms by my sides as my eyes meet his once more. "But I'm happy for you. I'm happy that you found someone to share the love you have because you really do deserve it. So please, just forget this happened, and enjoy your day, okay?"

Starting to back up towards the door, Harry steps forward with an extended hand, but I shake my head again - recoiling from his touch. "Don't, Harry. Please don't."

We don't say another word as I turn around and quickly exit out the door. I move around the corner of the hallway before pressing my back against the wall, sliding down as I cover my face with my forearms - dropping my face into them as I try to muffle my sobs.

I knew that him telling me that things wouldn't change today due to my confession was a possibility, but I was really hoping that I was wrong. Even though I told him that I won't be separating myself from him and Gwen, I have no choice but to do so now. I'll still see them at holidays, and big events, but I can't be around them like that anymore. I'll never be able to face Harry and have things be like they always have been,

A few moments pass before I hear shuffling coming from around the corner, and I see Gwen in her wedding gown with her photographer.

I forgot they were going to be doing a first look.

She stares at me, and I can see that it hits her - the realization of what has me so upset. She looks over to her photographer and whispers something before she approaches me on her own. "I know you did not do this to him on our wedding day, Carter."

"I'm sorry, Gwen, I just had to-"

"Are you kidding me?" She hisses, still trying to keep her voice low not to cause a scene. "I can't believe you'd do this to me - to him. I suspected there was always something deeper. You're lucky it's the day of the wedding, and that I couldn't possibly change things around now because you would absolutely not be here, do you understand me?"

"Well, from what I heard earlier, you didn't even want me in the wedding to begin with anyway," I spit back at her, my tears of sadness mixing with tears of anger. "But sure, I understand."

Gwen scoffs, looking away from me for a moment before glaring at me once more. "After this wedding, I don't want you to come anywhere near us. I'm glad you're moving away so I don't have to worry about this happening again."

I stay silent as fresh tears begin to slip down my cheeks.

"Now get the fuck away from his room, and let us try to continue on with our day as normal," Gwen says, trying to hover over me as she always does to intimidate me.

"Fuck you, Gwen," I see her jaw tense at my words, but I also see her eyes slightly widen in shock. I've never spoken to her in this way before. "I can't wait for the day where Harry realizes what a self-absorbed bitch you are, because trust me, he will. I'll feel sad for him, but I'll be nothing but elated when it comes to you. I just know that I'll find out that he was the one to walk away from the marriage."

Gwen opens her mouth to speak, but I stop her from doing so.

"I just hope you never treat him the way that I've allowed you to treat me. He'll never deserve that."

I hold her eyes for a moment longer before I finally find it in myself to move away, and walk back towards the bridal suite to meet back up with the other bridesmaids.

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"Alright ladies, line up right here," Gwen's wedding planner extends her arm out in front of her. She then walks just one step over and does the same thing with her arm again. "And gentlemen, you line up here."

The groomsmen walk up next to us, and I realize that I'm going to be walking down the aisle with Shane. Holding my flowers in front of me, I send him a half smile as I hear the music start in the main part of the chapel.

I was more than thankful for agreeing to waterproof makeup because there wasn't much to touch up after I had gone to see Harry. My anger towards Gwen actually helped with getting my tears to stop. I think also knowing that I was going to have to look presentable for people in less than half an hour also helped me get it together.

"I can't believe Harry's getting married," I hear Shane chuckle next to me. "I've known him since I can remember, and you always know this day is going to come eventually, it's just so strange when it does. Do you feel that way about Gwen?"

I clear my throat, and decide to just play along with it. Shane is a sweet guy, and he doesn't deserve me being bitter towards him. "Yeah, it's definitely weird. She's been dreaming of this since we were super little. She was always drawing sketches of the dress she wanted, and I think she had more little wedding dresses in our dress-up box than princess dresses."

Shane lets out another laugh, but we're interrupted by the wedding planner opening the doors for us to walk into the chapel.

"Okay, just remember everyone, make sure the couple in front of you gets to the middle pew with the red flowers before you start walking," she instructs.

Walking closer to me, Shane holds his arm out, and I wrap my hand around the crease of his arm. We'll be the last ones to walk, so we still have a bit of time before we're actually heading down ourselves.

"Are you excited for the reception?" Shane whispers to me, and I nibble on my bottom lip before I shake my head.

"I'm not going to the reception."

He looks down at me with a raised brow as we take a step forward as the next couple starts to walk down. "You're not going?"

"No, I'm going to call an Uber after this. Head back to the hotel, and then I'm going home," I tell him simply with a shrug.

"Oh, I'm-"

"To be completely honest with you, Shane, I'd rather leave right now, but I don't want to look like a complete piece of shit in front of my extended family. I'd also rather not leave you all to deal with Gwen's meltdown once she were to realize that I wasn't here, and the balance of everything was thrown off, so..."

Shane takes a moment before he speaks again - giving me a small nod. "Understood."

I'm glad that he didn't ask me to elaborate any further as I didn't feel like rehashing everything again.

Soon we're the next two to walk down, and I make sure that I'm holding my flowers appropriately in front of my torso as we begin down the aisle. As much as I want to keep my eyes on my feet, I keep looking forward. I can feel that Harry's eyes are directly on me, but I don't look over at him at all. Shane and I separate, and I take my appropriate spot on Gwen's side as he files in right behind Harry.

The guests in the pews rise as the music switches over to the song that Gwen would be walking down the aisle to, and soon her and my father appear in the doorway that we had all just walked out of. I can see that some of the guests are becoming emotional, and I hear a few sniffs behind me from some of the bridesmaids, but I remain completely stoic - my expression unchanging.

I refuse to look over at Harry, and once my father is handing Gwen over to him, I drop my eyes down to my flowers. My plan is just to keep my sight on them for the rest of the wedding and think about anything but being here.

The officiant starts to speak once everyone sits back down, but his words sound completely muffled. It wasn't until the officiant asked for the rings a few minutes later that I remembered Harry's ring was tied to my bouquet.

I swallow harshly as I undo the ribbon, and I step forward to place the ring down into the palm of Gwen's hand, and then I step right back into place.

I stand beside Gwen, and I do my best to avoid looking at the face of the man I'm in love with as he recites his vows. His vows that are not meant for me, but for my sister - the woman he's in love with. I'm hearing the words that are leaving his mouth, and I can't help but imagine how they could've been for me if things had been different. If we both hadn't been so scared to be honest with each other.

I know that I'll always be grateful for those years that I had with Harry as my best friend. Those days are behind us now though, and I have to move on. Maybe one day I'll find what Harry and Gwen have with each other in someone else, and then I'll realize that I really didn't know what love was before that said someone - that I thought I loved Harry, but I didn't. I know eventually I'll be able to move on, especially being away from him. I just hope that Harry is truly happy, and that Gwen is really what he wants.

I'm brought back to reality as I hear the sound of cheering, and I see Harry dipping Gwen down - placing his lips against hers for their first kiss as husband and wife. They pull apart after a moment, and I see the wide smile on his lips - causing his dimples to sink deep into his cheeks. I don't think I've ever seen him look so ecstatic in my life, and that's what really seals it for me. Harry is happy.

In the end, as long as Harry was happy, then I am happy, regardless of it all.

THE END.

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A/N:

I know this isn't the ending that anyone really wanted, but it's the ending that I have envisioned since I first thought of this story.

Hopefully you guys won't be too angry with me...

Thank you for all the love that I've received on all of this. It's been so incredibly heartwarming, and I feel like just saying thank you isn't enough, but I don't know what else to say. I've loved seeing your comments, and reading over your theories on what you all thought was going to happen.

I'm sad that Carter and Harry's story was so short, but I think it truly held its purpose in these six chapters.

Until next time...

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Alright, since Christmas is basically in pissing distance, we need the power of the indomitable Christmas Spirit.

aka ar team & task force defy snuggling close to their S/O by the fire

(GFL) AR Team and Task Force Defy cuddling with their S/O

AR Team: M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

DEFY: AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia

WELP meant to write this way sooner during christmas when this ask was actually sent but, better late than never?

M4 relaxes, staring into the fireplace with S/O next to her.

She wishes that time could just stop, and thinks about what life could be like, assuming they both leave this war alive.

But, she shouldn't think like that, at least not for right now.

M4 holds S/O's arms closer to her, smiling and closing her eyes.

(M4A1) "...Thank you for having me, S/O..."

STAR slightly shifts in her seat as she sits under the blanket with S/O.

She doesn't really know what to do in this kind of situation, especially with their arm around her.

It made her feel safe, anxious, loved, all sorts of emotions she didn't know she had.

But, she certainly wasn't going to complain about it.

(ST AR-15) "Are you comfortable? I can move a little if you need me to."

SOPMOD is almost bouncing with energy, crushing S/O in a tight hug.

She's so excited to open her presents in the morning, and she's waiting to see if Santa will come down the chimney.

...Wait, if the fireplace was still going, wouldn't they catch on fire?

Eh, who cares? It made her feel nice, so she wasn't gonna move.

(SOPMOD) "S/O, feed me the cookies, I dont't wanna get up!"

M16 was ready to get absolutely shitfaced, but she surprisingly decides against it, and holds off on the eggnog.

Instead, she decides that she could at least do something a little romantic and sit with S/O.

Her head being gently rubbed by S/O's hand was making her a little sleepy. The fireplace was doing a good job at setting the mood too.

She stops their hand by simply holding it and smiling up at them.

(M16A1) "In the morning, we'll make a toast to a new year, so you don't have to worry about me doing anything crazy...For tonight anyway. We're celebrating with chicken and Jack Daniels tomorrow!"

RO is completely melting in her S/O's arms, feeling the warmth of their affection moreso than the fire.

She was glad no one else was able to see this, being able to fully relax without anyone to tease.

RO makes sure S/O is comfortable as well, wrapping her jacket around them.

And when she feels a kiss on her forehead, she giggles but averts her eyes.

(RO635) "A-Ah!...No, I didn't mind, it just surprised me is all...Can you do that again...Please?

12's smile seems to grow bigger as she just relaxes with S/O, feeling them lean into her.

This was a nice change of pace from most Christmas's she had, those were either spent in operations or trying to fend off AN-94.

Plus, she got to see the reaction of S/O under the mistletoe earlier, and that was something worth remembering.

She lets one eye slightly open to commit the sight of S/O under the blanket with her to memory.

(AK-12) "I always do enjoy the sight of red on the white snow...I'm talking about the Christmas decorations, by the way."

94 has a small smile form as she holds onto S/O's arm, adjusting the blanket to be over her.

She didn't really need it, but it made S/O comfortable so she was happy to oblige.

94 gives S/O her full attention as they explained many human customs of Christmas, and getting to spend it with loved ones.

And the realization finally dawned on her.

(AN-94) "You consider me a loved one by having me spend Christmas with you...This...makes me very happy."

15 was content to go into sleep mode near the fireplace. It would not set the room they were in ablaze, given that there were state of the art fire detection and supression systems.

But she wasn't entirely sure why S/O insisted on putting the blanket over her as well. It's not like her systems would get damaged.

Nevertheless, 15 went along with S/O's wishes.

It made them happy, and in turn, it makes 15 satisfied.

(AK-15) "If I can ask, why do humans wait for someone that doesn't exist during Christmas? It makes no sense."

16 has a big smile on her face, the biggest of all DEFY as she relaxes into the couch.

That in combination with S/O's blanket made her quite relaxed.

With S/O on her shoulder, there was one thing really to do.

Prod them for reactions.

(RPK-16) "Do you think if Santa was real, he'd get shot down by this base's Anti-Air? It'd make all the human children of the world quite sad, wouldn't it?"

Angelia was still working, with a laptop on her legs while S/O snuggled up next to her.

They held onto her prosthetic arm, making her slowly roll her eyes. She knew better than to question why they were holding onto that arm.

"It was still Ange", would be their answer.

She had to slightly adjust them off so she could continue typing, smiling when she saw them pout.

(Angelia) "If you like this arm so damn much, then I should just rip it off and give it to you. And quit hogging the blanket, I can get cold too, you know."

[pokechampash]

This story includes detailed farting, sharting, and diarrhea, don't like it? Scroll! All characters used are 18+

Finally got around to doing the prompt that someone sent in

Most high schools have a star student, a student who stands out from everyone else, someone who's in throughout the whole school and maybe even other schools for their talents, sometimes they could be a football jock, and that would be the case for Bob, or as most of his teachers and peers like to call him Bubble Butt Bob! He was known for his awesome trick shots and natural talent for football, he even had his own all boys fanclub, but by far the thing that made him most popular was his rocking body, especially his muscular ass! If only he was as good at academics as he was at football and flexing his huge muscles.

“Dude seriously another E?” Jake giggled as Bob groaned, obviously annoyed, Jake was Bob’s childhood friend and the second best player on their football team. He and Bob are very close but he still sometimes takes great joy in his buddy’s downfalls.

“It's not funny dude, if I fail this class coach is definitely gonna bench me for the rest of the season, I gotta get my grade up, at least enough for it to be a passing grade” Bob said, crumbling up his report card and throwing it into a nearby trashcan.

“You'll have to get at least a B or higher on our final exam then, better hit the books buddy” Jake said with a wink as he gave Bob’s ass a firm slap, it jiggled for a few seconds as a result.

“Alright we can study at my house tonight since the exam is tomorrow, and stop touching my ass man!” Bob said, rubbing his ass cheek.

“Haha sorry, couldn't resist. I love the way it jiggles!” Jake chuckled making Bob blush, the two friends continued their banter as they started walking to Bob’s house.

The next morning

“Hey jackass wake up, we gotta get some breakfast and get to school, we have the final today” Jake said as he nudged Bob until he was awake, the two quickly got ready together and made their way to the nearby gas station for a quick breakfast, Jake suggested some Twinkies.

“Do those things have milk? You know how I get when I eat anything dairy” Bob said remembering the time he almost shit himself while he was on a run because he mistook regular milk for soy milk.

“No you'll be fine bro, I think they're vegan or something” Jake said with confidence, believing his friend Bod ended up eating a lot of Twinkies and rushing over to school. They made it to their math class a bit early so they sat down and prepared for the quiz, their math teacher Mr. Henry was also in class preparing all the testing materials.

“Well look what we have here! I see you're both earlier, guessing you need a good grade on your final to pass huh? I wasn't expecting either of you to show up considering you goofed around in my class the whole year” Mr. Henry said bitterly, giving Bob a stern, Bob and Jake said silent with guilty expressions on their faces. The class started filling up with more students, Bob was starting to get cramps in his stomach but he just ignored it thinking it was just him being nervous about the test.

“Alright the test is coming out now, good luck!” Mr Henry said as one of the students started passing the test, soon the room was silent as everyone started their test, including Bob who was still dealing with cramps, and now it was feeling like gas.

“Fuck why am I feeling like this” Bob thought as he shifted his big ass and careful let out a silent fart, luckily no one heard it but it was obvious the kid behind him could smell it. Bob continued the test letting out farts from time to time to relieve his cramping stomach, however his farts were starting to get bigger and louder, and each time he let one out they got wetter, he was slowly starting to feel like he wa going to shit himself, and his classmates were getting annoyed by the smell as the whole classroom was starting to smell like fresh shit.

“Ugh, did someone shit their pants or something?” one of the students from the back said with a look of disgust.

“Smells like a public bathroom here” another annoyed student added.

“God it smells like my bathroom after my dad eats taco bell” a kid from the front row chimed in, Bob started to sweat and desperately raised his hand, Mr. Henry sighed.

“What is it Bob?” Mr Henry asked sternly.

“C-Can I use the bath-” Bob started as he let out another ripe fart but Mr. Henry cut him off by slamming his hand on his desk.

“So you think you can goof off in my class for the whole school year then go run off to the bathroom so you can skip this final? Yeah not happening buddy, and you should eat less fiber, your farts stink” Mr Henry said firmly glaring at Bob, some of Bob’s classmates looked at him disgusted as they now knew who was stinking up the classroom, Bob tried to open his mouth to plead his case but he ending up letting out an especially wet fart, shivering he rushed through the final section of the quiz and raced out the class with his hand on his clenched ass wet farting as most of the class started to laugh at him.

“The closest bathroom from here is the second floor bathroom next to Mr. Cedric’s class” Bob thought frantically as he started to run towards the first floor’s staircase, however he was quickly stopped as someone jumped from around the corner blocking his way. It was one of his many friends Chase!

“Hey Bob, how's our best football player doing?” Chase said, nudging Bob’s arm with a wink.

“O-Oh hey Chase, I'm doing good, I actually have somewhere I really have to be so if you could get out of my way that be great” Bob said clenching his large ass cheeks

“Oh come on man I haven't seen you for a long time, at least stick around long enough for Miles to get that burrito you like from downtown” Chase said giving Bob a puppy dog eyes look, his stomach rumbled dangerously loud as he heard the word burrito.

“Next time I promise dude just get out of the way or I'll do it by force” Bob said, bouncing his leg a bit.

“Okay okay no need to get aggressive I'm moving, can I get a feel of your ass first, everyone tells me how heavy it is but I wanna see for myself” Chase said as he slid out of the way but before Bob could answer Chase firmly grabbed Bob's ass then felt it and gave it a hard slap causing a juicy fart to burst out, Bob rushed away and up the staircase. He ended up running into a few students from his fanclub who insisted on getting autographs and pictures with him, not wanting to be rude Bob accepted causing him to let out more farts to relieve the pressure, as soon as he signed the last notebook he ran up to the second floor, his urgent need to go had gotten worse since people kept smacking ass causing him to fart by surprise, unfortunately for him the ass slaps continued as he ran into more friends from the football team and fanclub members, their slaps were starting to get harder with more force causing Bob’s farts to become wetter and bigger, his boxers were starting to feel damp, everyone seemed to be in love with his giant ass!

“Ugh finally, almost there just gotta make it to the bathroom before someone else tries slapping my ass” Bob thought as he slowly made his way over to the toilet door hugging his gurgling stomach, he was so focused on keeping his gas in and holding his stomach he didn't even notice one of his teammates and best buddies Alex was charging up behind him with his hand up ready to slap his ass as hard as he could!

“Nice ass captain!” Alex said with a wink as he slapped Bob so hard he stumbled back a bit in shock, the force of the slap was to hard for Bob and his stomach gave in as he feel on sharted himself, and more of his leaky diarrhea was starting to come out, Bob raced into the bathroom and tried all the stall doors but they were locked! Bob started fully shitting himself in front kf fhe stall as chunky diarrhea flew out of his giant ass as he let out more sharts, once the people in the stalls came out and saw the massive pile of liquid shit on the floor they fanned the air and covered their mouths running in disgust, poor Bob was mortified. After that whole scene he hided in the toilets until school was over then made a mad dash home so he could go change, he was horrified to find out his was wearing his lucky black boxers, the shit stain was to deep to wash out and the smell wasn't going away so he had to trash them, and the cherry on top of Bob’s shitty sundae was Bob score was one percentage away from passing meaning he'd need to do summer school this year! Poor Bubble Butt Bob!

[smartycvnt]

A Little TLC

Pairing: Jey Uso x Reader

Summary: You and Jey take care of each other after Survivor Series.

WC: 733

"I don't know if I can do that again. This might be it for me," Jey said as he fell back onto the bed. You didn't blame him for the way that he was talking. On the indies, you had done a couple of WarGames matches before and they were brutal. Jey had never done something like this before, and as he had told you before the match, he was getting old. You knew that he'd be even more sore tomorrow. The next couple of days would be absolute hell, but the two of you would take care of each other. Jey wasn't going to get out of bed to take a bath in soaking salts with you, but you didn't mind taking care of him tomorrow for a little while.

"I'm gonna be back in a bit," you told him. You started to walk away, but Jey grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you back into his arms. "I need to take a bath or else I'll really pay for it tomorrow."

"Stay with me tonight. I'll rub your shoulders, which is just as nice," Jey offered. It absolutely was not going to be just as nice, but you decided to take the offer anyways. You laid against Jey's body in bed as his fingers dug into the sore muscles in your shoulders. You didn't know why, but that was always where your muscles felt the most sore after matches. In all honesty, you hadn't expected Jey to remember that little detail since he usually didn't come back with you after shows. This was a Pay Per View, so it was a bit different. You had fought on Bianca's team in the match, showing your support for the Raw family that you'd be leaving soon for Smackdown once Ronda left.

"You do realize that we're both going to regret this tomorrow, right?" you asked him. Jey nodded as he pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead. You grabbed onto his hands and wrapped them around you. Jey tried to shift so the two of you could lay all the way back, but you could hear the strain those little movements caused him. "Nope, come on. Into the bath for you."

"I just wanna sleep," Jey whined. You pulled him up from the bed and half-carried him into the bathroom. There was no arguing against it at that point, but you knew Jey would thank you in the morning. He tried to take care of himself to wrestle with his family for as long as he could, but there were some things he just didn't think about doing. You still remembered the first time you had done a salt bath in front of him and he just stared at you like you were crazy the entire time. However, you had gotten the absolute hell beaten out of you with kendo sticks and steel chairs without feeling too bad the next day. "There's room for one more."

"Not when you look at me like that." Jey's face fell a little, but he stayed in the bath until your phone timer went off. It wasn't often that he let you take care of him like this and do things like dry him off, but you were grateful for it. There wasn't a lot of time for the two of you to have little domestic moments, so they meant so much more to you when they did happen. You cleaned up in the bathroom while Jey got himself dressed for bed. The soreness was starting to set into your bones as you made your way back into the bedroom. You had expected Jey to be asleep, but he was sitting up in bed with a couple of little pain remedies from the first aid kit. "Come here, you took care of me and now it's your turn."

"I do like a man who reciprocates," you joked. Jey pressed a couple of kisses to the back of your neck before he lifted up the back of your shirt to check for bruises. There were a few nasty ones, but those were just for vanity. You directed Jey to the actual places that hurt and he placed with a patch or a little bit of the lidocaine spray there. It wasn't much, but it was enough for you to sleep comfortably for most of the night.

[evilvvithin]

For the könig prompts number 3

76 kiss prompts ft. König ⇨ #3 “Drunk/Sloppy” kiss

⇨ prompt masterlist | this prompt on AO3

Moving to another town and finding new friends, thinking everything is perfect. What you didn't think about is König spending all his time in work, leaving you feeling alone most of the time. You'd never thought that König might grew jealous towards your best friend. Contains alcohol (duh), jealous / possessive König, dom König, feral rough "claiming" sex, König doubting himself, est. relationship. Reader is female. This is NSFW and I'm dripping wet for feral könig so read at your own risk.

Words: 3,296

Happiest moments of your life. Having an amazing man you loved and he loved you back. Moving to another town was an exciting moment for you as well. Having the opportunity to start from scratch, to start something new and better than your previous life. At first you were hesitant to leave your hometown, but when König got reassigned to a different platoon you had no choice. You’d sacrifice anything for him, even if there were choices you wouldn’t care about and just followed him here.

König… the love of your life. You didn’t realize his reassignment would mean that he was going to spend all the time at work, on missions. Sometimes he spent months in another country. You didn’t mind at the beginning, but as the time went by you felt more and more lonely and distant from him. Whenever he was home, he showered you with love and small gifts from his missions, reassuring you that soon he would return to his old platoon and everything was going to be back to normal. 

Soon… but when? You sighed, staring out the window into the distance. The house was dark and silent, with the occasional sound of your cat meowing and scratching his tree toy. König was supposed to come back tonight but still didn’t arrive, you hoped you’d see him before going to work. “If I don't come tonight, I’ll be home tomorrow night for sure,” were his words in the latest message you recieved.

When you moved to this town, you quickly grabbed the first work you found. König kept saying you could just stay home and wait till you return back to your hometown to continue the work you had there because his payment could easily cover everything up, but you weren’t able to just sit home and do nothing. You’d go crazy in no time. Working night shifts at a bar, you’ve met many people and made new friends, helping you to not feel so lonely when König was away. Especially Johny. Johny became your new best friend, full of jokes and wide smiles all the time, he always lightened the mood up everywhere at any time. He made all the long months without König bearable and sometimes you couldn’t wait to go to work, just to forget about all the worries and thoughts you had and only laugh the whole night.

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No new messages, no missed calls, you checked your phone after the shift. It was early in the morning, around 4am and the town was dead silent. 

“Hey, how about we grab some drinks? I’d use some after tonight's shift,” Johny smacked your back you almost fell over.

You weren’t much of a drinker, if anything you always grabbed some beers at night or evening. The thought of drinking in the morning wasn’t appealing. “You know what? Let’s go,” you said after thinking it through. It wasn’t even morning for you since you didn’t sleep, to you it was still night. You could really use something to clear your head and waste some time before the next night when König comes. “Do you know somewhere?” 

“Actually…” Johnny pouted, “most places are closed this early. We could go to my place though.”

“Mine is closer, we can just walk there.”

Diving into the night, the laugh of you two was loud in the silence everywhere. You heard a couple of drunk yelling from a distance and met a few drunks giving you weird stares. At that time you were glad you had Johny with you. He stared at them back and his muscular frame was enough for them to look away and keep walking. You thought about how terrified the drunks would be if König was with you and had to chuckle at the imagination.

“He’s not home yet?” He asked when you entered your apartment. “Damn, was hoping to have some drinks with him as well. I sent him a few funny pictures earlier but he didn’t reply.”

“König will come tonight. He's more likely busy.” You replied. Him and Johnny were friends, but you couldn’t tell they were good friends, it seemed more like König was accepting Johnny just because he was your friend. “Today, as in… uhm… today’s night…” you added, the night shift messed you up. 

“Alright alright… what do we have here?” He raised his voice and walked towards the cupboard where you stored booze, mainly beers. “I didn’t expect much from you two, but this still makes me sad,” he said jokingly as he looked into the half empty space.

“That's enough, we wanted some drinks, right?” You smiled. “We’re not getting wasted.”

Johnny handed you a can of beer. It wasn’t as cold as you’d wish, but you didn't' mind. “Fuck it, let’s watch Tropic Thunder.”

“Didn’t you see it thousands of times already?” 

“I don’t care, let’s watch it again.”

The combination of beer and lack of sleep, due to the night shift, made you doze off rather quickly. Waking up hours later, you saw two cans at your side of the table and a mountain of them where Johnny was. You felt good, rested, just a little hungry so you definitely only had your two beers before. Fuck… The sun was setting off again, you’ve slept the whole day. 

“Wake up,” you shouted and threw one of the empty cans at Johnny. He snored and remained motionless. “Wake up!”

“What… oh shit.” He sat down, still asleep and stretched his arms wide. “Sleeping on the floor is way less comfortable than I remember.” Even when he felt sick, his sense of humor never left him. 

“I have to clean this all up, you better go get some more rest before your shift.” 

You were free tonight, but he had two more night shifts to go. Johnny was used to alcohol way more than you so you were sure he’d be all fresh and full of life in a few hours, ready to work. 

“You’re right,” he yawned. “Your man’s here soon, hm? I’m sure you two, uhm… missed each other so much.” 

“Oh, shut up and get out!” You laughed. You knew exactly what he meant by “missed each other so much”, and he was right. König’s touch, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, his hot breath in your hair… You craved his presence, it’s been too long. 

Johnny finally got himself up, his legs a little wobbly but within a minute he looked completely fine. Grabbing his belongings, he made sure he didn’t forget anything. “See ya next week, then,” he waved and closed the doors behind him. 

Not wasting any time, you started to clean up all the cans and the whole apartment. As it was getting darker and darker, you prepared dinner and the nice smell filled the room. Your phone buzzed a couple of times with some silly pictures from Johnny. Typical Johnny, you laughed. 

Staring out the window and losing yourself in the lamp lights outside once again, cars passing by and the night sky filled up with stars, the dinner was almost cold at this point. You already put away the plates and everything from the dining table together with the meal so it couldn’t get cold so quickly, but it didn’t help much. You were waiting hours but König still wasn’t coming. He didn’t even let you know if something came up and he’d come later, or tomorrow or… Sighing loudly, you went to prepare bed and decided to take a shower. If he’s not home by the time I get out, I’ll just sleep, you made up your mind.

Just as you expected, he didn’t come. Dancing around in your towel, with the cat in your arms, towards the bedroom, you noticed scratching outside the front door. You looked at your cat to make sure he’s in your hands, it couldn’t be him then. Immediately you thought it sounded just like someone trying to break in, or maybe someone missed their floor and thought this is their apartment? Putting your cat down, you quickly swapped the towel for some clothes and decided to investigate. The scratching didn’t stop, it only got more urgent. You were really curious about what was happening, at the same time you were self cautious and prepared for any kind of intruder or unpleasant situation. Hesitatingly, you walked up to the doors and looked outside through the small hole. 

“König?” You whispered as you saw him trying to get inside. Opening the door, he almost fell onto you as he got quite spooked. “König, what in God's name are you doing?” You grabbed his sleeve and started to pull him inside.

He walked inside and threw his backpack to the floor with a loud thud. Closing the doors behind him roughly, he leaned against them. Is he angry? Ran through your mind. The beer smell hit your nose and you realized why he couldn’t open the doors. 

“You.. Did you drink?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. He never drank much and when he did, something serious usually happened to the point he felt the need to just get wasted. If you remembered correctly, you only saw him really wasted just once during the whole time you knew him.

He mumbled in reply. He could walk, stand and talk normally, he didn’t seem like he was that drunk, but you knew him. His body just worked the alcohol out better than other people. It always affected his mind and thinking way stronger than making his legs wobbly or spinning in a place. Your nose wrinkled as another wave of the strong beer odor hit it.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed, love.” Pulling on his arm, trying to move this mountain of a man was a ridiculous idea. “Come on, bed’s just around the corner.”

After a while, he groaned and followed you. Letting him fall onto the bed, you put away his shoes immediately and somehow managed to drag his jacked off of him. Just when you wanted to walk away to put his clothes in their place, he grabbed your hand. 

“Stay,” he said into the mattress. 

“I’ll be right back, I just need to put these away.” 

He wasn’t letting go of your hand at all, his grasp only tightened the more you tried to free it. 

“Let go,” you said more urgently and wiggle your hand.

He turned around on his back and pulled you towards him, making you fall onto him as a result. “Let go? Of you? Never.” His arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. “Du bist mein.”

The way he growled the last words made you shiver, you’ve never heard him say anything in that tone before. 

“Where were you so long?” You knew the answer already, but you wanted to ask anyway. 

“In the pub,” he said and pulled you closer. “Down the street.”

You laid still on top of him, letting him squish you in a hug like a teddy bear. If you slept like that tonight, you wouldn’t mind, as long as he’s here with you. One question was eating your mind and you were unable to not think about it.

“König,” you whispered, “why did you drink? You never do, so… What happened?” 

He remained silent for a while, his breathing pace increasing slowly. His own mind was flooded with thoughts, one louder than the other, yelling at him over each other. Rolling around and locking you under him, he parted your legs by pushing his knee between them and stared into your eyes. He concentrated on your expression, your eyes, your lips. You felt like he sobered up suddenly. His facial expression turning from observing to dangerously lusty one made you feel a little bit uneasy. 

“König?” You said out louder, waiting for some kind of reply from him still. 

He reached for his pocket and pulled out phone, showing you one of many photos of you and Johnny watching Tropic Thunder the other night. You gave him a confused look. König knew very well that you two spent a lot of time together, he knew very well that Johnny also had a wife and second children coming soon and he knew Johnny himself very well, but he still couldn’t get rid of the growing jealous feeling inside of him. He just couldn’t help himself. He was quite possessive of you, he didn’t want to admit it but he was. He never wanted to lose you, ever. He was often doubting himself, questioning if he was worthy enough for someone so special and beautiful like you. But now? He secretly hated Johnny for being able to spend so much time with you and he couldn’t, it drove him insane. You were his partner, his girl, and Johnny got to spend more time with you than him? Now he just felt like he needed to show him that you were his only. Show you that you were his only. Mark you as his.

“You’re mine,” he said with a deep voice. 

You wanted to say “of course I am, silly”, but he was quicker and silenced any noise you wanted to make with a kiss. “Mine,” he mumbled into the kiss again silently. You tasted the bitter taste of beer, giving in to the kisses and returning them. His kisses grew sloppier together with their aggressiveness. “You smell so nice, Liebling.” König might’ve been tired and drunk, but he wanted to show you that you were his. He needed to. Digging between your thighs with his knee to part them, he then pulled his knee up to your pussy and a moan escaped your lips. Feeling him close like this, teasing your aroused crotch, you couldn’t help yourself. The print of his hard, growing member grinding against your thigh was only making it worse. Or better?

Breaking up the kiss, you mumbled: “We should rest first. We’re both tired and it’s late,”  you were exhausted just like him, and wanted to sleep, curled up right next to him. Just that, you didn’t need anything more at the moment. Just to be close to him. As close as possible.

Ignoring your words, he managed to slide down your sweatpants. You saw him smirk when he realized it was the only piece of clothing that was between him and your hole. Of course you didn’t bother to put on any underwear before. He parted your thighs fully to fit between them. Sucking on your neck’s skin carelessly, you whined in pain multiple times but quickly forgot about it. You felt the skin tensing up and pulsating as bruises were forming on it.

“König, let's sleep.” You reminded him again, but he didn't react at all. Your pussy was reacting to his grinding and touching, getting more and more wet but your brain wasn’t in the mood. Yet.

König unzipped his pants with little issues due to his impatience, eager to feel more of you right now. The lust was overcoming his mind, the feeling of wanting to absolutely take and destroy you was winning over his usual soft and caring self. Pulling up your shirt just enough to expose your breasts, he then pinned your hands above your head. Moving down from your neck, he played around with your sensitive nipples. Your mind went blank as you whimpered under him. He was moaning into your skin, satisfied hearing you give in and tremble under him, wanting more of him. Feeling you start to grind against him and his cock, he let out a groan and felt his cock twitch, desperate to feel your insides wrapped around it.

Grabbing your waist and pulling you down, his tip pressed against your entrance now, he bored his eyes into yours. You were pushing against him, trying to feel him filling up already, but he wasn’t going to give it to you. He was waiting for something. His hold on your wrists became more rough the longer he waited. 

“I’m yours,” you moaned out. “Only yours.”

As soon as you said it, he thrusted into you. No calm nor soft beginning. He just went in full length, immediately thrusting in and out at a quick pace. Your hands going numb from the pressure he was putting on them, you felt the need to grab onto something or dig into his back while he rammed into you. His mouth found yours again, sucking onto your lower lip.

Your mind was all over the place, you didn't recognize your man now but you loved it. It was so different from all the other times, it was raw and rough. The way he handled you, the way he held you down under him to do whatever he wanted, the way he just fucked you senseless to the point you weren't even able to moan. You knew he'd never hurt you, you knew if you really didn't want to he'd let you be. But you wanted it. There was something about this König that was making you unbelievably horny. Something that made you forget how exhausted you were before. You felt completely in his will, his. 

"Scheiße-" he yelped out and licked his lip. You bit him without even realizing it. "Schlimmes Mädchen, that was hot."

Wanting to hear you moan out loud and whimper as he fucked you, he placed sloppy kisses over your chin, neck and collarbones, leaving slightly blooded trail behind them. It felt like eternity before you felt you were about to come. You wanted the moment to become eternity though. Coming at the same time as you, his grip on your hands weakened and you squeezed them out, wrapping them around his shoulders and pulling him closer. Filling you up with a load of warm cum, he thrusted into you a couple more times before resting on top of you motionless. 

Gasping out as he pushed the air out of your lungs, you breathed rapidly trying to calm down from the wild ride. 

“All yours.” You whispered and placed a kiss into his hair. 

König supported his weight on his elbows and pulled his cock out of you slowly, remaining hovering above you keeping you locked under him. “I asked for reassignment to my old platoon after this mission. Said I won’t do any more of those. They agreed,” he said. “We’re going back to our old place tomorrow.” 

Your mouth opened in shock. Right tomorrow? What about my job? What about this apartment we bought? 

“I took care of everything,” he continued as if he was able to read your thoughts. “I can be by your side all the time when we are back.” 

You gave him another kiss and a large smile. Even though you liked your work and all the friends you’ve met here, you loved König. The thought of being able to be with him all the time again overweighed everything else.

He ran his fingers through your hair and whispered: “Captain mentioned there’s a free spot now. We could be together all the time, really all the time.” 

Happiness spilled all over your face. “I could join as a medic?” König just nodded. You almost wanted to cry hearing all this news, you already forgot the past year you’ve spent in this town and job. “When?”

“Everything tomorrow,” he whispered and you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet entrance. “Now, we have some more spare time, richtig?” 

“I missed you so much,” you moaned and closed your eyes, fully focusing on feeling him inside.

He already showed you that you belonged to him and him only, now he wanted to show you how much he loves you and missed you.

[rotworld]

10: Motel Hell

(previous)

desperate to get out of nelton, you make a risky decision and find somewhere to stay along the road.

->contains gore, graphic description of corpses.

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Home is west. Northwest now, so far away it feels like the edge of the world. 

You’ve tried to get there a few times. Every now and then, you’ll get lucky. The Drift will have mercy and you’ll end up so close you think you can taste it, the pull urgent but not so taut and uncomfortable. Somehow, it’s always eluded you. You get turned around, your inner compass spinning haywire. The road spits you out just east, too far north, not at all where you mean to go. Lost—that’s what you are. But you never feel that way until you try to find home.

And even if you ever reached it, would it be worth the trouble? Would anyone see you as kin, or would it be a town full of strangers? You don't try anymore. Home is best left abstract and distant.

Night is falling. The shadows grow. The sign seems to lunge through the fog, sudden and vicious. “DRIFT INN. NEXT EXIT.” It’s not close enough to spot off the highway, but you do see a spatter of streetlights and neon. Not enough for a town, just a small place between things for the unlucky and desperate. Anything is good enough for you now. The exit is an uphill zigzag, a silent intersection with a light that takes too long to change. 

You see two long gray slabs with red roofs. Nothing around but concrete and tufts of hardy grass growing in the cracks. The parking lot is sparsely occupied, a couple windows aglow behind drawn curtains. Still, you hesitate. Your recent misfortunes have left you somewhat wary. You consult your map. You’ll make the final push for the University tomorrow, get there by dusk. South, then east? Or start heading east now? For once, you find yourself hoping there’s no town in that vast distance, no unexpected detours. 

Something flits past the window as you’re planning your morning route. It’s gone when you look up but you were sure, for just a second—

And then you see it. Another, drifting silently into your windshield. Landing on the glass and melting to nothing. The sky is the color of a coming storm. Your heart starts to race. 

[NOW PLAYING ON THE RADIO: SATURDAY NIGHT BY THE MISFITS]

The automatic doors wheeze open. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead. The floor is grimy-looking tile and the walls are off-white. Nobody’s sitting behind the check-in desk. All you can hear is the whirr of an electric fan in the corner and a crackling radio on the counter.

A tiered shelf against the wall displays travel brochures coated in a fine layer of dust, advertising the orchards and public gardens of Green Valley. These must be old. There is no Green Valley anymore—it’s been called the Stillwoods since before you were born, although the occasional antique road sign marooned along the highway might still bear the old name.

The doors open again behind you. There’s a woman standing there, hands in the pockets of a gray peacoat. She’s wearing heels and her hair is meticulously pinned into a neat bun. 

She gives you a quick, appraising look. “Hey there,” she says. “Checking in?” You nod and she slips behind the check-in desk, noticeably keeping her distance and never turning her back towards you. She doesn’t give you a price or ask how you’ll pay, simply reaching for a room key off the back wall and setting it on the desk. You don’t think there was a courier sign on the door. Your visible apprehension makes her grin. “So…I don’t actually work here. But I saw you pull up and thought you might appreciate a hand. There’s four of us here tonight.”

You take the key, the plastic tag attached reading 108. “Is the place abandoned?” you ask. That wouldn’t surprise you. This motel was clearly attached to the Stillwoods once upon a time, but now it’s out here in the middle of nowhere. That happens sometimes, during a particularly violent shift or an anchorware malfunction. That’s how the University became its own city, too.

The woman makes a noncommittal sound. “Not exactly. At least, it wasn’t when I got here. It’s like this, see?” 

She leans back and turns the handle of the door behind the desk. As soon as it’s cracked open, the smell of blood comes rushing out. She opens it just far enough for you to glimpse the back room and the body inside: head so badly bludgeoned that you don’t realize it’s lying face-up for a while, jaw broken and wrenched open so wide the mouth is more like a gaping wound of teeth. There’s blood pooling on the floor and arterial sprays arcing on the walls. Fresh enough to drip. 

The woman yanks the door shut again. She looks unbothered, you think, unusually cheerful considering the situation. She adjusts her small, rectangular glasses on the bridge of her nose. “See what I mean? Kind of a mess. I’d have taken off by now if not for how the sky looks. Rather take my chances here than out in a Drift storm.” The snow is heavier already, a thin layer blanketing the pavement outside. “Anyway, wanna get settled in? 108’s right with the rest of us. Gotta keep an eye on each other, after all. Hard to say who’s a mimic and who’s not.” 

You frown. A mimic wouldn’t waste that much food.

The woman is friendly, at least, and endlessly talkative. She’s a University graduate. She’s been living in Splitrock Junction for the past few years, testing the water and soil for “intrusional particles,” but she’s looking for a career change. “Anchorware! That’s where the money’s at,” she tells you. “That’s the future of the Drift, you know. It’s caught on in all the major industries but it’ll get more affordable later. The lab where they build that stuff makes the University look Stone Age. God, if I could get my hands on some of that equipment…” 

You barely say a word as she leads you outside and across the parking lot to the adjacent building. Four rooms are occupied in a row, lights on, muffled voices coming through the doors. You walk up in time to catch part of a conversation—an argument, more accurately. They’re talking about mimics.

“So you’re telling me the one that’s see-through and foggy like frosted glass isn’t called a glass mimic?” 

“Glass mimics are literally made of glass, man. Or something kind of like it. It shatters if you hit it hard enough.” 

“Kind of like it? So they’re not actually made of glass. They don’t even resemble glass.” 

“I didn’t name them, okay?” 

The woman pauses to knock on 106. “We’ve got another,” she says. 

106 opens just slightly, the door halting on a chain lock. The face that peers out at you is obscured by a surgical mask and a pair of sunglasses. “Shit, Chatterbox made it back in one piece,” he mutters. “So either it left you alone or you’re the mimic.” The doors on either side of him creak open. A man pokes his head outside of 105, looking nonplussed. Nobody comes out of 107 but you hear a quiet huff, a quick exhale of laughter.

“Well, this is all of us,” the woman says. “We’re a little short on trust right now so you’ll have to settle for nicknames. That’s Newbie in 105. He’s from outside. Like, outside, you know?”

“Outside the Drift?” you ask, startled.

Newbie frowns. He’s blond and clean-shaven, wearing an open suit jacket and loosened tie. “Couldn’t we have picked our own nicknames? God, it’s freezing all of the sudden.” 

“This totally normal, not at all suspicious guy lurking in 106 is Glasses.” 

“Bite me,” Glasses snarls. “Half the mimics out here copy faces. You’re not getting mine.”

The woman rolls her eyes. “Shrug is in 107. He’s kinda quiet. Second most likely to be a mimic, if we’re making accusations.” 

107’s door opens slightly wider. The man standing there doesn’t show his face, keeping his head down and his hood up, hands stuffed in the pockets of an oversized sweater. He’s on the shorter side. “Hm,” he says, and shrugs.

“And I guess I’m Chatterbox.” The woman laughs. “I’m in 104. The walls are really, really thin, we mostly just yell at each other. Nobody else around so it’s not like we’re bothering anyone.” 

You unlock 108 and find a small, musty-smelling room. There’s stiff, crusty carpet, a single bed with sheets that feel like packing paper, and a closet-sized bathroom. You put your backpack on the bedside table and add the Drift Inn to your map.

“So what are we calling you, stranger?” Chatterbox yells. She’s right, the walls are really thin. Four rooms down and you can still hear her fairly clearly. 

“Courier,” you say back. 

The wind picks up outside, growing from a whisper to a vicious howl. You peek through your curtains and find your footsteps in the snow have nearly been filled in already as more blows across the motel parking lot. You scan the row of cars parked out front apprehensively. The one you saw in the blizzard was an SUV, you think. Silver. Hard to make out in the haze and all the white. You don’t see it out there now. You’d like to tell yourself that those two things can’t possibly be related, but there’s a corpse behind the check-in desk, beaten so badly the face barely looked human.

You don’t want to think about it. You let the curtains fall back into place and sit on the edge of the bed. “Newbie, you’re from outside the Drift?” you ask. “What made you decide to come here?”

You hear him clear his throat nervously. “I’m doing market research, you could say. There’s a lot of interest in developing the Drift, getting it connected to the rest of the world. You guys are missing out on a lot of things. Phones are only local, right, so you can’t call Prismville from the University. And mail takes forever since you don’t really have a reliable delivery service. Uh. No offense, I mean.” 

“Didn’t some outsider company already try getting a foothold here a while back?” That sounds like Glasses. “Like a decade ago or something. Putting all those cables in the ground, then acting surprised when they got fucked up after a couple shifts.” 

“Ohhh, that’s right! They started growing skin and then they all slithered off,” Chatterbox says.

“Is that what those are?” you ask. “I’ve seen those before. They’re farm pests, mostly. They really like eggs.” 

“Mhm,” Shrug adds.

“Can I ask about that? What’s up with the eggs?” Newbie says. “Why are they everywhere? I keep seeing people eat them raw, shell and all.” 

Chatterbox laughs. “So those aren’t actually eggs.” 

“You’re pulling my leg.” 

“No, I mean, they look just like eggs, right? So we call them eggs.”

“Oh, so these get called by what they look like, huh?”

“Okay, look, there are different kinds of shifts, right? Depending on how things are intersecting, or if they’re intersecting at all, and sometimes—”

The wind shrieks and the windows shake in their frames. Snow drifts under your door, melting on the carpet. Through the space beneath the curtains, all you see is white. “It’s getting bad out there,” Glasses says quietly.

“I, ah, thought the Drift didn’t get snow?” Newbie asks.

“It doesn’t,” Chatterbox says. “Unless the Road Ripper’s around.” 

There’s a pause. You’re holding your breath. Glasses is the first one to speak up again, scoffing, “That shit’s an urban legend. Nobody could live out on the road that long.”

“Hm,” Shrug agrees. Or maybe disagrees. You’re not sure.

“What if he doesn’t, though? What if he does come into town sometimes, drifts in and out before anyone realizes who he is?” Chatterbox insists. “It’d be easy. He could slip out with some couriers and nobody’d know. Maybe he is a courier.”

There’s another, longer pause. “Wh—really?” you say, incredulous. “I’m not a serial killer.”

Chatterbox makes a thoughtful sound. “Well, a serial killer would probably say that.” 

���I was the last one here! How could I have killed somebody?” 

“Not saying you did it, just saying maybe you should leave first in the morning,” Glasses mutters. 

The idea of falling asleep here unnerves you, but your car won’t be warm enough. You consider shoving a chair under the door. It’s flimsy, certainly nothing that’ll deter somebody hellbent on killing on you—somebody with the kind of strength you saw—but you’ll hear it fall over at least. You take a quick shower and crawl into bed, too tired to care how stiff the mattress is. The others are loud but the wind drowns them out after a while and the conversation dies down.

Maybe you won’t sleep, you think. You’ll just lay here on your side, facing the door and the windows. Listening for footsteps in the snow, or a car pulling up.  Just a few hours, you think, checking the clock. A few hours until dawn, at least. Maybe the blizzard will have moved on by then. You try to keep yourself moving, shaking your foot or tapping your fingers. The room is frigid, the heat barely able to keep up with the cold air seeping under the door, but exhaustion is slowly gaining on you. It becomes a struggle to keep your eyes open.

“…I heard that’s a thing he does,” Chatterbox is saying, sounding muffled and far away. “He picks somebody and follows them around for a while, but he lets them go a few times before he actually kills them. And it’s not like he just leaves other people alone, but that’s kind of different. It’s like he’s whetting his appetite or something. Picks off other people so can hold himself back from whoever his main target is. Maybe it’s a mimic thing? Do you think he shapeshifts? I had a friend back at University who specialized in mimics, I think some of them do similar stuff…”

Your eyelids flutter. Just a few hours, you remind yourself. A few hours and then…

You can’t breathe. 

It’s dark, a deeper black than night in every direction, and you can’t breathe. There’s something—something around your neck. Squeezing too tight. Wanting to split you open, wanting to tear into the soft flesh of your throat. It wants to, yet it never does. But even when it lets you go, uncoiling slowly, slinking out of sight, your lungs are on fire. You heave and you choke and you try to scream but you can’t get any air, can’t breathe. You can’t remember how.

There’s something in this darkness with you. You can’t see it but you can hear it breathing in deep, echoing sighs. You can sense its vastness, the crushing weight of its attention. You’re trying to run but your legs are weak and sluggish, flailing, going nowhere. The air ripples and it’s here, above and all around you. Silent. Observing. Your neck throbs where it touched you, skin tender and throbbing with your heartbeat, and still you can’t breathe. 

There is a dark moon above you. It’s a misshapen pearl, a silvery stone with a hole punched through its center. It’s growing as it sinks from the sky. It’s bigger than you, bigger than your car, so close you think you could reach out and touch it.

It blinks.

You gasp and jolt awake. It must be morning. Weak light trickles under the curtains. You’re cold, but not as cold as you were last night. The stench of blood is thick and cloying. Your door is open, the chair you wedged under it knocked aside. 

You sit up slowly. The room is red. Every breath draws in the smell of rust and rot. There’s hardly a surface in the room that hasn’t been spattered in gore. The walls are glistening with it. There are dark red puddles hardening into the carpet. The bedspread is soaked through beside you because there is a body there, posed atop the sheets as though it climbed into bed with you. It doesn’t have a face, just a head so badly bludgeoned that it could be a split pomegranate, soft and gooey and oozing chunks of meat through cracks in its skull. 

It’s wearing a peacoat, gray wool spattered with blotchy red stains. 

You scramble out of bed, lunging for your shoes. The carpet is so saturated it squishes wetly under your steps. There’s another body curled up at the foot of the bed in the same unsightly condition, intact except for the gristly paste where a head should be. Blood and brain matter spill across the floor in a pinkish smear, bits of vertebrae poking through the taut, torn flesh of the neck. Newbie’s tie is half-submerged in the slurry, tightened into an uncomfortably small knot.

The third corpse is propped up against the door, seated with its back against it. You shove it aside. You try not to look. But you see red, you see a scalp split apart and a broken shell of skull fragments underneath, little white slivers floating in a soupy clot. A gush of thick, partially coagulated fluid spurts out when it thunks against the ground in your haste to leave, dislodging the sunglasses folded neatly in its lap. 

The morning air is crisp. It’s just cold enough that some of the snow has stayed, the shallow layer left revealing the spotted prints of snowboots, a trail of blood, and smooth drag marks. Every door is wide open, a mess of red slush inside. The gruesome trail wanders out of your room and then rounds the corner, vanishing into a section of the parking lot you never thought to check. Nothing is parked there now but you still feel nauseous with fear.

Strangely, 107’s snow is clean. You notice as you’re leaving, starting your car, headlights flashing into the open rooms. Everything else is slick and splattered, dark red puddles frozen to the bed, except 107—the room right next to yours. The footprints, you notice, come out of that room clean. They go only in one direction; only leaving. 

You try desperately to remember Shrug’s face but you never saw it. He was careful, keeping his head angled down and his gaze lowered. Maybe it’s just hindsight, fear coloring your memories, but thinking back, you thought he might’ve had a small smile on his face when you looked at him.

(next)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Marry Me, Today And Every Day - Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Title: Marry Me, Today And Every Day

Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,080

Warnings: Nervousness, and almost burning an apartment down

Peter shifted nervously in his seat, Tony staring at the young man expectedly.

"What did you want to ask me, Underoos?" Tony asked and Peter gulped.

Peter wants to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Y/N. Who happened to be Tony Stark's eldest daughter. Peter and Y/N had been dating for the past eleven years. They had started dating when they were both sixteen, having originally met at Midtown High. Their relationship went long-distance; when Y/N went to MIT while Peter attended Empire State University. Peter loved Y/N so much, and Y/N him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but there was a problem: he had to get Iron Man's blessing.

"I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage." Peter blurted out.

Tony blinked. "You're twenty-six, Peter," he said, looking up from his phone. "That's a little young to be thinking about getting married."

Peter shrugged. "We've been together since we were sixteen. We know each other inside and out. I think it would be great for us to be husband and wife. Besides, we both have jobs, and we have my apartment, so we can support ourselves."

"Are you sure that's what you want? You'll never hurt my little girl?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was taking this rather well, Peter noted.

"No! No, I'm positive!" Peter insisted. "Y/N is amazing. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's perfect for me. I don't want anyone else."

Tony sighed and stood up, walking over to Peter. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Then you have my blessing." Tony smiled warmly at Peter.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said, smiling back.

🕷🕷🕷

Biting his lip, Peter knocked on Y/N's apartment door. Holding the flowers in his hands, he made sure to take deep breaths. He was surprising his girlfriend, planning on proposing to her.

The door opened slowly, revealing Y/N. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Peter.

"Peter!" she exclaimed in surprise, a smile crossing her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door wider to let the young Spiderman in.

Peter toed off his shoes and tugged off his coat. "I thought I'd surprise you." He spoke simply.

Y/N shook her head, eyes falling to the flowers in Peter's hand.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "These are gorgeous."

Peter smiled at her, kissing her cheek. "I brought you these."

She took them, holding one of the roses in her hands. Peter smiled adoringly at her. He had missed her for the two months she was away. But, he only has to wait a couple more months, and Y/n can come back home to New York. Back home to him.

"Do you like them?" Peter asked.

Y/N nodded. "They're beautiful."

Peter smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N whispered, nuzzling her nose with his.

"So, do you wanna go somewhere special tonight? Or should we stay in?" Peter asked softly, eyes closed, relishing the moment.

Y/N looked at him curiously. "Why don't we stay in? We haven't seen each other in so long."

Peter's heart skipped a beat. That sounded wonderful to him. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Y/N kissed his cheek, then took his hand. "Let's go."

Peter followed her into their bedroom. They laid down on the bed, cuddling up close to each other, a movie playing softly in the background.

"You smell nice," Peter commented, inhaling her scent.

"Thanks," Y/N replied with a laugh, kissing his neck.

Peter smiled goofly. "You're welcome."

They lay there, talking quietly until they fell asleep.

He'd definitely ask her tomorrow.

🕷🕷🕷

Peter woke up early, feeling refreshed. It was a Saturday morning, and he was just finishing breakfast. The roses he gave Y/N are in a vase on the counter. Peter was trying to cook his girlfriend a nice breakfast meal, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Good morning, Peter," Y/N greeted, surprised at the sight of Peter cooking in the kitchen, but nonetheless wrapping her arms around him, resting her head in between his shoulder blades.

"Hey, baby," Peter replied, turning around and kissing her forehead.

"How did you sleep?" Y/N asked, biting her lip, looking up at the secret Spider hero.

Peter shrugged. "Pretty good."

“Especially, when I was beside you!” Peter spoke, tickling Y/N’s side.

Y/N laughed, jumping away from his tickling fingers, ticking him back in revenge. Peter stumbled away, before gently grabbing Y/N by the waist and holding her close as they both calmed down.

"Did you have a dream?" Y/N asked, rubbing her fingers along his chest.

Peter frowned, remembering his dream. He hadn't had any dreams lately.

"Actually, I did," Peter spoke, clearing his throat.

Pulling out the small red velvet box from his back pocket, Peter dropped onto one knee. "Y/N Stark, will you marry me?"

Y/N stared at Peter, mouth agape. "Are you serious?" She asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Peter nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Yes, I am."

"Oh my God, yes!" Y/N squealed, dropping down and hugging Peter tightly. "I love you so much!"

Peter hugged her back, smiling. "I love you too, Y/N."

Y/N pulled back, wiping her eyes. "I am so happy."

"Me too, I am so happy you said 'yes'." Peter stood up, taking Y/N's hand.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes landed on the stove. "Peter! The pancakes!"

Peter's eyes widen and he quickly turns to the stove and moves the pan, turning the stove off in the process.

"Oh, come on. I wanted to make this breakfast perfect." Peter pouted, slouching his shoulder.

Y/N smiled, clutching his arm in both of hers. "It's fine, Peter, I know a place that makes some killer Spiderman-themed donuts." She spoke and Peter turned to her with a huge smile.

"Spiderman-themed?" He asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Yep! I get them sometimes when I’m missing a certain spiderling.” Y/N spoke, watching as Peter’s eyes lit up with pure love.

“You missed me?” He asked, voice in surprise, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"Of course, why wouldn’t I? Anyway, I think we deserve a good donut." Y/N grinned, pulling him closer.

"Sounds good to me," Peter said, kissing her.

[invisibleraven]

1 - coffee shop au for your most self-indulgent rare pair

"I've got a medium drip for Blaine!" Willie called, laying the drink on the counter. "And a grande nonfat mocha for Kurt!" He smiled at the very cute (and obviously together) guys that came up to fetch their drinks and Willie waved as they went off, hand in hand.

Looking at the clock though, Willie groaned. He knew he'd regret taking the double shift, but he had rent to pay and paints to buy, so the money was appreciated. He knew if he really wanted to he could ask Caleb for help, but he hadn't gotten that bad yet.

Maybe it was foolish, given Caleb was wealthy as Croesus, and more than happy to give his beloved foster song whatever he wanted. But he also was a self made man, and Willie wanted to prove he could do the same, make a mark for himself without it being because of Caleb's money or name.

Thus working at a coffee shop for shit hours while he got his Graphic Design degree, plus his Art minor. Maybe a useless degree to some, but he had already designed a few ads that kept his fridge stocked, and a job lined up for once he had his diploma next year. Giving him lots of time to work on his art, maybe even sell some of it.

All in all, Willie didn't have many complaints in his life.

Except perhaps that it didn't include any romance. Willie had been tragically single since he and Dante went kaput, and well seeing happy couples sit five feet away on dates and morning after drinks kind of stung.

Case in point, the super hot guys that just walked in. A blond in a pink hoodie with a honest to goodness fanny pack. The other with dark slicked back hair and in a leather jacket. They contrasted beautifully and the sappy looks they gave each other made Willie ache.

But he threw on his customer service smile, and greeted them. "Hey there, what can I get for you?"

"I'll have a large iced chai tea latte," the leather jacket wearing one said.

"Oat milk cappuccino please," the blond replied.

"Lex you know you'll be wired all night if you drink that now."

"Well Reginald, if I don't I'm gonna fall asleep at my drumset tonight. So caffiene me up."

"You guys in a band?" Willie asked, giving them their total.

"Yeah, Sunset Curve," Reginald said, shooting him finger guns. "Tell your friends!"

"We're playing the Satellite tonight," Lex said. "You should come check us out."

Willie's smile faded at that. "Aw man, if I didn't have to open tomorrow I totally would. I've heard of you guys, you're really good."

"Thanks, I'm Reggie by the way. This is Alex."

"Willie." Then he blushed as Alex shoved their change and a few extra bills into the tip jar.

"Well we go on at nine, so if you wanna come even just for an hour, we'd love to have you there," Alex said.

"I'll get them to set a ticket out for you if you want," Reggie offered.

"Why would you do that?" Willie asked. "You don't know me."

Reggie blushed and shrugged. "Always was a sucker for a pretty face, plus we always try to do right by our fans."

"You think I'm cute?" Willie asked with a smirk, sitting his chin on his palms. "Well neither of you are hard on the eyes either."

"T-thanks," Alex stuttered, turning the softest pink, rivalling his hoodie.

Sure Willie knew that they might only be complimenting him for a one night tumble with a third, but hey, he wouldn't exactly turn the chance down. It wasn't an epic romance, but it was more than he'd been offered lately.

Plus he didn't think he'd kick either of them outta bed given the chance.

"Ahem, your drinks are ready," Fuego called from down the counter, rolling his eyes at them.

Alex and Reggie both grinned, still flushed, and they took their drinks, but neither of them rushed to leave, almost reluctant to say goodbye to Willie. But then Alex got a text that made his face screw up and he muttered that they had to get to sound check.

"I'll try to make it tonight," he promised.

"Hope you do!" Reggie exclaimed.

"See you tonight Willie!" Alex called, yanking Reggie out and into the street, Willie watching them go.

He got back to work, restocking and cleaning between each lull, wondering if he could squeeze in a nap after work. Only then, firtune smiled on him and Mabel came in, asking if he would switch shifts with her tomorrow, meaning he would work the closing shift, letting him stay out late, and even sleep in the next day.

He was pretty quick to agree to the change, and took his share of the tips before flying home. He found he was too amped for a nap, but he managed to wash the worst of the coffee stink off himself and picked out his cutest crop top and snazziest socks.

And given the hungry, predatory looks that Alex and Reggie gave him as they spotted him from the stage? Well he figured he chose well.

And the next morning, when they woke him up with kisses and coffee from his cupboards? He knew he did.

[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 12: we don't talk anymore

that evening, rina bid farewell to hao without discussing the confrontation she had with hyemi and haemin. she avoided contemplating the potential consequences of her actions, realizing that no positive outcome seemed likely. despite her certainty that she would never reveal confidential information to them, she remained on the fence about the possibility of cutting contact with him.

hao observed a shift in her demeanor that evening. it appeared as though her thoughts were elsewhere. whenever he attempted to approach her, she withdrew. each time he asked her about her well-being, she simply shrugged. she longed to confide in him, but with his packed schedule, she hesitated to burden him further. despite his numerous commitments, he chose to dedicate his free day to her, and she was reluctant to spoil it for him.

it had been three weeks since they had last seen each other. rina continued working at the store, while hao fulfilled his idol duties. they texted each other the mandatory good morning and good night, without any teasing or jokes like they usually did. it started with rina's texts getting dry as she had something else in mind, then it became intentional.

on hao's end, he interpreted it as her losing interest in the relationship. he blamed his idol schedule for keeping him away from her. no matter how many times he asked her what was wrong, she assured him that she was fine and everything was okay. he never believed her, but he left it alone.

as for haemin and hyemi, they were frustrated with the state of the two's relationship. they couldn't get any dirt on hao if rina wasn't seeing him. they left rina alone in hopes of her thinking they weren't keeping an eye on her, but they got nothing from it.

"rina," hao spoke through the phone. he gave rina a call while she walked home from work.

"hi hao, what are you doing tonight?"

"nothing, you?"

"nothing."

the line was silent for a moment. "great, i'll come to your apartment."

"no!" rina responded a little too fast.

hao tried to mask the lump in his throat with a sly comment, "you got a guy over, or what?"

"hao, don't you have your comeback showcase tomorrow? you should rest well."

"rina, seriously what is wrong? did i do something bad? please tell me so i can fix it." he sounded devastated.

"you didn't do anything wrong. i'll explain it to you, but i don't think now is the right time. you shouldn't be stressed." rina's heart ached for him. she didn't know that he blamed himself for her actions.

"be honest with me. just because i'm an idol doesn't mean any conflict in my life will make my head explode. stop treating me different." hao struggled to not raise his voice.

rina stayed quiet for a while. this is exactly what she didn't want.

"we can't see each other in person for now, we have to be careful."

"why? did someone figure us out?"

"it's haemin and her friend, and they threatened to expose us if i don't give her information. i didn't want to tell you because i thought i should just handle it myself."

"how would you even handle it yourself? why wouldn't you just tell me this in the first place?"

the thing is, rina could ask herself that same question. if there's one thing she hated the most in life, it was conflict. the moment haemin and hyemi brought conflict to their relationship, she felt like it was over. she couldn't handle the anxiety of maintaining a relationship with a popular idol, especially now when there is people close to her trying to take them down.

"i don't want you to have problems, that's all," her voice just above a whisper.

"were you going to break up with me?"

rina didn't want to answer that question, it was quite obvious she was pulling away to soften the blow, she just didn't want to admit it. admitting it would make her come to terms with the fact that she was never ready for this relationship in the first place. she would also have to admit that she is not always rational.

"i guess i'll take your silence as a yes." and with that, he hung up on her.

[mlmxreader]

Drunk, Stupid and Just Plain Reckless | Holland March x gn!reader

@risingtripletaurus asked: a request has been delivered to mlmxreader from risingtripletaurs ✉️

hello! here to request a fic for darling holland march w these prompts for gnl!reader, if thats okay!

•“I don’t deserve you, at all”

•“Please stop picking fights with people who can kick your ass”

•“Are you drunk? Or just stupid?”

sorry, idk if more info was needed, but possibly a bar fight or along those lines!

summary: Holland can only think of one place he can go when he gets into a bar fight, and thankfully, the one person who loves him more than anything is right there.

tws: alcohol consumption, smoking, swearing, bruising/mild injury

Getting hurt wasn't exactly something that Holland wasn't used to, in fact, he hadn't really stopped getting his ass handed to him time and time again, and even tonight, as he sat on the patio steps waiting for you to unlock the door, he couldn't exactly say that anyone had been surprised that he was covered in bruises and little cuts; his car was still at the bar, though, and he would need to get up early to go and get it so that he could take Holly to school in the morning. He stopped thinking about the car when the door finally unlocked, though, and he smiled as he met your gaze.

"Hi."

"Get inside," you huffed, shaking your head and heading to the kitchen. You turned the light on, and let Holland sit up on the counter while you grabbed yourself a cup of coffee. "What the fuck have you been doing?"

Holland bit at the inside of his lip for a second, then cleared his throat as he dared to explain, "well, I was at the bar. And I was drinking a little bit! Just a little bit! And this guy, this fucking giant monster of a fucking guy, came up to me and started asking some weird shit, so I freaked out and I punched him, and then he... he kicked my ass. A little bit."

You sighed, closing your eyes and hanging your head for a moment before you took a swig of coffee and shook your head again. "Jesus Christ, Holland. How many times have I asked you to please stop picking fights with people who can kick your ass? How many times?"

He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag. "A few more."

"Fucking Hell," you grumbled, standing between his legs and pressing your forehead against him, smiling a little when he draped an arm over you. "You're an idiot."

"Can you do me a favour?" He asked. "Would you take Holly to school in the morning?"

You scoffed, pulling away a little, just enough to look up into those big blue eyes. "Are you drunk? Or just stupid?"

"What?"

"Holland, I'm doing an early shift tomorrow," you reminded. "I told you this yesterday."

"Shit..." Holland sighed, licking his lips and shaking his head. "What do we do?"

"I'll get Healy to do it," you told him, putting your arm around him and smiling a little when he dragged himself forward a bit, just enough so that he could wrap his legs around you and keep you close.

It was quiet for a moment, just you and Holland and the quietness of your home; he took a drag from his cigarette and ashed it in the sink. It was just you and Holland. Even if he had gotten busted and broken at the bar, that didn't matter right now; all that did was the fact that he was with you. Holly was next door, staying over with the neighbours after their son had asked if she wanted to play, and the neighbours had said that, since you were only next door, she could stay the night; if she wanted to come back at any point, all she had to do was walk for twenty seconds. She was safe and she was sound. Holland... was at least conscious.

"I don't deserve you, at all," he mumbled suddenly. "I mean, shit, you look after Holly like she's your own. You look after me, constantly... I don't deserve you."

"Maybe you don't," you replied, "but it doesn't matter. I... fuck, Holland, I love you and I... as far as I'm concerned, Holly is my own, y'know? We might not share blood, but she's my kid."

Holland smiled as he nodded; he knew that for some, it was difficult to be a parent to their partner's child, but for you, it had been like an otter to water. Unsure and clumsy to begin with, but soon enough it was natural; you even arranged it so that, legally, you were Holly's parent as well - Holland was meant to do it, but he had gotten drunk and was hungover the next day, insisting that he would sign the papers but he wouldn't go to the courthouse. At least he did sign them, though, quite happily.

Marriage was off the table, you both knew that, as Holland wasn't quite ready to remarry just yet, and you weren't sure you were ready or even wanted it; you were perfectly happy and content to just date, and as you stood there between his legs and hugging him closely, you couldn't help but to grin from ear to ear. Even for all the stupid things he had done, you did adore him more than anything. You knew he would do anything for you, too, you knew that he was just as devoted to you and that he adored you just as much. He was just an idiot.

He was just drunk, stupid and just plain reckless... but you did love him.

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[gemstone-roses]

hhhh I wrote out a to do list of all the things I need to get done or check up on in all areas of my life and it's literally as long as my forearm. So I feel tight chested yada yada and I may LOOK relaxed on the outside but on the inside I'm yelling at myself to just move and get shit done and I feel so overwhelmed and I just wanna... run away. I guess for me, running away looks like sitting and staring into space, and that's what I'd tell Eddie if he asked if I was okay. Some comfort, please?👀😭

yep yep I love this your always dropping in with an idea when i need it aah ( although don't love your so stressed please take care omg)

I am SO sorry this took so long forgive me ajsksksks

Warnings: overworking, fluff. 18 plus please minors be gone!

"hey" eddie gets no response, he's not seen you all day

"hey"

you feel a squeeze on your shoulder

"darliiing" he singsong

You sigh, the knot in your chest having gotten worse since you stopped your task

"hey eds"

His voice brings you back from your daydream, staring up at his wall filled with black sabbath, your commiting each detail of the figure to memory, like you'll explode or something if you don't

"you okay?" He asks full of concern

"mhm" you say absentmindedly

Eddie knows, he knows your not he was giving you a chance to tell him what was going on.

he sees your to do list stuffed at the back of your desk, crumpled corners and scribbles. It's a long list.

"hey, look at me" he speaks low

You lean your head back off your chair to look at him

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, smirking, causing a small, only small, barley there ghost of a smile across your face.

"you, need.a.break" eddie taps your nose playfully. Grinning down at you, but his stare is intense, concerned and serious.

"I've had a break! That's why I was staring at your poster!" It sounds ridiculous even as the words leave your mouth

Eddie knows your habits, it took him all of one afternoon to pick up on most of your routines and little things you do.

He can tell your on autopilot and Eddie knows your not stopping until every single thing on that list you wrote at stupid o clock in the morning is crossed off.

"That's a long list sweetheart" eddie kisses the top of your forehead, lingering

"I gotta get it done but-

"how long have you been staring at my wall darlin?"

"not that long!" You said as if convincing yourself it really hadn't been that long

Eddie doesent say anything but you can feel his body language shift.

Eddie puts his arm on both sides of the chair, spinning it round.

"come here" eddie pulls your arms, you follow his lead and stand up, eddie instantly pulls you into him.

smoke and weed and sweat and cologne. You breathe him in like his literal presence allows you to breathe freely again.

He holds you tight, squeezing the tension out your body.

"you know, you've done quite a bit today" he says, to reassure you, because he knows you'll feel like you've failed until its done.

"but I've still got so much to do!" You sigh, eddie sucks in his lip.

"what?" You ask

"Hang on" he grins, eddie let's go of you, makes his way to your desk.

"what are you doing?" you ask as eddie hunches over your desk.

"aha" he says, producing your to do list post it.

Eddie's barley legible scrawl at the bottom , Eddie's got the biggest smirk on his face while he watches your eyes scan the page.

-buy popcorn

-go to video store

-pick out horror movie

-bribe Steve into giving discount

- put on Eddie's hellfire shirt (the black one)

-cuddle.

You look up from the note, smiling.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, waiting.

you turn to look one more time at the absolute mess on your desk.

"I can make another to do tomorrow" you said.

"only if its half the size as today's" eddie says, and you can tell he's not joking.

Eddie grabs his jacket, slings his arm around you.

"so, what genre of horror are we thinking tonight darlin? Eddie keeps his arm around you as you make your way to his van.

"slasher?" You ask, and Eddie's face indicates he was thinking the same thing.

"great minds darlin" he winks.

You feel the tension finally, slowly , melting away.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Patience is a Virtue

Written for @yourwinchesterbros for missing edging on your kinkfest request. This has been in my drafts forever.

Can be read as a The Reaper and The Death Angel one-shot or as a standalone.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, consent and kink negotiation, smut (female masturbation, spanking, edging, fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, aftercare.)

2.2K words

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Jax teaches you a lesson about waiting

"I'm going to miss you tonight."

You smiled, "it's only night shift Jax, one Club party without me isn't going to kill you."

He smirked, "it might, you can die of boredom you know. My brain's going to fall out of my ears, my heart's going to stop from having nothing to keep me entertained. My…"

You kissed him, "ok, enough. I'll be having my main meal at two, I'm sure the party will be done by then, you can stop by and eat with me."

He smiled, "I'd like that darin." He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft against yours, "I don't know why you need to keep going on night shift. I thought work was slowing down?"

You shook your head, "it's the usual Jax, the state wants a certain number of cases done and the more we do the more they want."

He sighed, "I'm sorry darlin, I'll bring you some of flan from he cafe if you like."

You smiled, "I'd like that. See you at two yeah?"

He nodded and kissed you again, "yeah."

Jax was there right on two, flan in hand and his Teller smirk on his face. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, his hands holding your head as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks, "dinner?"

You smiled, "yes please, it's been a long night." You sat down on your office couch, Jax sitting next to you, "how was the party?" He gave you a look, "oh no, what?"

"We have to go on a run tomorrow, we're leaving mid afternoon."

You sighed, "another one? Can't they pull someone else?"

Jax shook his head, "nope, we'll be back in three days."

You smiled, "does that mean you're going to have to touch your own dick instead of me doing it for you?"

He gasped in fake offence, "you don't think I can hold off, I thought you were the one who insisted I call you before I go to bed so we can say good night."

"Well yes, but you're the one who always brings up what I'm wearing."

He smiled, "I just want to know that you're comfortable, I can't have my woman not getting a good night's rest."

You shook your head, "sure Teller. Are you saying I can't wait?"

He nodded, "yep."

You pressed your lips together in thought, "well then, I guess we'll see. I will hold off for however many days you think I need to so I can prove I can wait. You can touch yourself, we both know that you can't keep it together."

Jax stuck out his hand, "you're on."

****

Jax was gone for five days, not three. You talked every morning and every night. Jax was merciful and kept the conversation PG, only asking if you were being good and you could hear his smirk across the line. When he got home, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you long and slow, normally he would have you bent over the bed the moment everyone was asleep but tonight all he did was hold you.

"This must be rough on you too."

He nuzzled your hair, "it is, even more of a reason for you to give in."

You chuckled and stroked his face, "never, I told you I could wait and I will. The balls in your court Teller."

He hugged your tighter, "we'll see if you feel that way in the morning."

You woke up in Jax's arms, his face pressed to your hair, "good morning beloved."

He smiled and sniffed then ran his hands up and down your arms, "good morning darlin, did you sleep well?"

You nodded, "I always sleep well when you're with me."

He threw off the covers, kissing you one last time before heading to the bathroom. You watched him go, since you started buying Jax tight black boxers, it was all he wore. "See something you like?"

You smiled, "maybe, I can appreciate a nice ass."

He chuckled, "well, unless you cave, that's all you're going to be doing."

You shook your head, "I keep telling you, I can wait."

****

You lasted four more days before you broke. It was Sunday afternoon, Jax was out on Club business and you knew you'd have a few hours before he got home. All you needed was one, it's not like Jax would find out, he was intent on making you beg. You shut your bedroom door and lay on the bed. Your thoughts drifted to Jax as your hand slid down your body, this wasn't meant to be an indulgence, there was no fan fair, you were going to get off and be done with it. 

You could almost feel Jax's hands on you as you circled your clit with your index finger, "what do you think you're doing little girl?" 

Oh shit, you yanked your hand away from your body, "what does it look like?"

He swaggered over to you, "it looks like you're touching yourself without my permission."

You huffed and swung your legs over the bed, walking over to him, "you were taking to long."

He smiled, "so you can't wait." 

You sighed, "maybe not, I missed you."

Jax pecked you, "were you thinking about me?"

You ran your hand down his chest, "of course I was."

He chuckled, "get naked, you're going to have to make this up to me." he stomped over to the bed and sat down, patting his legs, "over my knee." You huffed, "because spanking me has always worked." He licked his lips, "I know what it does to you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would be doing something very different."

You stripped off, taking your time while making eye contact, "don't you think I know what you're doing? Get to it darlin." You stripped off the rest of your clothes in a rush then dropped yourself over his knees, "count." The hits came hard and fast, "how many was that? Don't make me start again."

You gathered yourself, "three."

His hand rubbed your hot skin, "good girl." You could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

The rest of the hits were just as hard, Jax pausing to rub your hot skin while he waited for you to count, "have you learnt your lesson now?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, have I?"

Jax tutted, "get on your knees."

You smiled, "make me."

He grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you up then planted you on the ground, "don't make me spank you again." His hands moving to hold your face.

You smiled, "I'd much rather suck your dick." He smirked, still fully dressed as he unzipped his jeans and pull them down just enough to get his cock out.

His hands moved to your arms and then he was lifting your hands to his hips, "tap if you need a break."

You nodded "yep." He stroked his cock with one hand and your cheek with the other.

"Get to it little girl." You took one hand off his hip and lifted it to his cocked, stroking the base as you wrapped your lips around the head. 

"Fuck, just like that." You slid your mouth over more of him, Jax's head dropping back in pleasure, his hands lovingly rubbed your face. You pulled backed and kitten licked the head and Jax grunted, his hand tightening in your hair and spoke low and almost harsh, "don't tease."

You kissed his thigh and looked up and him through your eyelashes, "sorry my love." 

You kissed the head of his cock one last time before sucking it into your mouth and swallowing him down like an icy pop. Jax gasped, his hips starting to move in their own as you sucked him deeper into your mouth. Your hand left the base of his cock to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm while Jax grunted. He tapped your cheek to let you know he was about to cum and you moaned around him in permission. 

He tapped your cheek one last time before you felt something warm and salty hit your tongue, "fuck, fuck, fuck, my good girl." He bent over at the waist and rubbed your back then stepped back away from you. "Get on the bed." You scrambled up and got comfortable, Jax made no room to get naked, rather, he pulled up his pants and shed his shirt. 

Your eyes raked his bare chest, Jax smirking as they landed on his face, "you see something you like?"

You nodded, "everyday."

He shook his head, "you've been good for me so far so I'm going to let you cum tonight, but when and how many times is up to me so you better behave." Jax climbed on top of you and nuzzled into your neck, his teeth coming out to nibble your skin. 

You brought your hand up and placed it on his shoulder blade, the muscles ripping under your touch as he kissed down your body and to your core. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and kissed your inner thigh, running his thumb up and down the crease of your legs before spreading your open and sucking your clit into his mouth. 

You moaned and Jax chuckled against your skin, you felt two of his fingers circle our entrance and then he was sliding them inside you, pressing your G-spot in a steady stroke. It didn't take you long, between what you were doing before Jax got home, the spanking and sucking his dick, you were right on the edge in a matter of seconds.

But before you could topple into bliss, Jax stopped. You didn't react, you knew this was coming and Jax smiled, lifting his head briefly to speak praise at you, "good girl, if you keep this up, you'll be cumming before you know it." You shifted and settled into the bed as his head dropped back to your skin.

It took a handful of licks or you to be arching off the bed but Jax stopped again, moving to bite your thigh while he replaced his lips with his thumb. He kissed your thighs until you were at the edge again then paused the fingers that were inside you, pulling back the sensations just enough to pull you back from the edge. 

"Jax please, I need more."

Jax chuckled, "oh, I know. You'll get it when I say you can."

You grunted in frustration and his teeth smarted at your hip, "careful, don't give me a reason to leave you hanging."

You whimpered, "I'll be good, please."

He smiled, "I know darlin, you're always good for me." 

He started moving his fingers again, faster this time as his thumb found your clit and his lips kissed everywhere they could each. Each time you reached the peak, he slowed down. You wove your hands into his hair and he turned his head to kiss your forearm, "I know, I know how hard you're trying, just a bit longer little girl."

You inhaled, "thank you."

Jax smiled, "you don't need to thank me, just lay back and enjoy yourself."

You let the tension fall from your muscles as his mouth returned to your skin, with one last lick, Jax pressed your hips down to the bed with his forearm as you came so hard you saw white. You felt him kiss up your body, then there was something hard and hot pressing to your entrance, "you want this little girl?"

You gasped, "please, please I need you."

Jax chuckled, "no need to beg." You have no idea when he got naked but you were very happy about it. 

He rested his weight on his arm as he slid inside you, the other hand coming to run your clit. You let out a pained whimper and he kissed you softly, "I know, I can feel you shaking around me." His voice was tight, you could tell he was holding back. His hips started slow, pushing past the sensitivity from your previous orgasm. "Fuck you're tight."

You giggled, "is that a problem?" He kissed your again, harder this time. 

"No, but I have a reputation to uphold and you're going to ruin it."

You kissed his neck, "I'm not going to tell anyone."

Jax smiled, "you are really something, can you give me one more?"

You nodded, "I think so."

Jax chuckled, "well I know so." His hips moved like rolling waves as two of his fingers rubbed your clit, his warmth seeping into your body. Between his cock and how his body felt encompassing yours, you were coming again before could warn him. 

Jax grunted like you had shot him as the contraction of your core pushed him over the edge. Then he was dropping on top of you as his hips moved of their own volition, ringing every ounce of pleasure from you. It took a while for him to gather himself and roll off you, his lips never leaving yours as he pulled you into his arms. 

"You good?"

You nodded, "I will be when I can feel my limbs. Was this your plan all along?"

He smirked, "my smart girl. It was, why do you think I kept finding a reason to take my shirt off."

You giggled, "I love you."

He kissed your forehead, "I love you too darlin, now let me get something to clean you up then I'm going to run you a bath." 

Fin

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

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"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.

[axton-celestia]

Diluc- The First Night

All in-game character lines credited to Hoyoverse.

After assisting Diluc’s escapades as the “Dark Knight Hero”, you are confronted by Kaeya in the Angel’s Share, who clearly knows everything. After he leaves… That is when your night really begins.

After the interaction with Kaeya, you couldn’t help but suspect he already knew Diluc was the Dark Knight Hero, but just wanted to be “Kaeya” about it. You smirked to yourself. He just really couldn’t help being himself. It was one of things you enjoyed about him. Bringing yourself back to reality, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the handsome ginger behind the bar.

“What was that about?” Asked Paimon. “Don’t mind him,” Diluc replied. “Thank you for all your help with this matter. This is a token of my gratitude.” He handed over a heavy purse of mora. Paimon’s eyes glittered with the gold and she clapped excitedly. “Woooow! Thanks Master Diluc!” She exclaimed. “Thank you, Master Diluc. This wasn’t necessary,” you added. “Just Diluc is fine,” he replied, ignoring the portion about the mora. He was wealthy beyond measure. This was nothing but a drop in the bucket for a man like him. He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest. “I’m in the habit of working alone, but I did enjoy having your assistance this time. In the future, if there’s anything you ever need, you can come to me for help.” He met your [E/C] eyes with his vibrant crimson. You felt something stir within you. It was the same intense feeling you got every time you saw or were with Kaeya. Desire.

You nodded your head. “Perhaps after you are done with your shift tonight, you’d join me for a glass of grape juice?” Diluc’s stoic nature crumbled and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You haven’t had enough for one night?” He asked. You shook your head. “I’m just getting started,” you smirked. The corner of his lips twitched as he searched your  gaze. “Hmmm, very well. I suppose I can make an exception this evening for you. After all, you did help me a great deal.” An excitement rose within you. “Meet me at the manor at Dawn Winery at two.” “Two in the morning!?” Paimon exclaimed. “Oh, Paimon is too tired for that, [Y/N]! Paimon is going back to her bed at the Favonius Headquarters. You better bring Paimon back some grape juice!” She stamped her little foot in the air. You laughed. “Sure thing, Paimon. Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You gave her a smile and wave. “See you tomorrow Master Diluc and [Y/N]!”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight. You decided to order yourself a cocktail and chat with Diluc and some of the other Dawn Winery patrons til the bar closed at one. Diluc still had to clean up before heading home. You offered to help, but he insisted that was unnecessary. He let you sit at the bar as you watched him clean. “You could have run ahead,” he said as he mopped the floor behind the bar. “I don't think showing up at your home at two in the morning, alone,  really gives off the best impression,” you replied. He glanced up at you. “Hmmm, I suppose not.” He finished mopping the floors and put the equipment away. Standing up straight, Diluc wiped the sweat from his brow, brushing his bangs aside. He was as gorgeous as Kaeya was, but in a different, more rugged way. “Are you ready to go, [Y/N]?” You rose from your barstool. “Lead the way,” you replied.

As you made your way to Dawn Winery, you and Diluc had plenty of time to chat. He asked a great deal about your adventures, but avoided anything that had directly to do with talking about the Knights. You thanked him again for covering for you and Venti the first time you’d met. He shook his head. “It was nothing. And the results since have proved to be far more interesting than I would have imagined.” You figured he was referring to your involvement together during the whole Abyss Order threat. “I’ve heard that you had amazing combat skills, but to be able to see that for myself was… impressive.” He looked down at you with a slight smile. “You’re quite skilled yourself,” he responded. The way you handled things in that Abyss Order lair was unparalleled.” You blushed, grateful it was dark so that he couldn’t see it.

“I’m not so sure about that,” you countered. “I still have a long way to go.” “We all do in our own way,” Diluc said. You looked up at him. He met your eyes in the darkness. “You saved Mondstadt where no one else could and continue to do both in the shadows and the light. That’s an achievement to be proud of, regardless of how you feel about your skill level.” Your blush deepened dramatically. He caught you off guard with such a sincere compliment. “I— thank you,” was all you could manage. “Anytime,” he replied.

As you continued to make our way toward the manor the sky darkened and the moon became shadowed by black clouds. You felt something hit your face. You paused and reached up to touch your cheek. It was a raindrop. Then another. And another. And another. Within seconds the rain truly began. “Of course,” Diluc grumbled. “Just our luck…” The rain was cold and quickly got worse. Soon it was pouring and you were still a ways off from the manor. Through the downpour, you could see the Statue of the Seven on the hill to your right. You both started running, hoping to get out of it as soon as possible. You were shivering terribly at this point. “Are you alright?” Diluc asked. “M-maybe we should f-f-forgo the grape juice and stick with t-t-t-tea tonight,” you said jokingly. He smirked and pulled off his coat and wrapped it around you. “W-w-what about you?” You asked through chattering teeth. “You’re shaking so bad you can barely run anymore. I’ll be fine,” he stated simply. You nodded, too cold to argue. You pulled the soaked jacket around you and followed Diluc through the rain to the safe haven of his manor.

When you finally arrived you both appeared as if you had gone for a long swim in Cider Lake. It was late. Everyone had already gone to bed in their own homes and the fireplace but nothing but embers. You were shaking violently in your small dress and oversized jacket. Diluc looked at you worriedly. “We need to get you warm,” he said. “Follow me.” You started following the Dark Knight Hero up the stairs, but were shaking from the chill so badly that you tripped. Diluc caught you. “Are you alright?” He asked. You nodded, though that wasn’t the most convincing answer. Diluc searched your [E/C] eyes and then lifted you into his arms. Despite being soaked, his body was warm; as if sitting by the fireplace on a cold winter’s night. Your chattering, though, did not cease. You felt like the cold had seeped into your bones. Diluc brought you into what you quickly realized was his washroom. He sat you down on a chair and rushed over to turn on the water in the tub. You could see the steam pouring off the water. He turned on the fireplace and turned on a small lamp so that it wouldn’t be too bright. Once the fire was roaring, the entirety of the room was filled with the soft touch of firelight.

When the tub was full Diluc tested the water temperature and then returned to your side. He knelt down in front of you. You moved to hand him his waterlogged coat. He took it from you gently and placed it on the tile floor. “Can you take off your boots?” He asked softly. The shivering hadn’t subsided. You shook your head. There were tears in your eyes from being so cold. “I-I-I’m s-s-orry,” you chattered. “For getting caught in the rain?” He asked. You shook your head. “For c-c-caus-sing you all th-th-issss t-t-t-troub-b-ble,” you barely managed. “You have nothing to apologize for. Neither one of us could have predicted the weather or this possible outcome. I’m just glad you weren’t alone out there in that rain.” Diluc carefully removed your boots and picked you up again, carrying you to the tub. “W-What are you d-d-doing?” You stumbled. He set you down in the steaming water, dress and everything. He knelt down next to the tub. “Your nose is red and your hands are purple. I don’t think it’s the wisest to leave your side right now,” he said calmly. You didn’t reply. You sank deeper into the water, letting the warmth slowly seep back into the marrow of your bones.

Diluc watched you for a few minutes, watching the color return to your skin. He reached out a hand and touched your cheek. It was still cool to the touch, but no longer ice cold. “Are you starting to feel any better?” He asked, still a bit worried. You turned in the tub to face him. “I’m getting there. I… Thank you,” you replied, a bit embarrassed by the whole situation. You weren’t usually so easily embarrassed or flustered, but there you were, sitting fully clothed in the bathtub of the man you had intended to have a drink with, with him sitting on the floor beside you soaking wet. It was something you knew you would have to laugh about later. “Would you like a glass of that grape juice now?” He asked. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. He patiently waited for your reply, so he was clearly serious. You smiled. “Maybe that’s best kept to another night where we’re not sitting soaking wet in your washroom.” He had to laugh. The whole situation was ridiculous.

Diluc pushed himself to his feet and pulled off his own boots and grabbed yours, bringing them over to the fireplace to dry. Turned away from you he pulled off his black shirt and hung it to dry as well. Your breath caught in your throat. His rippling muscles were bathed in the soft fire light. You could see multiple large scars on his body, clearly from vicious fights long since passed. He dried his long red hair with a thick towel and then pulled it into a messy bun to remove it from his face. He finally turned toward you. The full extent of color had risen to your face. He approached you and kneeled down again. He touched your burning cheeks. They felt cold against your suddenly hot skin. “Are you too warm?” He asked, concerned. “Nothing like that,” you replied quietly. “Your hands are cold.” You reached to take the one from your cheeks and held it between your own. “You should warm up as well.”

Diluc shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll warm up just fine tonight.” “I don’t want you to get sick on my account,” you replied. A slight smile cracked his lips. “And what exactly would you have me do then, [Y/N]?” You gazed into his crimson eyes. “Join me. This tub is large enough to put Cider Lake in and the water is hot.” A blushed furiously raged across his cheeks, his face now matching his brilliant hair. “I’m in a dress,” you assured him. He thought for a moment and then conceded. “Very well.”

Diluc stepped into the warm water and sat across from you. He adjusted the temperature and made it warmer again, as the water had begun to cool. You watched him as he began to relax. “Feeling better?” You asked, it being your turn. “Mmmm, quite. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea.” You snorted and shook your head. Finally feeling a fair bit better, you pulled the flowers from your hair and removed your gloves. You dipped your hair below the water and washed the cold from it. Diluc watched you as you rose back to the surface, the water dripping from your [H/C] locks. “What is it?” You asked him. “Forgive me for being forward,” he began. “Perhaps it’s the warm water getting to my head, but you are quite… beautiful. Golden… like a sweet flower.” You bit your lip, holding back a broad smile. You looked him in the eyes. “Diluc…” You shifted and accidentally brushed his leg. You could see the shiver and heat course through his body and eyes.

“Do you want me to help you remove the collar of your dress?” He asked, his voice now more clearly husky. You nodded. “Come here.” He offered out his hand. You took it and he pulled you gently toward him and into his lap. He was close. “Turn around,” he said softly. You did. He let his hand graze carefully along your spine. A shiver went down it and you couldn’t help but gasp ever so slightly. He undid the clasp to your collar and let it fall. His hands glided along your shoulders and down your arms. You moved to look over your shoulder at him. He neared you until his nose could brush yours. You gazed into his eyes. You could see the heat of the water had passed undoubtedly to you both. You reached slightly and he pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm. They moved so naturally in sync with your own. When he pulled away he pulled you deep onto his lap. You could feel him twitch under you. Now the water wasn’t the only thing that burned hot. Diluc moved your hair over your left shoulder and began to massage your back. The feeling was so relaxing, but every touch burned like fire against your skin. You wanted him to touch you… everywhere.

You felt his nose brush along your neck before those warm lips pressed to your skin. Every touch was more sensitive than the last. He kissed you again. You breathed in deeply, knitting your brow. He kissed you again. You gripped his leg and whimpered. He kissed you again. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You shifted and turned around so that you straddled the ginger man. He placed his hands on your hips. You took in his broad muscular chest. You let your hands run over his scars. They wandered over his abdomen down to his Adonis belt that was deeply cut into his body. You let the pads of your  fingers trace along the lines slowly. He watched you with a small smile. You looked up at him, heat in your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you again. You kissed him back, deepening it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tight. He used his hands to grind you on his hips. You could feel him hardening beneath you. Diluc’s hands reached for the corset on the back of your dress, loosening them. He pulled away from your lips. You were breathing hard. “Do you want this?” He asked. “I want you,” you whispered back. He pulled the dress gently down over your breasts and hardened nipples, brushing them as he did so. You shivered under his touch, the tiniest gasp leaving your mouth. He moved his hands to your legs where they moved upward until they caught hold of your undergarments and pulled downward. You stood up and let him remove your clothing. He pulled you back down to his lap, capturing your lips in his once more. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Diluc let his hands wander over your body, massaging very part of it. He made sure to pay special attention to your breasts and nipples. Over and over he caressed them, always bringing his hands back there. His touch was so gentle, but so passionate and filled with fire. Even though you were in water, you could feel the wetness of your own body. You decided to let your own hands wander more and touched him beneath the belt on his bulging cock. He groaned against your lips. It seemed like he hadn’t been touched in a long time. You teased him through his pants before undoing the clasp and freeing him. He was huge. Large veins ran across his cock all the way to the tip which burned red. You met his eyes. He blushed slightly. “I apologize. It’s been a while since I’ve done any of this.” You pulled at his pants and grinned at him. “I have a feeling that won’t be entirely too much of a concern.” His blushed deeper. Diluc braced himself on the tub’s edge and let you remove them. Setting them aside, Diluc reached out and pulled you back into his lap, your heat brushing against his cock, which then lay against your stomach.

You became dizzy with desire. You reached and held his face with both hands and kissed him aggressively. He kissed you back just as passionately. Your breath was ragged. “I want you,” you begged him. “I want you too,” he whispered back. He lifted you so that you could seat yourself on his cock. You positioned your entrance over him and brought your hips down. You moaned out as you slowly filled yourself with him, adjusting to his size. You could feel your walls stretching to fit him as he bottomed out. “Are you okay?” He asked, clearly aware how big he was. You nodded. “You’re so big,” you moaned. He smiled a little, starting to bounce you up and down on his cock. You were so wet the water didn’t matter much. The heat of the water actually just stimulated you both more than anything. “You feel so good,” Diluc whispered, kissing your neck once again.

You stabilized yourself on his shoulders, using the leverage to help bounce yourself on his enormous cock. The veins felt incredible, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, causing you to moan with pleasure. Diluc held your hips tight, continuing to kiss your neck, your shoulders, anything he could reach. He made every effort to stimulate you in any and every way possible. You clenched down around him and moaned. He gasped at the feeling and immediately brought his lips back to yours. He was notably less vocal than Kaeya was, but felt just as good.

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock, grinding your clit against him. You could feel yourself drawing closer to your high. Your moans became more frequent and more desperate. “‘Luc…” you whimpered. Just as you hit your high, Diluc kissed you fiercely and lustfully. Diluc’s own body shook as your tight heat clenched around him and he cummed, a jet stream of hot white liquid pouring into your body. He grunted loudly. It took time for you both to calm down, the shocks rippling through you. He continued to kiss you softly. When he finally pulled away, he placed his forehead against yours, panting. “You were phenomenal,” he whispered against your lips. You kissed him very softly. “As were you,” you whispered back. He kissed you again, his hands entangling in your wet hair.

You pulled back after several minutes and rose from his body. You stepped out of the tub, Diluc following close behind. He grabbed a large fluffy towel, but kept it for himself. You arched a brow as you watched him. You hadn’t expected such a simple act to be so… sexy. You had never paid Kaeya much mind with such things. That needed to change. Diluc quickly dried himself and then motioned to you. “Come here,” he said quietly, before grabbing a fresh towel from the stack. You approached him and he knelt down in front of you. He used the towel to slowly dry your body, running the soft fabric over your skin. He would intermittently give your body kitten kisses as he worked his way down. Your nipples quickly hardened again, of which he took notice. You could already see his cock hardening between his legs again as well.

Diluc kissed back up your leg and paused at your heat. He nosed it gently and gave your clit a lick. You gasped and grabbed his hair. He reached back and pulled it from its bun and let his damp red locks fall around his bare shoulders. He gave you another few licks. You moaned and gripped his hair. “Diluc~” “I love it when you moan my name like that,” he whispered against your stomach. He couldn’t help but lick you there again a few more times, bringing forth another moan.

The man worked his way up your body until he reached your perky breasts. Diluc glanced up at you. You caressed his face and nodded for him to continue. He brought his lips to your extremely sensitive nipples and sucked on them gently. You whimpered at the feeling. You ran your hands through your partner’s hair and along his shoulders and back. He gave both sides plenty of equal attention. He already had your heat pulsating again.

You put your hand beneath Diluc’s chin and pulled him up to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tight as you kissed him passionately. He pulled away slightly and brought his lips to your ear. “Turn around,” he whispered, taking you gently in his arms and turning you. Diluc pressed against your backside, his cock resting on your ass. The feeling of his soft bare skin against yours was celestial. For how much he fought and worked, his hands were surprisingly soft. He kissed your neck and then pushed lightly on your back. “Lean over and spread your legs.” You did as he asked and held onto the edge of the tub. You could feel the man lining up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself in. You moaned as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix. Diluc leaned over you and kissed your back before starting to pump himself in and out of you. You gasped and gripped the tub edge. Every thrust he pulled himself almost all the way out and then pushed himself all the way back in. It was slow and deliberate. Diluc reached his fingers around and stimulated your clit with one hand, your nipples with the other. He changed his thrusting. Smaller and quicker. “Diluc…” you moaned.

Just as you were starting to edge your way toward your climax, the ginger pulled himself out of you completely. You whipped your head to look back at him. He was pumping himself. “D… Please don’t stop,” you begged him. “Don’t worry my darling sweet flower. We’re not done yet.” You stood up and approached him, reaching for his cock. Before you could touch him, he picked you up by the waist and set you on his hips, his cock filling you once more. He closed his eyes and moaned. You bounced ever so slightly on his big cock. “[Y/N]…” he groaned. He kissed you and then walked carefully from the washroom into his bedroom. With you, still sitting on his hips, completely filled with his cock, he managed to get onto his enormous bed and lay you down gently on the down pillows.

He stood on his knees and braced your raised hips with his large hands. He slid his hands along the underside of your legs and gazed down at you. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now,” he breathed. He started to pump again. You lay back and looked up at his toned body, taking the opportunity to stimulate yourself for him. You locked eyes with him. You pinched a nipple between your fingertips. His brow knitted together. “Don’t stop that,” he urged. You grinned and took a moment to enjoy the stunning view you had of him with that perfect expression.

He leaned over and gripped the headboard, pounding his big cock into you. You were nearly screaming with how deep and hard he was fucking you. “Diluc~” you moaned. “I’m close…” He released the headboard and placed his arms on either side of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and entangled your hands into his red mane. You pulled him in close and kissed him. He gently hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist. You moved your hips to meet his. The heat off his body was intoxicating. Closer and closer you came to your high, the heat building rapidly within you, the knot tightening. Suddenly the pressure was too much and the knot snapped. You nearly screamed as fire coursed through every muscle in your body. Diluc continued to pound himself into you through your high, prolonging it, and kept going thereafter.

You see him getting close. His brow knitted together and he grunted with every thrust. His crimson eyes were tight shut. You caressed his face as you continued to move your hips with his. His thrusts became ragged and uneven. You felt his whole body shutter, his face contort, and felt the hot white liquid spray against your walls. He opened his fiery eyes and gazed into yours, panting hard. You smiled softly and tucked his hair behind his ear. “How is it, even after all this, I still desire you?” He asked. You chuckled and brought his lips to yours.

Diluc rolled onto his back and pulled you to his chest. He lay back and gazed at the ceiling. “I… hope you enjoyed yourself tonight…” he said. You could hear the concern in his voice. You reached up and put a hand under his chin, turning his face to you. “I have never had my body cherished the way you did tonight. You were incredible in every way possible and I could have never asked for anything so romantic. You stimulated every inch of my body and made me cum multiple times. So, yes, I very much enjoyed myself,” you replied. Diluc shifted so that you lay on his shoulder and could cuddle close to his body. Although you couldn’t see it, a warm blush covered his cheeks. He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. “Good. Sleep my little sweet flower. Tomorrow I’ll bring you back to Mondstadt.” You snuggled up against his chest and lay your arm across his warm stomach. He took your hand in his and nuzzled you gently before falling fast asleep.