#I think I am hot as fuck in the business clothes I still own from my time as a Cog In The Machine(TM)

[tapucocoafgc]

Ah yes, I love when I actually get one important thing done but only because it's in the process of procrastinating on another important thing

[folkwhoredoll]

mutual frustrations - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: keeping your temper and hormones in control is neither yours nor your boyfriend's strength

word count: 1.6k

warnings/tags: smut! (f masturbation, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism), slight dom!bf rafe

a/n: hi everyone! thank you so so much for everyone's support on my recent works. i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!

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"What the hell is your problem, huh?"

Rafe had been frustrated all day. His dad had been yelling at him since early morning, Barry wouldn't stop calling him, and a brief fight with his sister for running off with her Pogue friends had pushed him to the edge. It didn't help that you had been snappy all day, either. It started with your short and sarcastic replies to his questions, and he grew tired of seeing your eyes roll and your deep sighs.

Truth be told, you weren't doing it on purpose. You were just craving his attention, and your frustration over his frequent disappearances to whatever business he had to attend to was carelessly reflected through your actions.

"Seriously! Where did this attitude come from?" he said, raising his voice slightly but not yelling.

"Well, I wouldn't have a problem if you just noticed me, Rafe!" You grumbled.

"Are you fucking joking? I have literally been talking to you, but you were the one who refused to answer me properly!" Rafe seethed.

"Oh, please. The first time that you acknowledged my presence was an hour ago. I have been here since morning!" You defended yourself, remembering how you initially went over to his place to bond with each other, but he was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he walked past you several times without realizing it.

Rafe inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "You know what? Whatever. I've had a long day and don't need any of this right now."

Your face was starting to feel hot as you felt your anger grow. Suddenly, his huge bedroom felt small as your chest tightened. "That's it? You're going to push me away again? What the fuck am I to you, Rafe? Do I even mean anything to you?"

"You're pulling this shit right now?" He growled, brows furrowing as he looked at you with darkened eyes. "If you mean nothing to me, I wouldn't even look at you."

Rafe started to walk closer to you slowly, cornering you until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed. His face lowered to your level, with a threatening look on his face.

"But guess what, princess? Here I am, still tolerating your goddamn bratty attitude." He said lowly.

You could feel his radiating anger, making you gulp as you think of whether or not you should still say something as words die at the back of your throat. Despite your own displeasure, your boyfriend's dangerous face made you gulp. And unsurprisingly, you liked it. You liked it so much that Rafe did not miss your subtle attempt to push your thighs together.

He chuckled darkly. "So that's your problem then, hm? You're fucking horny."

You felt your breath hitch, mouth open, as you quickly thought of an excuse. As expected, you came up with nothing, leading Rafe to shake his head in amusement.

"You could've just told me, baby. I'd drop anything to make you feel good." Upon hearing his words, your eyes lit up hopefully. You started to feel excited until Rafe walked beside you to sit on the bed, harshly pulling you towards him so you were entirely situated on his lap. "But you decided to act like a fucking brat instead, and I can't have that, can I?"

Your boyfriend hastily grabbed the back of your neck, pushing your face towards his to kiss you roughly before you could react. Rafe kissed you with passion, forcefully separating your lips with his tongue. You moaned against his lips, hips starting to grind against clothed crotch.

Unbeknownst to you, he was already plotting what he could do to punish you. And you only realized that after you felt his lips travel to your neck.

"More, Rafe. Please fuck me." You gasped upon feeling him slightly bite your skin.

"No." He replied bluntly, pulling away to meet your gaze with a smirk. "You really think I'm gonna fuck you after what you did?"

"W-what?" You asked, visibly confused.

"Oh, baby. You should've seen your punishment coming." He taunted, shifting your positions so that he was standing again and you were lying on the bed. "You won't be getting my dick tonight. If you wanna come, do it yourself."

Your mouth was open in shock as you processed his words, frustration building up again. "Are you kidding me? Fuck me."

"You're in no position to order me, darling. Make yourself come right now, or I'll extend your punishment for a week. We both know you can't go that long without my dick."

If you weren't horny, you would have slapped Rafe's smirk off of his face. But you were desperate; your hormones heightened after making out with him. You groaned, tilting your head back, figuring that making yourself cum without his cock is much better than not being able to cum at all.

"Go on, baby. Take off your clothes; I wanna watch."

Grunting, you briefly sat up to remove your clothes individually as Rafe stepped back to watch you. You kept eye contact with him as you took off your bra and underwear, smirking when you saw his eyes hungrily scan your hardening nipples down to your inner thighs.

 "You can touch me, Rafey." You attempted to persuade him with a sweet smile, but he knew better.

"Nice try, sweetheart. But you should know by now that that won't work for me. Now lay back and spread those legs."

You followed his instruction, positioning yourself so that you're laterally positioned on his bed. Rafe moved to his small couch across the room, observing your movements like a hawk.

"Like this?" You teased him, lifting your leg and spreading your thighs apart, giving him a perfect view of your plump breasts and wet slit.

Rafe could feel his cock growing harder and harder with each second. He wanted nothing more than to ruin you at that moment, your pussy tempting him to cum inside. But he prevented himself, knowing he had to let you know who was in control.

"Mhm. Now play with your tits. Don't stop until your nipples are hard." He said, watching as you slowly moved your hands up to massage your breasts. You moaned with each stroke, your thumb toying specifically with your nipples until they perk. "Good job, baby. Now remove one hand and touch your pussy. Don't insert a finger yet."

You followed again, one hand trailing down to your stomach until your fingertips touched your outer walls. You gasped loudly, turned on from your own wetness. "Rafey."

Rafe savored your moans, eyes not leaving your womanhood. "Spread your walls for me. I want to see that pretty cunt."

You obeyed, letting out a deep breath as you used two fingers to separate your walls, giving Rafe a fantastic view of your delicious cunt. "Want to come, Rafe? Please."

"You will. Just be patient, alright?" He cooed. "Insert one of your fingers."

You slowly push one finger into your pussy, having no difficulty in doing so because you're too soaked.

"Add another one. Go on, sweetheart. You know your spot." Rafe urged you, proud that you were doing so well for him. "Curl your fingers in. That's it."

"Fuck!" You screamed in sudden pleasure, letting Rafe know that you were able to find your G-spot. "Wish this were your fingers."

"I know, baby. I do, too, but you need to learn your lesson. Now make yourself come."

You whined upon hearing his words, pumping your fingers faster while continuing to massage your breasts. You were becoming desperate for a release, and Rafe's hungry smirk gave you enough motivation. If you couldn't have his dick, you would at least give him a proper show.

You were a moaning mess in front of him, and he loved every moment of it. Your continuous mumbles of his name increased his ego, knowing that you would never be able to satisfy yourself like he does.

The sound of your wetness as you fingered yourself was like music to his ears. And before he could think about what he was doing, he found himself in front of you, absentmindedly reaching forward to place his thumb on your clit.

"Oh!" You screamed upon contact, your hips slightly rising. Rafe couldn't avert his eyes from your pussy. He groaned at the sight of both of your fingers playing with your cunt, your walls visibly pulsating as you chased your own release.

"That's it. Be a good girl and come on my fingers."

"Yes, yes, yes." The exact words left your mouth as you felt your mind go blank, overwhelmed with nothing but pleasure. You continued to fuck yourself as Rafe toyed with your clit faster. "Fuck, Rafe. I'm going to cum."

"Go ahead, pretty girl. Give it to me." Rafe's cock was aching so much, and he felt like he was about to lose control. And he knew he did, when his mouth let out his most wanted thought. "Come for me. Come for me, and I'll give you my dick."

Hearing those words made something snap in you, making you release in an instant. You squirted around your fingers as he remained touching your clit, your thighs shaking from the orgasm that was taking over your body.

Rafe grunted at the scene. "Good job." He softly grabbed your fingers away from your pussy before wiping the sweat off of your forehead. "You did good, baby."

You were still catching your breath when you felt him kiss your forehead softly.

"Now I believe I owe you my cock?"

[izurou]

STOP TELEPHONING ME FT. BLUE LOCK MEN

features: shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, and when someone calls you during sex.

contains: female reader. pro! blue lock charas. penetrative sex. oral sex. fingering. semi public for reo and bachira. a creampie from sae. brief filming in shidou’s. she and her pronouns used. you or him are on the phone in all of them so yeah !!

note: these are so long for hcs i am so sorry about that

SHIDOU RYUSEI

one of the sweetest things about ryusei, is that his camera roll is filled to the brim with you.

countless rows of what seems like every image of you ever—screenshots of your instagram stories, all those pictures you’ve sent with the message do i look ok attached, and of course—the dozens of photos he’s snapped of you himself.

sweet indeed—although, he’s still him, and so this habit of his isn’t all innocent admiration and good intentions. he has zero hesitation when it comes to filming you during sex—it’s a nasty side effect of his little obsession and, even nastier, he prefers leaving that type of media on your phone; sweet videos of him with his cock stuffed inside you.

so when he’s doing just that—using your device to record himself fucking you from behind, and the words can i help you suddenly leave his mouth—your heart nearly stops. did he really just? with a reluctant glance over your shoulder, you find him holding your phone up to his ear, grinning. he did.

“ryusei! what the fuck? who’s—” you attempt to scold him through an aggressive whisper, but get cut off by your own gasp when he pushes down on the side of your head—forcing your cheek flat against the mattress. he rolls his hips forwards with a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but melt into the cotton sheets and moan when he does so—being effortlessly tamed by the thickness of his cock.

“oh? you sure you wanna talk to her? she’s a little busy right now,” he sneers into the receiver, grin tripling in both size and arrogance when he looks down and sees your face—scrunched up in pure ecstasy as you fist the fabric on either side of your head. yeah, busy being all fucking his.

nevertheless, he thinks it’d be rude of him to not transfer the call over—this person went through the effort of dialling your number, after all.

so he tucks your phone between his shoulder and his ear, and uses both hands to pull you upright—flush against his chest. with his left hand latching onto your throat, and his right now holding your phone a couple inches from your ear, he purrs, “it’s for you, babydoll. wanna say hi?”

there’s a beat of silence, and then you hear it, a voice seething with anger—one that belongs to none other than your ex boyfriend. shit.

you’re holding your breath now—hoping that if you can remain silent, he’ll give up on his attempt to reach you altogether. a decent plan—but not for someone who’s currently dating the world’s biggest instigator. “c’monnnn, at least tell him how good your boyfriend’s fuckin’ you.”

he hums in content as his left hand travels south—between your tits and eventually, onto your clit. he uses his middle finger to rub tight circles, and with his cock still pressing kisses to your sensitive spots, with his tongue dancing across your neck—a whine slips out from between your lips.

and your ex hangs up—spewing a few unsavoury comments about your boyfriend before doing so.

“awwww, we were just getting to the best part,” ryusei whines, but he doesn’t stay down for long. “get ready to cum for me baby, and don’t fuckin’ hold back. we’re gonna leave him a voicemail.”

MICHAEL KAISER

when it comes to you, michael is both equal parts selfish and selfless.

he’s great at sharing. everything from his clothing to his habits—routines he’s stuck with for years, changed, because he wants his luxe life to be something you can experience with him.

like tonight, for instance—where a past version of himself would have returned home from practice, and immediately gotten into a hot bath to loosen his sore muscles. present him is in fact relaxing in a hot bath after a rather shit practice, but present him also has a pretty girl to help him wind down.

and while your boyfriend has no problem sharing with you, hell would freeze over before he’d share you. you’re his, and though he seldom allows his possessive behaviour to control him—it seems to linger on his shoulders nonetheless, particularly after a bad day.

you’re doing your best to lift his spirits—bouncing on his cock, pressing needy kisses along his inked neck—when your phone starts buzzing against the tiled ledge surrounding the tub. he knows you’ve been expecting an important call, but he doesn’t want you to stop—he’s not going to let you stop. even so, he’d be a pretty bad boyfriend if he ignored the call altogether, so he’ll answer it himself—seeing as you’re preoccupied.

“hello?” his voice is smooth, nonchalant—a little too much so. you still your movements, watching expectantly as michael’s gaze shift to yours. he smiles before continuing, as if he’s softening the impending blow. “an interview? sure, let me pass you to her.”

his eyes darken ever so slightly as he holds your phone out, mouthing the words take it.

you obey your boyfriend’s command with a little too much confidence—bringing the device up to your ear and barely managing a hello of your own before michael has you cupping a hand over your mouth with a sharp thrust of his hips. he doesn’t stop there either—grabbing onto your waist tight, more or less holding you still as he begins fucking into you at a steady pace.

“uh, i-i’m,” your mind goes blank as the voice of your potential employer rings in your ears with a simple question—what does your availability look like? michael is eavesdropping of course, sucking feverishly at the delicate skin on your neck as he strains to hear the conversation.

“monday through friday my love, isn’t that right?” he purrs into your opposite ear—handing you the answer on a silver platter. he wants you to get at least one response out before he inevitably, but indirectly ends the call. maybe it’s his sour mood tainting his train of thought, but the future where you have a job—is one where you have less time for him, less time for this. he doesn’t want that. “because you’re all mine on the weekends, aren’t you? such a precious girl, letting me fuck you like this. i don’t know what i’d do without you, baby.”

the words drip from his mouth like honey, sweet and genuine. it’s times like these that prove how scary love is, because in the heat of the moment—you’re convinced that you don’t really want this job, that all you want is to be his.

the water sloshes against the walls of the bathtub as you crumble onto his shoulder with a whine—phone silent and blank as it sits uselessly in your hand. michael runs his palms up and down your back in an attempt to soothe the upset he just assisted in—cock jumping when you sit up and pout at him.

“you’ll definitely get the next one, my love. in the meantime, this can be your full time job,” he grins—smug, but not insincere in the slightest. “you’re already a perfect fit.”

MIKAGE REO

reo, prim and proper at first glance—the perfect textbook gentleman, is anything but.

he has the courteous mannerisms down to a tee, all charming smiles and soft touches as he opens the door to his luxurious car—holding out a hand to help you inside. once you’re seated, he’ll do an adorable little jog over to the driver’s side because—keeping a pretty girl waiting just isn’t right.

his chivalry ends there though, because a parking lot is the perfect place for you to suck him off, he thinks.

and oh, how absolutely perfect you are—leaned over the centre console with your tongue swirling around his tip. he can’t help but pant a little as he lets his head fall back against the seat.

but his euphoria is short lived, because the sound of your ringtone fills his vehicle almost as quickly as it kills the mood—bluetoothed and displaying a name on the dashboard’s touch screen. seishiro. reo figures he’s only calling you to ask about him, but it’s awfully late, and while he has no reason to distrust his best friend—he finds himself curious, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.

so, he taps his finger on the little green button.

“ynnn,” nagi’s voice emanates from the speakers—syllables drawn out and on the whinier side. you peer up at reo, and he’s looking down at you, eyes heavy with anticipation as he waits for a follow up. “are you with reo?”

your boyfriend visibly relaxes upon hearing that—and with his curiosity fed, he reaches forward to hang up, but—you swat his hand away.

“no, why? what’s up?” you hold eye contact with reo as you speak—ghosting your lips over his tip before licking up his shaft and taking him back into your mouth. you’re hoping that nagi will start to ramble, because if he does—reo will have to stay quiet, or at least attempt to.

and nagi happens to want an unreleased game, one that reo could pull a few strings and get his hands on if he wanted to—all things the voice on the other end is in the midst of explaining. he’s mere background noise though, because your attention is solely on reo and his cock.

you hold him near the base, using your hand to pump whatever your mouth can’t accommodate. reo shifts in his seat—biting down on the knuckle of his index finger as he goes one on one against the urge to buck up into your face, because that’d really conjure up a sinful sound.

and reo worries he might draw blood when you hum against him—sending vibrations throughout the length of his cock, and oh fuck, he’s so close. his brows knit together as he taps frantically on the screen—ending the call. he cums seconds later, head thrown back in pleasure as he groans and gasps through his orgasm.

“c’mere,” he breathes heavily—cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips onto yours for a messy kiss. “you wanna sit on it, sweetheart? we can head to the backseat.”

ITOSHI SAE

it might not seem like it, but there’s nowhere sae would rather be on his day off than here.

sitting on a small padded bench inside the private fitting room of a store, with you straddling his lap in a little floral mini dress. he figures that if he’s going to blow this much money on so little fabric, he might as well trial the garment’s true purpose—sex whenever and wherever he wants.

and now, as he watches you grind down onto the growing bulge in his pants—dress bunched up at your waist with one of the straps slipping off your shoulder, he can definitely see himself getting his money’s worth.

he’s just getting into it—running his hands over your ass and hips, tangling his fingers around the lace of your panties—when your phone starts to ring. at first, neither of you even acknowledge the sound, but it persists with a second call, and out of his peripherals—sae sees his manager’s name sitting the top of the screen. great, so much for your alone time.

“hello?” your voice is soft, and yet it still manages to catch your boyfriend off guard. during his brief sulk, you’ve not only answered the call, but put it on speaker as well. “is everything alright?”

the words i need to talk to sae come through, and you feel the breeze from his eye roll. you run your fingers through the hair at the back of sae’s head, pulling him a little closer as you continue to move your hips. he nuzzles into your neck soon after—eyes heavy as he watches your movements in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across from him.

“sorry, no can do. you know he needs the break,” you hum into the receiver, and you swear sae’s grip on you tightens. he loves it when you defend him like this—he thinks it’s hot.

so hot—he just can’t keep it in his pants anymore. he’s unbuttoning and unzipping—pushing fabric out of the way until his cock is springing free, and finally, he’s sinking into your cunt.

a breathy fuck falls from his lips as he leans his head back against the wall—staring up at you like you’re some kind of deity, which—in this dress, just might be true. his nails carve into your hips as he drags you along his shaft, and oh—it’s so easy for him to get carried away when you’re hugging him so tight.

“he’ll call you first—first thing in the morning.” you fumble over your words a little when the head of sae’s cock presses against a sensitive spot, but you get the response you wanted nonetheless—a that’s good thank you, and the call ends there.

a reward worthy performance, he thinks.

“oh god, sae,” you whine—and he buries his face back into the crook of your neck, recognizing the familiar knot unraveling just below his waist. his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he cums hard, breathing heavy against your skin as he watches the mirror’s reflection through hooded lids—staring intently as white starts to leak out of you, and down the side of his cock.

“careful, you’re gonna ruin the dress,” he mutters—knowing full well that the sticky mess is all him. “guess i have to buy it now, huh?”

BACHIRA MEGURU

meguru’s fatal flaw is his attention span, or rather—his lack thereof.

the dinner reservation was at seven—a table for four. you, him, and two representatives from a sports brand that’s interested in sponsoring him.

it’s a few minutes past the hour, and the other duo is evidently running a little late—no big deal, but your boyfriend thinks otherwise. he’s sitting with his chin in his palm, twirling a straw around his fingers, and crumbling under the weight of his boredom. unfortunately, you don’t think this is an establishment that’d have a colouring page and some crayons for him, but not to worry—he’s just found something else to entertain himself.

“meguru, behave,” you shoot him a glance as he scoots closer—hearing him mutter a yes ma’am, but still feeling his hand beneath your skirt a few seconds later. he brushes his middle finger over the thin fabric of your panties—gently rubbing over your clit before he begins tracing what you think are hearts onto your cunt.

your gaze floods with desire—a look that meguru knows well, and loves dearly. he’s getting excited now, tail wagging with delight, because he knows that you’ll let him continue—so long as he doesn’t make it obvious to anyone in the room.

this means that, when one of the representatives suddenly starts calling you, he technically doesn’t have to behave.

“hello?” you bring your phone up to your ear, and at the same time—meguru’s hand slips past the waistband of your panties. he sighs in content—slouching back in his seat and lolling his head to the side. you’d almost think he was the one being touched. “w-what? you can’t find it?”

ah, so you’re saying they’re lost—which loosely translates to you have more time to play. good.

using his index and ring finger to spread you open—he sinks his middle into your warm cunt, curling it upwards and moving his hand side to side a bit. meanwhile, the voice on the other line is begging for directions, and you’re struggling to give them.

you lean into meguru’s side and hold his wrist—not to stop his movements, but to limit them, at least until you manage to get off the phone. but your boyfriend—sweet as pie and smart when it’s convenient for him, presses a kiss to your temple, and decides that he’ll take care of it for you.

“look for the big arena tour billboard, we’re right below that. see you soon,” he leans in and hums happily into your phone, and the rep thanks him before hanging up. with time now running out, he brings all three of his fingers up to your clit, where he rubs tight circles. “mmm, i don’t wanna stop, baby. wanna make you cum.”

“megs, that’s them!” you squeak—spotting two well dressed, important looking people scurrying past a window on the opposite side of the room. you claw at meguru’s wrist—but his fingers stay glued to your clit for as long as possible, and he ends up pulling away mere seconds before they round the corner.

he’s all innocent smiles and waves as the two approach the table—not so subtly licking up the side of his middle finger, which—wouldn’t be so awful if there were more than just drinks on your table. either way, it’s swept under the rug, and the four of you begin introducing yourselves while looking over the menu.

and your phone is on silent at this point, but it lights up with one new message from meguru.

bathroom in 5? <3 i know what i wanna eat ;)

[teddybeartoji]

lets pretend that i didnt lost this and had to retype it

listen me listen me right !!! back to wolf toji and bunny reader with shiu as the caretaker that lets toji get away with too much but also loves spoiling you bc your just so sweet and adorable

one day, shiu comes home after running errands and tells you and toji that he got a collar to help with toji's biting problem since he knows the both of you will be going into heat soon and he doesn't want toji biting you like a chew toy

toji's grumbling, snarling at shiu that he's not putting on a damn collar but he's confused at the tiny pink thing shiu pulls out. its a cute pink collar, thick but with soft cushioning on the inside a big heart ring in the front. probably for a leash or something, but toji knows that thing isnt going to fit on him.

"it's not for you, mutt," shiu grins playfully, ignoring the glare toji shoots his way at the nickname. instead, he walks up to you and clicks the collar on you, stroking your hair as he coos at how pretty it looks on you !! "its so that if the big guy goes into rut while im away, he wont rip into your throat because he can't think with the right head," shiu jokes, flicking tojis nose.

but a week had passed since then and you had come to like the collar. not just because of how toji would tug on it to pull you into a kiss or how shiu would tug it to get your attention on him when you were fixated on something else. no, it just looked pretty on you!!

one day ur left at home with toji while shiu goes out for the day for business stuff, whatever boring things he had to do. that poor man didnt realize you were going to literally get turned into a creampuff with in 30 minutes of him leaving

toji is INSTANTLY on you when he realizes shiu is gone. poor thing is too rut-brained that he cant even figure out how to get the collar off so he's just gnawing on it, sinking his teeth into the leather as he growls about how stupid the collar is for covering up your pretty neck from him, that shiu doesn't know what he's talking about, all while he's ripping off your clothes.

shiu told the BOTH of you to let him know if either of you go into heat so he can come home and be a good caretaker and make sure you both are still eating and drinking water and that toji doesn't accidentally bite his cute lil' bun too hard anywhere. so, he expects you to tell him to calm down and wait for shiu to get home like a good little bunny, but instead you just look at him over your shoulder with the cutest little pout and tell him 'jus' the tip won't get us in trouble, right?'

and he tries, he tries soooo hard, just fucking his tip in and out of you but then you get pushed into your own heat and you go from reminding him only the tip to 'why aren't you putting in more?? do i not feel good enough??? why dont u wanna be all the way inside me toj???'

and he's shutting you up with one thrust to push all the way inside, shushing you through huffs and growls, telling you he'd stay inside of your sticky cunt for the rest of his life if he could, that you were so hot and wet just for him and he never wanted to pull out of you, keep you nice and stuffed full of his cock and cum until your tummy gets a little bigger from how full he's pumped you with his seed

cue shiu coming home to the two of you fucking like animals (hehe) on the living room couch, your face pushed into the cushions and ears flopped down while your little cotton tail is swishing around like crazy, hearts practically in your eyes when you realize shiu's home, because now he can watch and see how good toji is, see that the big wolf should be able to bite you because hes so good, he's fucking you so deep.

plus, you'd look even prettier with toji's bite on your neck instead of a collar :33

I AM LOSING MY MINDDDD

LUNNNIEEEE????!!!!?!?!??!!!????? HAKDJSJWJFVDKDNEJ YOU'RE AMAZING YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I LOVE YOU. FIRST OF ALLLLL OMFG I JUST KNOW SHIU COULD NEVER SAY NO TO YOUU AAAUUUUGHHHH YOU FLUTTER YOUR EYELASHES AT HIM AND HE'S ALREADY FOLDING (AND TWITCHING IN HIS PANTS)(HE'S SO WEAK)(HE'S SO HOT). SECOND OFF AAALLLLLLLL... "GET TURNED INTO A CREAMPUFF"😭😭😭PLS THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ADORE U SO MUCH<333

AND MMMMMMMMM TOJI'S DIRTY TALK ALWAYS FUCKING KILLSSS MEEEE FFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKKK "HE'D STAY INSIDE OF YOUR STICKY CUNT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF HE COULD" 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 WHATTHE FCUUUKKKKK WAIT ANDAND THE MEAN GRIN HE'D GIVE SHIU??????? HE CAN SEE THAT SHIU IS HARD JUST FROM WATCHING TOJI FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AND IT'S ALL JUST SOOOOOOOO🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCKIN GMEAL IDK WHAT I DID TO DESERVE YOUU HOOLY FUCKKKK<3333

[anantaru]

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✦ warnings: nsfw : degradation (-> calling you dumb, slut, stupid, whore, fucktoy)

✦ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

pantalone kissed your neck fervently, gently licking and nipping at the sensitive skin on your body. He took in your scent, the same scent that made him lose his mind all the damn time. His brows furrowed lightly upon hearing you whine out, "that's all you care about?" his questioning came sudden, pantalone clicked his tongue when you didn't respond, his expression deathly, "all you want is to be fucked like a whore, used like a dumb little slut, am i right?"

you swallowed thickly at his words, knowing full on well not to overstep any boundaries, not to mention or say anything you could regret later on, "or maybe." he traced his lips with his tongue, looping his fingers into the straps of your dress to slowly pull the garment down to expose your breasts to his hungry eyes, "maybe you are a whore after all." you felt your whole face grow hot, the heat prickling under your skin as he moved closer again, leaving another peck on your neck until licking all the way to your collarbone.

he bit down, first lightly, teasingly and later on adding more pressure to it which made you hiss against his hold. Your breathing was hitched, fastened while your eyes watered at the slightly painful bites he left on you. Pantalone's hand travelled down south, cupping your heat before tracing his pointer and middle finger over your clothed pussy. "so wet from merely a few kisses." oh, this was going to be fun, he implied, the smirk on his lips painfully obvious as he placed one last peck on your cheek, "you really are a whore, aren't you?"

✦ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

you held out as long as dottore wanted you to, yet you still weren't capable to keep track of how many times you had already climaxed and spasmed on his cock. It was a messy sight in between your bodies, your essence thoroughly coated his shaft as he continued to snap his hips back and forth, the moans from you turning louder but soon after becoming strained and tired.

"don't tell me you're already tired?" dottore questioned in between hard breathing, slowing down his thrusts but still going in a memorable pace, "aren't you supposed to be my mindless fucktoy, that does what i command?" you nodded hastily, eyes scrunched shut, whining out soft pleas so he'd continue to make you cum once again, you needed it just one more time. Dottore chuckled at your desperate expression, finding his rhythm within the pulsing core of arousal as he caged you in with his arms, his forehead resting against your own.

a silent groan was unable to be hidden in dottore's throat as he continued to leave broken moans upon feeling you clench down his girth. Your back was arching into him, meeting his pace while also clinging on him with your arms as you cried out his name in ecstasy, "how stupid you sound." he noted, picking up one of your thighs to rest it on his shoulder, "do you think i can fuck you even dumber?" the sentence left a hard pain in your heart, yet it somehow made you more aroused in a way you couldn't place. Your eyes were watering as warm tears ran down your cheeks, messily sticking on your face when you finally approached the orgasm you very much deserved.

✦ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

"how pathetic." scaramouche rolled his eyes at you, annoyed, but more so intrigued. His cold fingers wandered over your bare chest, fondling with your erected nipples while leaving featherlight pecks on your shivering body. You writhed underneath him, the pleasure beginning to gradually build up in between your legs, sending a pricking sensation through your veins.

"stop whining." he suddenly snapped, "be fucking grateful, i take time out of my busy schedule to fuck you stupid." the words turned your eyes teary, you couldn't decide whether it made you needier for him or worse. "all I want is for you to shut your mouth and let me use you as i please, understood?" your face turned hot at the thought of being used by scaramouche, the thought of him needing you for his pleasure, fighting the slight urge to smile in response.

he fisted his cock teasingly before lining himself up with your hole, flicking his tip around to collect your essence on his member before letting himself get pulled in by you, a broken gasp leaving past his lips. The raw friction of his cock was a bit painful at first but faded away after a bit as you pushed your hips a bit up so he could reach deeper, better. Scaramouche continued to hover over you before laying down, your bodies now sticking together as he hid his face in your neck, "who would've thought you could take it so well." his voice quiet against your ear, barely there, and yet you were so affected by it.

✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

you wrapped your fingers around ayato's cock, looking up at him with needy eyes, "you're being such a brat tonight." he huffed out, taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger to pull you closer until your lips hit his tip, "open up." you could certainly see how hard ayato had become, the immense self control it took him to not just fuck your throat was almost admirable. You do as he said, prodding your tongue out so he could tap his cock on your wet muscle.

ayato groaned out as you finally took him in, adding enough spit on his shaft until fully coated so you could easily bob your head back and forth. "doing so well." he hummed, entangling his fingers in your hair to increase the pace you were going for. Your jaw was beginning to ache, you tried your hardest to release as much tension as possible as you closed your eyes, his tip prodding on your throat each time ayato was fully buried in you. "wouldn't expected you to do such a good job for a stupid slut like you."

he adored playing around with his dominant side, exploring it too, purposely ignoring anything else other than the stretch on your lips, his shaft thick enough to gift you with a little pain. You drew your mouth back as you huffed through your nose, taking in his musky scent which only added to the hot feeling on your aching core. It was only a matter of time until the sensation in ayato's stomach broke, releasing himself in thick spurts as you lapped up everything he gave you. "good slut." he cooed, watching how you struggled to swallow the load, lips tingling. In ayato's eyes this sight alone was without a doubt the hottest thing he had seen in his life.

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[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: sub Miranda priestly? 👀🙏❤

Fuck yeah! I’ve always had a head canon that she’s a sub. She’s just incredibly stressed and definitely needs to be taken care of. Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

You had been Miranda’s assistant for much longer than most. You attribute your staying power to the fact that you just don’t really care about wearing expensive clothing and the latest styles. You want to be true to yourself. You don’t care if you fit in with everyone else’s expectations. Of course you dress professionally, but you don’t go overboard. You’ve done your research and understand the business, however, you’re not getting discouraged and drained by it. You’re confident in yourself and don’t feel the need to put up a facade.

Sure. Nigel and Emily tease you. But slowly, they’ve come to accept you for who you are. You three often go out for drinks after work.

Miranda, however, has apparently not warmed up to you as much. (That’s actually not true, though. She’s just really good at hiding her attraction to you.) She still won’t call you by your actual name and sends you on ridiculous errands. But, she has also started asking for you to bring the book by the house. She only sends people she trusts with the book. You’re honored.

Today, Miranda is in a much worse mood than usual.

You, Emily, and Nigel are chatting and making each other laugh when Miranda arrives. She’s half an hour later than she typically is and that’s seemingly contributing to her frustration.

She storms in and flings her jacket on your desk, unintentionally knocking Nigel’s scalding hot cup of coffee all over the front of your shirt and in your lap.

If Miranda noticed what she did, she didn’t acknowledge it. She goes right into her office and closes the door.

You hiss in agony as you bite back some cuss words.

Nigel gasps and immediately grabs some tissues to try and soak up the spill on your desk. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, horrified.

“Yeah, Nigel. I’m fine… But, I can’t walk around like this all day.” You say and grimace at your stained clothes. “What the hell am I going to do? I don’t have the time to run home and change.” You ask.

Nigel looks at Miranda’s closed office door. He can tell she’s going to be a while. He turns back and grins at you. “Where do you think you are, Y/N?” He says… And immediately decides to make you his next project.

Nigel gives you tons of clothes to try on. You tell him he’s going overboard, but he just glares at you and you shut up.

By the time you’re done, Nigel has picked out the perfect sleek suit for you to wear. He helps you style your hair and tells you to go look at yourself in the mirror.

“Wow… That’s me?” You ask in shock. You look like a completely different person.

Nigel nods with a pleased smile. “It’s certainly an improvement.” He says jokingly. “Keep up that usual confidence and people are going to think you own Runway.” He winks.

“Thanks, Nigel. I really appreciate it.” You tell him.

“Don’t thank me, I was just tired of seeing you dress like an accountant.” He says, crinkling his nose.

You roll your eyes and get back to the office. As you walk in, Emily almost spits out the tea she was drinking before she starts coughing violently.

You raise a perplexed eyebrow. Emily’s cheeks are burning. “What is it, Em?” You ask.

Emily composes herself and clears her throat. “So, you actually look decent for once. Hell must have just frozen over.” She says, trying to seem disinterested in how great you look in your new outfit.

“Haha, very funny.” You say and go to sit back at your desk.

Before long, you hear Miranda’s voice from her office. “Emily.” She says. You huff. She said it in the tone she uses when she means you.

You quickly get up and walk in with a notepad and pen. “Yes, Miranda?” You ask and look down at the paper to get ready to jot some stuff down.

Miranda doesn’t speak immediately.

The silence makes you look up at her in confusion.

Miranda’s face can’t hide the shock she clearly feels. Damn. You look really hot. She can’t help but wonder how much better it would look off of you, though… With your hands exploring her body… Shit! Pull yourself together, Miranda! She thinks harshly to herself and tries to snap out of the trance you’ve put her in.

She knows what a heartthrob you are (She’s not dumb), but this… This is just not fair to suddenly spring on her.

You clear your throat after Miranda’s been staring at you for a while.

The editor slightly shakes her head before her brain gets the message to start working once again. “Get Marc on the phone and make a reservation at that place I like. And Patricia needs to be picked up from the groomers.” She says in her calm, but demanding voice. Her momentary internal freak out has finally passed.

You nod. “I’m on it.” You say quickly and leave.

Miranda clenches her jaw. This is Nigel’s doing, she’s sure of it.

——————————————————————————

The rest of the day goes by routinely. Impossible demands are met and you take great pleasure in your efficiency. Later on, Miranda leaves for the day and you finish up some work before going to take the book over.

You get to the townhouse and enter… However, there is an immediate and noticeable tension. Something is wrong. You hear a man’s furious voice and… Miranda’s. You can tell she’s trying to placate whoever she’s talking to, but the man’s voice only grows louder. You’ve never heard Miranda so… Shaken up. You look up at the stairway balcony and see two frightened little redheads peeking their faces out at you. They are silently pleading with you to do something.

Your vision goes red. You stomp up the stairway and make your way to the sound of Miranda’s voice. She sounds… Scared. You turn the corner and see a man, about Miranda’s age, yelling and berating her. You’re almost positive that this is her husband. You and Miranda’s eyes meet. She is so relieved to see you.

The man reaches out to grab Miranda’s arm roughly, but you immediately pull him back by his collar before he can lay his disgusting hand on her. You shove him hard up against the wall, seething. “Alright, you’re done, asshole! Let’s go!” You tell him and drag him harshly down the stairs with your arm tightly around his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He shouts, grunting in pain from your iron grip.

“Your worst fucking nightmare if you continue to make bad choices.” You say darkly. “If I see you back here again we’re going to have a problem. Get it?” You ask and violently shove him down the townhouse’s front steps.

The man stumbles and trips over himself. He splutters as he gets up and looks at you stupidly.

“Beat it!” You yell at him.

The man sees the rage in your eyes and decides to get going. He’s not going to mess with you.

You watch as he leaves like a pathetic idiot. You make sure that he’s gone before closing the front door, locking it, and sighing. You turn around and see Miranda at the top of the stairs.

Her eyes are red from crying and she looks so… Vulnerable.

Cassidy and Caroline begin to sob as they hurry over to hug their mother.

“It’s okay, bobbseys. Mommy’s here.” She assures. Wow. Her voice is so soft and warm right now. You… Love the sound of it like this. It’s comforting.

You quietly make your way up the stairs. “Are you all okay?” You ask gently.

Miranda sees you approaching and begins bawling herself. She reaches out to pull you into a group hug with the girls. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” She says.

Your eyes grow wide. You’ve never heard her say thank you before. You enjoy the feeling of them all in your arms. You could certainly get used to this.

You four finally pull away from each other, but Cassidy immediately clings to your side. She feels safe with you. Not to be outdone, Caroline quickly grabs onto your other side. You look to Miranda in astonishment and she can’t help but chuckle tearily as she looks at the shock on your face.

“I would say that you have won these two over.” She says with a smile and looks at her precious daughters.

You decide that you rather like the idea of the girls approving of you.

Miranda leads you all to the girls’ bedroom and Caroline and Cassidy immediately hop in the same bed and cuddle with each other. Miranda tucks them in and sits on the edge next to them. “Now, bobbseys. I know that was very scary.” She says. “But Y/N protected us.” She says and looks at you in gratitude.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Caroline says.

“Yeah, thanks, Y/N!” Cassidy eagerly adds.

You blush intensely. “My pleasure.” You mumble out, embarrassed.

“Stephen will not be a problem any longer.” Miranda says, looking back at the girls. First thing in the morning, she’s filing divorce papers against that son of a bitch. A restraining order too.

“So, Stephen’s not going to live here anymore?” Caroline asks.

Miranda cups her face. “No, he won’t, bobbsey.” Miranda promises.

Caroline nods, feeling relieved.

“Now, would you like a song to help you fall asleep?” Miranda entices.

The girls eagerly nod.

Miranda turns to you and pats the bed next to her. You quickly take a seat and can feel her lightly leaning against you. She’s so warm. She gently holds your hand and squeezes it.

Miranda sings a beautiful Yiddish lullaby. You are once again falling in love with her voice. You could listen to it constantly.

The girls are soothed by their mother’s singing. They quickly fall asleep.

Miranda ends the song and kisses each daughter on the head before standing up and guiding you out of the room. She turns off the lights and closes the door.

Miranda grabs your hand and leads you to her bedroom. “Y/N, I… I can’t thank you enough.” Miranda says, breaking down once again.

You wrap her in a hug. “Hey, it’s all going to be okay.” You tell her and rub her back.

Miranda lets herself cry for a minute and you calmly whisper soft reassurances in her ear. You will never let anything harm her or the girls again. Something about your dynamic with them has completely changed. You will protect them with your life from here on out.

After Miranda has allowed herself some time to cry, she suddenly pulls back and looks at you closely.

You look back at her. “Miranda?” You ask.

“I… Feel safe… With you, Y/N.” Miranda reveals. She’s just pinpointed why she loves being around you. Every time at work when Miranda has forgotten something or made a tiny mistake, you swoop in and fix it… And now… This. You’re like her own personal superhero.

Miranda’s statement makes your heart rate pick up. You love that you make her feel secure.

“I think that… I haven’t felt truly safe and protected like this since I lost my father.” Miranda realizes and looks you in the eye. “I… Want you here with me, Y/N. Please, will you stay tonight?” She pleads.

You had no intentions of leaving anyway. You wanted to make sure Stephen was really gone. You smile. “Absolutely. I’ll go sleep on the couch.” You tell her. “Good night, Mi-”

“No!” Miranda all but shrieks.

Your posture becomes rigid. Miranda’s never raised her voice before. It’s quite startling. You turn to look at her but Miranda suddenly cups your face.

“Please… Stay in here with me.” She begs.

You can’t say no to her. You nod. “Okay.” You agree.

Then… Something happens that totally changes you for good. Miranda leans forward and places a gentle kiss to your lips. Your brain short-circuits for a second before you kiss her back. Her lips are so velvety. You need more.

Miranda moans softly and it’s the most tantalizing thing you’ve ever heard. She pulls away and looks critically at you. “Nigel knew what he was doing when he dressed you.” She says with a small smirk. “What an evil way to torture me all day.” She whispers.

You laugh and wink. “You can blame yourself for that. You spilled coffee all over me.” You tell her.

Miranda is mortified. She doesn’t remember that. “I… What?” She asks, confused.

“Forget it. I’ll tell you later.” You grin and start to trail kisses down to the base of her throat.

Miranda whines as she grips your hair, wanting you to keep going. You carefully pick her up and lie her on the bed before positioning yourself on top of her. “Let me take your shirt off, doll baby.” You tell her and begin unbuttoning her fancy blouse.

Miranda all but melts as she sees the feral look in your eyes. This is what she needs. To be taken care of and… Completely worshipped.

Note: Haha, so no smut, but the unexpected dom/sub dynamics were really fun to work with on a more emotional level. Depending on if y'all like this one, I may write some smut for it. Hope you enjoyed this!

Masterlist

[gabessquishytum]

I’ve seen a couple of people ranking Hob’s Hotness over the centuries and I think it’s fun so I’m gonna tell you my opinions and you can tell me exactly where and why I’m wrong. This is based entirely on my personal preference for Slut Hob Who Gets Fucked btw.

1389: 8/10. The facial hair is really carrying him. The roguish smile is captivating. I want to bend this womanising, shit-talking solider over the nearest flat surface for the spanking of a lifetime tbh. He’d probably try to stab me, but I’m into that.

1489: 5/10. Listen. The haircut is terrible, but everyone had terrible haircuts in the 15th Century. Still has the cutest smile in the great london area. I would put this Hob in fluffy pink handcuffs, give him a haircut, and edge him til he cries.

1589: 10/10. Is he an idiot? Yes. Am I into it? Also yes. This man fucks. I want to feed him a dozen venison pasties. I want him to make a mess all over his pretty clothes. I would let him fuck ME.

1689: 10/10. Unpopular opinion, maybe? Yes he probably smells bad but I want to take him to a very nice bed and I want to have very nice sex missionary sex with him. Idk why but he looks like he’d give really good oral too.

1789: 12/10. Is it hot in here or is it just Hob? I would like to fuck him against a wall while he’s tied up with his own pretty hair ribbon. If Lady Johanna lends me her knife we can get real kinky about it too.

1889: 9/10. He IS hot in this century, I stand by this opinion. I want to spank him again, but this time because he’s been a good boy.

1989: 100/10. My favourite Hob. An underrated masterpiece. I’m going to mess all the product out of his hair and peg him over the bonnet of his own car. Again, tell me that he doesn’t look like he eats out like a champ. If he doesn’t let me borrow the chair across from him, I’ll gladly sit on his lap.

2022: 7/10. A good Hob, I like the jacket and the stubble. Doesn’t really look like he fucks?? Probably because he’s busy being a teacher, and everyone knows that teachers don’t have time to fuck. Possibly he looks more fuckable when he’s not doing surprise heart eyes at the emo wet cat man. I wouldn’t like to get in between those two honestly. Dream can have this Hob, as a treat, for himself.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: this happened when I started to write at 1 in the morning to see if anything would come out. eh, happy spooky season?

Warnings: bickering, lots of eye rolls and sighs, some fluff, some suggestive stuff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You started a new job in October and were tasked to plan a Halloween party at the office with Sihtric, your colleague, who was a control freak and Halloween fanatic.

wordcount: 6,7k

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'I didn't mean to call you ugly, indirectly.'

'And because you're new here,' your boss, Uhtred, said with a grin on his face, 'you'll be planning our office Halloween party with Sihtric this year.'

'Oh,' you blinked, 'o-okay.'

And with those words, your first week at your new office job had come to an end, and you weren't sure how you felt. You loved the job, it was perfect for you, sitting behind a desk all day and answering emails about insurances the company you worked for offered. Your colleagues were all nice, for the most part. You just weren't sure about Sihtric, who sat at the desk across from you. He would roll his eyes or let out an annoyed sigh each time you asked him for some help. You were new at the job, afterall, and everyone was kind to help, except for the annoyingly hot Dane. And to make it worse, you now had to spend hours with him to plan a Halloween party all of the sudden. And you hated Halloween.

Still trying to process the idea of your new job as party planner, you grabbed your bag and walked up to the elevator. There, you nearly walked into Sihtric, who was waiting for the elevator already, as you walked around the corner.

'Oh, hey,' you said awkwardly, 'so, eh, Uhtred just told me I am to plan the Halloween party with you.'

'What?' Sihtric snapped his face towards you, stared at you, and then groaned, 'no.'

'No?'

'No.'

You stared at Sihtric, with his handsome, scarred face, his well-kept goatee and his long, wild hair. His mismatched eyes stared down at you, his jaw clenched and his lips pursed.

'No,' he said again as the elevator arrived, and he stepped inside.

'I'm sorry,' you scoffed and quickly followed, 'what do you mean, no?'

'I mean no,' Sihtric said sternly, 'you're not used to being told no, are you, little girl?'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed again.

A few days ago you found out Sihtric had a problem with you because you got your job through Finan, a mutual friend it turned out, who had put in a good word for you with Uhtred. While Sihtric had fought his way into the company years ago, and constantly had to prove himself until last year, when he finally got a permanent contract. A contract which you had gotten right away because of your experience in the insurance business. Sihtric was bitter about that. He simply hated people who fucked, or used someone else, to get to a good job position with a nice pay. And Sihtric felt you had done the latter, using Finan to get you inside the company. But Sihtric didn't know that Finan had suggested he'd put in a word for you on his own. You never asked anything from anyone, and you had also worked really hard to get where you are today. 

You had a bad impression of Sihtric, and Sihtric had a completely wrong view of you. And since he already disliked you, he was not interested in getting to know you better, and he made no attempt to hide that. Beside the contract issue, you were both total opposites, mindwise and stylewise. You always dressed colourful and were bubbly, while Sihtric was always dressed in dark clothes and was rather quiet. You were a bit messy and all over the place, whereas Sihtric was a control freak and got upset when someone took something from his desk without asking. In conclusion: you just didn't vibe.

'You heard me,' Sihtric said, and raked his tattooed fingers through his hair.

'Look, it's not like I'm excited about this either,' you crossed your arms, 'I think we share the mutual feeling of not liking each other.'

'So it seems,' he mumbled.

You huffed when the elevator doors opened again, 'And I fucking hate Halloween too,' you said as you made an attempted to walk out.

'What?' Sihtric nearly yelled, and he quickly pressed the button to close the doors again, locking you in the small space with him.

'What the fuck?' you turned to face him, heated.

'You hate Halloween?' Sihtric asked, disgust on his face as he looked you up and down.

'Yeah, it's stupid. I'm a Christmas person,' you threw your hands up, 'who cares? God, I just want to go home and forget about this for the day.' 

You pressed the button to open the doors, and Sihtric was quick to close them again.

'No, no, no,' he said, 'this is a problem.'

'What?'

'First of all, I always plan this party on my own. Alone,' he said, 'I like to be in control, okay? Second of all, now that we are apparently doomed to work together, you tell me you hate Halloween? This is just unbelievable. I thought you couldn't possibly get worse.''

'Well, you better believe it!' you hissed, and opened the doors again.

You finally got out of the elevator and stormed into the parking garage, and Sihtric followed.

'I take this very seriously!' he snarled, 'you will not mess with my plans!'

'I have no intention of messing with your plans, Sihtric,' you scowled.

'Lady,' Sihtric sighed, and grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, 'next monday, after work, meet me in the lunchroom at five, because the planning starts then. You better be there and bring your Halloween spirit.'

'Fine,' you shrugged, broke free from his grip and walked to your car.

'Bring that Halloween spirit!' Sihtric yelled after you, then sighed, annoyed, and walked to his car, 'witch,' he mumbled as he got in.

'Himbo,' you muttered as you drove towards him, and you both flashed each other a fake smile in passing.

Monday, 5pm.

You found Sihtric in the lunchroom after work with his laptop open. His phone, a notebook and a pencil next to it. You mumbled an awkward hello and Sihtric reluctantly returned the greeting.

'Okay,' he said and leaned back in his chair, 'every year we have a theme. So that's the first thing we have to come up with.'

'Okay,' you pretended to be interested, 'zombie theme?'

'Nah, did that a few years ago already.'

'Vampires?'

'Done that last year.'

'Unicorns?' you already gave up.

Sihtric smacked his lips, 'It's a Halloween party, princess. We want scary, not cutesy.'

'Well, if you show up I'm sure it'll be scary enough,' you rolled your eyes.

'If I were you, I'd wear a mask,' Sihtric snapped back, 'so people won't run away screaming and crying.'

You gasped, offended, and were actually so shocked at what he just said that you had no comeback.

'Jesus,' you scoffed, 'you must be a real hit with the ladies with that rude mouth of yours.'

'Can't complain,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, 'maybe you should get a man to treat you well some time, you might become more fun to be around.'

'Okay, that's it,' you said and got up, 'I'm not working with a douchebag like you. I'm done.'

'Oh, come on,' Sihtric said, then sighed as you walked to the door, 'okay, I'm sorry,' he said quickly, knowing it would make him look bad if you went to Uhtred to say you wanted out of the party planning because of his remark.

'You don't even mean that,' you side-eyed him and his half assed apology.

'Maybe,' he shrugged, 'look, we have to do this together whether we like it or not, okay? Just sit back down.'

You knew Sihtric was right. It was only your second week at the new office, you couldn't just storm out like that, it would make you look bad. And so you sat down at the large table again.

'And come here,' Sihtric said, annoyed, pointing to the empty chair next to him, 'it's easier if we can both see my screen when we search for decorations.'

While you cursed internally, you sat down next to him. Sihtric scooted his chair closer to you, along with his laptop, and you got a sudden whiff of his pleasant cologne. At the same time you took in his scent, you looked at him, and he looked at you, eyes lingering on each other for a moment too long.

'I didn't mean to call you ugly, indirectly,' he said as he looked back at his screen, 'sorry,' he mumbled.

'Thanks,' you mumbled too, 'I also didn't mean to.'

You looked at each other again and a faint smile tugged at both your lips, but you both refused to let the other see it, so you both looked at his screen again. Sihtric cleared his throat and told you to write down whatever cool ideas you saw as he scrolled through an endless list of Halloween themes. The research went quite okay, for an hour, but then you became hungry… and irritated at the fact that you were hungry.

'How much longer do you plan on staying here?' you asked and sat back.

'Oh, we're just getting started,' Sihtric said, and he tied his loose hair back in a bun, 'I often spend half a night here. Why?'

'What? Well, I'm… I'm hungry. It's dinner time basically.'

Sihtric looked at the time and realised he also felt rather hungry, he just hadn't noticed it yet as he was so focused on his research.

'We'll order something,' he said and grabbed his phone, 'what are you up for?'

'Order something?' you grimaced, 'no, I don't order food, sorry.'

'What?'

'What?' you frowned.

'What do you mean you don't order food?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'It means I always cook my own food, you know, healthy food.'

'Not all take-out is junk food,' Sihtric said, 'but you mean to tell me you never order a pizza or something? Or a kebab? Fries? Burgers? A fucking salad?'

'No, I like to prepare my own food,' you shrugged, 'and most of those places seem quite… shitty.'

'Hey,' Sihtric chuckled, 'the crappier the place, the better the food usually.'

'I doubt it,' you said with a disgusted look.

'Oh, come on. Loosen up a little, doll,' Sihtric nudged your shoulder, 'come order a pizza with me. Go wild for once,' he taunted with a grin.

'I don't like pizza.'

'You can't be serious right now.'

'I'm serious.'

'Okay, a kebab then?' Sihtric asked.

'Never had one,' you said, 'they don't look nice anyway.'

'Oh,' Sihtric laughed, 'I'm ordering you a kebab. Wait, no, actually,' he put his phone down, 'we're taking a break. Come,' he said and got up, putting on his leather jacket, 'I'm taking you to the best kebab place in town.'

'What? No,' you gave him a disapproving face, 'absolutely not.'

'Absolutely yes,' Sihtric said, 'come on.'

'Sihtric-'

'Nah-ah,' he hushed you, 'come, let's go, princess.'

You dragged your feet towards the elevator. Going out for a kebab? With Sihtric? This had to be a nightmare. Sure, the fact you hadn't bickered for about five minutes was a good sign, but you had no desire to spend more time with him than was necessary. Whereas Sihtric was simply curious to see how you were when you weren't at work. Yes, he also hoped he was riling you up, but he truly thought you were missing out on some good food. And some fun.

Apparently the best kebab place in town, according to Sihtric at least, was a place called Kebab Corner, and it was located two blocks away from your office. Sihtric ordered you a bun with extra garlic sauce, the same as he always ordered, and he ordered some fries as a side dish too, as well as a drink for you both.

'We're taking our food back to the office, right?' you asked as you waited in the small, warm food place.

'No, we're eating it here,' Sihtric smiled, 'you gotta have the full experience.'

You rolled your eyes and took off your coat with a sour face, taking a seat at an empty table in the corner. Sihtric did the same and sat across from you, then also took off his hoodie, under which he was wearing a black shirt that really showed off his biceps. You couldn't help but stare at his arms, as he placed his sweater on the chair next to him, and let his arm rest on the chair's backrest while he sat back and stared around the kebab shop.

'How did you get those scars?' you suddenly blurted out.

'Which ones?' Sihtric asked.

For a week now you had wondered how he got the scars on his face, and when you saw his arms had a few too, you had wondered out loud by accident.

'A-all of them?' you asked, suddenly feeling shy, 'sorry,' you said quickly, 'you don't have to answer that-'

'It's fine,' Sihtric said, then took a quick sip of his drink, 'the ones on my arms and back are from my father, he didn't like me very much. Those on my face are from my half-brother, he really took after my dad.'

'What? I…,' you stammered, 'I- oh my god, I-I'm sorry.'

'They're both dead,' Sihtric shrugged and fidgeted with his rings for a moment, until he saw your wide eyes. 'Don't worry,' he chuckled, 'I didn't kill them. Wish I did though.'

Before you could speak, your food was served. Sihtric wasted no time and devoured his kebab right away, while you inspected your bun with a disgusted face. Sihtric stared at you, his mouth stuffed with food, and he was clearly amused when you hesitantly took a small bite from your food.

'And?' he asked, while garlic sauce dripped down his chin.

'It's… better than I thought,' you confessed, to which Sihtric grinned, and you thought he looked like a savage caveman, with his mouth full of food as sauce covered his facial hair.

'Can you believe it? Something we both enjoy, who would've thought, huh?' he said as he finished his food and began to eat the fries.

'Why are you always so mean?' you hissed.

'I'm not mean.'

'Yes, you are. You always seem to treat me like I am some stuck up bitch. Just because I like to cook my own food, doesn't mean I'm a snob, or that I'm better than you. I'm not. And I also had to work hard and survive growing up. I had issues with my mother, she completely broke my confidence, and I still struggle with that,' you suddenly spilled, 'so, yeah, maybe sometimes I may come off as cold, but that's only a coping mechanism. And I never asked Finan to get me this job, you know. He did it on his own, because he knew I was perfect for it. I always took care of myself, because no one else did, so let me just have this one time where someone helped me out by getting me a job. You and I,' you said, 'we're maybe not that different, you know? Except that you really are a jerk.'

You then ate your kebab in silence while Sihtric didn't say anything, he just continued his fries and looked at you, with a soft gaze and a half smile. Maybe he was starting to like you after all, in a weird way.

Back at the office you both finally agreed on a theme. You suggested something from a movie, but when Sihtric asked you which movie, you shrugged and said you only watch Christmas movies. Sihtric made a face but then started to smile, and said he knew the perfect movie to use as a party theme; Nightmare Before Christmas.

The next afternoon Uhtred had sent you and Sihtric to go shopping for the decorations. You were not in the mood and just wanted to continue your work, as you were already annoyed that you'd be behind on your emails by tomorrow morning.

'Look at these!' Sihtric said with a beaming smile, pointing at a gigantic skeleton which could be placed in a garden.

'Ridiculous,' you mumbled and continued to look around.

Sihtric got on your nerves as he had to press every "try me" button to find out what sound something would make or what it would do in general. You thought he was being a manchild right now, but something inside you forced you to keep your eyes on him, because it was kind of adorable, in a stupid way. After nearly an hour, your shopping card was still empty. Because every time Sihtric showed you some decorations, you found something to complain about.

'Gods,' Sihtric huffed, 'do you even know how to have fun?'

'I beg your pardon?'

'You don't like anything,' he said, 'it's all too dark, too spooky, too gory, too childish,' he mocked your voice, 'what do you like?'

'I'd like to leave this awful place,' you grimaced at the gigantic fake spider Sihtric picked up, 'ew,' you said as he held it up to you.

'What? You don't like spiders?'

'I don't, put that thing down- No!' you suddenly screamed and started to run when Sihtric ran towards you with the fake spider, 'stop it!' you cried out while being chased.

'It's only a fake!' Sihtric laughed as he hunted you through the Halloween store.

'I don't want to touch it, it disgusts me!' you yelled, 'stop! Please!' you became out of breath.

And Sihtric only stopped because he was laughing too hard at your reaction. You gave him a disapproving look and disappeared into the Halloween outfit department, hoping to find the exit.

'What are you dressing up as?' Sihtric asked after he had followed you.

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'I didn't even want to go.'

'You have to.'

'I guess,' you sighed, 'maybe this?' you grabbed a Snow White dress off its hanger.

'Try it on,' Sihtric encouraged you.

'I don't know, I'll probably look stupid. I'm just not into this whole dressing up spooky thing.'

'I know,' he said, 'but it doesn't have to be spooky. Of course, spooky is fun, but there's nothing wrong with this dress either. Try it.'

Sihtric somehow persuaded you, and you had a blush on your cheeks when you looked in the mirror and realised you needed help to zip up the, rather sexy, princess dress.

'S-Sihtric,' you shyly called from inside the dressing room.

'What?'

'I… I need help to z-zip up the dress.'

'Oh,' he cleared his throat, 'eh, let me find an employee.'

'Okay,' you said and waited.

When Sihtric returned after a minute and told you he couldn't find anyone, you sighed.

'C-could you…'

'Eh, yeah, o- okay,' Sihtric chuckled and entered the dressing room when you gave permission.

He stared at you in the mirror as he stood behind you, his eyes were big and his lips slightly parted, while his gaze was soft. He smiled sweetly and then carefully zipped up the dress, letting his hands linger on your for a few seconds before he pulled away.

'There,' Sihtric said as his mouth had gone dry.

'Thank you,' you mumbled, 'is it… too slutty?' you asked, insecure at how much skin it revealed.

'No,' he chuckled softly, 'it's… you look pretty.'

'So I won't scare anyone off with my face?' you furrowed your brow as you turned to him.

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled and shook his head, 'you drive me insane, yet for some reason I enjoy it,' he said and licked his lips, then left the dressing room.

You were left speechless, with a smile tugging at your lips and a pleasant sting in your stomach. After you had managed to get out of the dress again, zipping it down was easier than zipping up somehow, you put it back where you had taken it from.

'Not buying it?' Sihtric asked as you made way to the store exit.

'No,' you said, and Sihtric sensed a hint of insecurity in your voice.

And you left the store without buying anything.

Back home, you received an email from Sihtric, late in the evening.

I ordered decorations online, whether you like them or not. You'll see them next week when we have to start decorating.

Ps. you should've bought that dress, princess.

The next day you were surprised to see Sihtric was not at work, but you didn't think much of it. When he didn't show up the next day either, you asked Finan if something was wrong. You were kind of worried, but you wouldn't tell anyone, instead you said you needed to speak to Sihtric because of the Halloween planning. Then Finan told you Sihtric struggled with a form of depression, situational depression, and it acts up out of nowhere and knocks him down for a few days in a row. Everyone at work was aware of it, so they always gave him time.

'Another nice treat his father left him,' Finan sighed and went back to work.

You felt bad and decided to email Sihtric when you were still in the office.

Hey, I heard you're not feeling too well. I wanted to let you know I took care of the food and drinks for the party. Anyway, I hope you're doing okay. Look after yourself and remember to eat. Did you eat anything today? In case you need anything, here's my number.

You closed the email with your number and pressed send. And about ten minutes later you received a text from an unknown number, which you quickly understood was Sihtric.

Sihtric: thanks for checking on me

Sihtric: and I didn't eat, no…

You: I'm almost off work, I could cook you some food?

You: actual healthy food, no kebab…..

Sihtric: i'd like that, could use some company I guess

About an hour later you entered Sihtric's apartment. It was cosy, but quite messy, and you hated the Halloween decoration he had up. And Sihtric looked like shit, yet still handsome, you thought. His face was pale, hair even messier than usual, and he looked like he hadn't slept in several days, while that was actually the only thing he had done.

'Thanks for coming,' he said, his voice a little raspy.

'No problem,' you said and looked around the kitchen, 'so, eh, I'll need your help to cut some veggies.'

You dragged Sihtric to the kitchen, knowing that if he'd help you out, he might feel a little better as he's doing something productive. You both didn't speak much as you prepared the food for an easy, quick and healthy oven dish. And while the dish was in the oven, you started to clean up the messy kitchen and a part of his living room.

'Please,' Sihtric said, 'you… you don't have to-'

'I insist,' you said, 'you'll feel better when your home is more tidy, trust me.'

Sihtric stared at you as he sat on the couch, desperately wanting to make you stop, or wanting to help you, but he couldn't. His mental health had him in a chokehold and he couldn't seem to fight it. He felt embarrassed, and worried you probably thought he was just lazy, or worse; just weird.

'Do you have someone who looks after you?' you suddenly asked.

'What?'

'Like… family, friends, a partner of some sorts?'

'Oh,' Sihtric shook his head lightly, 'not really. I'm quite... lonely. Girls leave when the depression kicks in. And I mean, yeah, some friends ask me how I'm doing but they don't come over, unless I ask, but… yeah, I don't know.'

'Asking for help is hard, huh?' you said mindlessly.

'Heh, yeah,' Sihtric said, and he suddenly choked up when he saw you fold his piled up laundry, and realised what he needed all this time.

He needs someone to look after him when times are rough, someone who stops by and offers help without him having to ask. Someone who seems to not judge him and knows what would truly help him to snap out of it again. Someone he enjoyed having around. Someone like… you? Sihtric cleared his throat as he walked over to you, as he wanted to thank you again but couldn't bring it out. And you looked up at him to find his teared up eyes staring at you.

'Sihtric?' you frowned lightly.

And hearing his name from your lips was all he needed to finally burst into tears. 

'Oh, no,' you whispered and threw your arms around him.

'I'm sorry,' he sniffled.

'It's okay,' you said and squeezed him when he finally hugged you back, 'it will be okay, I promise. These days will pass.'

You held him for a few minutes until he composed himself again, just when he oven ringed. And then you ate in front of the tv, on his couch, and you actually even enjoyed being with him right now. Sihtric tried to keep his eyes off you, but struggled gravely, and only looked away quickly when you looked at him.

'Food okay?' you asked, 'I know it's not a kebab or whatever.'

'It's the best meal I've had in years,' Sihtric chuckled, 'thank you, really.'

'Don't mention it,' you smiled, and both finished your food in silence.

When you cleaned the dishes, Sihtric asked if you wanted to watch a movie or something. He didn't want you to leave yet, but he wouldn't admit that to you. You accepted his offer, as you wanted to make sure he was feeling a little better before you'd leave, but you didn't admit that either. And soon, you found yourself on his couch watching Paranormal Activity, which happened to be shown on tv.

'This is so dumb,' you complained, smiling.

'Oh, please,' Sihtric rolled his eyes with a smile, 'just admit it scares you.'

'Yeah, right,' you huffed, but scooted a little closer to him not much later.

Sihtric grabbed a blanket and invited you to join him under the warm fleece fabric. You accepted, as the movie actually did scare the shit out of you, and you felt oddly comfortable as your shoulders touched. But your own feelings scared you as much as that movie. There was no way you could actually start to like this guy. You were total opposites. There was just no way, you convinced yourself, while Sihtric was apparently trying to convince himself of the same. When the horror movie was finally over, Sihtric seemed in better spirits, and you left his house after he had showered and promised he'd text you if he needed anything. But you were the one to text him first later that night.

You: can't believe that stupid movie scared me, thanks a lot!

Sihtric: wuss ;)

You: very funny…

Then Sihtric called you.

'Are you okay?' he laughed.

'No, this is so embarrassing,' you sniffled on the phone, 'I've been in bed for an hour and I'm terrified to move.'

'Hey,' Sihtric said as he heard your soft sniffles, 'it was just a movie.'

'I'm just not good with those things- oh my god, what was that sound?' you suddenly gasped when you thought you heard something.

'Hey,' he said again, 'everything's fine. There's nothing there, okay?'

'Easy for you to say,' you said with a soft whimper, and hid under your blanket.

'I promise, you're safe,' Sihtric said when you sniffled again, 'listen to my voice, okay? I'm right here, baby girl. Nothing will happen to you, I promise.'

'I can't believe I- I'm saying this,' you scoffed and suddenly chuckled, 'but I… I actually wish you were here right now.'

'Yeah, me too,' he whispered, and you heard a soft chuckle, 'I'd come over if I could, but I took my meds after you left. I can't drive when I'm on them, I'm… I'm sorry, princess.'

'It's okay,' you said, 'I'm glad you took your meds though.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said, and cursed himself for having to take medication sometimes, as he would've wasted no time to come and see you otherwise, 'I'll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay?'

A few days had passed after the movie night, and Sihtric was back at work again and you both decided to never mention that evening at his place, or the way he had stayed up, talking to you on the phone when you were scared, until you fell asleep. And today, it was time to start decorating after work. You met up in the main hall, a floor up from your office, and you walked into a huge mess. Decorations were scattered all through the hall, and you now understood why Sihtric needed nearly a week to prepare the festivity.

'Fucking hell,' you said as you walked towards Sihtric, who turned and greeted you with a smile.

'Here,' he said and pushed a bag with paper bats in your hands, 'if you hang these up over there,' he pointed to a large orange orb he had painted, which was a moon, 'I'll start putting up the tombstones.'

'Tombstones?' you made a face when you saw the decorations he had purchased, but decided against arguing. 

As you hung up the bats, you felt Sihtric's eyes on you. He tried to bite his tongue, but he was going crazy and how you decorated the wall. 

'Don't forget to put them up higher too,' he carefully instructed.

'Yeah, yeah,' you sighed.

Sihtric kept checking on you, and he only had to bite his tongue harder each time he did. The way you didn't seem to care about the distance between the bats, or how they were not all facing the same way… he couldn't witness it anymore.

'Can you, uhm, maybe… try harder?'

'Try harder?' you scoffed, 'I'm doing my best here!' you looked at the dozens of bats you had placed on the wall already.

'Yeah, but, like,' Sihtric stammered, 'they're not… it's not good.'

'What?'

'Bats fly together in the same direction,' he said, 'you can't have one bat go left and five others go right.'

'Are you serious right now?' you asked, nearing your boiling point.

'Yes,' Sihtric said and adjusted some of the bats, 'it's not that hard, okay, princess?'

'You know what, princess,' you shoved the bag of bats in his arms, 'you go and decorate the place, okay? I'm not going to listen to your constant nitpicking.'

You turned on your heels and walked away.

'Princess?' Sihtric mumbled after you. 

His eyes darted between the wall, the bats in his arms, and you walking out on him. Then, he dropped the bats and ran after you as you left the hall. He caught you just when you stepped into the elevator, and stopped it from closing by standing in the door censor.

'Who are you calling princess, princess?' he asked and clenched his jaw as he stared down at you.

'Oh, please,' you rolled your eyes, 'I'm not doing this anymore, okay? Decorate the way you want, I'll see it when it's done.'

'Fine,' Sihtric shrugged.

'Fine,' you hissed.

He took a step back, out of the elevator.

'You really make my blood boil and my cock hard,' Sihtric said just before the doors closed.

And then you stared at your reflection in the empty elevator, wide eyed and… aroused?

Sihtric: look… I really need your help with the decorations

You: are you going to be a little bitch about it again?

Sihtric: I swear I'll…

Sihtric: fine, I won't complain.

The Halloween party was tomorrow, and Sihtric desperately needed help with the finishing touches. Your love/hate relationship had only gotten worse since you walked out the other day, and the tension between the two of you was sharp as a blade. But you still showed up and helped him out. 

'Are those balloons not too far apart?' you taunted as you looked around the hall, hours later.

'Don't push it, lady,' Sihtric muttered, and you grinned.

You both studied the decorations. The full moon with the bats was perfect, the tombstones made for a nice graveyard dance floor area, and the walls were decorated with Christmas lights and thick, fake cobwebs. The ceiling was full of black and orange balloons, and the tables had vases with black roses in them. To make it complete, candles graced the shelves throughout the hall, giving it a strange, spooky romantic vibe, you thought.

'I'll admit, the place looks cool,' you said.

'Really?' Sihtric smiled at you, 'thanks. And, eh, thanks for your help too.'

'You're welcome. But I hope we'll never have to do this again,' you said and grabbed your bag.

'Yeah, well, me neither,' Sihtric said and followed to the elevator.

You both tried to hide a grin as you entered the elevator, and Sihtric asked what you were dressing up as tomorrow.

'I don't know,' you sighed, 'I still don't want to go.'

'Oh, come on, you have to!'

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, 'I don't have to do anything.'

'Gods,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you're such a nightmare.'

'Yeah, well, so are you.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'Gods, will you just shut up?' he mumbled.

'Fucking make me,' you huffed.

Then, Sihtric suddenly took your face in his hands and kissed you firmly. And he didn't let go until the elevator doors opened.

'I'll see you tomorrow,' he said, and walked out, leaving you speechless once again.

The Halloween party.

You stepped into the crowded, noisy hall on the third floor. The smell of alcohol and apple pie greeted you, as well as some cheap perfume from your already drunk colleagues. You felt out of place and wanted to turn around and run home, until you saw Sihtric, who helped himself to a drink at the other side of the party. You fought a smile when you saw his outfit. He was dressed as a warrior, complete with tunic and leather armour, and even his hair was braided. You thought he looked ridiculously handsome, even more handsome than usual, if that was possible, and you felt your cheeks heat up when you locked eyes with him.

Sihtric stared at you from across the hall, with a drink in his hand, and his jaw slightly dropped. You had listened to him and had actually bought that rather revealing Snow White dress, and he couldn't believe how drop dead gorgeous you looked right now. Well, you always did, he thought, but there was something different tonight. 

You both smiled at each other and wasted no more time to get closer, pushing through the few dancing people as you both crossed the room. And then without thinking, you wrapped your arms around each other and held each other tight for a moment.

'So glad you came,' Sihtric said in your ear as he held you.

His pleasant scent made your knees weak, as did his smooth, honeyed voice. And his grip on you was pleasantly firm.

'I had to, hadn't I?' you chuckled and looked up into his mismatched eyes.

Sihtric smiled and took your chin, and then the music changed to a not so spooky song; the Elvis cover of Unchained Love, and couples ran to the dancefloor. He chuckled and asked you to dance, since the entire moment was cheesy already anyway. You laughed and accepted, and next thing you knew, you were slow dancing in a foggy graveyard, with Sihtric, in the middle of the hall.

'You don't know what you've been doing to me lately,' he suddenly said, halfway through the song.

'Like what?' you smiled as you kept your face pressed against his armoured chest, and your arms around his waist.

Then, Sihtric took your hand and shoved it underneath his leather armour, onto his tunic covered chest, and he took your chin again, pushing your face up to meet his eyes. And then he leaned in, slowly, capturing you in a kiss and not caring who'd see it. And this kiss was very different from the one he had given you in a sudden rush yesterday, in the elevator. This time it was sweet, soft, gentle and tender, but still firm enough to make you feel his heartbeat quicken underneath your hand. And when he broke the kiss, you looked up at him.

'Well you've been doing a lot to me lately too,' you said with a smirk.

'Like what?' Sihtric asked with a cheeky smile.

'Making me want to do things with you I can't possibly do here.'

'Is that so?' he grinned, then took a step back and pulled you with him off the dancefloor.

'Where are we going?' you asked when he guided you out of the hall, to the elevator.

'A secret spot,' Sihtric smiled as he pulled you in the elevator.

And as soon as the doors closed, your lips found each other while your hands moved up to his neck, keeping him close, while Sihtric's tattooed fingers slid up into your loose hair.

'Tell me, lady,' Sihtric breathed as he pinned you against the wall, 'what are the things you want to do with me?'

'I think you know,' you murmured as your lips pecked his neck.

'Mhm,' he hummed with a smile, 'but I want to hear you say it, princess.'

You chuckled softly before you kissed his lips again. And when the doors opened at the top floor, Sihtric pulled you with him out the elevator, into the hallway, where he was quick to push you up against a door.

'Say it,' he almost growled while shoving his hands up your short dress, squeezing your thighs as he kissed and sucked your neck.

'I want you to treat me good,' you breathed as you started to untie his leather belt.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed again, 'I'll treat you good, don't worry,' he mumbled in between kisses, and searched for a key he kept in a pouch that was attached to his belt.

He opened the door you were pushed up against before, and pulled you up the stairs to another door, which he quickly unlocked, and then you suddenly stood on the large roof terrace of the office building. The place had an amazing view while being sheltered from other buildings, as they were not as high as the building you worked in. Sihtric took your hand and pulled you with him to some lounge chairs in the middle of the roof, near a fireplace, where he made a fire and pulled you down on the furs in front of it.

'Why the fuck does this place have a roof terrace like this?' you chuckled while you continued to work his leather armour.

'It was supposed to be a lunch spot for employees,' Sihtric said in between the wet kisses he left on your shoulders and neck, 'but last year I found out I'm the only one who actually has a key to go up here.'

'What?' you snorted, 'are you serious?'

'Very much so,' he laughed, 'so I have been sneaking around to make it a cosy place. I often go up here when everything's too much, or,' he snorted, 'when you had been getting on my nerves and I couldn't stand you anymore.'

'Such a gentleman you are,' you joked.

'You couldn't stand me either,' Sihtric furrowed his brow, then nuzzled your nose, 'don't lie. Anyway, I intended to keep this place a secret, actually,' he said with a wink, 'but now it's our secret, I guess.'

'I won't tell anyone,' you promised, and pulled him in for another kiss, 'and yes, I couldn't stand you either,' you grinned and finally took off the leather piece he was wearing.

'Good,' Sihtric unzipped your dress and pushed you down on the soft fur.

'Good that I won't tell anyone or that I couldn't stand you?'

'Both,' he said with a cheeky smile and pulled his tunic off, exposing his insanely toned torso.

'Oh my fucking god,' you whispered under your breath at the reveal.

'Still can't stand me?' Sihtric asked as he positioned himself between your thighs.

'More wondering if I can handle you,' you chuckled, moving your hands up his muscular chest.

'I'll be gentle,' he whispered, 'I promise,' he said and pecked your lips, 'you on birth control?'

'Yeah, don't worry,' you smiled and pulled him close, impatiently, after he had slid down his boxers and you kicked off your panties.

'Tell me, princess,' Sihtric whispered, then kissed your lips softly as he held your face, 'do you want me to make love to you and take you home with me after, or fuck you numb before we return to the party and pretend nothing happened?'

'Both.'

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The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena 

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“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop. 

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun. 

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties. 

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on. 

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours. 

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young. 

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger. 

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now. 

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure. 

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.” 

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face  expression if not her tone says it all. 

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”  

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl. 

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

-

The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better. 

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight. 

- 

“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them. 

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well. 

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her. 

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is. 

-

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for? 

-

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once. 

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?” 

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight. 

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care! 

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well. 

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping. 

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order. 

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders. 

“What can I get you to drink, babes?” 

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction. 

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.” 

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit. 

-

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night. 

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder. 

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot. 

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined. 

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.” 

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later. 

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings. 

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light. 

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable. 

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink. 

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.” 

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub. 

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet. 

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on. 

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark. 

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.” 

- 

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter? 

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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Angstober Day 3~ Miscommunication

Seulgi x Fem! Reader

KinkFluffAngstober Day 3~ Miscommunication with Kang Seulgi

Warnings- Swearing, mention of sex, seulgi is a walking red flag

Word count- 1.1k (my shortest one yet😟)

Seulgi pulls her head away from in between your legs, huffing in short breaths as she looks above her and sees your messy state atop of the sink. The bass from the outside party has yet to stop blasting through your ear drums every since Seulgi dragged you into this shiny marble bathroom.

After seeing you in the miniscule black dress you had worn for the sole attention of the girl, Seulgi groaned and rolled her eyes at the thought of anyone else seeing you, and placed her champagne class on the table adjacent to her and left her members, bringing you to where you are now.

Seulgi cups your cheek harshly and forces it towards her face, attacking your lips fervently as though she'd been hungry for you all night, your own juices flowing from her tongue back into yours.

You moaned at the taste and pulled her closer, that is until the both of your heads snapped to the door in response to a few short knocks, followed by a voice asking if everything was alright.

You couldn't make out the face the voice belonged to, but you figured Seulgi did as she immediately pulled away from your lips, pulling her shirt over her head as if in a race, fixing her hair evenly.

"Wait Seul," you softly request, ready to speak to the woman the words that have been on your mind for more months than you can count.

She turns around to face you, almost seeming irritated by the fact that you were calling her once again after your business was already concluded.

"What is it?" Seulgi asked nonchalantly.

You feel awkward still resting yourself on top of the sink, so you hop down to meet her eye level. Instead of looking you back in the eyes, Seulgi's fixation seems to be fixated on your exposed chest, eyeing them like a treasure chest filled with gold.

"I was thinking...," you begin, and she nods but continues to fixate on your body, "and I wanted to say this earlier but... I feel like you only want to see me, or call me, or text me when you're in the mood. I'm never your first choice to go out to dinner with, or have a nice picnic outside, or grab a coffee with. I'm just the girl that you call up when you want pussy, and honestly just... I want something more than that."

It was true. Seulgi only ever interacted with you if she wanted a quick fuck or to play with your body unrepentantly. She would take other woman out on dates, experimenting with various other girls to find someone she truly liked. She's even went as far as sending you a picture once while she was out on a date, only to explain later that she wanted to make you jealous so she can fuck you while your mad, claiming you looked hot when heated.

Nobody knew about you. She decided to keep you her own secret, and when you would ask why she would never want to mention you to her groupmates, or her other friends, it was always the same response.

"I want to be the only one to know about you, since you're mine and nobody else can have you."

You knew it was bullshit, because Seulgi could care less if she was on a casual stroll down the street and saw you were out on a date with someone. Her eye wouldn't even spare a blink.

You wanted Seulgi as something more than just a booty call, you wanted her in every state, in every way. But what was the point if Seulgi only used you for your body, and also the fact that she would continuously remind you how sexy and attractive you were, but never how kind and beautiful instead.

Seulgi, already anticipating your whole speech sooner or later, rolled her eyes and went back to putting her clothes on.

"Y/n I've told you this, I am so fucking busy with work every day. I do so much for us-"

"That's not true!" You exclaim, your hands pushing the woman's shoulders to make her stumble back into the wall, and if it had not been you to do that, Seulgi probably would have spit in their face and walked away.

"Seul I see you talk to other girls! I hear about everything you say to them! Why can't you do the same to me?"

You sounded alost desperate, and absolutely hated the words that were spurting from your tongue, cringing with every syllable.

"Did you forget what we talked about when this whole thing started Y/n?" Seulgi slowly approaches you, walking you backwards until your back comes into contact with the cold marble of the sink.

"This thing between us, is specifically just sex. I've said that."

It pains you to hear Seulgi's sincereness, your brain screaming continuously to just give up on her and walk out of this party, but your heart knew you couldn't.

"Seulgi we've been doing this for two years," you sigh, "I want you in more ways than just sex."

The woman laughs in your face, turning around as if asking the audience "did you just hear what she said?", and it ruined you. The tears waste no time in filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

"Y/n, let's get this clear," her finger pushes against your chest, any harder and she would poke you through your heart.

"You are the only person I ever have sex with now, so first of all, you should be grateful."

She's ridiculous, it almost makes you laugh.

"Second of all, you might want to go on all these stupid little dates together, and get ice cream and watch movies and live happily ever after, but it doesn't fucking work that way, so we must have had a miscommunication in what this", Seulgi waves her finger back and forth from herself to you, "is."

You go to open your mouth and reply to her, but she cuts you off with more to say.

"I made it clear to you what we were getting ourselves into, so whatever you thought, is never gonna happen," her finger now pushes against your forehead, "so get that out of your head."

With that, Seulgi picks up her phone from off of the toilet seat cover, opening the door brutally before she slams it behind her, not even sparring a final glance.

So now you're back in your familiar place, on your knees, head dug into your hands as the sobs wreak from you throat.

It didn't matter anyway, because in two days you know she's going to show up at your apartment door, kissing away each apology and promising good sex as an expression of regret.

And if that's all you could do to stay by her side, then so be it.

[beomgyw]

THE COFFEE SHOP

(IN WHICH BEOMGYU TOTALLY FUCKS UP)

if you're new here; hi! this is a beomjun multichoice fic. go back to the beginning to start choosing your own path!

the town is small enough for you to walk around without needing to check your phone for directions. you remember most of the streets and you're confident you won't get lost. that makes your way to work all the more enjoyable.

you trail through the narrow roads, trying to stay close to the seafront. you find the beach just so beautiful in the mornings so silent and, without the tourist contamination. but when you pass across the roads where the restaurants and the coffee shops you realise where the tourists were: having breakfast.

you're thankful that grandma had made coffee at home and you didn't have to get yourself into the crowd to get some, but then you spot this tiny coffee place, cutely nestled in between two other local businesses.

it has an outside-service counter that, as a meticulously decorated blackboard indicated, only opens at night, serving as a cocktail bar. it's a pretty place, comfy looking, and though considerably crowded, the amount of people is reduced in comparison to its neighbouring establishments. so you decide to grab some coffee you can take with you to work.

you push the door open, and the scent of fresh brew envelops you with the first step in. the place buzzes with chatter, indie music adding to the atmosphere.

attending the tables inside the coffee shop a very much stressed worker zooms around like a tornado, his hair tucked under some funny looking joint-branded hat. he moves with a caffeinated grace that's almost dance-worthy, and he does not look happy at all. you think he's cute. he looks like a grumpy gnome, with his silly uniform and his grouchy expression.

you pass him by on your way to the counter, so, seeing that there is no employee at sight behind it, you figure you might as well ask the grumpy one, "hi, excuse me. can you take my order or should i wait by the counter?" you say. big mistake.

he doesn't even glance at you, irritation evident in his furrowed brow. "do i look like a can take an order right now?" he snaps.

and truth is, with his apron askew and a tray with at least eight coffee cups in different states of being filled, no he doesn't. but you still blink, taken aback by his abruptness. you don't know what to do with yourself, but it is him who realises maybe he has crossed the line.

"i'm sorry. that wasn't necessary" he sighs. his expression softens a bit, but it's still tired. he takes out a pos from the pocket of his apron telling you, "just tell me your name, i'll take your order. my coworker will be out in a minute. i hope." he says, rolling his eyes.

"y/n" you reply, feeling a pang of sympathy for this overworked boy.

but when he hears your name, his head snaps to you. he looks at you. and he proceeds to absolutely fuck up. like he lost control over his hands, he fumbles, and the coffee tray slips from his grasp, cascading its contents all over you. you wince as the hot liquid soaks through your clothes, but the first thing that comes out of your mouth is, "it's alright, it's alright, its nothing."

but of course, it's not nothing. "i'm so fucking sorry, shit... i'll pay for a new shirt, i am so sorry." he keeps cursing under his breath, panic evident in his eyes, without really knowing what to do.

embarrassment floods the air as the other customers turn their attention to the commotion. you really didn´t mind, it was an accident, could have happened to anyone. but it was the being the centre of attention factor what you weren't really loving that much.

another employee then comes out from the kitchen, mop in hand, probably having heard the commotion from the kitchen. jay, read his name tag. " i'm not gonna be screw up employee of the month, thanks, beomgyu," his coworker chides, a light chuckle on his lips,

at this, your head perks up, you of course. you recall yunjin's words. he got hot during our senior year. he's mellowed out since then. "choi beomgyu?"

and upon hearing you say his name he cringes, nodding reluctantly as if he'd rather be anyone else in that particular moment. "uh, yeah... kai said your were coming back for the summer... welcome, i guess." he says at the brim of an aneurysm because your shirt is ruined and he wants to help you clean it up, but it would be disrespectful to touch you, so he just stands there like an idiot, "shit. i am so sorry... wait."

he says, before disappearing into the backstore, as the rest of the customers go back to their own business, thank god. jay stands there, watching the scene, mop in hand but without having mopped a thing. soon enough, beomgyu darts back carrying two neatly folded pieces of clothing in his arms. you figure they're his, the clothes he had changed from into the work uniform.

"here," he mumbles, thrusting them towards you. "they're mine. i could take out the joint logo shirts for you but they're ridiculous, and i really don't wanna keep adding to the humiliation."

you hesitate, thinking if you really have a need to borrow his clothes. but then you remember you're pressed for time and don't fancy the idea of showing up to your first day at work looking like the mud man. so, you accept them, shyly.

"t-the restroom, that way..." beomgyu gestures towards the restrooms, but then he stops himself. "no, wait! use the employee ones, they’re cleaner. and the soap isn't radioactive so it won’t lacerate your skin."

the still curious customers shoot him offended looks, but you follow his directions, stepping into a surprisingly clean restroom. you lock the door behind you, and start peeling off your soggy shirt.

gross. from the embarrassment and how flustered you were from being the centre of attention, you hadn't even noticed how uncomfortable it is having your wet, cold clothes stick to your skin. and now your skin is all stick and muggy... ugh. you walk to the sink and try to clean yourself the best you can. that is until, as if he had read your mind, you hear a sheepish knock on the door.

you open it just enough for your head to peek out, and you see beomgyu extending his hand, holding a towel, while looking the other direction. cute. "i figured you'd need a towel." he says.

"thanks," you chuckle, taking the towel and getting back in.

you finish drying yourself up and finally hold his clothes. just a white tee and a grey zip-up hoodie. not too bad, actually. plus, they smell like vanilla. as you slip them on, you confirm what you already suspected: beomgyu is a giant, and his clothes fit you like a comedy act.

but with a little finesse – hoodie placement, sleeves rolled up just so, and your beaded necklace draped over the white tee – it almost seems intentional.

when you finally step out of the bathroom, there he is, leaning against the wall lost in thought, but he jumps a bit startled when the door creaks open. his eyes freeze for a moment, taking you in, wearing his clothes. "kinda looks good... doesn't it?" he mutters sheepishly.

"yeah, i can work with this. thanks," you reply, trying to ease his still embarrassed self up. "i mean it, it was an accident. could've happened to anyone. you didn’t need to give me—"

"it's fine. i had to. i'm really sorry," he cuts in before handing you a little paper bag with a heavenly smell. "here, this is an apology package. on the house."

you take the bag with a nod of gratitude, following him back to the main room. "so... long time no see, i guess," you say, trying to break the ice. thought some would say the ice had been shattered already.

"yeah... i couldn't have imagined a worse reunion scenario," he mutters, still sulky and with flushed cheeks.

"hey, i told you its fine" you assure him with a laugh, reaching out to stop him. "beomgyu. it's fine. i promise."

a smile tugs at his lips as he looks down, heading back to the counter and getting behind it as you take a seat in front of him. "huening has been talking about you coming back for weeks," he says. "he's gonna... he's gonna find this very funny,"

"he's done far more embarrassing things, forget about him," you smile.

"still, don't tell him, alright?" he chuckles. "so, what are you having?"

"i think i'm all set with the apology package,"

"the apology package doesn’t have coffee because i wasn't sure how you liked it," he explains. "what will it be?"

"iced espresso," you say firmly.

"tough girl," he smirks, jotting your name down on the cup.

you seat perched on the stool, watching him work. his apron tied tight around his waist, expertly brewed coffee behind the counter.

suddenly, his workmate pipes up, "did you get her number or not?" he blurts out, like it wasn't compromising information.

beomgyu's cheeks flush crimson. "what the hell are you talking about?" he shoots back under his breath.

"i just wanna know if i should tally one point for you or not," his colleague replies, a mischievous glint in his eye. "every tally counts."

"for your inevitable defeat, you mean. you're a big-time loser," beomgyu retorts, sliding your freshly brewed coffee across the counter. "it's just this stupid bet." he explains, leaning closer to you. "whoever racks up the most numbers gets to take home the week's tips," he says. he gestures toward a blackboard divided into two sections labeled 'beomgyu' and 'jay'. beomgyu's side is littered with marks, while jay's is considerably less crowded.

"oh, that's just unfortunate," you remark –meaning jay's section was very much unfortunate. "should i throw him a bone? he seems desperate for points..."

"pfft, don't," beomgyu advises, "it wouldn't be honorable to hand him a win out of pity. besides, you're walking out of here with my clothes on. seems only fair i'm the one to get your number."

you pause, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "got a pen?" you ask.

beomgyu unclips one from his apron and hands it over. you grab a napkin and quickly scrawl down your number, feeling beomgyu's breath on your neck as he leans in to sneak a peek. that vanilla scent gets to yoy again, though you can't quite tell if it was the clothes or just him.

as soon as you're done, you hold the napkin out for him to take, but before he can grab it, you pull it back teasingly. "jay?" you call out, catching the attention of the boy in question. "here. mark yourself a point."

turning back to beomgyu, you find him staring at you, his mouth hanging comically open, a mix of offense and amusement dancing across his face.

"you did spill coffee all over me," you remind him with a grin.

"whatever, i don't need it," beomgyu huffs, trying to play it cool. "i'm in cahoots with your cousin."

"my cousin is loyal to me."

"don't be that sure. you've been away from some time..." he teases. "and even if he was loyal you, kai is a weak-minded individual. any intel he has, i can easily come by too."

"good luck with that," you smile, grabbing your coffee and slipping off the stool.

"leaving already?" beomgyu pouts.

you nod, adjusting the strap of your bag. "yeah, gotta head to work."

"huh? where at?"

"the bookstore across the street,"

a grin tugs at beomgyu's lips. "guess i'll be seeing you often then," he remarks, a hint of playfulness in his voice. then, his expression shifts, and he clears his throat. "you... uh, got a ride home after your shift?"

"hyuka's picking me up,"

"right," beomgyu mutters, a touch of disappointment flickering across his face.

"oh, by the way," you interject, "we're hanging out later today, kai and i. its not like we have a defined plan, but you can come by, if you want." you tell him. oh, how his eyes lit up. "i'm sure kai won't mind if you tag along. you're his best friend, after all."

"yeah... i'm not proud of it, but we're horrifyingly close. i'm afraid you might feel like a third wheel," he admits.

"i'll survive," you chuckle, before bidding him goodbye. but as you turn to leave, you remember, "oh, wait, the coffee. how much do i owe you?"

beomgyu waves you off. "nothing! it's all part of the apology package," he explains.

"you can't stop me," you smirk, before taking out your bills and rushing towards jay who's to your luck, besides the cash register. "take it, quick," you tell him.

"hey, what are you doing?" comes in beomgyu with a playful smile, "jay, don't take the money, it's fake." he exclaims.

you fake a gasp. "it's not fake, it's very much real. look, you can see the transparencies," you insist.

but then jay chimes in casually, "her coffee? that's already paid for," he announces.

"what?" you ask.

and beomgyu is smiling proudly, about to give jay a pat in the back for not letting you pay, that is until jay points towards the other end of the counter. choi yeonjun.

your stomach flutters helplessly. embarrassingly, almost. there he is, with his warm smile and his flowy hair. he's such a product of the beach town its even hard for you to imagine him in the winter time.

you hurry over to yeonjun's side with the excitement of a schoolgirl. beomgyu trails behind.

"hi!" you greet yeonjun, too eagerly for your own taste.

"you know him?" asks beomgyu, lacking your enthusiasm.

"she's my secretary, taking important phone calls for me and whatnot..." yeonjun confirms with a smile. then, turning to beomgyu, he asks, "please, beomgyu, i need some good coffee ASAP. i barely slept last night and the kids are driving me crazy."

beomgyu frowns. "ask jay. i'm on table waiting duty."

"come on, you make the best coffee. jay's gonna serve me stained water... i really need the good stuff." yeonjun raises an eyebrow. "you work here, its your duty..."

"i do work here, but i'm not your slave," beomgyu retorts.

yeonjun chuckles. "you kinda do look like a maid in that pastel apron," he teases. "come on, pretty please, go make me the coffee."

beomgyu glances at you, then at yeonjun, then back at you before he finally rolls his eyes and heads off to make the coffee.

"so, did you think about those surfing lessons?" he asked, his voice low and coaxing.

you hesitate, swirling the plastic stick in your coffee. "i did, but you know i'm not keen on the whole ocean thing. it freaks me out."

yeonjun's grin widens. "come on, i'll be right there with you. i've handled rowdy kids before; and not one has ever died on me. you'll be in good hands."

you chew your lip, unsure. "i don't know..."

"alright, no surfing then. how about something else? are you free tonight?"

you glance down at your phone, remembering huening. but the day is long, right? you can do both, "i told hyuka i'd hang out with him." you tell him.

"that's perfect!" yeonjun exclaims. "huening's but a kind soul, he'll understand. flirty comment"

you can't bring yourself to outright refuse. "i'll think about it, okay?" you say, as he offers a silent prayer of gratitude to the heavens that you hadn't flat-out said no.

"you're silly" you tease, earning a proud grin from him.

"you're pretty," he says, eyes mellowing into yours.

"your coffee," comes in beomgyu at his grumpy peak. he almost hits yeonjun with the paper cup.

"thanks a bunch, mr. squarepants," yeonjun replies with a smirk. "i gotta go. left jake in charge of the kids, and if i don't hurry, i'll come back to a cemetery."

but before he leaves, he notices your clothes. beomgyu´s clothes. "hey..." he says. "why are you wearing his clothes?" he asks, an eyebrow perking up.

beomgyu rolls his eyes, but a smirk plays at his lips. "just go before the kids stage a mutiny, will you?"

"shit, i have to go, too," you exclaim, checking the time in your phone. you're late.

"wait, but why the hell are you wearing his clothes?" yeonjun asks, a hint of alarm in his voice.

"ask beomgyu, alright?" you say before making your escape. “i’m late for work!”

as yeonjun's voice echoes after you with one last, "just tell me, come on!" beomgyu resumes his tasks with a triumphant grin playing on his lips. this victory was only figurative, of course, but to see yeonjun all panicked is enough for him.

"dude, how fast are you? you've got more game than i gave you credit for," yeonjun remarks, leaning against the counter.

"what are you talking about?" beomgyu asks casually, acting like he's very focused on preparing some smoothie and not at all interested in whatever yeonjun is trying to imply.

"why was she wearing your clothes?"

beomgyu scoffs, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "bothered much?"

"did you... you know," yeonjun asks, but ends the question blurting out a "fuck her?"

"watch it." beomgyu chides, his tone turning sharp.

"why? do you like her?" yeonjun persists, his interest piqued. "i mean, like like her."

"no,"

"then can i hit?"

"what the hell is your problem?" beomgyu shoots, fed up with his whole smoothie-making charade, and turning to face yeonjun. he is itching to give him a piece of his mind, but he holds back. you had your chance to hit, seven years ago, when she confessed to you but you turned her down because you were a shallow fuck pretending to be a hippie. but you didn't and you're so interested, all of the sudden? and you're not even bothered by the fact that she's kai’s family. only someone with a conscience would worry about that stuff. but all these thoughts are stuck in Beomgyu's head, never making it to his mouth.

“listen, i don’t wanna fight over girls with you again, its exhausting and dehumanising for the girls and i end up feeling bad because i win them all over and you look like a loser.” yeonjun says.

“that’s not–”

“beomgyu, i won't ask again. do you like her or not?” yeonjun demands.

silence.

and yeonjun knows that this hesitation meant that maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to make a move, and that in yeonjun's dictionary, means that he might as well take the chance. "well, too bad." yeonjun flashes a grin before grabbing his coffee and making his exit.

and beomgyu, of course, spends the rest of his morning cursing yeonjun. but, remember, you're at work and oblivious to all this.

NEXT PART (coming soon...)

[londonfoginacup]

Hello! Based on your fics I consider you to be someone well-versed in the arts of coziness and comfort and as it is now the cold and dark part of the year where I live I wanted to ask you, do you have any recommendations?? Favorite brand of leggings? Slippers? Best candle? Best fairy lights? Coziest foods and drinks? Wishing you much warmth and light! X

ohhhhh my god OH MY GOD what a SWEET ASK! And also you are sending this very sincere ask to someone whose main mode of being cozy is burrowing under her roommates for warmth and then yelling at said roommates for turning the temperature up, so i dunno if i'm deserved but here's my best cozy shot--

first of all -- hot chocolate with lucky charms. I'm usually a strictly white chocolate hot chocolate person, but the JOY at being able to eat the melty delicious lucky charms out of it cannot be comprehended. 10/10 warm and cozy and sweet.

Second-- get rid of the heated blanket. Heated blankets are not it. Get yourself heated mattress pad!!!! This bitch makes you toasty like you would not BELIEVE, PLUS if you're someone who tends to kick off blankets in the night, at least half your body is still toasty warm! 1000/10 cozy plus cats will love to snuggle u also dont use this at the same time as a heated blanket bc u will die i think

Now in terms of candles, I think that scents are very personal! I'm a slut for bath and bodyworks because I can be a bit basic, BUT there's something more important than what kind of candle you get -- and that's to have a CANDLE WARMER LAMP! You see, unless you're getting a very expensive candle, most candles, especially ones from the drug store or target, have mOST OF THEIR SCENT in the top like half an inch! SO they smell really good when you buy them but you barely smell them after you light them! But if you get a CANDLE WARMER LAMP, then you can stick your good good smelling candle in there and it will heat it FROM THE TOP and you will get some LONG LASTING GOOD GOOD COZY SMELL

holy shit wait hold up scratch that, I DO have candle recommendations. Cantrip Candles makes candles for like, D&D games to set the mood. But I don't play D&D and just burn the candles instead. The Library candle and the Bakery candle are my FAVORITE, but you can get a sampler pack and try them yourself to see which scents you like. 10/10 cozy bakery scent fuck yes

I don't really have cozy clothes because I wear business casual 24/7 i am DRESSED TO FUCKING IMPRESS (no im not, im just lazy and only own 5 pairs of the same pants), and tbh if I want to be cozy I just throw on a hoodie. I own five and they are ALL Louis Tomlinson.

And for blankets -- the coziest blanket is the one you can steal from someone else. The old crochet blanket that your mom had since before you were born? Snatch it. The blankets your roommates left when they moved out and got married? They're yours now. The blanket someone loaned you at a fireworks show and you accidentally went home with? Coziness factor goes up 1000%. BARRING STOLEN GOODS THOUGH, every blanket I've ever bought is from ikea. I'm not joking. I have one in my car and one in my office and two on my bed and two in my living room.

Okay FINALLY. The SECRET to my uber cozy lifestyle.

It's having a lot of roommates, and forcing them all to cuddle with me.

but if you dont have homemade roommates, storebought are fine

ANYWAY THERE'S MY COZY GUIDE, THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ALSO TO BE REAL EATING A WHOLE LOAF OF SOURDOUGH FEELS COZY BUT YOUR TUMMY WILL BE MAD SO DONT DO IT

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Hi can you do a request of frank from the Abigail movie and the reader and frank get close where he starts having feelings for them and can u make it a smut

Catching feelings

Warnings: smut

Tags: @thatchubbypillow

They were just minding their own business at the bar, and were just in their own space. They were thinking about why they needed the money. They were in debt after getting out of a divorce recently. Joey knew and so did Frank about their situation, and they knew that the two knew. They really didn’t need their personal life being brought into this shitty job

Especially after finding out who the kid belonged to. They felt uneasy as it was, and this wasn’t helpful in anyway. “Want a drink?” Frank offers, which makes them realize he’s sitting down next to them now. “No.” They looked away instantly, and began to tap on the bar to get themselves distracted

“Okay… do you say other words other than no?” They chuckled, and said yes. A grin plays on their face now, which makes him amused. “And I’m not breaking the rule of no grab ass just because I gave you a boner” they said, which makes him impressed. “You would’ve made a good detective” he admits, which makes them let out a quick laugh

“I’ve been doing this kind of job for a while. I like doing this sir” they flirted at the end, which makes him fall for them. “Keep calling me sir, and see where that gets you tonight” he says, and now they felt something for him. “Yes sir.” A smirk plays on their face now

***

Later that night, the two were the last survivors. He’s driving the van as they were on their phone. He felt annoyed that they rather be on their phone then speaking with him. “Am I that fucking boring?” He asked them, which makes them look at him. “No. Sorry” they put their phone back into their pocket

“Wow, didn’t even call me sir like you have been all night. How disappointing” he says as his hand goes onto their thigh. They blushed as he’s now pulling over. “What are you doing?” They asked after he had stopped the car after being on the side. He takes the keys out, and then looks at them

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? I’m gonna fuck you” he says straight up, which makes them redder. There wasn’t any source of light, so they couldn’t see much. But that excites them even more. They managed to get into the back, and so they start taking their clothes off. “Then come back here to fuck me” he smirks as he now climbs over

He takes his glasses and places his glasses somewhere onto the ground. He’s taking his clothes off now, which makes them wish they could see him. “I guess we both moved on easily” he says, which makes them smirk. “I guess so” he sees them still, and was admiring how hot they looked right now. “You’ve got a beautiful body” he says as he now gets onto them

“You must have night vision” they joked, which makes him chuckle. They could see him better now, which makes them blush. “Maybe” he says as his lips go onto theirs now. The two start to make out now, which makes the two moan. They had to pull apart for air now, but he immediately goes back for more

He pulls apart this time, and then moves a loose strand of their hair out of their way. The two ended up getting on all fours, and now he’s fucking them roughly in their ass. Their head is arched back as they let out moans. He’s moaning too, and they loved hearing him moan

“Adam” they moaned out, since they appreciated his actual name more than his code name. “Keep calling me sir” he orders, which makes them say ‘yes sir’ afterwards. “Good” he praises as his mouth goes onto their earlobe now. He nibbles onto their earlobe, which makes them moan out a sir. Now his mouth goes onto their neck, and he’s bitting them

“Fucking hell” they moaned out, which makes him realize they liked the pain. He continues to leave as many bite marks as he could, which makes them cum. He pulls away from leaving a bite mark on their shoulder. He also stops, and pulls out afterwards. “Fuck.” He’s laying down next to them now

He’s exhausted from the night’s events, but was glad he had gotten a new lover out of it

[julesthequirky]

Beautiful Trauma - A Soldier Boy Miniseries: Chapter 3

Beautiful Trauma

Pairings: F!Reader x Ben/Soldier Boy

Summary: The reader is the real widower of Ben/Soldier Boy and loved their life together before the incident. In 1983 she took Compound V, so she could be with Ben forever, but in 1984 her life crashes to the ground, and she’s stuck in a world without him. In 2022 a knock at the door changes her life, and when she’s told that Ben is alive she hopes that there can be a forever after all.

Chapter Warnings: Antiquated views, smut (fingering, male receiving oral), typical SB misogyny, language, SB lewdness, mentions of drug usage.

A/N: Reader has traditional gender values that are antiquated today. I am also aware of how sucky the smut is (or at least I think it is).

Chapter W/C: 3142

This work is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. If you like it, heart, and reblog it. All feedback is gold. Minors DNI.

Driving home, Ben passed your crashed car and snorted a laugh.

“Typical female driver, I bet.”

“That was me.” You fessed.

He gave you a quick look before returning his focus to the road.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“I had to adapt.”

“Adapt? I fucking hope you didn’t adapt too much. From what I’ve seen, broads today are way too liberated. They’re all fucking promiscuous, wearing scraps. Fucking sluts. Well, I say it’s their own fault if they get into trouble. That’ll put ‘em in their place and teach them to close their goddamn legs. These days they’re too busy scissoring each other and fucking bitching about shit that doesn’t concern them.” Ben ranted.

You kept quiet, hoping and praying he wouldn’t get too riled up. You’d learnt from past experiences that it was best to shut up and listen when he went off like that.

“But not my gal, eh,” He squeezed your thigh and smiled in your direction. “You’re still keepin’ it classy. Gonna show ‘em how it’s done, aren’t you.”

You sent a perplexed look his way. “You want me to—”

“I want you to fuckin show them how to be a woman. Lead by example. Set the trend or whatever.”

Oh.

“What the fuck. Music’s gone to shit.” Disgusted, he jabbed the button to change the station.

You hmmed, distracted by Ben’s hand on your thigh. Tingles raced to your core, and your cunt spasmed in response. Eyes cast down, you were transfixed. Everything about this man was attractive, and his hand was no exception. Heat flushed over you as moisture gathered between your legs.

“Woman, stop eyeing my hand unless you want my fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.”

At his lewdness, your cunt gave a devastating clench, and your toes curled in their sneakers. Your hands gripped the seat and squeezed. Hot and flushed, the heat continued to rise, as did his hand on your leg. Reaching the apex, he prized them apart. Deft fingers stroked at your clothed cunt.

“Ah, fuck. Ben.”

Your head fell back against the seat headrest. Your pussy throbbed for his touch, and warmth spread outward from your needy cunt.

“Fuck, I can drive one-handed.”

Ben slipped his hand into your leggings and panties. Your breath faltered when his large callous fingers touched your slick folds.

“Fucking soaked.”

His fingers dipped before retreating, teasing you. His game achieved a whimpering mess.

“Please, Ben.”

“Such a needy whore.”

The pad of his thumb struck your clit, and you jerked in your seat. You needed his fingers, and as if he’d read your mind, Ben slid into your heated channel. You welcomed the delicious stretch, feeling the pulse in your veins match the one in your core.

His fingers curled, pressing a particular patch of tissue and sending you careening over the edge.

“Oh God, oh fuck, Ben!” You gripped his shoulder, and your palm slapped the steamed window.

Your cunt spasmed around his fingers as he continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm.

“Missed this tight pussy.”

Your legs spread a little wider, allowing him more access, and he speared into you, knuckle deep.

The car veered a little on the road, but Ben righted it as an oncoming car blasted their horn at him.

“Yeah, you too, cunt!!” Ben yelled at the other driver, zooming past them.

Your husband continued his ministrations as he yelled, his thumb circling your clit. Shuddering, you bared down, wanting, needing another release.

“Patience.”

He slowed his strokes, punishing and tormenting you. Looking down and seeing the outline of his fist had you drenched.

“Please, Ben. I need—I need your fingers. I wanna cum.”

“Bet you want more than that. Bet you want my tongue lashing your pretty little clit.”

Images assaulted your mind as he stroked. Of Ben lifting your leg over his shoulder. Of his beard scruff scratching your sensitive inner thigh and of Ben’s head in between your legs, lapping at your pussy.

“Yes.” You gasped and spasmed around his fingers.

“I wanna stuff my cock in this tight cunt.”

Ben was the king of lewd, and your cunt clenched hard around his fingers as his crude words had their desired effect.

“Fuck my fingers.”

Desperate for release, you complied, and your hips ground down, seeking stimulation and getting pleasure in return. Ben curled his fingers, and your strokes became body shaking and pussy trembling. The all-too-familiar warmth in your belly building.

“Faster, woman.”

You pumped your hips quicker, cunt squeezing with Ben meeting your thrusts. Sweat glistened, and your pulse thundered in your ears as the heat continued to build, the coil tightening. Ben struck your clit with the heel of his hand, and the band snapped.

Your hand squeezed his bicep, and your other hand gripped the car handle. You gushed all over his hand, screaming his name.

“Fuck me, woman, forgot you could do that.” He withdrew his hand and sucked them clean, causing a fluttering in your pussy.

No vibrator had ever come to make you orgasm like that. Not even close. Nothing could replace Ben. He returned his hand to the steering wheel, and you sat soaked and sated for the rest of the drive home.

*

Once Ben stepped into the apartment, everything righted itself. And you could see the stack of dishes and the laundry pile you hadn’t done. Shame filled you that you hadn’t been completing your duties.

“Fuck, what a shithole.” Ben grunted and placed his shield down. When he pulled up outside, he couldn’t believe that you still lived here. But this was home. Full of memories of your life together.

He sighed, headed for the bedroom and stripped down. Maybe Ben would move you both out into more appealing accommodation. A house in the country. With tons of land. Your thought strayed to kids and to Heather. It wasn’t fair that she had missed out. Would it be a betrayal if you had more? Ben wouldn’t think so.

You followed him and, after changing, slipped into bed beside him. After decades of sleeping alone, you craved his warmth, scooting closer to him, and he pulled you against his chest. He was the big spoon, and he loved it.

He smoothed back your hair, petting it. His tender actions ignited a drowsiness you hadn’t felt in decades. Your hand sought his, and your fingers intertwined. He kissed your head, and you murmured a “Love you, Ben” to him.

Before succumbing to sleep, you heard his soft whisper in your ear. “Love you too, baby.”

*

“That’s it, girl. Fuck. Gonna blow my load.” Ben grunted as his hips jerked up.

You hoped so because you were on your way to passing out. You’d lost the stamina and durability for these sessions. Your eyes streamed, and spit dribbled out, as the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat again. But his fist in your hair spurred you on, and the pain in your scalp signalled you were on the right track.

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked. Ben hissed in a breath, and you tasted the first salty drops of pre-cum on your tongue.

Your jaw ached, as did the muscles all over your body as they strained to relax. Your knees hurt as the cheap carpet did nothing in the way of padding. You gripped his hips, going nose-deep, and Ben’s body trembled.

“We’re back, hoss.” Butcher’s cockney accent called as the door opened.

Fuck. Ben’s tight fist in your hair forced you to stay, and Butcher’s heavy footsteps in your hallway instilled a sense of urgency into you, so you sucked harder. Finally, his hips stuttered, and he gave a guttural cry, and his warm jizz painted your throat. Mouth full, you had no other option but to swallow.

“Good girl.”

After sucking him clean, Ben pulled you off, and you collapsed back, gasping like a fish as Hughie and Butcher entered the living area. Hughie muttered a “shit” and avoided his gaze whilst Ben tucked himself away. Ben tilted his head at you, smiling like a charmer.

“Don’t mind her. She’s a real cock gobbler.”

Butcher eyed you. “You got a bit of uh,” he said, tapping one side of his chin, “Right there.”

Shit. Your finger swiped the bead of cum from the corner of your mouth, and your eyes darted to Ben. He made no sound, but his look confirmed nothing had changed. You licked the cum off your finger and swallowed the remaining drop.

“Love it when you choke on my cock. Now, go sort yourself out. We’ve got guests.” Ben said, tapping your cheek and standing.

“Christ.” Hughie whispered.

*

Cleaned up, you walked in to see Ben at the kitchen table, surrounded by clutter, with white powder on his nose and chin. Old habits die hard, you guessed. Seeing you, Ben dragged his hand down his face, wiping away the excess powder. Butcher’s white carrier bag had its contents spilt all over the table. Hughie and Butcher sat opposite him.

“What do you want, boys? Coffee, beer?”

“Tea, if you got it.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Hughie said, avoiding eye contact.

“Nonsense. It’s what she’s here for. That and other things.” Ben winked at the boys. He slapped your ass as you walked by to get to the counter.

“We don’t have tea. We’ve got coffee, though, and there’s beer in the fridge.”

“Coffee, then, luv. Hughie?”

“Oh, no. I’m good, thanks though.”

You replaced the old filter with a new one in the pot and added fresh grounds.

“Won’t be long.” You informed them as you pulled mugs out of the cupboard.

Your hands hesitated on Ben’s mug. The NY Giants print had faded, and the cup had gotten incredibly dusty from years of unuse. But it was a slice of normality. Your normality. Holding his mug brought memories of all the mornings you had together as a family. A lump in your throat formed, and the sting of tears threatened to brim.

Cradling his mug, you carried it to the sink and lovingly washed the dust off. You rinsed it numerous times so his coffee wouldn’t taste like dish soap.

A hand tugged your shirt, and you pivoted with the dripping-wet mug in hand.

“Don’t get misty-eyed now, woman. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but enduring forty years without you was hell. Every part of it.

Ben stood, tugging you, and he wrapped his arms around you. The fuzz of his beard scraped against your jaw, and his warm breath fanned across the shell of your ear as he whispered low, only for you to hear.

“I’ll make up for all those years you’ve missed. Gonna stuff you so full of my babies, you’ll be popping them out for months on end.”

“Ben!” You smacked his arm playfully.

He laughed and swatted your ass. You smiled and shook your head. Same old Ben. Thank God. Grabbing a tea towel, you dried his mug and placed it on the counter beside yours. The coffee finished brewing, so you poured Ben’s first. Black. Sugarless. Just how he liked it. You passed him the mug, giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“Hughie, you sure you don’t want anything. It won’t be a problem, honestly.”

“Uh, sure. Just a coffee, then. Milk and two sugars. Thanks.”

“Coming right up.”

You grabbed Hughie a mug and poured the coffee, adding the sugars and milk for everyone’s preferred taste.

“Now, you forgot to tell me how you liked it, but if you need anything, lemme know.”

“That’s fine, fanks.”

Hughie muttered thanks as you set his coffee before him, still unable to look you in the eye.

With your beverage, you joined them. Sipping your coffee in a state of contentment, you enjoyed the moment. Ben squeezed your thigh, and you sent him a dopey, loved-up smile.

“Do you mind giving us a few minutes? To talk shop.”

The contentment drained away.

“Is it because I’m a woman?”

Voices filled the kitchen, talking over each other, but it was Ben’s deadpan “yes” your ears attuned to.

“No offence. But you wouldn’t understand the perplexities of—”

“I understand the perplexities well, thank you very much.”

Ben sighed. “Woman, don’t argue with me.”

“Well, I know when I’m not wanted.” You sniffed, scraping your chair back. “And for your information, I intend on making Vought pay for what they did.”

“Not to be funny, luv, but now Soldier Boy’s back, you’re a wanted woman. They know who you are, and if you fink, they won’t go after you. You’re sadly mistaken.” Butcher stated.

Four decades had almost passed. Surely, he was wrong.

“Met these idiots at the lab. Almost got hit by fuckin laser eyes—” Ben started, jerking a thumb at Butcher.

“Wait, you guys are Supes!” You couldn’t hide your shock, and your anger flared. “After all the shit you gave me, but you decided to keep that to yourselves!” You stood, shaking in your rage.

“Slight miscommunication, luv. We ain’t Supes either. We took temp V, nasty stuff, but very effective for a limi’ed time.”

With one hand, Ben yanked you down to your seat. “Wives just pissed the V didn’t work for her. Still a touchy subject, apparently.”

The familiar ticking of a Geiger counter started. Hughie looked at it and then exchanged a glance with Butcher.

The anger within you strengthened, building in your chest. You huffed in breaths, fighting to contain yourself, pulse quickening, fists clenched. Heart and head pounding, blood rushing, and an intense heat flushed through your body.

“It was supposed to be our forever. I took it for you, Ben. For us. And Vought destroyed everything!”

With Ben by your side, bringing in the money, your life was supposed to be bliss, babies and bake sales. America’s Finest and his homemaker.

A golden glow emitted from your chest, and the counter spiked.

“Oh shit!”

Butcher grabbed Hughie, and they legged it for the door, shouting behind them at Ben to contain the nuke. The nuke?

“Ben?”

Your brows furrowed as you watched the glowing emanate from your chest. This wasn’t your power. It was Ben’s. So why was it happening to you?

“You gotta calm down.”

But you couldn’t. The anger hurt. And it needed to be released.

The glow in your chest brightened, and like last night, Ben’s instincts kicked in, and he pushed the table away, sending it careening into the wall, smashing it to pieces. He picked up his shield and pulled you into his embrace, crouching with you in his hold.

“Ben?”

“Don’t let go.”

The heat in your chest expanded until it could no longer contain itself. The light exploded, and the blast knocked you both off your feet. Buffeting against Ben, he held you as the cataclysmic eruption blasted out the walls and floors of the building. Your ears rang as shockwaves ran from your body. Falling, you scrambled to hold on to Ben, but he grabbed hold of you. As he hauled you up, his shield connected with your head and knocked you out cold. In his arms, Ben protected you as together you crashed through the floors of the crumbling apartment. He landed on his back, mushrooming a dirt cloud into the air. His shield protected you as the apartment collapsed.

*

You came around to Ben, tapping you lightly on the cheek and his voice calling your name. Opening your eyes, his worried expression being the first thing you saw.

“Baby, oh God. Scared me half to death.” He closed his eyes and mumbled something. Then, he cradled your face and kissed your forehead.

Around you, sirens blared, people cried, and the cacophony of New York sounds bled into one.

Your head pounded, and your mouth felt like it had swallowed cotton balls. Nausea swirled in your stomach like a nasty storm brewing.

“Ben, I don’t – I didn’t….”

He hushed you and kissed your lips. “It’s not your fault.”

He warned you not to look as he scooped you up, but you failed to heed his words. The building you’d lived in for over forty years and called home now had a gaping wound. Rubble and debris littered the sidewalk. Cars, broken and flaming, lay in the road as if a child had been playing. Smoke plumed into the sky, and a fire raged in the centre of the building. EMS were on the scene, fire trucks and people were gathered.

Oh, God. All those people. Dead. Your chest heaved. All those casualties. Caused by you.

“Close your damn eyes.”

“Ben. Those peop— I ki—” You gulped in breaths, unable to stop.

“Put your face against my shoulder.”

You did as he instructed, placing your hand over his chest. The fierce beat of his heart under your palm eased your panic. Your breaths slowed, but your mind raced with what you’d just done. How had it happened?

“Weren’t the V a dud?”

“It was. Though not entirely. I’m perpetually stuck at thirty,” you said, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

“Then what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not the first strange thing to happen.”

His body tensed momentarily and then relaxed. “Go on.”

“When Payback barged in, Crimson sicked TNT and Mindstorm on me, but their powers failed.”

Ben paused and put you down. Looking around, he dragged you into a nearby alley, resting a hand on your shoulder. “What do you mean?”

You wrung your hands together. “Honestly, the night’s hazy. I was stoned outta my mind. Maybe they didn’t use their powers, and I thought they had?”

Ben hmmed, nodding and nudged his shield to your hand. “Hold this for a second.”

You eyed it, perplexed.

“Are you mad? That’s six hundred pounds!!”

“Just do it, woman.”

“Fine,” You snapped, yanking the shield from his hand. “But if I get hurt, I’m blaming you.”

Ben smirked. “You were saying?”

The shield gripped in your hand had a good weight, and the shock of this discovery had your eyes widening and gasping.

“Bash me with it.”

Your head jerked up at his request. “What, no!”

“Do it and put some force into it.”

You shook your head. “Ben, no. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Not likely. Come on. Imagine I’m Cuntess.”

You smiled. “You’re too gorgeous.”

He rolled his eyes in impatience. “Woman.” He warned.

You pulled your arm back and shoved the shield into him with all your might. Ben sailed into the wall, crashing into an apartment and wrecked the place.

The six-hundred-pound shield dropped, barely missing your toe, and you jumped out of the way as it fell in your direction. The metal clanged, ringing out loud, and onlookers stared.

Holy shit.

Tags: @spnfamily-j2

[weilongfu]

It’s the ✨hot springs✨ episode and the crazy doctor gang takes their boyfriends away for (what’s supposed to be a relaxing) vacation. (Can be naked or clothed hot spring rules)

"When you said you were taking us to Japan," Forth said as he reclined against the walls of the tub filled with natural hot spring water, "I was very excited. More so when you said we'd be going to a hot spring resort."

"I remember you said as much," Yo replied as he continued carefully spreading a face mask on his face from his seat near by.

"I was excited to go more for spending time with my boyfriend," Forth continued. "Would you care to explain to me why we're being forced to sit in separate sides of the bath house?"

"I want an explanation too!" Ming cried out, finally bored of paddling in laps around the deeper part of the hot spring pool. "I wanted to see P'Kit in the water! His face is probably so cutely pink right now!"

"Ai Moong Ming!" Kit yelled from the other side. "The entire resort can hear you! Shut up!"

"P'Kiiiiitttt!" Ming cried and swam up to the fence and scratched at it like a puppy separated from its owner by the bathroom door. Despite his poor mood, Forth chuckled at the absurd scene of a naked Ming pawing at the fence like an old lecherous man from one of Yo's manga. "I miss you!"

"You'll see me when we're done and going for dinner, idiot," Kit hissed. "Now go sit quietly!"

"Sorry P'Kit!" Yo called over before dragging Ming away and forcing him to sit by his station of face masks. "Your face is so dry, Ai Ming. Haven't you been using your moisturizer lately?"

"Of course I have!" Although he scoffed, Ming allowed his best friend to smear a face mask on him. "But now that you've put this on me, I can't swim around!"

"It's a hot spring," Forth said lazily as he draped a warm towel over his face. "You're not supposed to swim laps, nong."

"Do you want a mask too, P'Forth?"

"No need," Forth said with a dismissive wave. "I'll just put more moisturizer later and I don't want to worry about if I drip any into the bath."

"Ai Forth, put the damn mask on," Beam yelled from the other side. "Your face has been like sandpaper this past week!"

"I told you it's just the stubble because I haven't shaved much!" Forth called back.

Yo giggled and tapped Ming on the cheek to indicate he'd finished. "Come on, phi. If Beam is saying something, it must be bad."

Forth grumbled but made his way over. "You better appreciate this, Ai Beam!"

"No funny business!" Pha called out.

"Am I an idiot?" Forth yelled back. "Just because Yo is naked, you think I'd do something to him?"

"You shouldn't be seeing him naked in the first place!"

"You're really lucky uncle let you reserve the whole resort," Ming said from Yo's other side. "I think we'd be kicked out by now otherwise."

"About that." Yo set down the mask he applied for Forth and stepped back a bit. "I wanted to... well Pha and I wanted to tell you guys that we're very grateful for all the ways you've been good friends and supported us this year." Yo smiled brightly, still charming despite the green color of the mask on his face. "And so we hope you'll accept our little trip as our Christmas gift to all of you."

"N'Yo," Forth said as he ruffled Yo's hair carefully. "Don't be so silly. We're happy to help you and support you no matter what. Especially if Ai Pha pisses you off."

"I heard that!"

"Give your own thank you speech first!"

Yo pinched the bridge of his nose delicately as Ming gave him a careful hug from the side. "I appreciate you, Ai Yo." Ming tapped the side of his head against Yo's. "But I swear, if you separate us like this again for any other part of this trip, I'll be mad."

"This was a request from Pha, actually," Yo said while blinking. "He said if he wasn't going to be allowed to be lewd in the baths, then no one could, so we had to separate boyfriends."

"Fuck! Pha, you ruined it for everyone!" Forth yelled while scrubbing the mask off his face with a damp towel. "Why didn't you just book a place where there were multiple private baths!"

"I'm not made of money! You book it next time!"

"Your little boyfriend is one of the richest people in the country and he did the bookings! Just ask!"

[lizardperson]

ockiss 24 - day 2! aka That Damn Dress

using ockissweek as a reason to post more of my sappy bullshit, but this time longer, and more sad.

content warning: much much self hate, and some alcohol

"But you look so hot! You HAVE to buy it, come oooonnnn! Also I bet Daria will just LOVE seeing you in this…" "You're terrible. Ugh fine, I'll buy it. But Daria won't care, that's totally not her taste…"

'If you're not super busy can you come over for a sec? Not gonna take long'

Daria raised an eyebrow at that text message and got up from her desk. She had assumed July was already on the way to her evening out dancing with Mika, but apparently not. She still wasn't sure anyway why July had agreed to that outing - something about getting out of her comfort zone, and Mika helping with that, but to Daria it just seemed like her friend getting talked into various activities that she didn't actually enjoy. Oh well, she was old enough to make her own decisions, and all Daria could do was occasionally remind her that she didn't have to do every single thing Mika asked her to.

She crossed the hallway of their apartment building and knocked on July's door, who promptly opened and pulled her in by her arm, startling her.

"Hey, thanks for coming. I just really need your opinion real quick, please be honest - how fucking ridiculous do I look?"

Daria swallowed when she finally took in the view. July, her July, in a very short, very revealing dress. She had never seen her like this before. The way the black silky fabric hugged her curves, accentuate exactly the right spots… This wasn't even the type of clothing she usually cared for on another woman, and yet all she could do was stare for a few very long seconds, taking in the sight. It wasn't like she hadn't seen July in various states of undress before, at this point they were basically living together, so relatively speaking the total amount of visible skin wasn't even that scandalous - and yet. And yet.

"That bad, huh?" July remarked at Daria's silence and sighed, turning away. "Mika talked me into buying this and said I should wear it, but I look like some kind of weird goth scarecrow or something, it's stupid, I --"

"July," Daria interrupted her, "you look amazing."

Slightly startled July looked at her. "What?"

"I think you look great," she confirmed, having to once again keeping herself from not staring too long. "But if you are feeling uncomfortable because it is showing too much skin, then you should change into something else. I am sure Mika will understand."

July hesitated for a moment, still looking a bit doubtful. "You really think I look good."

"I do."

"Not ridiculous."

"Not ridiculous at all. Quite the opposite."

They looked at each other silent for a few moments, then July nodded. "Okay. I guess I'm not getting changed then." She hesitated for a moment, mustering a weak smile. "Thank you. For the honest opinion. And the moral support."

Daria smiled. "You are as always very welcome." Now if only she could stop staring… Almost forcefully she pulled her eyes away and cleared her throat. Enough about that damn dress. "Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up later? I really don't mind."

July waved it off. "Nah, it's fine, I'll take a Uber."

Daria suppressed the urge to ask if she was really sure, and the even bigger urge to stare some more at all the deliciously framed naked skin. "Okay. Then I hope you have a fun night." She hesitated for a moment. "And don't let Mika get you into trouble." Did she just sound like her own mother?

July laughed. "We're just going to a club, how much trouble could there be."

"I'm sure she will think of something," Daria remarked dryly, being once again met by a laugh.

"You still haven't forgiven her for the weed incident, hm?"

"No comment," she chuckled. "Anyway, have fun. I will see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

July pulled her into a hug, and Daria almost winced when she touched her soft and warm skin, part of her hoped this skin contact would not end anytime soon. But of course it did. Something told her this was going to be a very long night.

~~~

The first thing Daria did when she was back in her own apartment was splash her face with cold water. Maybe a really cold shower was in order… She stared at herself in the mirror, the familiar feeling of disgust creeping up inside her. "What is wrong with you, you stupid old cow…" she murmured at herself and sighed. Pathetic.

Scotch. Scotch might solve all her problems. She just had to drink enough of it.

Bottle in one hand and glass in the other she dropped down on the couch. The scene from earlier replayed in her head over and over, and she scolded herself. Did she have to be such a creep, staring at her best friend like that? If she was lucky then July had been in her own head too much to notice that - hopefully. Or maybe she had caught her, and was now laughing about her with Mika, mocking her miserable being. No, July would never. She was too much of a kind person for that. If she had noticed, she would just feel sorry for Daria, pitying her. And somehow, that was even worse.

She sighed, emptying her glass and refilling it again in the next motion. How beautiful July had looked in that damn dress. Seductive. Enticing. How much she had wanted to just touch her, feel her skin, discover every inch of her body. Slowly pushing the straps of the dress over her bare shoulders, dropping that piece of clothing to the ground, revealing her in all her glory…

Stop it.

Great. Fantasizing about undressing her. That was a new low. What a worthless creature she was.

~~~

The next hours went by somehow, with the bottle slowly emptying, and Daria's thoughts drifting back again and again to July, no matter how hard she tried to drag herself away from that. July, smiling at her. July, falling asleep on her shoulder while they were watching a movie. July in that damn dress.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Daria frowned, contemplating for a moment if she had imagined that. It was late -- she had no idea how late, she just knew she had been drinking for a while, considering the almost empty bottle -- and there was only one person who would show up here at this hour. She should just ignore it, pretend to be already asleep. That would be the smart and sensible choice of action.

Unfortunately she felt neither smart nor sensible in this moment, and got up to open the door. What a bad idea this was.

How radiant she looked. Daria reminded herself that breathing probably was a good idea, and mustered a smile.

"Hey."

"Hey. Was wondering if you're still up." July grinned at her, leaning on the door frame. "Can I come in?"

She didn't even wait for a response, just pushed herself past Daria and went in. Her wobbly walk and the slightly slurred speech told her that she had been drinking, so they had that in common. The difference being, July just had a fun evening out with friends, while Daria had tried to drown herself - normal people activity versus pathetic self hate activity.

July threw her coat on the couch, made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, with Daria following behind. Then she hopped onto the counter like she always did, but apparently the alcohol had given her some balance troubles. Daria was close enough to prevent her from falling down, lightly putting a hand on her hip to keep her steady.

"Careful," she murmured, getting distracted by her being so close suddenly. Maybe she should move her hand that was still resting on July's hip… or maybe she shouldn't. That fabric felt really nice. Her skin below it would probably feel even nicer. God, how much she wanted her.

"Sorry, I think I had a drink too much," July remarked, giggling. Something fruity, Daria guessed from the smell on her breath, and she wondered if she would still taste it on her lips. She should really move back a step or two. Eventually.

With no idea how long she had been staring at her again, Daria tried to disrupt the silence. "Did you have a nice night?"

July nodded vaguely. "Yeah, it was fun. But loud. And too many people. Don't think I'll do that again very soon. But now I can at least say I've 'been to the club' or whatever…"

"Glad to hear."

They both were silent again for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes. Did she imagine it or did the space between their faces get smaller by the second? She still had not moved her hand away, which would be the smart thing to do. But just this once in her life, doing the dumb thing sounded so very, very inviting.

"You really think I look good in this?" July finally asked, still in doubt about her appearance.

"That dress looks great on you." Her voice felt hoarse, as if she was slowly losing the ability to form coherent speech. She really needed to bring some distance between them, this was getting dangerous. She really should. She just really did not want to.

"Would look even better on your bedroom floor," July jokingly replied in fake deep voice, then lauged about that terrible pickup line, and it came so unexpected that Daria couldn't help but laugh too.

And then her heart stopped when she suddenly felt July's lips on her own.

It was a soft kiss, gentle. Questioning. How amazing her lips felt, how long Daria had dreamed about this. How long she had wanted this. This was such a bad idea. But it felt so so good.

Her body took over, leaning into the kiss and pulling July closer, who took that as an invitation to wrap her arms around Daria's neck. She buried one hand in July's hair, still somehow trying to deepen the kiss, and was rewarded with a small moan. God, she wanted her so bad.

No. Stop.

The rational voice in her head somehow resurfaced again, and she was suddenly painfully aware again of what was happening here. Bad idea. Terrible, bad idea.

She forced herself to pull away, at least trying to bring some space between their faces.

"July, I'm sorry, I-- we need to stop. I'm sorry," she heard herself ramble, still barely able to form a coherent thought. "We can't." The urge to apologize even more grew with every second.

"Why not?" July looked at her concerned.

Daria pulled out of her embrace and stepped back, rubbing her face for a moment.

"Because we are both drunk and this is a terrible idea, and we really shouldn't. We can't," she heard herself repeating, feeling like she had lost control entirely. "I am so sorry."

July remained silent for a few moments, seemingly also entirely overwhelmed by the whole situation, and they just stared at each other, until she then suddenly hopped off the counter.

"I'm sorry," Daria repeated once again, but July just shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come, I'm… I don't even know what I was thinking, I'm so sorry, I'm just gonna-" She sounded so embarrassed. Hurt. Rejected. Daria hated herself so much in this moment. This was all so wrong.

"July, I'm…" she pleaded, not even sure what she wanted to say. Forgive me please.

"Sorry for showing up here so late," July muttered, on her way to grab her coat. "Goodnight, Daria."

And with that she had rushed out of the door, her scent still lingering in the room like a ghost. How had this all gone so wrong…